#somebody's SMOKIN'!

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

When you mix THIS

With THIS

You end up with THIS

[guns-n-jovi]

Finding out that one of your favorite songs by one of your favorite bands is a cover is like finding out that Santa isn't real, all over again.

[lo-thario]

2 of em reminding me to use my inhaler just hit different 🤓😂🤷🏽‍♂️

[luveline]

eddie blurb? you wake up sad and sweaty from a nightmare and he isnt there (he’s legit just outside smokin but the reader is scared as shit and whatnot) feel free to ignore this lol

im obsessed with soft comforting eddie ty for requesting!

1k words gn!reader tw nightmares about dying/death

The seconds that it takes you to realise where you are are almost as scary as the nightmare itself, though by the time you come around you have no clue what the nightmare was, the only evidence of its happening is a layer of clammy sweat on your skin, your racing heart, and the twin streams of tears down the sides of your face. 

What was the nightmare about? You try to remember. Hurting, a loss, grief. Somebody had been missing. Somebody… but who? Pale skin, dark brown eyes, a pretty nose. A mouth shaped by kisses. 

Eddie. Eddie had been missing. You can't remember the details and you aren't sure you want to, but you think that the nightmare had been about losing Eddie. 

And… where is he? 

You feel his side of the bed and find it cold. The window of his bedroom is closed to stave off the growing winter chill and the layer of blankets over you is thick. Your boyfriend usually acts as a space heater. The cold sheets can't be a good sign. 

He must be gone. 

You bite your lip hard by accident and jolt, pushing the suffocating layer of blankets off of your sweaty body and staggering onto dead legs, dizzy and disoriented. Your shirt and pajama trousers are damp with moisture. 

You almost trip over discarded clothes – yours and his – on your way to the door, creeping cautiously past Eddie's Uncle Wayne sleeping on the sofa bed and through the dark living room. The trailer home doesn't retain much heat and the floor is freezing even through your socks. 

You see what you hope to see. The door cracked open. Still, the nightmare plays on your mind. He'd been missing, something had happened to him. You'd woken up just as something was going to happen to you, you realise. Suddenly the dark is terrifying. You rush the last few feet to the porch and push it open, and there Eddie is in his pajamas, a cigarette hanging between his lips, his notebook in hand. 

He quickly sets the notebook aside when he sees you and takes a drag of his cigarette before pulling it away. Smoke streams between his fingers. "Hey, shortcake," he says quietly, flicking ash into the ashtray by his thigh. "I'm coming back in. Two seconds." 

You don't have time to speak as you drop to your knees and wrap your arms around him. 

He flinches. "Uh tu tu, babe! I'll burn you." 

"Eddie," you say tearfully. "I was so scared."

You don't mean to admit the last part, but it's true. You'd never felt a dread that pervasive in your life. Even now it sticks around, your limbs lead with its weight. 

"What?" he asks, horrified. 

You sniffle and dig your head into his chest as he wraps one of his arms around you, the soft material of a zip up hoodie he'd thrown on pressed to your clammy clothes. 

"You were scared? What happened?" 

You can't say it out loud. You need a minute. 

Eddie waits patiently. You listen as he blows smoke out of the corner of his mouth and snuffs out the cigarette butt, his second arm coming to wrap around you. You've basically collapsed into his arms, your face slipping down so that it's almost at his stomach. 

"Sweetheart?" he asks. 

"I had a bad dream," you admit, embarrassed but so relieved, soaking in his warmth as the cold air threatens to freeze you on the spot like two human icicles. 

He pets your shoulders. "Yeah? What happened." 

"You were gone." Your voice cracks. "I can't remember the rest." 

"Hey. It's okay," he murmurs. 

"Sorry, I know it's stupid." 

Eddie tsks and needles his arms under yours to drag you up the length of his chest, pulling you close. Your face locks into place over his trap muscle like a jigsaw piece, like it has a hundred times before. 

"It's not stupid." 

You wiggle your face into his neck, needing to be closer than close. 

"Sorry I wasn't there when you woke up," he says. 

"It's okay," you whisper. 

Eddie starts to sway you gently from one side to the other, hands working roughly up and down your back in an attempt to warm you up. It works. His hands feel like brands in the cold. 

You hide your own hands in the soft mess of his dark curls, pulling a handful to your face to breathe in. He smells like he usually smells, the sweet, heavy smell of a bruised apple. The heady hints of cologne from the day before. The cloying whispers of cigarette smoke. 

"We should go inside. It's cold out here," Eddie says.

"I'm so glad you're okay." 

He takes your neck into his hands and guides you back, sliding his palms slowly upwards. Heat seeps into your jaw, your cheeks. 

He meets your gaze. "Of course I'm okay. It was just a dream. Just a dream, baby. We're both okay." 

You stare at his chin, sheepish. "I know. It felt… it felt so real. I woke up and you felt gone. I can't explain it." 

"I can imagine it." 

"Yeah?" you ask, bringing your eyes up back to his. He's a mixture of concerned and empathetic. A hint of sadness. 

"Yeah, I think so. I don't ever want to know how it would feel to lose you." 

You sniffle and he clocks your teary eyes. He pinches your wet nose between his fingers gently, then drags the tip of his index finger under your heavy lashes. 

"Let's go back to bed," he says firmly. 

You nod and let him lead you into the trailer, through the cold living room and back to the sanctuary of his bed. He doesn't complain when you climb on top of him though it can't be comfortable, your thighs between his and your arms wrapped around his neck.

In fact, he smiles. "I like how you feel on top of me. Your weight." 

You smile back shyly. "Push me off if I get too heavy." 

"Never," he whispers through his grin. 

[vvynia]

abby and your family’s thanksgiving

pairing: a. anderson x black southern belle!reader

genre: fluff w/ brief mention of smut (mdni)

word count: its headcanons so its short but idk the specific number sowwwy

warnings: not beta read, brief mentions of homophobia but only bc reader’s family isn’t like that, mention of family drama, pregnancy mention, brief moment where religion is talked about (saying grace/prayer)

synopsis: this is literally just headcanons of what would happen if our beloved abby anderson attended your family’s thanksgiving/reunion if you don’t celebrate. very much black reader-centric, but anyone’s welcome to read it esp if you’re from the south cause this is also heavily southern reader coded.

bringing abby anderson to your black (southern) family’s thanksgiving would be a sight to behold.

and imagine its everyone’s FIRST time meeting her too. assuming everyone is super cool and unhateful, i just know she’d have all the aunties’ attention. they see her height, her build and turn to you talkin about, “now, where’d you find her?”

abby would 100% be in ya grandmama’s backyard huddled around the grill with the uncles and dads. she’s got a lil beer in hand (she probably doesn’t even like beer but she likes fitting in and it isn’t all bad when the bonding is genuine) one of em goes “mhm that turkey bout done smokin” and abby is taking mental notes cause one day, she’s gonna smoke a turkey for you two’s family, in your backyard, and your grandkids are gonna be running around

the kids are OBSESSED with her. they climb her like she’s a jungle gym, ask her to throw them in the air, ask her all types of questions. “ABIGAIL! come play with us!” and she does, but the whole time she’s wondering how they discovered what her full name is cause she sure ain’t tell em lool

sometime after, she gets together in the livingroom with you and your cousins, then that one uncle or aunt comes in, says a few words, then leaves with a plate. the gossip commences lol and she’s so in tune to what ya’ll are talking about. she thought her family could dog somebody out?

all that pales in comparison to yall’s words. these sly (and sometimes even blatant) insults are unhinged, the storyline is juicy. she feels like she’s listening to an audiobook of lore. and whenever she asks a question for clarification, someone is always ready to start from the beginning with “see, what had happened was” and “to make a long story short” (the story was not made short)

then it actually comes time to eat, time for her to have her taste buds born anew

your family has whipped up some southern classics: sweet potato pie, pig feet, neck bones and collard greens, cabbage, pound cake, and every other dish you can think of.

you were in charge of the sweet tea, but this year you made a peach batch cause you know abby likes peaches 🥰

ya’ll say grace cause lets be real, if this is the south, somebody baptist and its probably the family matriarch lol

abby is respectful about it whether she believes in god or not cause your family has treated her with the most open of arms and she can feel the love and hospitality all around (if god is real, she thinks, he would’ve wanted everyone who believes in him to be like my sweet girl’s family)

when ya’ll are done and everyone has plated their food, they’re all silently waiting for the white girl’s reaction. they’re trying to play it off, be casual, not stare LOL but they know what’s coming i must admit

and abby doesn’t disappoint cause as you’re sitting next to her, soon as she puts some of them collard greens in her mouth and a couple candied yams and your grandaddy’s secret cast iron skillet macaroni recipe in her mouth, the satisfaction is written all over her face

everyone starts laughing when one of the kids say, “damn, girl, is it good?” to which they’re scolded lol but ofc abby nods like she’s trying to shake the hair follicles out her head

after everyone has ate and said what they’re thankful for (she says she’s thankful for you ofc but she leaves out how thankful she is for getting to strap you down at least twice a week), you two go sit on the porch alone.

you’re leaned against her in a two-seater rocking chair, bellies impossibly full, enjoying the gentle breeze and setting sun and the scent of food that is still wafting from the house

one of your cousin’s kids runs up from the backyard, comes up to you asking for help with opening a new toy, so you help

abby sees how cool you are, how in your element you are with your family, and this moment truly solidifies how much she wants this with you too. ya’ll have had the kids conversation before, so she knows you want at least one

she can’t help but think how gorgeous you’d look bein her housewife, barefoot and pregnant and divine and ethereal, starting a family, never having to worry for a thing bc she’s gonna take care of you

and she knows, when she needs it, you’ll take care of her too

I LOVE LOVE

[purelyfiction]

from knockout’s spotify: if we ever tried ;; hangman & knockout playlist 

jaded - aerosmith

runaround - van halen

you proof - morgan wallen

only angel - harry styles 

tourist in this town - maddie & tae

two ghosts - harry styles

the tide - niall horan

wonder - shawn mendes

do i wanna know? - arctic monkeys

could’ve just left me alone - alexa cappelli 

devil doesn’t bargain - alec benjamin

all at once - the fray

lose somebody - kygo & onerepublic

r u mine? - arctic monkeys

865 - morgan wallen

8 letters - why don’t we

always - bon jovi

remember you young - thomas rhett

how not to - dan + shay

cruel summer - taylor swift

the way i loved you (taylor’s version) - taylor swift

breathe - kansh

muscle memory - kelsea ballerini

chain smokin’ - morgan wallen

if he wanted to he would - kylie morgan

burn - carrie underwood

small doses - bebe rexha

7 summers - morgan wallen

dangerous - morgan wallen 

wyd now? - sadie jean

leave your life - ed sheeran

still into you - paramore

friend - gracie abrams

please notice - christian leave

fuck up the friendship - leah kate

friends don’t - maddie & tae

that way - tate mcrae

if i didn’t love you - jason aldean, carrie underwood

when you’re gone - acoustic - shawn mendes

feel like shit - tate mcrae

see you later (ten years) - jenna raine

thinkin’ bout me - morgan wallen 

money on me - morgan wallen 

death by a thousand cuts - taylor swift

mr. perfectly fine (taylor’s version) (from the vault) - taylor swift

green eyes - JOSEPH

heartbeat - childish gambino

[our-asexual-experience]

Idgaf, let's vibe.

This time around I'll never get bit Though you really wanna fix me This time around you're making me sick Though you really wanna get me Somebody's out Somebody's out to get me They really wanna fix me, hit me But this time around I'm taking no shit Though you really wanna get me You really wanna get me He really thought he really had Had a hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had Control of me He really thought he really had They thought they really could control me This time around I'll never get bit Though you really wanna get me This time around I'm taking no shit Though you really wanna fix me Somebody's out Somebody's out to use me They really want to use me And then falsely accuse me This time around They'll take it like spit 'Cause you really can't control me You know you can't control me He really thought he really had Had a hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had A hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had Had a hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had A hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me Listen, I've got problems of my own Flashin' cameras, taps on my phone Even in my home I ain't safe as I should be Things always missin' Maybe it could be my friends They ain't friends if they robbin' me Stoppin' me from makin' a profit, see Apology shallow like the ocean I guess I'll resort to gun totin' If I was dead broke and smokin' I'd probably be by my lonesome I'm a killer nigga I ain't jokin' Endo smoke got me choked and I'm hopin' The fool comes slippin' So I could blow'em open This time around I changed up my flow Got rid of the rocks Got pits by the door I've raised other peoples to watch my back Stay away from strangers So I won't slack And I know my nigga Mike like that baby This time around yeah... He really thought he really had Control of me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had A hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had Had a hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had Control of me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had A hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me This time around yeah He really thought

This is a song, I presume? Who’s it by and what’s it called?

[j-elaine-hyde]

Hawaiian Print Hero

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Stuff n. Things (whaaat? JUST fluff)

Rooster stared as Hangman’s girlfriend sat perched on his lap. Laughing and smiling with her arms draped around his neck. They looked so happy. He wished he could find a girl that would love him like Lauren loved Jake.

Out of frustration he placed his head in his hands and mashed his forehead.

“You okay man?” Hangman asked, a little concerned.

He sat up still rubbing his head before smoothing and fixing his hair. “Yeah man. I’ll be alright.”

Hangman could see there was something going on with him. “Lauren honey…” he began.

“Yes baby?” She cooed.

“Do you have any smokin’ hot friends we could set ol’ Rooster here up with? I think he needs some lovin’… don’t you?” He squeezed her around the waist as she looked at Rooster.

“I sure do baby…” her saccharine sweet voice gave him little to no hope.

“What are you in the market for Rooster? You want a blonde? A brunette? Stay away from those redheads man…” He laughed as he jostled Lauren, who was obviously a redhead.

“Heyyy…” she feigned offense. “Rooster bubba, what are you into? What do you like?” She was genuinely going to take down an itemized list.

“Rooster likes em smart…” Hangman said as he held out his hands in front of his chest. “And tall… like Amazon queen amazing. She’s gotta be breathtaking honey… best lookin friend you’ve got.”

“Watch it mister… you start namin’ names and I’m liable to get jealous.”

Rooster rolled his eyes.

———

They had just finished up a day in training and were standing in the showers talking.

“Hey man, Lauren found a friend for you. She’s pretty hot. Dumber than a box of air but she’s nice to look at.”

“Pass.” Rooster said flatly.

“C’mon man… you’ve gotta find somebody. You can’t just third wheel with us all the time. I love ya, brother, but you bum me out when you get all moody and sad. You should meet her, I think her name is Britney or Brinley… I don’t know. Big tits though.”

“Hard pass. I can’t date those chicks anymore man. I want to be able to talk to them. I want to joke and have fun and connect. Have actual conversations…I don’t need help getting laid man… I need help finding my girl.”

“Ok…so no Britney. Brinley. Britney? Whatever. Cancel that. Roger. Let me see who else she can come up with. She gets a little jealous when I tell her, her friends are hot…”

“What a surprise…”

“We’ll see you tonight at the deck though, right?”

“Yeah… I’ll be there. Don’t go fixing me up with nobody either.”

“Ok man. Whatever you say.” He winked at Rooster.

“Damnit Hangman, I’m serious.”

“Of course you are. I hear ya buddy… No big breasted bimbos… 10-4.”

———

That night when Rooster walked into the Hard Deck there were two entire tables of giggly swooning women. They were being circled like prey by all the sharks in uniform. He didn’t know how exactly, but he knew Hangman had something to do with it.

Sure enough as soon as Hangman saw him he got that ridiculous grin on his face, tipped his beer at him and motioned to the chatty tables full of women. Rooster rolled his eyes and went to the bar. Ordering his drink and avoiding his best friend he was soon joined by none other than Hangman himself.

“Did you see what I did there for ya? I got all of ‘em here.”

“You really shouldn’t have.”

“No man it’s great. They’re all having fun, but you get to pick whichever one you want. And whatever ones you don’t, we’ll throw to the wolves. It’s fine.”

“How did you get Lauren to agree to this?”

“I played up the sympathy card. Told her I wanted you to have what we have and that you were shy and I figured the best way was to have a party of sorts… then I told her we’d get her drunk and let her sing along with you on the piano.”

“Great… Thanks man…” Rooster rolled his eyes and tapped his beer to Hangman’s. I’ll be back. I’m gonna get some air.

Rooster snuck out the patio door and went to hide on the back steps. He didn’t want anything to do with any of those girls. He knew their type. Giggly sorority girls that liked his uniform more than him.

He was enjoying the quiet when suddenly it was interrupted.

“Ugh! Gross! The fucking nerve!” You shook your arms as you marched out the back door to the railing. You were unaware of Rooster’s presence. He sat quietly and watched you, slightly amused. Soon after you calmed down the door violently swung open and a semi-drunk sailor sauntered out.

“There you are… I wondered where you went…” You ignored him. “Heyyy sexy…” he slid his hand across your back and down to your butt.

“Don’t touch me! Get away from me!” You shrugged him off and moved further away.

“Don’t be like that, sexy… I know you want it… Come here…I’ll give it to you right here.” He cornered you, and grabbed your arms pinning you to the wall.

“No! Let go of me! Don’t touch me!” You yelled as you tried to break free.

“Let her go. Now.” Rooster calmly spoke, but his deep voice commanded respect the sailor turned around unsure of who had spoke.

“Babe… get over here.” Rooster motioned to you.

Rooster rushed him and pinned him up against the wall his forearm across the guys neck. “Babe, are you ok?” He softly asked you as you stood frozen against the railing, eyes wide.

You couldn’t speak.

“Babe? Man… Rooster…I had no idea she was yours. I’m so sorry.”

“Well now you do. And you need to tell her sorry, not me.” Rooster punched the guy in the face and knocked him out. He dropped him to the ground.

Turning to you he slowly approached, reaching out placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey… are you sure you’re okay?” He ducked down to search your face, locking eyes with you.

You lunged forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you” you cried against his neck as tears started to stream down your face. He could feel you shaking.

Holding you tight against him he whispered in your ear, “You’re okay. I’ve got you. You’re okay. Hey, I need to get my buddy out here.” You clung tighter to his neck and as a desperate ‘no’ escaped your lips. “Okay…It’ll be like we’re dancing. Just follow my lead, okay? I’m not letting go.”

You held tight to him and nodded your head. He basically waltzed you to the door where he sent the closest guy to fetch Hangman.

As soon as he walked out onto the patio and saw you around Rooster’s neck he thought something completely different.

“Well well well…” Hangman started.

Rooster shook his head no, and pointed to the unconscious asshole on the deck. “Deal with that, I’m gonna get her outta here.”

“What the hell…?” Hangman looked confused.

“Stomp him.”

“Roger that.”

———

Rooster pulled the bronco into your driveway and killed the engine.

“I’m Y/n by the way…” you sat unmoved in the passenger seat, staring down into your lap as your wrung your hands.

“Well, Y/n, I’m Rooster. Um Bradley. Nice to meet you.” He smiled, you could hear it in his voice.

“Thank you… again…I…” you weren’t sure what to say. But then your sarcastic nature took over, “So do you always just hide in the shadows and serve up vigilante justice?” You covered your mouth to hid your smirk.

“Nah…” he laughed, “Although it might become a hobby. Felt pretty good to rescue a gorgeous damsel in distress.”

Blushing you responded, “You’re my knight in floral Hawaiian print.” You couldn’t stifle your laughter.

Enjoying your remark he laughed, “Hey don’t knock it. I think I look pretty good… if I do say so, myself.”

You almost snorted, “Can you imagine if Batman wore Hawaiian print?”

“How do you know he doesn’t? Have you ever seen Batman and I in the same room at the same time though? …no you have not.” He laughed, shaking his head.

“Are you trying to tell me you’re Batman?” You were trying to hold in your laughter but you lost it.

Whether it was a trauma response or a coping mechanism, whatever, you suddenly had the giggles and it was the most glorious sound Rooster had ever heard.

“Why are you laughing at Batman?” He said in his best impression of the raspy Batman voice.

It only made you laugh harder as you curled up into a ball in your seat laughing uncontrollably.

“Have you seen my Hawaiian shirt?” He gruffed. He lost it at this point and the two of you sat laughing in your driveway.

Finally you tried calming down, your abs hurting from laughing so hard. “Oh it hurts… ahhh… oh god that was good.”

“That’s what she said.” Said Rooster in his batman voice.

Your giggles continued.

He watched as you laughed so hard tears fell down your cheeks. He couldn’t help but laugh with you. But all he knew was he loved the sound and the smile on your face, the way you looked at him with your eyebrows high, beaming.

Holding your stomach you took a deep breath calming down as you wiped the tears from your face. You looked out the window at your door and got sad. You didn’t want him to leave. You didn’t want to be alone.

He noticed you staring at the door and your body language change. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah… I- I think I’m just scared…” you admitted as you nervously shook your foot.

“What are you afraid of?” He asked with sincerity.

“Rooster before you showed up I was so terrified… I was …so…helpless. He was so much

stronger than me, I couldn’t get him off of me. I… I don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t there. I..” You felt a tightness in your chest.

“Hey no… don’t do that…” he reached out and hugged you. Holding you tightly, “Hey you’re safe. I’ve got you. It’s okay. I’m here. You’re home. You’re alright. He can’t hurt you… I’ve got you.”

Embarrassed that you started shaking and crying again you pulled away, shaking your head ‘no’. You grabbed your purse and made a mad dash for your door. Fumbling to get the key in the lock you dropped your key. Out of sheer defeat and embarrassment you thunked your head against the door, sighing heavily, you just stood there wishing you could just dissolve into the porch.

Rooster quickly got out of the bronco and jogged up to help you. He picked up the key and unlocked the door. Pulling you into his chest as he opened the door.

“I’m sorry… that’s so embarrassing.” You mumbled into his chest as he held you tightly.

Pulling back he slid his hands on either side of your face, wiping away tears with his thumbs, holding you in place so he could see your eyes. Your heart was pounding in your ears. “You have nothing to be sorry for and nothing to be embarrassed about.” His eyes burned into yours.

The stare was such an intense flurry of emotions you had to look at has lips just so you could remember to breathe. You held your breath anyway as you stood there in silence, Rooster holding your face intently.

“Lets get you inside.”

———

“Can I get you something to drink?” You asked looking nervous.

Rooster smiled warmly, “Sure… whatcha got?” He leaned on the archway between the living room and kitchen with his arms folded against his chest as he watched you bend over to survey the fridge. Not that it completely escaped his radar, but it wasn’t until this very moment he realized just how gorgeous you are.

“I’ve got a case of summer shandies, a gatorade, a half drank carton of orange juice, water of course, aaaaand protein shakes .” You chewed on your bottom lip as you looked at him. Unsure of what to do with your hands you punched them on your hips, and wiggled the tip of your toes back and forth on the linoleum.

“A shandy would be great. I feel like my attire lends itself to that choice quite nicely.” He slyly smiled, making you blush as you reached in and grabbed him one. He stayed put making you cross the kitchen to bring it to him as he held out his hand. “Thank you Miss…”

Something inside him wanted to say ‘good girl’, but he didn’t dare. You momentarily stood smiling at each other silently without knowing why. You were content looking up at him, admiring his handsome face.

“Are you not having one with me? I think it’d be pretty rude to make me drink by myself. Don’t you?” He studied your features.

You swallowed hard staring at his mouth before locking eyes with him, “Oh… sure. Sorry.” He followed your eyes as they made their way back down to his lips.

You had to force yourself to look away and then walked to the fridge, grabbing another beer. He shook his head as he watched you bend at the waist to get in the fridge. He was immediately in his head about you. You were gorgeous. Your chosen outfit of cutoff jean shorts and a body suit tank top made it easy for him to imagine what you looked like without them.

“Come sit with me.” He gave you a crooked smile, contemplating how far he could push the commands. Something inside of him was begging to praise you to get your reaction.

He followed you to the sofa and sat down. He noticed that within a minute of sitting down your leg was going again.

He slid closer and put his hand on your knee. “Are you okay?” He asked turning his head to look at you sideways.

“Yeah, Rooster… I’m okay.” You awkwardly sipped your shandy.

He furrowed his brow and turned to face you, getting even closer than before. “You can call me Bradley… if you want.” For some reason he didn’t like the sound of his callsign on your lips. He wanted something more intimate.

You sensed he was the slightest bit nervous, which sent your confidence through the roof.

“Bradley…” you said softly, slowly, seductively.

You watched as he stared straight ahead, his eye brows jumped and his Adams apple jumped as he swallowed. He sucked in a ragged breath.

“Bradley…” you bit your lip and watched his reaction as you reached out and teased your nails up and down the back of his neck.

He jumped and wiggled, “ohhhh no…” he exhaled. “You can’t do that…”

You raised your eyebrows giving him your most innocent eyes, “Do what?”

He wagged his finger at you, “You can’t say say my name like that and touch me like that…or you’re not getting rid of me.”

You leaned in closer, resting your face on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his bicep. “You mean I can keep you?”

He turned his face to yours, crashing his lips against yours. Shifting his weight he was on top of you without breaking the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer. Begging to feel his body weight, you hooked your leg around his hip, his hand instinctively sliding up your outer thigh.

“Wait.” He pulled back and sat down. “This is going to sound so dumb… and it’s not a line… or a trap…I just… I don’t want just another hookup.”

Your face scrunched and you closed one eye as looked at him like he was a strange bug. “Are you telling me you don’t just want to use me for sex?” He could hear the surprised humor in your voice.

Raising a single eyebrow he looked at you and licked his lips, “Oh I’m gonna use you for sex… and cuddles, and dates, and kisses. So many kisses. And laughs… I’m going to do everything I can to make you laugh - forever, because I’m pretty sure your laugh is the greatest sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life. I want to hold you, and protect you, and do everything with you.”

You weren’t sure how to react. You wanted to climb onto his lap and make out with him until your faces fell off. To ride him and hear what he sounded like when he came. To feel his hands on you…his lips… but your walls and all the men before him and the lessons you learned for trusting them made you say, “But you don’t even know me.”

He didn’t miss a beat, “But I want to. I wanna know everything. I want the time with you to learn all of those things. I feel really comfortable with you. Like I don’t have to put on some act to get you to like me. That for some reason I now care what you think and how you feel. I need to know that you’re ok and safe and not hungry and I want to take care of you. I want to look across a room and our eyes meet and we smile because we know that we’re both thinking dirty things about the other one. I wanna know at the end of the night that you’re coming home with me. That I get to wake up to this beautiful face and see you smile. That I get to point to you and say, ‘that one? She’s mine. I’m hers.’.”

“Bradley…”

“Don’t… not if you don’t mean it… Don’t.”

“Bradley…”

“That’s it you’re mine.” He said in his Batman voice as he lunged on top of you kissing your neck eliciting a mixture of laughter and moans from you.

———

You went to sleep that night wrapped in the arms of your own personal Hawaiian print hero.

[helloaugustmoon]

This time around I'll never get bit Though you really wanna fix me This time around you're making me sick Though you really wanna get me Somebody's out Somebody's out to get me They really wanna fix me, hit me But this time around I'm taking no shit Though you really wanna get me You really wanna get me He really thought he really had Had a hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had Control of me He really thought he really had They thought they really could control me This time around I'll never get bit Though you really wanna get me This time around I'm taking no shit Though you really wanna fix me Somebody's out Somebody's out to use me They really want to use me And then falsely accuse me This time around They'll take it like spit 'Cause you really can't control me You know you can't control me He really thought he really had Had a hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had A hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had Had a hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had A hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me Listen, I've got problems of my own Flashin' cameras, taps on my phone Even in my home I ain't safe as I should be Things always missin' Maybe it could be my friends They ain't friends if they robbin' me Stoppin' me from makin' a profit, see Apology shallow like the ocean I guess I'll resort to gun totin' If I was dead broke and smokin' I'd probably be by my lonesome I'm a killer nigga I ain't jokin' Endo smoke got me choked and I'm hopin' The fool comes slippin' So I could blow'em open This time around I changed up my flow Got rid of the rocks Got pits by the door I've raised other peoples to watch my back Stay away from strangers So I won't slack And I know my nigga Mike like that baby This time around yeah... He really thought he really had Control of me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had A hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had Had a hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had Control of me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me He really thought he really had A hold on me He really thought he really had They thought they really had control of me This time around yeah He really thought

great song! ♡

[murcielagatito]

just a thought, what if Ava barged into Janine’s apartment one night(she’s there so often neeny gave her a key) and then janine is js laying down on her couch smokin sum ganja and then Ava is js laughing at her, walks over, and snatches some smoke from her mouth and blows it in her face🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

no becuz if i was able to write, it would be over for yall 🤭

somebody write this fic pls

[babblzoom]

Somebody save me, me from myself

I've spent so long living in Hell

They say my lifestyle is bad for my health

It's the only thing that seems to help

All of this drinkin' and smokin' is hopeless

But feel like it's all that I need

Somethin' inside of me's broken

I hold on to anything that sets me free

I'm a lost cause

Baby, don't waste your time on me

I'm so damaged beyond repair

Life has shattered my hopes and my dreams

[urmumsdrycooch]

ᖴOOᒪ ᖴOᖇ ᕼEᖇ

Rachel Amber x Reader

Summary: Y/n being an absolute lovesick idiot for Rachel.

Warnings: Swearing

I never thought I'd stoop this low. I'd promised myself to not fall in love in high school. Well, I promised myself I'd go on a 5-mile run every day, but look how that's gone. But this promise was simple, such a facile task.

And then she became part of my life.

I can't go a day without thinking of her and her stupid smile. Her stupid hyper-fixations every week or so. Just her stupid fucking self.

And the fact I love it, being around her, knowing she probably thinks of me in her spare time, though she definitely doesn't have to worry about me returning the favour.

The fact she knows it as well, she knows how I feel, and I know how she feels, yet we still play around with the subject. My friends think I'm so insane to be fighting these feelings, thoughts that simply cannot erase and won't erase not putting me at any ease.

Ever since we met I knew something was there, softly killing my promise whilst I steadily denied the truth.

"Give me another lemon one."

"But you don't like those ones," I point out.

"Yeah, well you hate them." She argues, noticing my stare, "Just pass me the stupid skittles."

I sigh, passing her a few yellow skittles, her hand slowly accepting them.

We're sat in a booth in the diner, waiting for our drinks to be served, sharing a small packet of skittles.

I look around the room, a mix of students and working adults on their break. A few couples holding hands in the booths, smitten smiles plastered on their faces. Everybody seems to have someone just for them, having a good time with somebody they enjoy spending their time with.

It's not like I envy them or anything, I don't mind at all. Rachel and I have a good time being friends, best friends. Well, I say I don't mind but, being a little bit more than friends wouldn't hurt.

I know she knows, I know she does. Well, I think she does. There's a possibility. Does she know? Tell me, Rachel Amber, do you know?

"Do I know what?" The blonde hums still sloppily chewing on the sweets in her mouth, not making eye contact until she's finished her sentence.

"Huh, oh. I forgot." I answer, getting a pair of rolled eyes off of her in return.

I didn't even realise I said that out loud. Maybe I should ask her, verbally this time, rather than mentally (and somehow accidentally verbally, the mind works in marvellous ways). But, maybe she doesn't want to cross the line and- well, I totally get that. Because that is exactly what I'm doing right now.

She feels the same, she's got to. I mean, I am pretty smokin' hot, as she would say, and when we're alone it's like, so, ugh- I can't put it into words. It's like my heart is on fire and she's the chip pan that's caused that fire.

God, it confuses me.

"Here you go girls, one cherry coke, one orange juice." Joyce smiles as she places down the drinks.

"Hey, give me a sip!" Rachel orders me.

"You can get off it, you've got your own drink."

"Settle down you two," Joyce chuckles, pausing the Amber girl frozen in her reaching for my drink movement, "You two remind me just of how me and my best friend were back in our teen years."

Best friend, of course. It's like the universe has to constantly remind me.

The blonde smiles at Joyce as she walks off,  once she left, Rachel reaches for my drink and takes a massive gulp.

"Ah, refreshing." She sighs, "Why did you get that?"

"Maybe because it is 10:30 AM, and I'm not in the mood for diabetes this early in the morning." I roll my eyes, taking a sip of the juice.

Okay, so maybe I'm not making it clear as day that I'm hopelessly in love with her, but what can a gal do, really?

I watch her take hold of the straw in her glass and place it between her lips, taking numerous large sips of the drink before looking back up at me. "Stop gazing at me, weirdo." She giggles with a playful smile.

"I wasn't gazing at you, I was taking notice of how you don't see the need for air between sips."

Yeah, not clear as day at all.

"Come one, we'll finish these up and get back to Blackwell. Unless you totally think we should ditch and go do acrobatics." She grins.

"Acrobati-"

"Yes, come one." She takes my hand, leading me out of the diner.

Time Skip

"So, if you just stay like that until I figure out how this is going to work." She suggests, a thumb on her chin as she thinks hard about how to make this 'awesome acrobatic move' work.

"Rachel, I can't stay like this forever," I say in a strained voice, caused largely by the fact I'm trying to hold a handstand while this girl takes her sweet time to think about purely nothing.

"Okay, one arm out, palm up."

"No fucking way," I argue.

"Just do it."

I centre my left hand and stick out my right arm, I feel a small weight placing itself onto my hand whilst hearing, "I'm just gonna-"

And collapse.

We tumble flat onto our backs and I'm sure every bone in my hand is shattered. The both of us pant until we break into laughter. We face each other, smiler growing wider the more we laugh together, hands linking together as our cheeks begin to cramp up.

"Sorry, I thought that'd work." She apologises, once the two of us had calmed down.

"Rachel, you're a straight-A student, how do you not understand the basics of gravity?"

"I thought it was a hella cool idea!"

"Well, you're hella stupid." I mock, gaining a shove of my shoulder off of the blonde.

I roll back onto my back dramatically, Rachel hovering over my face. "Us Leos don't tend to take insults very well." She smirks.

I roll my eyes at her antics, a humorous huff leaving my lips. Like I said, our time together is fun, without being an item. I'm sure it wouldn't make a difference, but maybe it would. Maybe instead of lying on the floor in this uncomfortable silence, she'd be kissing my face off or something couple-y like that. I'm not complaining, but I'm not definitely against her kissing my face off.

It could be so simple, but she's just making it hard, why can't she see I'm an absolute fool for her, why can't she show some a sign? What do I have to do, who do I have to be to get some reciprocation?

"You're doing it again."

My eyebrows raise slightly, "Hm? Doing what?"

"The staring thing." She examines my face, "Tell me what's on your mind."

This is the last thing I need, "No, it's fine." I look down at the non-existent watch on my wrist, "We should get back."

I lift my upper back off of the ground but it's immediately pushed back down, "Stop avoiding the topic."

"But there's nothing on my mind." I lie.

"Stop lying." She scoffs, her hand remaining on my chest.

I stay silent for a few seconds, mentally debating whether I should give a hint, a confession or just lie.

"Well, I guess I've just been thinking a lot."

"About what?" Rachel questions in her best therapist voice.

"Things..." I drag.

"Specify 'things' for me, Y/n." She speaks, losing her patience.

"I'm just all up in my feels, y'know. Like, I can't put it into words."

"Is it a person, an event, a memory?" She suggests I open up further.

"A person," I answer truthfully, ", and they won't leave my mind."

"Is this out of hatred, friendship, jealousy, love? Anything like that."

I pause, giving myself time to think over the numerous outcomes of this talk. It could end many ways, maybe she'll freak out, maybe she's disgusted by me if I'm lucky she'll be fine with it, even luckier if she feels the same.

"She's just so kickass, and I can't help but feel... things, about her. Everything about her. Literally everything. She's really funny, so caring, and I don't think I've met a more interesting person. Plus, she's absolutely gorgeous, like a Goddess, can rock any outfit, could wear a trash bag and look hot as hell."

I begin to smile to myself getting lost in the thought of the girl. And finally putting it into words? It's bigger than Kim and Ye's split. I never thought I could speak to somebody about it wholeheartedly without feeling I could say something wrong.

"Whenever I see her I find myself hypnotized, and I hate it. I hate all of this. Because in reality, I'm clueless, she leaves me fishing without a rod. I'm totally fine with just being friends, well, that's kind of a lie, but I do enjoy being friends. Though, I don't think being friends includes wanting to hold the other's hand and looking at the other's lips and wanting to kiss them and take them on dates and treat them like royalty. I love her but I fucking hate what she does to me..."

I sigh, the confession to myself over, finally opening my eyes again. Just to see who I had actually been confessing to.

Her face remains how it had been when I had last looked at her, a small smile hiding behind her lips. Those same lips I'd been talking about kissing. I watch her slow breaths raise her shoulders up and down as she leans on my arm, the two of us still on the ground.

"So who's the lucky girl?" She asks, the sly grin contrasting the desperate and hopeful glint in her eyes.

I stare at the love of my life in front of me, our breathing the only noise emitting from the both of us. "Isn't it obvious?" I scoff with an awkward smile. The pit of my stomach filled with butterflies, a full-on prison break going on down there.

"Hm, but I want you to tell me." She smirks, slowly inching her face closer to me.

I close my eyes, releasing a deep breath, opening my eyes to Rachel closer than before. I look her in the eyes.

"It's... Victoria Chase."

"Oh my fucking God." She shoves me further into the ground while we laugh together, Rachel falling on top of me in giggles. "I hate you."

She leans in, "Now tell me." She commands, pinning my shoulders to the floor.

"It's you, Rachel Amber, I'm so fucking in love wi-" And before I knew it she was kissing me.

Her soft lips meet my own passionately, her hands placed on each side of my face, our smiles uncontrollable against each other. We pull away, her nose mere millimetres away from mine, flashing the widest grin I've ever seen, "I think I'm in love with you too, Y/n L/n."

[the-choosey-begger]

The Promise Land - Elvis

- Right away, I bought me a thorough train ticket right across Mississippi clean

I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham, Smokin' into New Orleans

Somebody help me get out of Louisiana, just help me get to Houston town

There are people there who care a little about me

And they won't let the poor boy down -

***** This is an awesome video from a great entertainer. ******

[kemetic-dreams]

Sometimes it's hard to wake up in the morning Mind full of demons, I don't wanna hear 'em anymore Got me heartbroken, fine, so many babies screamin' ‘Cause they seeing destruction before they see a human bein' So they start smokin' weed, we'll never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape ‘Cause they all broken, why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly? Somebody else's child Caught in gun smoke and we, can all make a change So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold I'll keep hoping, please, if you prefer to breathe Communities in need of people that will lead Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open, greed brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen rise, my ghetto queens rise Don't be afraid to try, too many of us die For the door to open wide, my brothers speak wise Stay focused on the prize, though everybody dies

[shsl-cringefail-tournament]

Can I offer you some Leon propaganda in this trying time?

Look, Kazuichi is a cringefail loser and we can all agree on that, but is he really a bigger loser than our boy 11037 himself? The man is a meme.

I mean look at him. Sure, Kazuichi was annoying about the girl he liked. Leon, on the other hand, saw a cute girl and then immediately fell for her murderbait when he KNEW he was in a death game. Kazuichi managed to survive to the end of his killing game, but Leon stupidly became the first killer.

He got caught in the most obvious way possible, because the victim wrote his name in giant letters on the wall of the crime scene. And the only defense he could come up with was to yell at everybody else that they were like, totally stupid. Just an embarrassment of a murderer.

And his freetime events? Cringe. He’s quitting baseball to tooootally be the lead vocalist in the band he’ll definitely find some other members for eventually. He wants to sing because it’s too much work to actually learn to play an instrument. Oh, and he’ll get somebody else to write lyrics for him too. He’s only doing it to impress a girl with an “okay” face but a “smokin’ hot body” who told him she only dates musicians, after all. How can anyone think Kazuichi is the bigger loser when it comes to women? 11037 is truly one of the losers of all time and deserves the cringefail crown.

Also Kazuichi pulls off that highlighter yellow and Leon could never.

Leon Kuwata for SHSL Cringefail propaganda!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Wheezy Weasel x Fem!Reader x Greasy Weasel || Oneshot

Plot: Inspired by 'Bro Code' by Brantley Gilbert. Reader and Greasy have been growing apart; He's rarely around to spend time with you, which is leaving you to spend a lot more time, alone, with Wheezy, and... feelings start to develop... Wheezy decides to do the respectful thing and warn Greasy about it.

Better show that girl a good time If you don't, it's gon' be goodbye And if you take it for granted You hand her to another man It's a matter of time, bro

It's a matter of time

Now, I know it ain't my business But I gotta insist that if this was somebody else Your deal is already finished because Bro code goes out the window Just be glad it's me lettin' you know, bro

Warnings: Me writing serious romance stuffs for toon gangster weasels. ... Love triangle? XD I'd say its handled pretty well though

"Hey Wheezy!"

"Hey- " You plop down on the couch with him suddenly; Your head in his lap. It honestly surprises him for a moment, the affection - though not unwelcome, - having come out of nowhere and could be interpreted as innapropriate, by some people... considering who you really belonged too around here. "Y/N... "

Giving a little, teasing smile, you dont address the elephant in the room- deciding to rather just move on, fiddling with your fingers above your stomach. "What are you up to, tonight?"

"Smokin'... " Obviously. "Was gonna watch some TV, too. Nothing much- nothing exciting, anyway. What are you doing? Wasn't Greasy taking you out somewhere, tonight?"

At this, the mention of your boyfriend, the bright light flickers out of your pretty eyes a little bit. You look away from his face, a frown tugging at your lips. Wheezy frowns, too, the three cigerettes he was puffing away on held away from his face between two fingers; This can't be good. "Oh! We were... " Your voice is polite, almost cheerful still in a totally fake, forced kind of way. "But, um... I guess we got our signals crossed, or something. I thought I was supposed to meet him here now, but Smarty says Greasy's out doing something for him tonight, so... " Giving little shrug, you force the sadness out of your eyes and take a deep breath. Wheezy's frown only worsens, though. That explains why you look so nice... well, nicer then usual. That seems to be happening damn often, recently, too. "I'm free, now! Was hopin' you might be willing to share your evening, with me?"

... There's a cheeky glint in your eyes that Wheezy can't help grinning back at, shaking his head. "Yeah, sure. Whatcha wanna watch?"

"Oh!" You hop up off his lap and into a sitting position, crossing your legs and picking up the remote- focused on the TV. "I have the best movie in mind. I think its started already, but not too long ago so we should be fine. You'll love it! Promise."

~

"This is the dumbest fucking movie I have ever seen Y/N- " Wheezy's saying, much to your dismay even though you grin- his frustration a source of amusement, to you. He's cute, you decide; His words are biting, but the expression on his face is soft, and relaxed. You like it. You like him- he's a good friend!

"No way!-" Giggling, you shake your head at him.

"Dont you show this to the boss, he'll blow a gasket. Is this supposed to be gang representation? Hell- "

"Its the best kind of gang representation!" You reply, not looking at him as he turns to give you most incredulous look possible. "... makes you guys look so dumb- fella's watchin'll think they can outsmart you and be so much easier to deal with, don'tcha think?"

"Pfft," Wheezy rolls his eyes, but he's grinning; Theres something cute about your theory, there. He's gotta admit. "We gotta deal with enough idiots, don't you be pushing any more on us."

"Hmm," Humming, you lean back into the cushions behind you; Eyes glued to the screen as some 'gangsters' play a game of poker. "Plus, they're all gorgeous... would you say that's misrepresentation, too?"

He scoffs again, shaking his head. "Depends on the gang, doll."

As soon as that slips out of his mouth, he just about has a stroke and freezes to the spot as you just continues to watch the movie, like she didnt hear it. Hanging out with your pal's girl all alone is one thing, even sitting this close to her can be interpreted as a close friendship, but calling her doll?? Thats got to be breaking every damn rule there is about pal's and their ladies. Greasy would lose his damn mind if he heard that, and Wheezy wouldn't really be able to blame him.

Except... you didnt react at all to him using that name with you- for you. As well as the fact that you haven't been seeing much of Greasy, lately. At all. He hasn't been around. And not just for a week, no- you two have been missing eachother for months now, slowly drifting apart. Greasy used to stress out like the damn Queen was coming over to the apartment if he ever had to dissapoint you, the two of you used to be so attached to eachother all the time that it made everyone else sick (And really uncomfortable, at times), you used to hang out in Greasy's room if he wasn't around when he said he would be... But not anymore. For weeks now you've been spending your time with him - Wheezy, - , almost treating him like your boyfriend...

Like a stand-in. But that doesn't mean that when you're together you aren't treating him like him- that you're using him as a place holder for Greasy at all, no- its just... like...

Instead of Greasy getting to spend his nights with your legs in his lap- it's Wheezy. Instead of Greasy getting to make you laugh- it's Wheezy. Instead of Greasy making you smile... its Wheezy.

And he doesn't think he should really have to feel guilty for enjoying it, anymore.

It's time to give Greasy a warning, Wheezy decides as he relaxes back into the cushions to watch the rest of this dumb movie that you like.

If Greasy doesn't buck up, soon, then he's going to let you know that he's throwing his hat into the ring.

~

Greasy's eyes are narrowed after what Wheezy says, disbelief and betrayal written all over his face. "... what, amigo?" His voice is quiet but emotionless, giving Wheezy one chance to take it back, his proclamation. His absurd, ridiculous, traitorous proclamation. If he did, then all would be fine- he would forgive and forget it. You're beautiful, and wonderful... he cant blame the man for falling under your spell for a moment. But if he doesnt-

"You heard me Grease." Intimidation is one of Greasy's favourite tactics- Wheezy's close to him, so he knows that. Plus... you can't really be intimidated by a man after you've heard him singing in the shower. "... I'm just warning you. As it is I'm not gonna do a thing, not unless she makes a move on me, because you're my friend- but if you don't start putting in more of an effort again, stop standin' your girl up... you're gonna lose her. And it might be, to me."

"Hm. Brave, fumador, you're very brave... So, am I to believe you haven't don't anything behind my back?"

"Yes."

... Greasy nods. He believes him- of course he does. Like Wheezy said, they're friends. He knows when he's lying and when he's telling the earnest truth, and besides he trusts him.

... and also- Wheezy isn't the lying type. Never has been. Greasy has never really had to worry about that, with him.

So... that brings him to a different thought. Another issue. One that makes his heart restrict inside his chest. "So then... Y/N... she has been sad? Missing m- "

Wheezy rolls his eyes deeply and groans, his hands in his pockets so he doesnt smack Greasy. "Of course she's been fucken sad, you little freak. She loves you, moron. And you've been everywhere but with her- where you should be." Some 'ladies man', this one. Wheezy thinks. Doesn't even know when he's making the biggest damn mistake of his life.

Sure, it might be Wheezy's gain... this mistake of Greasy's... but he won't take it lightly. This is a fucked up situation they're in, and whoever ends up with her is going to have to live with knowing the other is having to live without.

Greasy's heart squeezes and squeezes... forcing him quiet as thoughts rush through his mind about how bad he feels and how he didn't realise this, his working more lately, would affect her badly... and how if he had then he would have never...

Ugh, he thinks. He wishes he could say he was doing it for more money, to buy her an engagement ring or something... but he was not. Dammit.

... thats a prety good idea actually. Maybe he can still do that-

"What the hell are you two morons doing in my kitchen?" Smartass suddenly appears in the doorway, catching both their attentions with his frustrated tone. Greasy opens his mouth to explain, but their boss is already on it. "What I tell you??? No snacks past 6.30! Dinner's in the damn oven- what do you want from me here?? Damn vultures. What- you can't wait 15 minutes?? Sheesh."

This time Wheezy opens his mouth to explain for them both, but also gets cut off as Smartass pulls on two oven mitts. "And Y/N's just got here. Go bother her for a while, wouldja?? Both of you. Out."

Barely a millisecond passes and Greasy is already out the door, leaving a Greasy-shaped dust cloud behind him as he races to find you. Wheezy takes another moment, sucking in a good long puff of tobacco, before strolling after him.

When he finds you, standing by the billards table with Psycho and Stupid, Greasy's already attached himself to you like a damn leach.

"-so sorry, mi vida... Lo siento, Y/N... All my apologies... I didn't realise that I had been gone so much... " He's trailing kisses all over you- your cheeks, your forehead, down your neck... Psycho scowls at you both, before covering his eyes. Wheezy wishes he could do the same without feeling like a fricken 12 year old. "I mean of course I noticed you were away from me... and I missed you but-... you know? Why don't we go and spend some time- alone?~ " Finally he pulls back, looking you in the eye, a flirtation smirk on his face. "I will be sure to thoroughly make it up to you for my mistakes. Prometo~ "

Giving a giggle at it, you allow yourself to fall right back into familiar patterns, with him; Tucking hair behind your ear and letting your hands fall to his arms as he holds you, and tilting your head to the side. "I don't know~ Why don't we?"

You're just glad he's back.

Wheezy watches Greasy's wolf-like smirk broaden, all sorts of - likely, - depraved shit going in his head, and lean into your ear. He whispers something you that has your eyes widening and your fingers tightening onto his suit.

... you look cute as hell, but Wheezy would rather not know what it was that had that affect on you. Or at least not until he can figure it out himself.

Then Greasy's disconnecting from you, pressing one final lasting kiss onto your cheek, before heading to his room. You would follow in a moment, absolutely, but you're just reeling for a moment from how he went from 0 to 100 all of a sudden.

... woof. You give a smile, shaking your head. Whatever it was, you aren't about to question it. When you notice Wheezy standing in the doorway, smoking to himself, you catch his gaze and give a bright grin. He's back, you mouth, pleased.

He nods, blowing smoke. Yep... "Sure is."

Approaching him, you hold your arms behind your back and stand just beside him; Watching the Psycho and Stupid play billiards while Wheezy watches you. "I wonder what knocked some sense into him?... or who???" You ask, twisting in place and carefully peering up at him.

Immediatly he looks away, taking a draw from a cigerette. "Oh- don't give me the credit. It was allll him."

Without really thinking, you throw your arms around Wheezy; Giving him what was supposed to be a quick, warm hug. Of thanks.

But then he wraps his arms around you too, and you pull back not far... just enough to look at eachother and for a split moment, with both your heads slightly at an angle and your breath on eachothers lips you stay there; Inches apart and hearts beating erratically inside chests.

Something changed in the few seconds you were hugging him. The way you looked at him all of a sudden was different, like- realisation. Then surprise.

Then horror.

Quickly you wipe the wide-eyed look off your face and cautiously let go of Wheezy, stepping back. Theres a heat in your cheeks betraying you. Wheezy- you think, an odd and terrifying mix of shock and something really lovely and warm swarming inside your chest. Tall, laid back, sexy, comfortable... Wheezy.

You must look at him for too long, because he reaches out to grab your hand. "Y/N? Are you- "

Quickly you yank your hand out of jis reagh, surprising him. "Um- I'm fine! Yeah, I just- Greasy. I gotta go to Greasy. So- um- yeah. Uh, bye!"

Then you flash a awkward smile, to comfort him and show everything is alright, then rush up the stairs to Greasy's room.