#tw harrassment

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Hey Instagram and Twitter users! Especially minors in the proship community! Please keep your eyes out for this user! They claim to be an “older minor” (whatever that means) and that they are trying to help minor proshippers with “not proshipping”. She WANTS minors to dm her regarding trauma and other things to “help” them. They could be a troll, but anyone who claims to be a “safe adult” while trying to lure minors into dms is NOT SAFE!

Screenshots of his Twitter, and he’s very pro harassment so don’t read the posts if that makes you uncomfortable. Even if this person DOES have genuine intentions of helping people, harassment is the worst way to show those intentions. Especially if it’s harassment towards the people she wants to supposedly help.

She’s been getting some attention on proship Twitter, and there’s plenty of warnings and such, but I wanted to make sure people were aware here too. I believe she also has a TikTok, and it’s likely she’ll be on Tumblr soon if she’s not already. He could very well be a troll, multiple people, or whatever else. Doesn’t make what this account is doing any better though.

[bitemarx]

you say you love me and it sounds like a threat, i’d rather be dead than have it be true

(object) of affection

[welcomehomeincorrectquotes]

Oh dear. There seems to be someone going around harrassing fans of puppet horror.

I have already blocked and reported them, and I recommend my followers, fans of Welcome Home, or anyone in general, to do the same.

DO NOT INTERRACT WITH THEM. They clearly want attention and let’s not reward their awful behaviour.

Here is a reminder: please do not kill yourself or tell others to do so.

Here is a website for anyone suffering such thoughts:

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Twenty-Six: Busted

Summary- 5.3k. Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Everyone is getting together for a dart tournament at Paulie's when everything is derailed before the night even starts.

Warnings- Unwanted attention from drunken men, vicious comments and name calling, fighting, police not taking the situation seriously, talk about Curtis's past and his mental health.

A/N- Thank you so much! Everyone who takes the time to like, share, comment, leave me messages and asks. Especially those who just feel seen in this storyline. You all have all my gratitude and appreciation. (let's be honest, I totally tear up and get all emotional) You all honestly are part of the reason I continue writing and sharing. Special shout out to @what-is-your-plan-today for editing. Dividers made by the talented @firefly-graphics

A/N 2- Is there an award for terrible titles? Cause I should have that trophey.

Chapter Twenty-Five / Masterlist

You, Claude and Yona drove together after getting done at the school for the week, heading straight for Paulie's. The three of you were getting ready in Yona’s car, laughing amongst yourselves as makeup was applied in the car's vanity mirrors and someone played lookout while the other changed in the backseat. While you were doing the finishing last touches on your outfit, Claude was filling you and Yona in about having her first official weekend with Sophia present. You were finishing up your lipstick while in the backseat Yona helped Claude do her hair. “How are you feeling about this weekend?” 

“I’m excited. I have a bunch of games and stuff to do with her. I just… want her to like me being around when she's with her dad?” Claude fretted a bit, glancing out the window while Yona calmly braided her long hair in an intricate pattern. 

“You don’t have much to worry about. Sophia likes just about everyone. Ella and Grey are pretty good co-parents.” You assured her. “What are you doing this weekend Yona?” 

The woman whipped a couple of ties in Claude’s hair, patting on the braids to make sure none of them were loose. “Tomorrow I’m taking Edgar to do some indoor rock climbing.” She grinned in excitement. “He claims he isn't scared of heights and it's something I love doing, so we will see.” 

“Okay, that sounds pretty cool and Yona, are you like a professional stylist?!” Claude was leaning between the seats to look in the rear view mirror at the tight curls of braids Yona made in her hair, her head tilting left and right to check them out. “I would have paid a small fortune for this at a salon.” 

Yona shrugged as if it was no big deal. “I used to do my friend's hair all the time at home. What about you?” 

“Oh, I think tomorrow we are gonna have a game night with Tanya, Timmy, Ella and I think Grey was coming around too with you and Soph?” You asked Claude and she gave a nod confirming it. “Okay, I’m ready to get inside. Are you guys?” Another glance out the window made you catch sight of Curtis’s truck in its usual place as well as quite a few other regulars and out-of-state plates, meaning it was going to be a busy night.

Which you didn’t mind, that meant Curtis would spend some of the time helping Paulie at the bar making great tips and giving you a chance to shamelessly check him out while he was working. It always made some fun flirting and usually sneaking off together much to Paulie's dismay. Claiming his place of business was reputable. 

“I'm ready,” Claude said as she pushed the door open and the three of you piled out of the car to make your way to the front door, where a group of men were just stepping out and headed back to the cars that had out-of-state plates on them. None of you paid any attention to passing the loud boisterous group till one reached out to grasp your arm, stopping you in your tracks with surprise. 

“Where you running off to sweetheart?” He flashed a grin that was supposed to be flirtatious but came off more leering than anything. It made your heart tighten, reminding you so much of Jake’s grin that he flashed whenever he had you cornered. Your eyes widened in alarm as you pulled your arm from the stranger's grasp. 

“No thank you, not interested.” You said to brush him off, going to sidestep around him to re-join Claude and Yona who just noticed that you were no longer with them. You weren’t allowed to leave though, he stepped back in front of you, blocking your way. 

“Come on, I’m just trying to be nice. You could at least give me a smile.” His gaze fell down your body. You felt sick at his gaze, taking in your figure as if he was contemplating how easy you might be. From the gleam in his eyes, he wasn’t thinking you would pass him up. 

“Let me go.” You said calmly, good at hiding the flutter of unease building. 

“Y/N… You all good?” Claude re-joined you, glaring at the man in your path as she hooked her arm through yours, making you both a joint team. 

He sneered at the two of you, his circle of friends coming to enclose the space further cutting you and Claude now off from the door. There were a few cold snickers and the heavy smell of alcohol coming off of them. 

“Yeah, let's get inside, I’m sure Grey and Curtis are expecting us.” You went to lead Claude through an opening between the strangers but that too was cut off. Over their shoulder, you saw Yona take a few steps as if to join you but then dart inside. You were sure she was going for some help. 

In the few seconds all this took place, you felt helpless. It would take too long to grab the pepper spray from the keychain in your jeans pocket and Claude was gearing up to swing a punch, you felt her practically vibrating with anger next to you. “What the fuck is wrong with you guys? Fucking dickheads, MOVE.” She snapped, pushing against one's chest to back them up a step.

He was bigger though, an unmoveable force who she bounced off.

The original prick barked out as he waved a hand towards you. “That’s the problem with the girls around here, ungrateful bitches.” He stepped in closer to you, brushing against you momentarily to make you stumble back, his hands once more catching you to pull you aggressively in while you yelled with alarm, slapping at him while losing contact with Claude. “You should be thanking me for being willing to fuck someone like you.” 

You could have sworn you felt bile roll up your stomach while his liquored breath soured the air you were breathing, panic starting to set in. 

“Let her the fuck go.” Claude yanked at you once more into her hold and you lifted your arm, throwing a punch at the drunk stranger. Your aim fell wildly off its mark but it was enough for Claude to pull you out of his reach and then a sharp roar came up behind them. You only saw a flash of Curtis’s dark face, enraged before he struck. His fist landed firmly against the back of someone's head, pitching them against one of their drunk friends. 

“Get your fucking hands off those girls.” His voice was deep with anger, while he shoved his way between you and them, his fist landing in someone's gut, making them keel over and throw up the liquor. Grey came up to block you and Claude, sending you out of the mayhem while Edgar barrelled out of the bar to help Curtis. Yona followed out right behind him to get you guys inside. 

“Someone has to help them.” You rushed, ready to go right back out but Grey caught you to pull you back into the bar. Paulie was coming out with a bat in his hands muttering to himself as he went to go outside and from the distance, police sirens could be heard. “Curtis and Edgar are outnumbered, Grey.” You said in a panic and he shook his head at letting you go back outside. Claude and Yona went around the back of the bar to search for a first aid kit. 

“Trust me, it won’t last long. Curtis and Edgar are fine.” Grey assured you, catching you from slipping around him. “This isn’t either of their first fights. Just stay, okay? Curtis would ring my neck if I let you back out there. ” He let you go and moved to slip back outside. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck.” You swore, waiting all of ten seconds to burst out of the door following Grey. Several cop's cars were flashing lights and scattered around the parking lot. Officers were dragging both Curtis and Edgar into the back of one of the cars. “Hey!” You dashed down the steps to yet again be blocked by another man. 

A sober cop this time. You glared up at him while pointing to the car you just saw Curtis and Edgar piled into. “Miss, go back inside.” 

“Why the hell are you arresting them!?” Your voice raised in question. “They saved me and my friend from being harassed and assaulted.” 

“By who?” The officer stepped aside to show the majority of the men from before bloodied and being helped up. 

“Them obviously.” You snapped. “That one blocked me from going to the bar and the rest joined in him taunting us. Fuck, he even grabbed me.” 

“Okay Miss, we can take you down to the station if you want to put in a formal statement against them.” 

“You still didn’t answer why you arrested Curtis and Edgar. Why not those men?” 

You could see the flash of irritation at you, another officer coming up to join him. “Miss, please calm down.” 

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down.” Your arms folded defensively against your chest as you kept pushing for an answer. “Why?” 

“Because Everett and Bell assaulted those men and…” He waved his hands at Paulie’s “Intoxicated.” 

“That is utter fucking bullshit.” You spat out and they narrowed their eyes at you. “Claude and I were attacked first and they haven’t been here long enough to be intoxicated. The guys who grabbed me, they’re the ones that are intoxicated!”

“That’s not your call to make Miss… What is your name?” 

“Y/N.” You snapped out. “When can they be picked up then?” You were raging now at the utter unfairness of what was going on. The men who harassed you were being treated by a few EMTs for what looked like bloody, possibly broken noses. They had all miraculously sobered up enough to put on a decent act. “Yes, I will be putting in a report on them.” You were shaking while you leaned enough to look around the cops. “THOSE ASSHOLES HARRASSED ME.” You flipped them the bird while behind you Paulie came up, bat still in hand. 

“She’s right, I just kicked them out for trying to start a fight.” 

“Yes, we are being told it was more like the other way around. That Edgar and Curtis were trying to start something inside with them and they left.” 

Paulie snorted in disgust while you rolled your eyes at them. “Bullshit, Curtis, and Edgar weren’t doing anything but hanging out at the dartboards waiting on the girls for a game. It’s a tournament night here. This lot took up the slot next to them and started in on them looking for a fight. Kicked 'em out, we all look out for each other here. It was my mistake not checking outside to see who was in the parking lot.” Paulie gave you an apologetic look. “I’m sorry Y/N, if I just followed them out, and made sure they left...” 

You put a hand on your friend's arm, smiling at him to assure him you weren’t upset. “Don’t, you had no idea they would mess with us too.”  

“Well, we will look into it, if you got cameras set up or anything.” One officer offered a way to a solution, the other looked like he wanted to be doing anything other than dealing with you and Paulie. 

“Yeah, I have some covering the front door, it should see everything that happened out here.” He motioned to go inside, the officer following him. That left you with the one who seemed to not give a shit. 

“So, I just have to go to the station to get Curtis and Edgar?” 

“We will still be keeping them overnight.” 

You wanted to continue about how ridiculous it was, but it was clear that was the most you were going to get. Turning away, you went back into the bar to grab your stuff. “They are not letting Curtis or Edgar out tonight.” You informed the group, Yona immediately grabbed her jacket to slip back on. 

“I can drive us over.” She informed. “They were arrested?” 

“Yeah, supposedly for being publicly intoxicated. And possibly assault.” Claude handed you your purse you had ditched earlier. 

“Do you want me and Grey to go?” She questioned worriedly while Grey went to dig out his car keys. 

“No, Grey you probably shouldn’t go if you have had anything to drink or else they will find some bullshit to charge you with.” You sighed in aggravation. 

He hesitated before pulling you aside. “Listen, I don’t know what Curtis has told you, but they might give you a bit of a hard time.” 

“Why?” You frowned while listening. 

“It isn’t the first time he has been arrested for fighting and it’s been quite a while but they don't let shit go.”

“Of course.” You pinched the space between your forehead and nose. “Okay, thanks. I will drop you guys a message later about what's going on.” You waved at Grey, Claude, and Paulie on your way out with Yona. 

That little dark thought lodged in your brain, wondering if Curtis was hiding his previous arrest from you all along, or was it something he simply never thought to bring up? 

Edgar paced back and forth in the cell while Curtis leaned back against the wall, one leg stretched out ahead of him and the other folded closer to him, bouncing now and then with anxious energy. They hated this, both of them but all they could do was wait it out. The likelihood they would be let go tonight was slim. Not with his previous track record. 

His eyes were closed as he pictured the look on your face as you looked up at that asshole blocking your way on purpose. You looked calm at that moment, but he could see how wide your eyes were, shining way too brightly with alarm. He had been intent on just approaching and standing the guy down, already knowing he would back down the second he saw him.

But then the bastard had stepped into your space, purposely making you stumble back in an attempt to keep yourself out of his reach, laid a hand on you and that’s when Curtis was ready to rip the man’s head off. 

Curtis did manage to lay the man flat out with the promise that if he ever laid a hand on you or any woman again, Curtis was going to rip him apart. That was when the cops showed up. Familiar faces from years ago dragging him off and slapping cuffs on him. 

‘Bout time we brought you in again.’

He ground his teeth in aggravation at the memories it dragged up, his eyes slitting to open, watching Edgar pace back and forth muttering about asshole cops. Curtis worried about how you were dealing, were you okay? He knew Claude, Grey, Yona, and Paulie would make sure you were fine, but he just kept picturing your face. Hearing you afterward calling his name as the door slammed on him. 

You looked pissed at that moment and he couldn’t help smiling at that. 

“What are you grinning at?” Edgar stopped pacing and slouched on the bench next to him, still a ball of nervous energy. 

“Just thinking about Y/N giving those officers hell.” 

Edgar laughed then, leaning back much like Curtis was. “I saw out the back window, she was mad. Not like it do us any good, but she looked like she was ready to deck him.” 

“Yeah, she did.” Curtis barked a laugh. “I don’t think I have ever seen her mad like that before.” 

“When do you think they will let us out?” 

“They won’t, not till morning at least. Public intoxication and all that.” 

“Bullshit charge, we hadn’t even finished a beer yet,” Edgar muttered in outrage, glancing around the empty cell. “I hate this.” 

“So do I.” Curtis pushed up to stretch himself out, the bench a hard unrelenting place. He would much rather be in his bed with you, soft, and warm in his arms. “Probably those bastards will just get a slap on their hand and let go too.” 

“Fuck I hope not.”

It was hours later when they were finally let go, served with papers for fines they needed to pay. Charges were dropped against them for assault, much to Curtis’surprise. You and Yona were sitting out in the lobby, both of you huddled in the uncomfortable seats, heads leaning against one another in what must have been an unrestful sleep. Edgar was gentle when he touched Yona, his hand brushing along the side of her face, whispering her name. Curtis squatted in front of your seat, letting his hands slide over yours till your eyes slipped open and you gave him a sleepy smile, sliding forward to hug around his neck. 

“Hey, I didn’t think they were ever going to let you out.” You muttered into the crook of his neck

He squeezed you back assuringly, rubbing at your back. “They like to drag ass over this stuff. You ready to go home?” 

“Please.” You pulled back to let him go and Curtis held you against him a second longer before letting you ease off the seat, pulling himself back up to a stand. In the parking lot, you said goodbye to Edgar and Yona, who were quick to promise to call later to reschedule the missed triple date at the bar but you could tell they just wanted to head home. Neither had gotten a lot of sleep that night. Curtis was relieved to see his truck already there. 

“Grey?” 

“Yeah, he said he had a spare to your house and grabbed your extra keys.” You dug them from your purse to hand over to Curtis. 

Getting in, the drive back to the house was quiet. But not the typical comfortable kind that happened between you two, more like you had something on your mind and it was worrying you, causing unspoken tension. “Did you stay there all night Honey?”

“Hmm?” You turned back towards him just as he was pulling into the driveway, next to your car. “Oh yeah, Yona was set on staying till she at least saw Edgar, and good luck getting me to leave after what happened. Every time we asked to see either of you, they had an excuse not to let us talk to you.” You paused as if collecting your thoughts. “They seemed to not like you. At all.” 

“Mmhh, yeah,” Curtis said, he wasn’t ready to elaborate and you let it die there for now. Instead, you both made your way into the house, yawning loudly as you looked at the time. 

“Good morning, about the time I typically wake up.” You chuckle and Curtis rubbed at his face, making himself go cross-eyed a bit. 

“How about today we nap in bed instead, take a real lazy day?” 

“I could really go for that.” You shrugged out of your jacket and hung it up, offering to take his. 

“Deal, you wanna go get comfy upstairs and I will be up with some snacks?” Curtis offered. 

“I can make you something if you want?” You hesitated at the foot of the stairs, thinking out loud. “I have those veggies diced up and you got eggs, I saw them in there yesterday. I could make us western omelets.”

Curtis shook his head, directing you back towards the stairs. “Nope, I got it. Go shower if you want and get comfy… wear that tee of mine I love so much?” 

You went up a few steps, twisting to face him while still inching up the steps, grinning. “That and what else?” 

“Absolutely fucking nothing.” He gave a feral grin, even as tired as he was and you laughed while finishing going up the stairs. Curtis heard the house's old pipes groan, signaling you started your shower. It gave him plenty of time to get some of the quick easy snacks he had in the house. Grabbing some of Sophia’s granola bars, a bag of your favorite goldfish, his stash of Oreo cookies, and some other randoms he found in the pantry. Then he was sure to make you a cup of your favorite tea with generous dollops of honey to sweeten it to your liking. He took a quick sip, making sure it was how you liked it. 

Curtis finally made it upstairs where his bed never looked so good. Especially with a few of your clothes littered on it from where you undressed to shower. Dropping the snacks at the foot of the bed, he heard you turn the water off, steam flowing from out of the shower. Yanking off his shirt and pants, he walked into the bathroom in his boxers, preparing the tub for himself while you stood at the mirror doing a few last-minute things. 

“There’s a cup of tea on your nightstand Honey.” He brushed a kiss to your still bare shoulder, the towel firmly wrapped around you while you rubbed some of your lotion on your face and down your neck. 

“Thanks Curtis, water should be plenty hot. I was quick.” You smiled at him in the mirror while he shed the last of his clothes and slipped in behind the curtain. 

You finished what you were doing, sure to clean the sink off while listening to the water splash around Curtis, now and then the curtain would move with his movements. You retreated from the bathroom before he finished, crawling up on the bed and letting yourself lean back into the pillows. 

There was a lot to take in over the past several hours. Something you hadn’t let yourself ponder on till now when it was all said and done. You hated the doubt that crept in, the way Curtis had gone after all those men without any hesitation or fear, then Grey making mention that Curtis had been in trouble before. It wasn’t that you thought of Curtis as being violent, not towards you in the least and you had only heard him lose his temper with Edgar at Halloween. But Jake was always such a nice guy until he wasn’t and you never would have guessed that from him. You knew him your whole life, your father and his were partners in their consultation firm. 

But then one day it started and you always allowed it to continue while lying to yourself to be okay with it. As much as you loved Curtis, more than you ever felt for Jake, you couldn’t be that way with someone again. 

Curtis came back out, this time dressed in his plaid pajama bottoms and a faded old tee, ready to crawl into bed next to you. You took an appreciative sip of the tea that he made, letting the warm liquid calm you down a bit more while Curtis slipped into the bed next to you, making a grab for the snacks he had brought up and deposited them on the nightstand, grabbing a couple of oreo cookies and flipping one into his mouth. 

“Thank you for coming to get me at the station Honey.” He finally said, breaking the silence in the room while offering you his other cookie. 

You took it, nibbling on it a second before setting everything in your hands aside. “As I said, after seeing the way those officers were acting, I wasn’t about to leave you there.” 

“They dropped the charges surprisingly,” Curtis admitted while leaning back against the pillows, his hand coming up to your back and tracing patterns in it while he started to relax for the first time. “I wasn’t expecting that.” 

You let yourself sink into the feeling of his fingers on you, making your body slowly loosen from his touch, you were soon easing back and curling up next to him, your hand sliding against his chest while he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side. “They had to drop them after Yona and I went down to fill out our reports against that group, Claude will be going in later today, she told me to do the same thing. Between us and Paulie pulling up his security videos, they weren't able to make anything solid stick. Keeping you overnight was just a way to hold you and Edgar for a while longer." You frowned with frustration.  

Curtis tilted forward to press an affectionate kiss to your forehead, scooping you in closer to him.

"It should have never fucking happened. You, Yona, and Claude should be able to walk across a parking lot at any time." 

You felt the tip of his fingers lift your chin so you looked up at him, the sheer concern in his expression, the way his eyes were a wide blue boring into you, you yet again felt foolish over your concern that this man would in any way hurt you. “Curtis…” You twisted to your hip to face him, letting there be a bit of space between you so you could comfortably look at him to talk. "Yes, I was scared at the moment, but I knew you were close.” 

“Mmmh, They will probably just get a slap on the wrist and nothing further than that.” He practically growled and you let your hand raise to smooth the worried lines in his forehead. 

“Unfortunately that is probably gonna be the case. I hope that they learned a lesson in what the word ‘No’ means though. You and Edgar left them quite a few reminders” You let your hand drop once his forehead smoothed out. “But Grey said that you were familiar with the cops picking you up?” You hesitated, not wanting to bring up his past like this, but you had to know. 

Curtis nodded a bit to confirm. “I can’t say the local Duluth precinct and I are on the best of terms. Of course, this was many years ago, but bar fights weren’t an uncommon thing for me.

You stayed quiet, intent on letting him continue with whatever he wanted to share. “As a young man… I was angry? Lost and unsure of myself, my grandparents did an amazing job being my parents. But I was still mad at the world for having never gotten to have that time with my mom and dad, I never got to see Tyler grow into the man he should have been. I had so many what-ifs built in me. Lillian and Wilford tried to help me, but you know when you are young you miss what is right in front of you.” 

“So all this anger, it turned into fighting?” 

“It did, I would get into it with other people. Looking for it I guess would be the best way to put it. It was the only thing that made me feel good.” He glanced at you worriedly but you kept your features neutral. “I don’t know if I’m explaining it right, I was an angry young man. I’m glad you didn’t know me then.” 

“Hey, we all have our shit, right?” You said with a gentle smile. “Keep going, what happened?” 

“I hit rock bottom. Had to spend some time at a minimum security prison. Not long, but it was several months. My Gram came to visit me several times, and my grandfather did a couple of times. But it was easy to see how disappointed he was. I hated it, I was ashamed of how low I went with it. The judge released me and I went to Nam for a more permanent job.” His fingers flowed up and down your arm, making pleasured sensations settle in you, retaining that connection even while you two were separated a bit to face each other. “Sent me to training and I started from the bottom up. Grandpa was retired by then so I worked up to his position.” 

“You must have wanted the change to work that hard Curtis.” You wiggled a bit closer. “Did all those feelings, the anger… they stop?” 

“Um, I channeled them in a new way. Grey and I were friends during this time, he was always trying to get me to go with him to his uncle's gym, just beyond the school called Big Jon Boxing.

When I got out, I finally took him up on the offer. Big Jon taught me some boxing, tossed me in the ring to punch and kick out all those feelings.” 

You half pushed up, leaning on an elbow. “You’re just sharing with me that you can box?” 

Curtis laughed, shrugging a shoulder. “Yeah, pretty good at it too, not to brag.” 

“Do you still go?” You eased down again, now back in his side, curling a leg through his. 

“I haven’t in a while, not since last summer. Grey was telling me Big Jon was asking when I’m coming back.” 

“So since you met me?” You huffed out, making Curtis chuckle again. 

“Well, I also have some equipment down in the cellar for when I couldn’t go. But yeah… I haven’t felt the need to.” 

You smiled a bit to yourself, it was hard not to feel a bit of pride that Curtis didn’t need such an outlet. Your hand slipped under his tee, tracing your fingertips on his belly, sinking into your thoughts. “Would you go back?” 

“Of course, it is like another home, much like Paulie’s is. I just… haven’t. Actually, in light of what happened, would you like to go?” 

“Me? To a gym?” You wrinkled your nose, the idea of it making you wildly self-conscious. Gym’s always felt like a nightmare, all those fit people and then there is you. You tried, in the past. You went to Jake’s gym using his membership. Always when he was at work, not that he ever said anything, but you could tell that he was embarrassed to see you struggling with the equipment. 

“Yes you Honey. We can teach you some self-defense moves in case you ever feel unsafe or have to be alone.” His hand was assuring on your side, all while his belly flexed under your fingertips. You felt him grasp at the back of your thighs, easing you over him till you were straddling him, leaning against his chest till you pushed up to a sit, using your knees folded under you to keep from leaning too heavily against him. Underneath you he looked perfectly relaxed and content, waiting on you to sort through your doubts and fears about going to the gym. “You could knock Edgar out next time he pisses you off.” He smirked at you and you couldn’t help the little amused smile you gave at your friend's expense. 

“So tempting, but…” 

“But what Honey.” His hands slipped up the bare part of your thighs to grasp gently on your hips and ease you to relax against him. “Tell me.” 

“It’s the gym, full of beautiful fit people.” 

“Nah, this is a cool gym. It’s for everyone.” Curtis said. His hands flexed against your hips, making him smirk a bit up at you. “I could buy you all those hot leggings too. All the leggings.” His eyes glinted up at you wickedly, making you feel heat flush your face and down your chest, your heart race in excitement and apprehension. 

“I have leggings already Curtis, you don’t have to buy me more.” 

“I know and you are always fucking hot in them.” He slipped a hand up your back to lightly grasp the back of your neck, pulling you in close for his mouth to find yours, drawing you into a heated kiss as he set out to prove just what he felt when seeing you in those leggings. Being tired completely forgotten when he flipped you to your back and hovered over you, chaining kisses down your neck and working your shirt up while you did the same with his to toss it away for the rest of the day. 

[blubefishy]

I think what hbomberguy missed out on his video was the way James Somerton also dismissed ace people's oppression by claiming that they didn't 'go through conversion therapy' or apparently 'suffered as much as gay men'.

So here's a video I want to share by the Ace Couple going into depth about the whole thing and how James reacted when called out... spoilers, he didn't react well. I just hope by James' mistakes he and other people can learn something and grow.

[y010isaghost]

Thought this news would be important to spread. Please read the full tweet.

[moonbunscafe]

Showtime server, community, fans, etc. Please read.

(Reblogs are encouraged)

It has seemed like they had not heeded their warning seriously.

After I had made that document, it appears the server has refused to cooperate with my ultimatum and has not sent me a single apology either publicly or privately. Saving for three members who had approached me by DMs to apologise about their behaviour, the admins and mods who are solely responsible for cultivating the chaos in the first place have yet to do the same. Every public action deserves a public consequence, which means a proper public apology post.

What I received instead is blatant denial of action and refusal to take accountability as shown here:

Side note: There were many more messages from the server users panicking about the fact they were caught and not actually acknowledging their behaviour. I only added these two for summary sake and to highlight how their mindset on all this went in a nutshell.

Please excuse my heavy language, but the attitude displayed in these messages by these people is deeply fucking abhorrent. Is it really this easy to brush aside someone you've been tormenting ever since they entered this fandom space? How aren't you phased when an entire document more than ten pages was made on you and exposed all your wrongdoings? How do you genuinely not feel ashamed?

I made a vow in my last document that actions have consequences and I will follow up on my statement. I know any follow up apology is to be disingenuous and they would not hesitate to do the same, if not worse, with another smaller artist.

Since this is their reaction to their victim calling them online stalkers/harassers, I doubt there is any need for hope held for this situation any longer.

It is simply over, and I am done.

As I had swore, I will proceed with reporting the Showtime server for their harmful and abusive actions. It genuinely pains me that has led to this, because it was never supposed to if they had owned up for their misbehaviour. But I refuse to be walked all over and not hold my ground, just as they did by refusing to admit to their flaws.

It is too late and you cannot stop me.

(For those unaware, please click here to understand the full story.)

[q-u-a-rantine-high-school]

I'm sure you've all seen this tumblr, taythewho, before. They spend their time making single word responses to multiple different people in the replies of various different posts, such as, "what", "wrong", "no", and the occasional "yes", "shut up", "i'm a woman", "maLe", "exactly",and a correction or two.

Since they did this to me once, I have taken to copying them and just spam replying to them with the same words they use, they continue their thing with me before eventually it dies.

However they do not like that so they have messaged me directly so they can be directly transphobic to me, presumably so that no one else will be able to see and say something about it. I just kept up with the parroting, as you can see they try to bait me into saying certain things to get me to argue with them, I don't care, I continue, they blocked me, I noticed they unblocked me so I went for some more because I'm petty, they blocked me again.

They might unblock me again and see this, but I don't care, just beware of them because they aren't just annoying, they are also transphobic :D

(There is also a section of the messages in the first screenshot that repeat completely, this didn't actually happen, idk why it's like that)

[sjbattleangel]

Li*C*nv*y is dangerous. Stay away from him.

TW: N*zism. Homophobic, ableist hate speech. Su*cide baiting. Targeted harassment amd cyberbulling.

So when I first heard about this guy, it was when he was throwing a tantrum over a certain cartoon reboot not being a "serious, chest-pumping epic". On his YouTube page, I noticed he had a link to BitChute*, a literal website dedicated to hosting white supremacist material. When confronted over this, he kept shifting the goalposts all while using thought-terminating "Eu tu" excuses.

When I wrote post on this guy a while back, someone told me that he is a user of ANOTHER hate site: KiwiF*rms. Under the name of "*ldManB**mer". For my own safety, I didn't visit the site but by searching the username and using the Internet Archive, I found these:

But most damning of all:

Yes. It is him. No matter how much he claims to care for victims of sexual abuse, no matter how nice he is to others, Li*C*nv*y is a member of white supremacist hate sites where he causally throws about homophobic, ableist slurs and baits other users into k*lling themselves. He just uses abuse victims and his own family members as shields to cover up his true nature

Please, stay away from him. Don't support him. He doesn't deserve an audience.

One of the reasons I was forced to delete my old post is because one of his lifeless simps decided to lead a hate campaign against me to unalive myself.

This is true audience he attracts: (Report and block this turd-stain)

No. The only person here who's effing pathetic is you: You simp for a sad little manbaby, so scared of the world no longer revolving around him that he joins literal hate movements to freeze his childhood in amber, police what children watch and harass women and minorities out of nerd culture. No wonder you adore him. You're perfectly alike! Keep the waterworks coming, asshole. I need them for my tea.

Mmmm! Now that's delicious tea.

*And before you come at me with your neoliberal idealism, that "having a BitChute account doesn't make you a N*zi". I'm going to stop you there because yes it freaking does.

[playgrl0]

i'll always protect you / baji

!! TW!!! harrassing,violence, angst, MUCH comfort and fluff tho !! stay safe everyone <3

a/n: PLEASE READ THIS FIRST: this fic is based off my own experience which means i'm kinda sharing something really vulnerable and personal with u all. and WHEWWW, writing this was very emotional, i cried a few times :') sadly, i didn't have a baji or anyone else with me who could've helped me or stopped what was going on. we can all imagine how that fucking ended for me, huh? lmao anyway so, here's me bringing you baji to comfort us all! :) i mainly wrote this for my own comfort but, i really hope that it also brings some sort of comfort to someone else who experienced something similar. i love u all, stay safe! and i hope u enjoy this :) mwah mwah mwah !!

!! do NOT read if this topic makes you uncomfortable/triggers you !!

it's past 9pm, already dark outside and you're currently waiting next to a small café where you and baji were supposed to meet 15 minutes ago but he's still not here. you pull out your phone and decide to call him. "kei, where are you?" you ask when he picks up. "i'm sorry baby, the meeting went a little longer but i'm on my way now. i'll be there in 10, okay?" you hum a small "okay" and then hang up. while you were waiting in front of the café you were playing around on your phone, not noticing that a man has been watching you from a distance. the man, still not taking his eyes off of you, walks closer to you and stops when you look up from your phone and notice him. "hey, sweetheart." he smirks. instantly feeling uncomfortable you ignore him and take a few steps back. "hey, where are you going? i just want to ask you something." he slightly chuckles and comes closer to you. "what do you want?" you ask taking a few more steps back until your back hits the wall behind you. "i saw you from the other side of the street and couldn't help but notice how sexy you are. You wanna come over to my place?" he smugly grins. all the color drains from your face now. you look behind the man to look for baji, or anyone else that could help you, but there's still no sight of him. "no, i have a boyfriend." he laughs at that. "that's what they all say but i'm not fuckin' stupid, you know?" he slightly raises his voice and anger takes over his face and your hands start shaking out of fear. "you really can't come up with a better excuse? hah! i don't give a fuck if you have a boyfriend or not. you're coming with me and i'll show you what a real man looks like." his hand tightly grabs your arm and you panic, trying to release your wrist. "stop it! let me go!" he laughs again "fine, you don't want to come with me? i can take you right here." he turns your body around so your front hits the wall. he presses his chest against your back and you struggle to shake him off of you. "HELP! SOMEON-" you want to scream but he covers your mouth with a hand to shut you up. his lips come closer to your ear and he whispers "i'll show you a good time, babe." tears stream down your face and you close your eyes, preparing yourself for what's about to happen to you.

"shh, you don't have to cry, baby. be a good slut for me, yeah?" before the man can do anything else, you feel his hand getting ripped off your mouth and the presence behind you disappears. "what the fuck do you think you're doing?" you hear a familiar voice yell behind you. turning around you see baji grabbing the man by his collar and pushing him against the wall across from you. relief washes over your whole entire body and your legs give out, making you drop down to the floor where you pull your knees up to your chest and you keep crying. crying, because of what just happened but also happy and relieved that baji came to save you. baji's fist connects with the man's cheek over and over again. "i asked you a fucking question, fuckin' asshole. touching my girl like that? calling her a slut? you have a fuckin' death wish, huh?" he continues to yell at the man. baji is furious, you have never seen him this angry before. "i didn't know she's your girl! i'm sorry!" the man cries out. "even if she wasn't my girl, you don't fucking talk to and touch anyone like that without their consent. got it?" "yes, yes i'm sorry!" baji let's go of the man and he groans and he slides down the wall.

baji quickly comes over to you. "baby, hey, look at me." you look up at him and see his beautiful face which instantly brings you comfort. "hey," he smiles "i'm right here." you quickly nod your head to show that you're listening, still too shaken up to talk. he gently puts his hands on your knees and slightly squeezes them to let you feel him. "did he hurt you?" he carefully asks. you hold up your wrist where the man was holding you and pull up your sleeve to show that it's a little red and slightly bruised. baji's body reacts before he can think; he gets up, walks over to the man again who was groaning and laying on the floor. he straddles his hips and starts punching him again. "you hurt her, you fuckin' son of a bitch. i'll hurt you ten times worse, fuckin' promise you that." he yells in between punches.

you're in too much shock to properly react but you know damn well that if you don't stop baji, he will actually kill this guy. you carefully and slowly stand up, not trusting your legs enough to hold you up. when you're up you walk over to baji and the man. "kei, stop it! that's enough!" you yell at him. he doesn't hear you over the sounds of his fists connecting with the man's face and the groaning. baji's body is filled to the brim with rage. he has never felt that much anger in his whole entire life. "kei, please!" you tell louder and he finally hears you and snaps out of it at the sound of your shaky voice. he stops punching the man and gets off of him to stand beside you. "if you think you already paid for what you did, you're wrong." he says to the barely conscious man before he gently grabs you by your hand to pull you away and over to the other side of the street where his bike is parked. he leans your body against the bike, takes your face in his hands and wipes away your tears. "hey, you're safe now, okay?" his soft voice makes you start crying all over again and he pulls you into a tight embrace with his strong arms. "it's over, baby. let it all out. i'm right here." he softly whispers into your hair and leaves a few pecks every now and then as he lets you just cry in his arms. "he wanted to," you choke out, "kei, i think he wanted to ra-" "shhh, shh. i wouldn't have let that happen. you're safe, okay? safe. i'm not going anywhere." he softly mumbles. baji would probably rather kill this guy and keep freaking out but he knows you need him more than anything right now. he'll deal with this guy in a different way, another time. he feels you slowly calming down in his arms so he pulls away a little and wipes your tears away with the sleeve of his sweater. "can we go home? and can i stay at your place? i don't want to be alone tonight." you quietly ask with a shaky voice. "of course, baby. i'll never leave you alone again, okay? hop on the bike, let's go." he kisses your cheek and helps you sit on his bike. he sits down as well and waits until you wrap your arms tightly around him, then he starts driving home.

when you both enter his house his mom calls out for him. "im home, mom! y/n's here too, she's gonna stay the night." his mom comes into the hallway with a big smile on her face to greet you, excited that you're here since she absolutely adores you. but, her smile falls when she sees your puffy face and your red eyes. "hi y/n, honey are you okay?" she asks concerned. you were about to answer when baji speaks up. "baby, you can go to my room already, i'll get you something to drink. i'll be there in a second." you nod, send his mom a small smile and go to his room. "keisuke, what happened?" his mom asks again as she follows him into the kitchen. he turns around to her, she notices how his shoulders fall and his eyes get glassy, now she's even more worried. "y/n was attacked by a man." he whispers out and suddenly it all hits him all over again. how scared he was for you, the rage, how scared and vulnerable you looked. tears form in his eyes and his mom quickly brings him into a tight hug when she notices. a few tears fall from his eyes and he sniffles in his moms arms. "if i showed up later he would've-" his mom interrupted him, knowing already what he wanted to say. "but you did show up and you saved her, right?" he nods. "don't blame yourself, keisuke. i'm proud of you. it's horrible what happened to her but all you can do now is be there and comfort her, okay." he nods again, kisses her cheek and wipes his tears away. his mom pulls away, gets some water and a few snacks for you two and hands them over to him. "i know she probably can't eat much right now, but try it, okay? and tell her she can stay here for as long as she wants. i'm here for her too and i'll call her parents and let them know she's here." she kisses his forehead. "thank you, mom. love you."

when baji enters his room he sees you lying in his bed, wearing his clothes and cuddling his pillow tight against your chest. his heart softens at the sight and he places the snacks down on his table and sits down on the bed next to you. "baby, can you drink this for me?" he holds the glass of water over to you, you nod, sit up and take the glass from him. his warm hand brushes through your hair while you drink the water. "mom said you can stay for as long as you want and talk to her if you need anything. she also called your parents to let them know you're here." your heart softens at that. you're so grateful to have baji and his mom in your life. "thank you." you give him a weak smile and he puts the glass away when you finished drinking. "do you want food? mom gave me some snacks." you feel bad saying no, baji's mom is so nice to you, but you don't feel like eating. "i feel like i'll throw it up anyway. no, thank you. i'm sorry." you quietly say. "don't apologize! it's totally fine, okay?" you nod once again and let out a sigh. "thank you, kei. for saving me, i mean." you choke out, tears falling from your eyes once again when the memories from earlier hit you all over again. baji pulls you into his laps so you're straddling him and tightly wraps his arms around you. "no need to thank me. i will always, always protect you, okay? this will never happen again, i promise." and he means it. this will never happen again for as long as he lives. he presses some kisses into your hair and runs his hand over your back. "listen, i love you, baby. i love you so much. i got you forever, okay." he pulls away from the hug to look into your eyes, they're red and puffy, but still as beautiful as ever. your hand brushes over the apple of his cheek, admiring his beautiful face, the face of your own personal hero. "i love you, keisuke." you whisper. "so much." he places a few pecks on your cheeks. "it will probably take a while for you to learn how to deal with what happened but i want you to know that i'll be there for you every step of the way. you're never alone. and if you want to talk to a therapist about it, you can. i'll help you with everything you need, okay?" you sniffle at his words and feel tears forming in your eyes once again. "are you trying to make me cry again?" you chuckle and a big grin spreads over his lips when he sees you smile at him. "im so lucky to have you." you whisper against his cheek and press a kiss on his warm skin there. you let out a yawn and feel your eyes getting heavy. "lay down, i'll get ready for bed and be right back with you, okay?" he lifts you off his lap, lays you down and presses a kiss to your forehead before he takes his pyjama and walks into his bathroom. he locks the door behind him, pulls out his phone and dials mikey's number. when baji told the guy who assaulted you earlier "if you think you already paid for what you did, you're wrong." he was being serious and he was referring to sending toman after that bastard. "what's up, baji?" mikey's joyful voice hits his ears. "it's serious, i need you and the boys to handle something, or should i say, someone, for me." mikey notices the darkness and anger in baji's voice and instantly understands that it has something to do with you. "i got you. what happened?"

after baji told mikey everything he got ready for bed and came back into his room to you. seeing you asleep already and curled up under his blankets. you look so peaceful right now, so angelic and like you are made out of glass. once again, he promises himself that he will protect you forever. and nothing and no one will hurt you ever again. he gets into bed with you, pulls you against his body and wraps his arms tightly around you. feeling safe in his arms, you unconsciously wrap your arms around his waist and he smiles at that, kissing your forehead a few times and whispering a gentle "i love you, baby." into your ear.

<3 @ playgrl0

[welcomehomeincorrectquotes]

I need your help with the SCP: Welcome Home AU:

Possible Trigger Warning for: harrassment, pedophilia, abuse, grooming.

Do not interact if you feel this will be distressing for you. Take care of yourself.

I recently heard of some controversies surrounding the character Jack Bright and the original "creator" AdminBright.

Due to the nature of the SCP Foundation universe, Doctor Bright as a character that has become a beast all of their own, altered and improved through the creativity and hard work of many authors, artists, roleplayers, etc. That awful person doesn't really have a connection to the character anymore.

BUT

I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable or upset. I want everyone to have fun on this page.

So I thought I should ask for your opinions. What should I do?

My options are:

Keep using Jack Bright for the AU. The name is iconic and as previously mentioned, is a character lovingly put together by the SCP fanbase.

Alter any previous mentions of Jack Bright for the proposed rebrand of Elias Shaw? They may not have the "star power" of Jack Bright, but they also don't carry the baggage that comes the name.

Move Jack/Elias into the background; they do not need to be here, and The Foundation has plenty of colourful characters that could play a role in the story.

Maybe we could just make a new doctor character for the AU, start on a clean slate? Maybe we can slip some cheeky references to ClownCoffin themselves in the character?

This is a heavy topic, one that could be upsetting for others, so please remember to be respectful and considerate to others when discussing it.

[melina-mellow]

Women getting catcalled is not a "minor inconvenience" okay?

Seeing a lot of bullshit on twitter because of that scene and I am tired of people (men) brushing it off as if it's just women to being overdramatic.

Yes Bruce has his own traumas, yes the show should have also focused on that. Not denying that.

But invalidating something that women all around the world go through with everyday as something that "just makes women a little uncomfortable" and "not that serious" is not good.

Do you know how it is walking in the streets and having assholes start saying just the most disgusting things about you? Especially if it's at night with few people around?? It's fucking terrifying. And just like Jen said, you can't react too strongly because you might end up murdered....That's not just me overreacting.

[freakshowtwopointoh]

You didn't think, you just punched. The guy had walked up to you and Jordan while you were on a not-date lunch and started spewing slurs. You knew it wasn't good for your rankings or reputation to start a fight, especially when you guys were hanging out. Jordan wanted to climb the rankings, and you didn't blame them. But you weren't thinking when you threw that punch.

Fuck homophobes. After he was splayed on the ground, he shouted something about Homelander giving you both what was coming for you, and you scoffed.

"Is that a threat, asshole?" You start moving towards him but Jordan grabs you and pulls you away, immensely strong in their masculine form. You roll your eyes but go with them. "Fucking piece of shit bigoted asshole. Hope you always have a rock in your shoe." You mutter, almost running to keep up with their long strides.

"What the hell was that?" They spat. They were fuming.

"Um, you're welcome? He deserved it."

"He wasn't worth it! I had it under control. I don't need you to defend my honor." They shifted once the door to their dorm was closed.

"Fine. I won't make that mistake again." You keep your voice cold.

"I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea." They said. "We're just friends."

"Yeah. Friends. And these hickies just spontaneously appeared on me."

"Friends can have benefits." They gave you a full once over, smirking. "This is fun, right?"

"Yeah, fun." You rolled your eyes. "Friends don't look at each other like this. Friends don't get jealous when their friend dances with someone else at the club." You say pointedly. They can't look at you after that.

"Whatever. Just go, and don't get in any more fights." You flip them off and go home to sleep off all the confusing fucking feelings.

You would ignore them for the next week and a half. You'd say you were just busy, but in reality, you were fucking pissed. And hurt. You'd thought this was going somewhere, and it clearly wasn't.

You had to stop ignoring them when they came over to you in the gym to correct your fucking form. You'd laugh if it wasn't such a Jordan thing to do. Force you to stop giving them the cold shoulder by correcting you. You were fighting an automatic sparring bot, and they came over and began critiquing you.

"Your back foot needs to be planted." They remark, shifting your foot slightly with theirs.

"You have to actually care about your repost." They say as your punch glances off of the bot.

"Put force into it! The robot doesn't feel anything." They're basically playing personal trainer at this point, getting up in your space.

Finally, you stop, panting.

"Thanks." You mumble.

"Any time." They hand you a towel.

They smirked at you, a strand from their bob in their face. They looked amazing, and all you wanted to do was get them naked and on top of you.

Fuck! You can't do this again. You shook your head, standing up. You can't get your hopes up. You shake your head and speed walk out, almost running away from them.

You knew you were the only who felt this way, and you knew if you spent one more moment with their pretty face, you wouldn't be able to hold back anymore. Fuck the rules, and fuck Jordan Li for making your heart all twisted.

As you make your way back to your dorm, you hear footsteps. You assumed it was Jordan and ignored it. They could catch up if they wanted. Then you heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Hey! Dyke!" You turn your head instinctively, and see the guy who'd yelled at you and Jordan the other week, with a friend. Oh fuck. There were some plants around you might be able to use, but it was so dark. "You're going to pay."

You try to connect to the branches above, but your nerves were so high and you were tired from training, so nothing was working. Fuck. All of a sudden an energy blast hit both men from behind and they fell forward onto their faces. You stumble and fall from the shockwave. Jordan runs up to you, helping you up and the two of you sprint until you're back at their dorm. You were a bit scratched up from running and falling, but thankfully you both were okay.

"Thank you. I cou-" You stopped when they saw their face. Were they seriously pissed at you already? "I didn't do shit this time. They jumped me, so you can't be mad at me for losing my shit."

"I'm not mad at you." They said shortly.

"Could've fooled me." You say curtly, trying not to look at them for too long.

They sighed, and grabbed some alcohol to clean your scratches. You tried not to be too distracted by them on their knees in front of you.

"Sorry bout knocking you over. Did they get you?" Their voice was genuine.

"No. Just scared the crap out of me." The silence filled the room. It'd been terrifying, if you were honest. "Look, I just have to say this. No matter what we are or what people might think about us or what my feelings might be, I didn't just throw that punch for you." They look at you, furrowing their brow. "I'm queer, too, Jordan. I'm not just queer when I hook up with you. And, shocker, I don't love being hate-crimed based on who I eat lunch with." You fix them with a serious look. "I just wanted to make sure that was crystal clear." You go back to fiddling with your nails. Jordan stood up.

"But you still threw it for me a little bit?" Their eyes glinted. You throw a pillow at them, trying not to smile.

"I don't like my friend who I also like to kiss getting hate-crimed either." The blush was creeping onto your cheeks.

"Well now I feel doubly like an ass." They paused, looking uncomfortable. "I know last time I said a lot of stupid shit... The last week without you was hell. And boring! At the same time." They laughed awkwardly. "Anyways, what I'm trying to say is maybe more than friends would be fun. Wanna go out sometime?" They look at you impishly, and you curse at how quickly you forgave them.

"Yes! Uh I mean yeah, that'd be fun." And then they kissed you and time stopped. You let your hands rest on their soft hips, pulling them close to you.

"I could do this for the rest of time." They murmur. And you just might let them.

[zappedbyzabka]

Okay but au where the Cobras stalk won’t leave Johnny alone when he left Cobra Kai after the tournament. (Bobby never left.)

Kreese encourages it—well, tells them to scout for him and try to cajole him into coming back "home". Tells them to do what it takes—whatever that is.

But they go further than that.

They watch him when it’s unneccesary. Stalk him.

They want to know where he is, what he’s doing, and who he’s talking to. If he decided to start hanging around LaRusso—the one he lost to—when they always let him win. Gave him the crown. Ardently adored just about everything he did, even if he went directly against what they suggested he do or don’t do.

He’s unaware of all the times they’ve defended him when people tried to talk shit behind his back. Scrubbed all the writings about his “girly voice” and how he “Sucks cock to keep his hair gold” off the stall walls when he was pissing off one too many boys and causing retaliation.

He’s far from helpless, but did he really think he’d make it that far without their loyalty?

He wasn’t truly upset with them at first.

In fact, he practically begged them to leave Cobra Kai and come be friends with him again, figure it all out with him—but they just couldn’t accept that. They would have been fine had Kreese not fucked up so badly, which wouldn't have happened had Daniel never shown up, but Sensei won’t be around to leer and yell forever. Nobody stayed but them, so they’d be the inheritors, right? Johnny should listen to them. They could have the whole dojo, change it however he’d like.

They can’t accept him not being theirs.

He started to get a bit frazzled when their awkward pleading visits got more physical, leading them to corner him and act just relaxed enough to make it seem unintentional. Their disappointment at his "no’s” turning to aggravation.

Sometimes they straight-up surround him, like before but even closer while telling him they know what’s best for him, and that that’s Cobra Kai—sounding scarily like Kreese.

They’ve grabbed him and held him in place, tried to convince him to come back, their hands touching in places inarguably inappropriate but convincingly accidental. "Don't make things harder than they already are, Johnny.”

They don’t hurt him, but they make it known that they could hurt him. They could do whatever they wanted.

Other times, they try the friendly approach again, every interaction laced with tension.

He still has a big soft spot for them. Unlike usual, he can’t bring himself to say "fuck off" and honestly never wants to.

Those are his friends…were his friends.

Bobby has a spare set of keys to Sid’s mansion and Johnny’s car. He was adamant that he was the one most reliable and, therefore, should be the one to have them.

They use that to their advantage often. How can their ex leader say no to a little hangout if they're already where he was going?

They like leaving little signs that they were in his spaces while he was gone. The smell of them on his blankets. A half smoked cigarette. An empty can of what they called their favorite brand.

And they take things. Souvenirs ranging from clothes to notebooks they eventually return. Like all the things they leave behind are just temporary replacements for what they took.

Johnny couldn't ask for the keys back outright. It'd be like admitting they’d “broken up”, and it’s not like he’s gained a whole new posse since he was defeated.

He knew then that it wouldn't go well. Bobby’s a better man than them all and tries—for the most part—but he has issues. He gets violent and possessive. Johnny’s sure if he asked for the keys back, he’d more than refuse, and so would the others.

But he tried anyway with the lie of losing his own.

They all got this look on their faces when he asked them. Like they were happy he "lost" them and had to rely on them.

They wanted to ruin him as much as they wanted to exalt him.

They couldn’t possibly let the chance go by when Johnny called them over in the arcade parking lot (that they so didn’t follow him to), nervous and lovely looking as he asked Bobby.

They had to taunt him a little.

Tommy slipped the keys out of Bobby’s jacket pocket, where he kept them safely, and dangled them in front of Johnny’s face. Bumped his shoulder against Dutch’s and grinned at Jimmy.

"Oh. You need these?"

Johnny nodded, reaching out for them and frowning (pouting) when Tommy pulled them from his reach with a laugh and gave them to Dutch.

That made Johnny pause: Dutch was stronger than him. He could stand a good chance one-on-one but…

He tried not to slap himself for thinking that way. The Cobras wouldn’t dare put their hands on him like that (would they?) and he wasn’t weak.

It's just…they seemed different. Like they wanted to do something to him.

Dutch smirked and tilted his head, crazy dick clearly enjoying every second. "You gonna come and get them, Ace?"

Johnny swallowed hard, unshed tears making his shine. He wouldn’t generally get worked up so easily—close to crying just from a little teasing—but they were his Cobras and he was still painfully raw from the tournament. The bruising on his neck still a sweet lavender.

He sniffled and gritted his teeth, reaching out for them again and stumbling directly into Bobby when Dutch stepped back and threw the keys to Jimmy.

Bobby caught him, helping Johnny stand straight but not letting him go when he tried to move away, strong arms wrapped around his slight waist.

He gave the blonde an expression that made him go still.

His hand slid down to the curve of Johnny’s ass, and slipped inside his back pocket. Where his very unlost keys were.

He didn’t move his hand away.

"Why are you lying to us?"

Johnny pushed lightly against Bobby’s shoulders. "I’m—I’m not, man. Just give them back so I can go."

His voice cracked pathetically. He didn’t want to fight them. He knew he’d been caught good, and didn’t know what to do. he wasn't even sure if he wanted to escape.

Bobby took the keys out and presented them. "Then what are these?"

Johnny looked at the ground, heart racing. "Those are for something else."

The other boy raised his brows a little. "Oh, really? What for then?"

Johnny let out a shaky breath, gaze darting between the four snakes near him, watching intently like they’re waiting to sink their teeth in.

he should know they’ve been waiting a long time.

"Why do I have to tell you?" He snapped finally, giving Bobby one hard shove that actually worked, making him almost fall on his ass. Jimmy and Tommy went into action fast, seizing Johnny’s arms and keeping him still.

Bobby gained his footing and huffed in irritation, stepping up to him again and gripping his chin roughly so he was forced to look at him.

"They're mine, you gave them to me, and I don’t want to give them back. Don’t ask again, yeah?"

Johnny struggled uselessly. Angry at himself for the spark of excitement in his stomach at the fact that he was at their mercy. It’s all wrong.

He was not yet ready to be brutalized again. Humiliation is no easier, but...

He nodded slowly, furiously blinking away the wetness that threatened to spill down his cheeks. He wouldn’t do that in front of them.

Not yet, at least.

Bobby changed then. His menacing demeanor turned into something pleased. Amused even. He leaned in and gave Johnny a brief kiss on the lips, light as a needle. They'd never done that before. "Thank you. You needed to go somewhere, right? Better get to it.”

He patted Johnny's butt.

They already knew he wasn’t meeting anyone. They made sure of it.

They let go of him, and Johnny stood there dizzy and shocked.

He almost hoped the rest would peck him too.

He snatched the keys offered to him and spun around to try and unlock the driver's side door to speed away, shaking so much that he fumbled and dropped them.

A warmth settled behind him, hands went over his, and a breath tickled the back of his neck. "Let me help."

Jimmy.

He guided Johnny easily, helping him insert it into the lock and twist, his hips pressed flush to Johnny’s behind.

Johnny practically threw himself in his car the second he heard the click of the lock.

He tried to shame away the stirring in his jeans as he drove home.

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hey hello hi! so has anyone else gotten harassed by 15-17 year olds and asked repedietly for your snap and if you dont reply you get followed around? Cuz this happens to me on the regular(im not even fucking attractive i look like a gay trash goblin) and this happens IN school ive heard these guys go and i quote "wow look at that, who dose she think she is just running away from us?" I have crippling anxiety but cuz this has happend so many i time si just want to turn around growl at them and TEAR at their throats like the feral animal i am.