#when i start over my guy's whole thing is he's gonna be a fucking weirdo freak. idk how i'll communicate that

[moe-broey]

YOUR ASS HURT. DONE.

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[thealtoduck]

Jason with a ”dumb slut™” boyfriend…

Jason Todd x Male Reader

Damian Wayne x Male Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Superhero violence, mentioned sex, reader is a weirdo mess but in a kinda ”iconic” way, kidnapping.

Summary: You become an ally to the Batfamily in one of the most unexpected ways…

(A/n: This isn’t based in the Titans universe, it’s average dc universe, i just think Curran Walters is hot.)

(A/n 2: Reader is semi-based on the character Faye from Euphoria (i haven’t watched the show but i’ve seen some of her scenes.)

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You met Jason at a bar where he was looking to release some stress and anger and you were looking for a hot hook up, both of you got just what you wanted, which led to some of the best sex in both of your lives.

The next day you woke up in Jason’s bed to find he wasn’t there. You pulled on your boxers and your hoodie and left his bedroom only to walk in on Jason talking to Batman and Robin.

To their suprise you didn’t seem faced at all by the scene you only walked over to Jason and said ”Jason, you’ve got any aspirin or something”. ”Yeah, in the cabinet in the bathroom” Jason said casually. You uttered a quick ”Thanks” before walking past Robin (who glared at you) towards the bathroom.

After you entered the Bathroom you heard Batman ask ”So… who was that?”. To which Jason asked him ”Do you really want me to answer that in front of my eleven year old brother?”. To which Robin asked ”Is he a prostitute?”.

When you came back out you answered both questions ”Okay so… Hi my name is Y/n L/n and no, i’m not a prostitute, Jason, do you want me to go make breakfast for you, your brother and Batman, while you discuss whatever the fuck your talking about?”.

”Sure” he said awkwardly. You made breakfast for the four of you. As you sat down with Jason and the two vigilantes around the table, they were discussing some case as if you weren’t there. You didn’t really care either honestly.

Robin then spoke to you suspiciously ”Aren’t you even gonna slightly question Jason’s relations to me or Batman?”. ”No, everyone has like that one relative you know” you started. ”Like my ex, his brother was a drug dealer” you continued casually as the others stared at you.

”I can give you his adress so you can arrest him” you suggested taking a sip of your tea. ”Why do you want us to arrest his brother?” Robin asked. ”Cause the asshole dumped me and took my headphones” you said plainly making Jason chuckle.

After breakfast you got fully dressed and Jason walked you to the door. ”So i know this became kind of a weird hook up but do you like wanna meet again sometime” Jason asked. ”Sure, just write your number here and we’ll schedule something” you said with a smile handing him your phone. Then you left his apartment.

As Jason walked back into the apartment Damian stared distastefully at him and asked ”What place could you have possibly gone to too find that guy?”.

After a few dates you and Jason became an official couple. He revealed he was the Red Hood after you noticed the cuts and bruises he had on one of your dates. He was suprised to see how chill you were to the whole thing.

But you had grown up in the slums of Gotham so that wasn’t the weirdest thing you’ve ever experienced. So you just cleaned his wounds and went on with your business.

You got meet a few more of Batman’s team members when Nightwing, Red Robin and Spoiler came by. You were 97,69% sure Robin had been gossping and telling the Batfam that you were a ”dumb crack whore” or something cause they seemed a bit judgy at first when meeting you.

Though they soon realised you were a very kind person but an odd one. You even came in useful with your knowledge of the slums of Gotham, knowing it’s gangs, dealers and all that.

They eventually invited you in for dinner to meet them out of costume. You were for the first time kind of shocked when Jason drove the two of you to Wayne Manor of all places. When the butler opened the door the only words you could find was ”Cool house”.

The dinner was nice and let you and Jason’s family get to know each other better. Stephanie was your favorite, she seemed to think you were really cool and loved your wild stories.

Damian was still an uptight little ass who seemed to think you were disease ridden streetwalker. Though his opinion of you would soon change…

One time Bruce asked you to pick Damian up from school when Alfred was busy. Though it wasn’t a smooth ride. Damian was whispering how it was beneath him to be around you when a car suddenly rammed yours making it crash.

Luckily you and Damian were fine but you passed out and the men who’s car rammed you kidnapped the two of you. When you woke up you and Damian were tied back to back in chairs. The kidnappers filmed a message to Bruce for ransom money and then left to do business.

”Damian, how are you doing?” you asked. ”I’m tied back to back with you, how do you think?” he said annoyed. This made you snap and say ”Listen here you little cunt, i don’t like you, you don’t like me, but i’m dating your older brother so i at least have to pretend i tolerate you. Now shut up and reach in to my pocket, i have a pocket knife”.

This shut Damian up as he reached in to your pocket and got knife and started cutting the rope.

Once Damian had freed you both from the rope the kidnappers returned and noticed your escape. You swiftly grabbed the pocket knife and shoved Damian behind your back. ”Back off or i’ll stab you in the throat!” you said fiercely as the criminals surrounded you.

”Oh come on cutie, give us the boy and we’ll let you go free” one of the kidnappers tried to offer you. ”No, your not laying a fucking finger on him!” you yelled.

One of guys tried to attack the two of you but you made quick work of him by kicking him in the balls and elbowing him in the throat. ”Anyone else want a go?” you asked the other thugs but as you did both Batman and Red Hood crashed through the windows taking out the criminals.

While they were making quick work of the kidnappers you turned around to Damian. You quicky started checking him over for injuries ”Are you okay? Like not anything from the crash or anything?” you asked him.

Damian was a bit stunned from everything he had just witnessed so he just said ”No… no, i’m fine”. Jason then ran over to you and pulled you into a kiss and then started checking you didn’t have any major wounds.

Before you and Jason left the scene Damian walked over and stopped in front of you and said ”Thank you” with a little bow of his head and then walked away again. ”What did i miss?” Jason questioned confused.

”That’s between me and Damian” you said simply and started walking towards the exit.

After that day if anyone ever made a rude comment about you, Damian would beat the shit out of them.

[starbabyg]

pleaseeeeeee jack and trevor share her

Picture Perfect pt. 3 | Jack Hughes x reader x Trevor Zegras

part one and part two right hereeee

warnings; smut duh, the words cock and other funky words that make me squirm, jealous Jack , also a bit shitty writing lol

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Trevor couldn’t get you off his mind ever since that day. It’s all he could think of, the way your pussy gripped around Jack’s dick. The sound of your angelic moans. It was sick the way all of his thoughts were revolving around you. Trevor couldn’t even face Jack any more. He had been avoiding him at all costs, too scared he’d blurt out how he needed to fuck you to get you out of his head.

You walked out of your room and into the living room, seeing Jack playing a video game with his feet up on the coffee table. “Hey, isn’t it guy’s night shouldn’t you be at the lake house?”

“Yeah, but Trev said he couldn’t make it again. I think he’s doing that shit on purpose cause Cole told me he saw him the other day,” Jack responded, not looking up at you. He had a rough demeanor about it, but inside Jack was just a bit hurt that it seemed like his best friend was avoiding him.

“Is he mad at you or something?” You made your way to the kitchen island, grabbing a mandarin and peeling it to snack on.

“Can’t be, I didn’t do shit to him. And I mean it this time.”

“Well when was the last time you even saw him?”

“That one weekend he came over and watched us fuck. Told me he’d call me to chill afterwards, never did,” he shrugged.

“You don’t think he was weirded out by the situation? Like at least a little bit? I mean he did watch us have sex,” you concluded.

Jack recollected the event, he knew Trevor was nervous about it but he didn’t think that he would be weirded out by it, “I don’t fucken know, I thought we were close enough for that. We’ve joked about it before, banging groupies together— all before I met you of course.”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded. “Still, it was a hypothetical situation. And I’m your girlfriend, Jack. Not a groupie you’re never going to see again. It adds a certain nuance to the situation don’t you think?”

Your words made Jack think deeply, and one thing about Jack is he hates getting deep in his thoughts. He furrowed his brows, what you said confusing him just a bit. “Yeah I guess that’s true. But whatever, I’m just gonna confront him and ask him why he’s being like this.” Jack got up from his spot, putting his slides on and grabbing his keys. If Trevor was going to avoid him the only thing he could do was be right there where he had no choice but to see Jack.

“Stupid Trevor avoiding me like a weirdo. Making me drive to his house cause he wants to be lame. Funky ass missing guys night again,” Jack grumbled the whole drive to Trevor’s place.

When Jack arrived to Trevor’s place he was less upset and more hurt by the fact his best friend hadn’t responded to his texts or calls. That it had really got to the point where he had to actually drive to his house to see him face to face. Nevertheless he knocked, picking his posture up and preparing himself for the confrontation.

“Yo–” Trevor opened the door with a smile on his face, which faded with the sight of a less than happy Jack on the other side of the door. “Oh, what’s up Jack,” he now monotonously greeted.

“What’s up? That’s all you gotta say bro?” Jack started off, his hurt feelings getting to him, “You’ve been flaking on me. Not answering my calls or texts. Just straight up dodging me. What’s up with you?” At that moment he sounded like a heartbroken girlfriend, but at that moment he was.

Trevor was taken a back just a bit, but fully understood where Jack was coming from. “It’s just that I um, I’ve just been—“ he stuttered and stammered, not being able to form a cohesive sentence.

“You’ve what? Whatever it is, it just sucks you’re not able to communicate it with me. Being as we’re like best friends and all,” Jack spoke vulnerably, something he had taken up from you.

Trevor sighed, the words resonating with him. He realized he just had to face the problem head on, and tell Jack what was going on in his head. “Listen,” Trevor looked down, not being able to look Jack in the eyes, “It’s hard for me to tell you this. I never in a million years thought I’d be in this situation. Ever. Like ever. It makes me sick just thinking about it. But, watching you fuck y/n was a huge mistake.”

“Was it too much for you? She told me you probably thought I was weird, god I’m embarrassed—“

Trevor cut him off, “No, no. It’s not that. Like at all. It’s just that you were right about everything you said. About y/n,” Trev took a deep breath to muster up courage and to finish, “So right to the point that I can’t get her out of my head. Just seeing the way she fucked you and shit. It’s been stuck on my mind. I’ve never seen no one fuck like that ever in my life. And you know how many girls I’ve fucked.”

Jack didn’t know how to react or respond. Yeah, he was proud of you because he knew you were the top of the top, cream of the crop. But also, his best friend was lusting after you, his girlfriend.

“So you gotta crush on y/n?”

“I don’t know if you can say crush, she’s a great girl and all but I know you two are meant for each other. It’s just, she has that sexual prowess. If anything it’s like a fuck crush.”

“A fuck crush,” Jack raised an eyebrow, trying to comprehend what Trevor just said. The entire situation was difficult for him to comprehend.

“Yeah. Not to objectify her or anything. But she just looked so fucking amazing fucking you.”

Jack pursed his lips, “So if I let you fuck her can you stop being weird?”

“Wait, what did you just say?” Trevor had to double take, cause after everything, he knows Jack didn’t say what he just said.

“If I let you fuck her, can you stop being weird,” Jack drew out his words.

“No way. I’m not going to fuck your girlfriend and no way you’re actually going to let me fuck her just like that.”

“If it’ll make you get over whatever the hell a fuck crush is, then yeah. Get her out of your system so we can be cool again. I don’t wanna lose my best friend over some petty shit like this, cmon Trev.”

“Jack, listen to what you’re saying. Are you really going to let me fuck your girlfriend.”

“I’m not all too keen about you taking her all by yourself. Not no cuck shit. But remember when we always talked about tag teaming a girl?”

“Yeah, I kinda remember,” he recalled all the conversations from when they both first got into the league, bragging about all the pussy they were gonna get.

“Well, how about a threesome with my girlfriend,” Jack proposed, “God it makes me sick just thinking about it. But if there’s anyone I would have a threesome with it’d be you.”

“Jesus Jack, you’ve put me in a sick situation. A sick sick situation. I wanna say yes but I wanna say no.”

“Like I said, if this is what it takes for shit to go back to normal I’m all for it,” Jack sighed.

“You sure that you’re sure?”

“As sure as I can be, In this moment. I might come to regret it but you know my dumb ass just lives in the moment,” shaking his head, Jack tried to push all negative thoughts away.

Trevor contemplated, because the first time he said yes to one of Jack’s asinine ideas he got put in this situation. But still, he just couldn’t get you out of his mind. His body was feening to feel yours against his. To feel you ride him the way you rode Jack. It was driving him borderline insane. The whole situation was a catch 22 for him.

“Are you sure y/n even wants this? I mean look at the position we put her in,” classic Trevor, always worried about you where Jack had always been mindless.

“You saw the way she was about to go down on you. Seems like we’re all consenting in this situation.” He recalled the way you so easily crawled over to Trevor without a second thought, about to take him inside your mouth just as you would with him. It sparked a tinge of jealousy in him, but at the same time also turned him on seeing you from another point of view.

“I just don’t want this to make shit even more weird than it already is. I know how much you love her and you know how much I love you.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I trust both of you to even do any of this shit. We’ve been best friends since like forever, and to be honest I’ve never been in love with someone as much as I’m in love with y/n. And I’m the one who put us all in this place, being the show off I am. Can’t bitch out now.”

“Jack, if this goes south I’m literally gonna kill myself. I’m already dead inside from shame and embarrassment,” Trev spoke with his eyes squeezed shut. It was still difficult for him to look Jack in his eyes.

“Jesus Zegras, don’t be so morbid.”

So right then and there Jack and Trevor set a day for the threesome. With Trevor freaking out the whole time, and Jack trying to calm him down, you were clueless to the whole ordeal.

It was a Friday evening, Jack running errands and you taking the day off from the hectic week. You laid in the king sized bed the two of you shared, only in one of Jack’s oversized graphic tee shirts and a pair of lace panties that you so loved to adorn.

“Hey princess,” you felt Jack’s hand run up your bare leg. Your eyes fluttered open, still adjusting to your surroundings. Everything was always hazy when you first woke up.

“Hi my love,” you sleepily smiled at him. You turned so you were no longer on your side, but leaning your back against the headboard. Still blinking to adjust, you could now make out another person in the room.

“How was your little nap? You still look sleepy my little love bug,” Jack smiled at you. He loved how you looked when you first woke up, always with a look of clueless confusion, brows upturned and bottom lip stuck out just a bit.

“It was fine, hadda nice dream. Probably coulda slept through the whole night I was so comfortable,” you rubbed your eye and stretched as you finally started to actually wake up.

“Yeah? I got someone here who wants to see you though,” he told you, his thumb still rubbing that spot on your leg.

“Huh? Who?” You turned, seeing Trevor stand idly by the door, “Oh hey Trevor, long time no see. How you been?” You softly smiled up at him.

“Hey y/n,” he timidly waved. Seeing you in person sucked every ounce of courage that was inside of him. If he was nervous before, now he was a complete wreck. He tried to mask it by mustering up a half smile.

“Trevor’s been feeling some type of way,” Jack started.

“Hm? What d’ya mean?” You questioned confused.

Jack looked towards him, not being able to tell you himself, from lack of words to say it or refusal, no one knows.

“Jack, I can’t say it,” Trev shook his head. Between you and Jack, it was just too much to be put on the spot and confess how you had him feeling.

Jack stood up, “Well, I’m gonna get a drink. I’ll be right back. Give you some space.” This wasn’t just for Trevor to finally relay how he feels about you. Jack himself just couldn’t stand to be in the room while it happened. He knew what was about to go down, yet his possessive instincts kicked in. He had to at least be a little tipsy before consciously going through with another one of his crazy ideas.

“Are you like, grossed out by me or something? That I could actually go through with fucking Jack in front of you? Do you look at me differently now?”

“Yes, I look at you differently.”

“Oh,” was all you could say.

“But not in that way. Y/n, I just can’t seem to get you out of my head. Ever since I saw you fuck Jack, I just can’t. I’ve had this sick craving, I needed to feel what Jack felt. It makes me sick that I can’t feel you bounce on my cock, that I can’t just flip you over and fuck you how Jack did. I just can’t stand not being able to experience you like that,” finally all the words spilled from his brain and out for you to hear. “And I know I shouldn’t feel this way because you’re my best friends girlfriend, that’s why I’ve been avoiding Jack. Because of you. Because I can’t have you the way I want to. The way I need to.”

“Trevor, I–”

“It’s fine y/n. You don’t have to try and let me down easy. Jack wanted to bring me here to get you out of my system but this is another insane idea I just can’t go through with and put you through.” Trevor turned hastily to get out of there as quickly as possible.

You shot up as fast as you could and grabbed Trev by his arm, pulling him back into the room. “No Trevor, I was gonna say I can help you get over me. Guys always get over it once they get what they want right?” You softly chuckled.

Trevor sighed, “Y/n I don’t want you to think of it like that. I really like you, you’re perfect for Jack. I– just don’t know where this sudden infatuation came from.”

“I know Trev, it doesn’t have to be that way. Let’s just get this over with and forget it all happened mm?” You tilted your head, your hand that grabbed him now making its way up his tricep. The way Trevor talked about this situation, how he viewed you now, sparked something tantalizing inside of you.

“W-what about Jack?”

“Well we’ll just have to get his blessing, right?” You pulled Trevor out of the room, to where Jack was seated on the kitchen island, beer in hand. “Jacky baby, is it alright if I get to play with Trev tonight? That is what you brought him over for right?”

Jack took a deep gulp, he hated the words that came out of your mouth but he loved the sultry way that you spoke him, he couldn’t stop himself from breathlessly staring and nodding. Just like Trevor, he too was trapped under your siren spell. You could never do anything without Jack, so you gripped him by his wrist and yanked him up from his solitude. You’d need the space of the big California king bed for the three of you.

“I think it’s only fair that Trevor gets to undress me,” grabbing his hands, you set them at the hem of the large tee shirt you wore. There really wasn’t much for him to strip your body off. Trevor’s breath hitched, this really was the moment, he’s finally getting what he wanted. Slowly he lifted the shirt up, your arms raised. Jack sat there with anticipation, palming himself through his sweatpants. So this is what it looks like to the neighbors huh. He was loving this point of view, seeing you in another light.

Now just standing in your bra, panties, and knee high socks, Trevor’s brain had flipped a switch. It’s as if his brain went feral, urging him to grab your supple breasts. He cupped them, feeling the fullness of them in his palms, squeezing them, the flesh filling in the gaps between his fingers.

“Screw this bra, it needs to go now,” he mumbled under his breath. Trevor reached around to your backside, feeling for the hooks. Trevor fumbled with it, trying to use one hand to unhook it was proving difficult. Jack saw this, and he himself started to get impatient.

“You’re taking too long, let me do it,” he smacked his lips together, slightly shoving Trevor out of the way. Swiftly, with one hand Jack had unlatched your bra, with the straps falling off your dainty shoulders. Jack smirked at Trevor, who only looked back with his mouth agape. “Perfect titties.”

“Mhmm,” Trevor agreed with Jack, bending down and taking one in his mouth. Trevor started sucking it softly, the feather like sensation causing you to gasp. Seeing that Trevor could get that kind of reaction out of you made Jack grow a tinge jealous. Although it was all turning him on, he was feeling that bit possessive feeling over you. Jack planted himself onto your other boob, suctioning to it with pressure.

“Oh my god,” you moaned as Jack gently rolled your nipple in between his teeth. The slight pain mixed with the intense pleasure sent shocks through your body. Where Jack was going rough, Trevor went soft. With the slightest touch of his tongue he flicked it in all the right places around your areola. Starting with the bottom, swinging around the top, then making a full circle around the whole nipple. The two differing pressures started to make your vision hazy, your legs starting to buckle and give out. Sensing this, and knowing your body, Jack went behind you, now supporting your weight as your naked body pressed against him. Jack moved your hair to one side out of the way and pressed kisses from the nape of your neck upwards. One hand held your waist, the other gripping the bare flesh of your boob, rolling the nipple between his index and middle finger.

Seeing Jack supporting the upper portion of your body, Trevor kneeled down, planting a kiss to your clit as he placed himself in between your legs, putting both knees on his shoulders and hoisting you up. With your body now in the air, lifted up by the two boys, Trevor began to lap his tongue on your pussy, licking up your labia and up to the crown of your clit. You squirmed, your legs locking around his neck. The feather like kitten licks so slight and so gentle, although it wasn’t a lot of pressure it stimulated your bundle of nerves in all the right ways. With Trev’s hands on your backside he started to grip and grab at the flesh of your bottom before taking his right hand to insert two fingers inside your vulva. He curled his fingers down, caving into the floor of your silky walls.

All Jack could hear was the slurps of Trevor’s mouth and the squelching sound of your pussy, and quite frankly he was becoming a bit bratty that he didn’t get to be in any of the action. Jack pulled your body back, the two of you falling on the bed before he elevated your body to fit right between his legs, your back reclining on his chest. Jack padded his fingers along your stomach just before going to touch your lower lips. The temperature change from Trevor’s warm mouth to Jack’s cold fingers contrasting greatly. Starting off at a normal pace but quickly picking it up, Jack was determined to make you feel better than Trevor could.

“C’mon princess, I know you feel it, let it out,” he smirked. Knowing last time Trevor didn’t truly get the full Y/n experience. Trevor just quizzically looked, what the hell did Jack mean? Anyways, Trevor was focused on you, watching how your body reacted to the brash touch. Your toes curling up, your legs twitching. Trevor made his way up your legs, planting kisses from the tops of your feet all the way up to your thighs.

At this time Jack had both hands playing with your princess parts, his dominant hand gliding in and out of you as his other toyed with your clit. With all of this touch you were getting overstimulated, and fully well knew what Jack meant from that statement. You felt the buildup in your lower stomach, and it was getting to the point where you couldn’t contain yourself.

“Oh my fuck, I’m gonna– I’m gonna,” you breathlessly tried to get out before you squirted, Jack pulling his fingers out at the right time as you ejaculated juices that covered the bed sheets, and subsequently got a bit on Trevor as well.

“No fucking way, did you just-,” Trevor gaped in awe. Throughout his multitude of bodies he had never once met a girl who could squirt, only seeing it in videos.

“Mmhmm, just gotta play with her in all the right ways and she’s your own little waterfall,” Jack smugly boasted, proud of himself that at least he was the only one who could get you like that.

You turned around, now on your knees as you kissed Jack intensely, “I think baby deserves a treat for himself now huh,” you lowered yourself down his body, peppering kisses as you made your way to his dick. Swirling your tongue around the tip and head, you then took his full member in your mouth and started to bob up and down.

Your ass stuck out in the air vulnerably, Trevor smacked it, surely leaving a hand print, before diving in and eating it from the back. This took you by surprise, making you lurch forward and causing you to take more of Jack in your mouth.

“I think she needs to be stuffed from both ends, huh Jack,” Trevor grunted, now wanting—no, needing– to bury himself deep inside your walls. Too preoccupied with getting deepthroated, Jack just nodded and groaned out what sounded like a grumble of a yes.

Trevor pulled down his shorts, his dick now throbbing from how hard it had been this whole time. He rubbed the head from the fore and aft of your vagina before easily sliding it in.

“Is’so slick and wet. Just slid right in,” Trevor softly murmured, starting off with slow measured strokes. His hand laid on your ass as he watched his dick glide in and out of you. In this moment he was awestruck, he finally was able to feel what he was only able to daydream about. He relished in the moment, knowing this would be his only chance to feel your insides.

Wanting more pressure, you backed yourself up against his cock, your plump ass bouncing as you rocked forward and backwards. Every time you moved up, your throat taking more of Jack’s dick. Trevor bit his lip, he loved the way you took initiative, but in the moment he was much more hungrier for more friction. Trevor grabbed your hips, ramming his cock in you as deep as he could. You squealed, surprised at the tempo Trevor had now started to go. Your ass was now clapping loudly against his front side. He then grabbed you by your neck, pulling you up so your back was pressed against him and your head tilted in the crook of his neck.

Trevor’s hands roamed all over your body, a squeeze to your tit, soft touches on your belly, all before his hands made their way down to your punani. He played with your folds, just embracing the slick wetness you were secreting.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” your eyes were rolling back, hands gripped to Trevor’s arms. Jack glared at the two of you, he felt like Trevor was being pretty selfish by not sharing you.

“It’s my turn,” Jack snarled, roughly pulling you down, Trevor slipping right out of you. Jack spread your legs out, aligned himself with you, and jammed himself inside. All regards were out there window, he had to make you feel just as good as Trevor did, maybe even better.

A few strokes in he brought your legs together, straightening them up and having them rest on him, making you feel tighter for him. Jack rhythmically pounded you, on arm securing your legs to its position rested on his chest, his other hand holding you by your waist. Trevor stood over you, stroking himself as he watched you scream in pleasure.

“Hey pretty girl, stroke this for me why don’t you,” Trevor lowered his bottom half to you, letting you grab his member. You pulled him closer to you, rubbing his cock as you started to lick his under shaft and balls. Trevor’s head fell back, a nice deep grunt leaving his mouth. To you it was simple things, but to him he had never had a girl do these kind of things to him. “Fuuuuuuck y/n that feels amazing.”

At that point Trev needed to feel the inside of your whatever, almost to the point of climaxing. Your mouth, your pussy, hell if he could fuck your bellybutton he would.

“Bend her over the bed, I gotta feel her I’m bouta finish,” his breaths were hitched. Jack listened, knowing after this was over he’d finally get you all to himself again and this would all be behind you three. Never have to share you again as greedy as he is.

Jack stuck your taut ass out, your elbows rested on the edge of the bed as he pushed you faced down. He smacked your ass, leaving his imprint before looking at Trevor, “Go for it brother.”

Trevor positioned himself behind you, jiggling your ass a bit before inserting himself inside you once again. Jack got in front, about to face fuck you into oblivion. With his hands planted to your hips, Trevor began to snap himself into you, a nice pace so he can ride this dream out as long as he physically could. You looked back at him, mouth agape moaning as you started to fuck him back, grinding yourself against him.

Jack didn’t appreciate himself being left out, and grabbed your face just a biiiit too forcefully, opening your jaw and jamming himself inside your moist mouth. He held your hair back, one hand under your chin as he shoved as much of himself between your lips as you can take. You started to gag, and with this your walls tightening as well. With your walls tightening with every time you choked, Trevor got closer and closer to his orgasm.

“Oh shit– I’m gonna fucken,” Trevor couldn’t even finish his statement before he swiftly pulled himself out of you and finished right on your ass. “Fuck.” Trevor looked at the mess he made on your backside, he spent all that time backed up that it coated most of your ass, dripping down the sides. Jack himself was close as well, having restrained himself not wanting to finish before Trevor, and only took a few more strokes inside your mouth before he warned you.

“Get ready baby I’m gonna cum,” he brushed your hair a bit, relief in his voice. Soon you felt his warm seed coat the inside of your mouth, with you sucking his tip to drain him. Jack pulled himself out of you, your mouth closing with a ‘pop’ as you licked your lips. You swallowed, cause Jack did not train a spitter, and opened your mouth to show Jack you swallowed every drop. “That’s my good girl.” He smiled with approval.

Trevor got himself dressed as Jack got a baby wipe to clean you up. “Well, that settles it. Y/n thank you for the great fuck, Hughes, I’m never being nosy again, see you at the lake house this weekend?” Trevor laughed, dapping Jack up.

“Of course bro, I knew this would fix you being weird. Back to normal, and I know no more crazy ass ideas from me either,” Jack brought him in for a hug.

“Yeah, for real. Imma get goin tho, practice tomorrow and let you two love birds sit in that after sex bliss, see y’all,” he pointed to you both, before exiting out of the room.

“Bye Trev!” You shouted tiredly, worn out. He waved back at you one last time before he was finally out of Jack and yours sight.

Trevor closed your front door, making sure to lock it behind him. He rested his back on the door, letting out a big sigh. That had sealed it, and had turned out just how he expected it to. Fucking you had only made his crush worse, and now he had to hide it for the rest of his life.

“What the hell am I going to do now?”

[kamiversee]

“I like both ideas too bc I feel like they’d have just a split second of genuine intimacy before they start bickering with one another— probably one exposing the other for checking them out even tho they were both thinking & feeling the same things yk? ^.^”

KAMIIIOI UR GONNA KILL ME😫😫 THE WAY MY WHOLE BODY ACTUALLY TWITCHED HAS TO BE A CRIME.

THEY NEED TO FALL IN LOVE. POLY ENDING WHEN🗣️🗣️🗣️

“probably one exposing the other for checking them out even tho they were both thinking & feeling the same things yk?”

yes! keep talking! keep me delusional!!!! YES

YES

YES

i need them to have that argument in the third part.

“erhm why were you checking me out”🫵

“uhm you wish”😒

“you know damn well you were, stop hiding it”😩

“okay and so what if i was”😳

they stare at eachother for a long time and then start kissing so hard they swallow eachother<3

what a bunch of queers💀🙏

-🍦

Something came over me so here;

Most likely it’d be Gojo that loses himself staring at Choso’s lips. Sure, you’d be in between the two getting fucked like a whore but who’d care about that in the heat of the moment? Gojo’s probably spaced out bc you’re squeezing around him so tightly & he didn’t really know where to look so he just finds himself staring at Choso’s wet lips.

Yup, and then Choso would catch him staring and raise a brow, immediately sending him a disgusted look, while saying something like “Fuck are you staring at?”

Gojo would scoff and roll his eyes before glancing off to the side, “Not you, fuckin’ weirdo.”

“Yeah, says the one who was starin’ at my lips. What, you wanna kiss or somethin’?” Choso would joke, totally not offering one in anyway.

And for whatever reason, Gojo’s eyes would trail back over and he’d lean closer just to test the guy, “Yeah, sure,” He’d tease with a wink.

Again, Choso is disgusted but a bit more baffled that time around, swallowing hard and barely looking down at Gojo’s pretty blush-tinted lips.

He’d scowl at the guy before shaking his head at him, “Of course you do,” Choso would result in saying instead of moving to give Gojo what he seemed to have wanted.

Then Gojo’s smirking like crazy, all fucked out and dazed by you below him and the odd entertainment he finds in whatever banter he has with your boyfriend. “What’s that supposed t’mean?” He’d ask with an innocent tilt of his head.

Choso would again meet the man’s gaze, as if he weren’t burring himself into your throat right now, before scoffing, “You’re jus’ like my girlfriend.”

“Meaning?” Gojo blinks so slowly, as ig he didn’t know what Choso was implying.

And even if he really didn’t know, Choso clarifies what he means anyway, “You’re a fuckin’ slut.”

Gojo’s smiling, “Am I now?”

“Yup,” Choso would grunt out.

There’s another moment of the two gazing at one another before Gojo’s face twists up and Choso’s cock would twitch at the sight.

Then it’d only get worse when Gojo moans, “Fuuck, call me that again, m’close.”

Choso’s body would go rigid, “W-What?”

“What?” Gojo hums.

“…the fuck is wrong with you two?” You’d suddenly chime in outta’ nowhere.

To which they’d both look down at you and tell you to shut up in unison :)

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Anywho this isn’t what’s gonna happen but yeah, felt cute, might delete later 😉

[mamawasatesttube]

With timkon who do you think fell first? And who fell harder?

GOD ive been turning this over in my head all day and it's so hard to answer in those terms i feel like!!! theyre SUCH a friends to lovers in my mind that they just melt into each other so hard. augh lets see though okay okay lemme try

i DO think they both had crushes on each other in their yj98 days. (i mean... "i know i'm gonna die i just wish i could talk to kon one last time" ???? "hey robin anyone tell you your voice drops like an octave when you get all commander-like" I KNOW WHAT YALL ARE.) but i DON'T think either of them realized it. they were both just kids still way too deep in the closet for that.

tim DEFINITELY started going off the deep end wrt kon's death. i think he was still figuring out the whole "bisexuality" thing while getting whammied left and right by shock/trauma/grief all steamrolling him flat in the world's worst conga line, so i don't think he fully registered that the feelings he was having were explicitly romantic, but he was definitely feeling ways. i mean, like. he absolutely kissed cassie as a substitute for kissing kon. when he actually put it together that thats what he was doing, though... i don't think it all really came together for him until after he was done brucequesting and actually got to breathe and let himself process. he was already head over heels at this point. he just didn't know.

for kon, i think it's this really slow, gradual thing, where feelings of friendship melted into a very deep and intimate bond without words somewhere between "best friends" and "romantic partners", again without him really having the self-awareness to put that sort of label on it. post-resurrection kon is just so introspective, i think it just sorta comes to him one day that, like, oh. he'd like to be close to tim forever. he knows he's into guys at this point but bc of his sexual trauma + dating history i do think it takes him a HOT second to clock that this feeling of intimacy and comfort is, in fact, romantic attraction.

so "who fell first" and "who fell harder" is just so confounded by both of them not even fucking realizing they fell for each other for so long kjsdfjksd like arguably they both fell pretty early, and tim fell REALLY hard while kon was dead, but i also don't think they REGISTERED that at all!!! theyre a lil stupid!!!

that said. when they have both figured out they're into each other, kon is def the one who's pretty calm about it like oh :) i love tim and i just want to be near him all the time. whereas tim is out there like oh my god he's holding my shoulder. he does that all the time i will not overthink this but oh my god what if he would hold me more WAIT IM NOT GOING TO OVERTHINK THIS and im NOT going to daydream about OHHHHH MY GOD he put his jacket on me oh fuck oh fuck im going to be normal im NORMAL is that his favorite cologne i can still smell on the collar. oh GOD did he just notice me sniffing the collar of his jacket like a creep ah fuck okay im a creep im a weirdo what the hell am i doing here WHY is this not actually distracting me from the way i can definitely still smell his cologne shit shit fuck-----

(and then they kiss. eventually. <3)

[glitterinmyveinss]

// Fuck It I Love You • part 2 //

summary: after the party, you and wes talk more about your feelings for each other and things get a little heated

part 2 of this chap

❥༄ when i stepped out of fred's car, the night sky was jet black, accompanied with bright stars. i started giggling to myself because they looked like little specks of glitter. Fred gave me an irritated look, "get inside weirdo." i sneered at him while he pushed me towards the driveway, wes beside him laughing. I was still trying to wrap my head around the events that happened merely an hour ago. the whole thing happened so fast. it had me questioning wes's motives. i mean does he really like me or did he just tell me all that because him and harmony broke up? as we all stepped into the house, my thoughts were interrupted by fred's voice. "ah shit man, how are you gonna get home? me and y/n are way too drunk to drive you back, and i need my car tomorrow." i looked over at wes, he was looking at fred with a concentrated face. "i mean i could just crash here right? it wouldn't be the first time." fred looked down at his shoes, clearly thinking then shrugging. "yeah you're right, just take the couch." fred waved me and wes off, making his way to his room, leaving the two of us in the kitchen, alone.

❥༄ I awkwardly stared at my shoes, while wes scratched the beck of his neck. "well i guess that's my cue." i murmured along with a weak laugh. wes jumped up "oh yeah me too.." "well goodnight wes." i whispered. he looked at me and there was something about his eyes, it's like there was some kind of message in them, but i couldn't decipher it. "yeah goodnight y/n...sleep well." he gave me a small smile, i returned it and trutted up the stairs to my room. i shut the door with a sigh and changed into my pjs. i followed that up with brushing my teeth. i was about to wash my face, then i remembered i was probably going to have a gnarly hangover in the morning. i made my way downstairs where i saw wes on the couch, flipping through channels.

"whatchu doing?" i asked. He jumped a little, startled by my entrance. "nothing just racking up your guys cable bill. how about you? i thought you were going to sleep?" i leaned on the counter and sighed. "i was but i realized i'll probably feel like death tomorrow, so i came down here to get some water and pain killers. do you want any?" he shook his head "nah i didn't drink a lot, so i should be fine" i shrugged while grabbing a glass "suit yourself~" he laughed me off and returned to looking through TV channels. once i was done i began making my way back to my room until i noticed wes had no blanket, or pillow. really fred? "did fred not give you a pillow and blanket?" "nah hes a jerk" he said with a chuckle. i placed my water and pills back on the counter. "wait here." i went down the hall to get him his stuff.

i plopped the items down on the spot next to him on the couch. "thanks i appreciate it" he stammered. "n-no problem!" his nervous behavior was so cute, it was making me nervous as well! i turned to the tv and saw he was watching mtv downtown. "oh i love this show!" i said while placing myself on the couch. "can i stay and watch it with you? please!" he laughed at my pleading. his head was thrown back, and i could see the crinkles on the corner of his eyes, and how his smile curved up. how could someone be so effortlessly beautiful? "it's your house y/n, go ahead." i blushed in embarrassment, realizing he was right. "yeah i know...i just didn't want to keep you up." he looked at me, still smiling "don't worry, i'd stay up all night if you wanted me too." he confessed. i looked at him to notice he had a bashful look on his face. i smiled shyly in response and turned my attention to the tv screen in an attempt to stop myself from kissing him right then and there.

it was around 15 minutes later when the question began bouncing around my head again. did wes really like me? i let out an audible sigh, without meaning to, which made wes turn to look at me with a perplexed expression. "what wrong? are you cold?" he questioned while shoving more of the blanket towards me. "no i'm just...thinking." he raised an eyebrow. "about what?" i hesitated and began playing with my hair before i spoke up. "wes...do you really like me? or did you just do and say all that tonight because you and harmony broke up?" he positioned himself in a way that forced him to have hisbody fully towards me. "y/n...yes i really do like you. i mean i've known you since we were in elementary, why would i do something so cruel to you? especially...you." i sighed and ran my hands through my hair. "i don't know it's just...why now? why all of a sudden? i mean like you've said, we've know each for years, and i've liked you that whole time." i confessed, my voice getting more shaky as i continued, and my face reddening as well. "y/n look at me." i snapped my head towards him. if he was medusa i would still look. "first of all, i never knew you've liked me for so long, i'm flattered. second of all my-" he stopped to let out a light hearted chuckle. "my crush on you is kinda new..." i furrowed my brows. "what do you mean?" he began rubbing the back of his neck again "well i wanna say it started this year, i mean i've always just known you as my best friends little sister, but you've really changed. i mean looks and personality wise." i nodded at his confession. i guess you could say i had a "glow up." i didn't like bragging about my looks a lot but of course, i wanted to know more. "like what?" he looked at me, confused. "what do you mean?" i rolled my eyes at him. "what specifically about me changed?" he laughed dryly while turning away, a small tint of pink adorning his face. "come on, don't make me say it." i turned to him with a worried look. "what?" he sighed while looking back at me, then at my chest, then back at me. i scoffed and pushed his chest. "seriously?!" he threw his hands up in defense. "hey you asked." he said while chuckling. "i mean it's not like that's the only thing." he continued. "you've just really grown into your looks ok? and you've become such an...individual. you're just completely your own person, and i really dig that." my heart felt like it was going to jump right out of my chest, and i'm pretty sure my face was as red as a strawberry. with a shaky voice, i thanked him. "t-thanks wes that...means a lot coming from you." he laughed a little then asked, "what do you mean by that?" all while having a devilish smirk. i rolled my eyes "you know what i said...i've liked you for years."i looked up only to see he was already looking at me. i felt like he could see through me completely. see every secret and insecurity. every line and curve. he cupped my face and i was frozen, unable to speak or think, then our lips connected. the kiss was slow and passionate. despite it being the middle of november, his lips felt warm against mine. i felt like i had a wildfire all over my body. then he picked me up and sat me on his lap. i let out s small yelp, resulting in him pulling away and putting a finger over my mouth. "shh we don't wanna get caught " he said with a sly smirk. i nodded in agreement, i was like putty in his hands at this point. he put his hands in my hair and reconnected our lips. my hands found his chest and biceps. when did he get so buff? i moaned into his mouth, unable to contain the immense pleasure i was feeling he giggled into the kiss and began stroaking my hair, then he lightly tugged at it. "what did i just say baby?" my lip wobbled in embarrassment. "it's too much wes!" i said, my voice shaky and barely above a whisper. he began attacking my neck, littering it with love bites. i his myself in his arms and neck, my body was electric. "you're so adorable, it's driving me insane" // to be continued

[pumpkinsy0]

CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE A HAITIAN FEM Y/N DATING DALLAS HC PLSSS

now,,,usually i dont make x reader hcs,,, BUT FOR THIS???? IM MAKING AN EXCEPTION🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

ANON STRAP IN LETS GO🗣️🗣️🗣️

•he heard about konpa and he thought he was gonna be so slick and try to impress u but whole time it looks like hes humping the air, he does NOT got those moves

•so that means teaching him konpa!!!which also means him flirting w u nonstop while u show him how to move both of yalls hips, he does get better at it though

•u talk shit about dallas to his face in kreyòl in fights but also just to the shepards and hes just sitting there like “:/“

•u bring over haitian rum and he cannot handle it, well he CAN but hes gonna have to force himself to keep going at some point to not look like a wuss

•when he found out about kremas he thought it was a lil weird at first and wouldnt try it, and turns put he WOULD like it but he likes his kremas runny and a lil strong (what a fucking weirdo ik)

•he literally learns kreyòl, its like his third language atp (he only knows sak pase and n’ap boule my fucking christ)

•u probably joke about voodoo a lil and how ur gonna turn him into a fox tail or somethin if he keeps pissing ur off LMAOOOO

•some haitian dances quite literally rely in the person being at least SOMEWHAT graceful, so maybe ur pretty graceful at least w some things u do and he finds that quite enticing

•when u guys get into arguements u slip into kreyòl and he has to asks tim wtf u said and it takes tim a while to understand what u said bc once again, dally is NOT fluent, but once he does understand he laughs to himself cause damn u had to be REALLY mad to say what u said

•everytime hes about to do something illegal u mumbke under ur breath “w’ap kon jorge”

•when he gets on ur nerves u say “ki tet papa'w” and it happens so often he picked it up and started saying it around the gang and the gang is like “????” minus pony cause yknow, he hangs w curly

•he loves griot actually, when he gets back from jail he just has a rlly big craving for that w pikliz

•when u call him cheri u essentially get him to do whatever u want him to do, he rlly likes ur accent lol

•WHEN U DANCE W HIM (or more realistically u dance around him) SOMETIMES U WHIP OUT UR FOULARD (for anyone who doesnt know its this silk piece of cloth thats used for clothes but also used in haitian dances) AND WRAP IT AROUND HIM TO PULL HIM CLOSER AND HE FALLS FOR IT EVERYTIME WOOOOO

•ur oarents call him a vagabon they HATE him

[tomklover]

OKAY OKAY SO I HAVE A WATTPAD AND IF YALL WANT GO FOLLOW IT!! I HAVE A COMPLETED BILL BOOK BUT I DONT REALLY LIKE IT, BUT HOPEFULLY YOU DO.

THIS CHAPTER IS FROM MY TOM KAULITZ SMUT BOOK SO ITS OBVIOUSLY SMUT AND ITS KINDA CRINGE BUT MY WATTPAD IS

TomK_is_hot

ENJOY!

*GRACE ACCIDENTALLY BUMPS INTO HER ENEMY THATS ALSO HER CRUSH, WHAT WILL HAPPEN? READ ON TO FIND OUT*

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GRACES POV:

I was running late for class and I'm like never late, I'm miss perfect when it comes to getting to class on time but I was just so late, my alarm didn't wake me up then my brother took forever and I'm just a mess!

As I walk rushing down the hall I notice a group of boys and I look back at them and not paying attention to the front of me when I crash into a tall figure "oh I'm so sorry" I apologise but then I look up and wow just wow it's Tom kaulitz, why just why him he may be my crush but he's an absolute ass.

"Watch where your going freak" he said in a harsh tone, ouch

"Look Tom I'm sorry, how can I make it up to you" he smirked and winked at me, weirdo.

"Meet me in the janitor's closet at recess and I expect you to be there, no friends near you, just you alone" damn those words scared me, what if he wants to kill me, then I'm fucked.

*RECESS*

GRACES POV:

I rushed to the janitor's closet as soon as the bell went, I opened the door quickly and I shut it and locked it, of course I bumped into another thing or person but no it was the tall mf Tom kaulitz "you came" he said in his raspy hot voice and I immediately folded, my words stuttered he was just like heaven "I-Yeah"

He gripped my neck tightly and started to kiss him, I gasped, I don't really kiss people and I'm literally a virgin! He pushes me up against the wall and I felt his boner pressed up against the fabric of my pants and undies, it felt kinda nice "do you want me grace?" I simply nodded "no I need words, grace Michelle Müller"

God damn he said my full name, that's a sexy smash my guy "I want you Tom kaulitz" I reply dryly, I just couldn't feel my breath in my throat. He takes his shirt off fastly, this man's in 16 and has amazing abs, I can't wait to get fucked by him.

I then seen him unbuckling his belt "do I-uhm do that?" I point to what he's doing "if you want" I immediately took off my top and pants to leave me in my bra and thong, he was now just in his boxers and I could see his whole boner, did I really make this man horny?

He then slowly grips my neck again but no as hard this time and he started to kiss me passionately, I kiss back, I held his face and our tongue danced together, it was like a spell.

He slowly slid down my thong with one finger, it was quick a very sudden but hot and handsome. I then walk him pull down his boxers, WOAH ITS HUGE! It's not gonna fit, no way it's gonna fit....

"Tell me if this hurts" I nod at his words, I was allowing him to do so. He slowly gripped his dick and sat on a chair, he motioned me to go over to him so I did, he then picked me up with one arm and held his dick up with the other and slid my down on it, I winced in pain but also in pleasure.

"Now rock you baby" he gripped my waist and I started to move my body back and forth, oh god it felt good I couldn't help but whimper, his groans and moan were so attractive and the faces he pulled were to die for, I fasted up my past and I rocked harder and faster.

"Oh god~" he moaned out while gripping my waist tighter and making me move faster, I couldn't handle it anymore I slowly moaned and groaned, my body was getting ready for release, but not yet.

He gripped me even harder it kinda hurt, he then made me bounce, oh this felt so much better, I held onto his shoulders while bouncing softly, up and down.

"Oh your so tight grace" he groaned out and started to kiss my neck, he was so good and he felt so good.

I went a little faster until I felt something dripping out of me and going inside of me, that made me moan the loudest, he covered my mouth to muffle my noise.

He jerked his hips up and slowly lifted me off his dick, covered in cum, my cum?

I felt so good I couldn't help but feel so happy and horny, you could tell.

He handed me my clothes then he finally spoke

"My house at 1:30am, and you better be there grace" I nodded rapidly before I seen him chuck his clothes on and walk out, I felt so good after that encounter and I will always remember it, I wonder what's gonna happen at 1:30am.

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A/N:

LMK IF I SHOULD DO A PART TWO OR NOT AND IS IT GOOD OR NOT??? ALSO SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING MISTAKES IM NOT THE BEST AT WRITING QUICKLY - RUBS

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites in The Ultra Opposites Episode #3: “Feelin’ The Fire” (for @avaveevo and @crazychanuwu77)

At Jesse and Yumyulack’s bedroom, Yumyulack and Daryl were making out as Jesse walks in.

Jesse: teasingly So, how are things with your boyfriend?

Yumyulack: Aww Jesse, do you really have to walk in?

Jesse: teasingly Just checking…

Yumyulack: Ugh.

Daryl: Man sisters.

Yumyulack: Eh, I know right.

Daryl: Well, at least I am here with you.

Yumyulack: So am I.

Daryl and Yumyulack kiss. Later, they walk around the neighborhood with Jesse. Suddenly, Yumyulack gets hit by a spit ball.

Yumyulack: Ow! falls down

Aidan: Move it Yumyudork! This is our halls!

Daryl: Hey! Leave my boyfriend alone!

Braiden: Well guess what?! Your boyfriend is fucking gross! Especially when he does his weird arm thing with his weirdo sister!

Jesse: Hey! I’m not weird!

Daryl: Yeah! You guys are just being fucking jerkasses to my boyfriend and his sister!

Jayden: Well your boyfriend will never be cool as us! Or extreme as us!

As the Headphone guys laugh, Yumyulack uses his mind reading powers to fool his bullies as he smirk.

Yumyulack: Oh really?! Then what about the time Aidan laugh so hard, root beer spit out of his nose?

Aidan: What?! How does he know that?!

Jayden: I don’t know!

Yumyulack: Or the time Jayden was given a pizza wedgie after he lost a bet?

Jayden: Huh?

Aidan: Shit! He knows it all by himself! Let’s get the fuck out of here!

The Headphone guys run off in a panic as Daryl grew impress by his boyfriend’s strange memory.

Daryl: Damn honey. You were pretty savage. I like it.

Yumyulack: Oh um thanks. blushes

Daryl: How did you know so much?

Nervous, Yumyulack decided to lie as he gulps so his boyfriend won’t find out about his new powers.

Yumyulack: Oh um, I just took uh, psychic lessons…?

Jesse: Wha?

Daryl: Oh that’s nice! See you later babe.

Daryl kisses Yumyulack on the cheek as Yumyulack blushes. But as soon as Daryl left, Yumyulack frowns and looks down depressingly.

Yumyulack: What am I doing?

Jesse: Nice going Yum bear! Do you know how much trouble is gonna… are you okay?

Yumyulack: No. Who am I kidding? What am I doing? I can’t use my new psychic powers. It’s gonna make me look like a freak. I fear it might push Daryl away from me. I gotta be careful. Plus, we promised Korvo to not use our powers. So, I think it’s best if I don’t use them at school. Or anywhere with my boyfriend around.

Jesse: Aw don’t worry Yumbear. I’ll stick by you just in case something bad happens.

Yumyulack: smiles Thanks sis. Let’s head home. I bet Korvo and Terry are started to worry about us.

Yumyulack and Jesse went home but a mysterious shadow is staring evilly at them. Later, at nighttime, Terry started to moan in fear as he began to experience a nightmare about his past. In his nightmare, he sees his parents being murdered.

Terry: No no no!

Baby cries were heard as it was revealed Terry’s parents were murdered when he was a baby.

Terry: Mom… dad…

As the whole nightmare flashes in white, Terry wakes up gasping in horror. He then begins to cry as Korvo wakes up and grows concern over his husband.

Korvo: Sweetie, what’s wrong? Are you okay?

Terry: weeping as tears stream down like a waterfall I just had a nightmare over my parents’ death when I was a baby.

Korvo: What?! Oh honey. There there. kisses him on the forehead It’s gonna be okay. I’m here.

Terry smiles as he snuggles with his husband lovingly. The next morning, Legendary Super Shlorpian and Solar Flare are now trying to defeat a giant robot.

Terry/Solar Flare: Okay honey, I think the weakness is in those laser eyes! Use your ice breath.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: On it!

Legendary Super Shlorpian uses his ice breath towards the robot’s eyes.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Now sweetheart!

Terry/Solar Flare: Okay let’s… suddenly started see the traumatic flashback about his parents getting killed by a monster and starts breathing in and out

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Everything okay honey?!

Solar Flare gets hit by the robot as he screams and gets knock into a building as he moans.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Hey! No one messes my husband you bitch!

Korvo transforms into his Super Shlorpian form and uses his ice breath to blow up the robot as it explodes. He then picks up Terry and flies home as the town cheers for them. Later back at home, Janiz start putting bandages on Terry as Korvo began to grow concern about his husband.

Korvo: Jesus Christ honey, this is the other panic attack you had in a row. What has gotten into you?

Terry: Oh uh, I don’t know. It was traumatic and hard to erase for me.

Korvo: Terry, I really think you need help. How about you see a therapist or a doctor.

Terry: But, I’ll be fine. See?!

An image of the monster pops out of Terry’s head as he screams. He started to breath in and out. He leaves in a rush. Later, he started to clean the dishes as traumatic attack as Korvo groans once he started to head out the door

Korvo: Okay, I’m gonna go now. I need to-

Suddenly, Terry snapped and grabbed Korvo’s left hand as he gasp.

Terry: snapping DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING LEAVE ME!

Korvo gasp as he started to cry. Terry gasp upon seeing what he did and starts to break down on his knees.

Terry: Oh no. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry! I’m sorry!

Terry breaks down in tears as Korvo manage to pull himself together and embrace his husband in comfort.

Korvo: Shh shh. It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Shh.

Terry: crying hysterically

Korvo: Oh honey. You’ve been so traumatized. Please, tell me what’s wrong. Let me and Janiz help you.

Terry whimpers. Meanwhile, Ophelia is busy trying to figure out a way to take away the Solars’ powers.

Ophelia: Grr! There has got to be a way to take those fucking aliens’ powers and they can be all mine.

Suddenly, she looks at the crystal ball and it plays a footage of Yumyulack and Daryl.

Daryl: Well, I better home to study. I’ll see you later baby.

Yumyulack: Okay honey see you soon.

Yumyulack kisses Daryl as he left and sighs lovingly at his human boyfriend. The footage and Ophelia grins evilly.

Ophelia: So that’s the young alien’s weakspot. A human boyfriend? This is all too easy. Now grab him for the taking so it can attract the boy and the powers will be all mine! laughs manically

Later, Daryl was studying at home, until a dart went into his throat as he gasp and collapse. Ophelia laughs evilly.

Ophelia: I got a you now! Soon, those powers will be all mine!

The next day, Yumyulack was walking to school while humming. He then notices the newspaper ad as he gasp.

Yumyulack: What the?!

Yumyulack looks closely at the ad as he gasp and the headline says, “Local Teenage Boy Goes Missing” and it shows the picture of Daryl.

Yumyulack: Oh my God! Daryl!

With no time to lose Yumyulack rushes off to find his boyfriend. Later, Korvo help Terry sit down in the couch calmly as Terry started to weep as tears stroll down his eyes.

Korvo: Okay Terry, I got Aisha and Eva here. Tell us what’s wrong.

Aisha: You tell us what’s wrong sweetheart?

Eva: Of course.

Terry sighs and takes a deep breath as he gets ready to talk about his tragic flashback.

Terry: Okay. Here it goes. The flashback plays back on Shlorp where it shows Terry’s adults nurturing baby Terry When I was a baby, my parents have always loved me and took care of me.

Then it cuts to nighttime where it shows a monster attacking Shlorp.

Terry: voiceover But then, a monster came and attack Shlorp.

Terry’s adults then sees an orphanage and got baby Terry to safety as he continues crying. Terry’s mother kiss baby Terry on the forehead.

Terry: voiceover My parents got me to safety, but they didn’t make it because, the monster took their lives.

The flashback ends with the monster murdering Terry’s parents. The scene switches back to the present as Terry then continue to weep.

Korvo: Oh honey. I had no idea.

Terry: tearfully I grew up without any adult supervision and I was placed at a Replicant caring center, where I had no love and care. That was even right before I met you Korvo years later.

Korvo: Oh Terry, I am so sorry.

Terry: Don’t be. Maybe I’m the one who should leave. Maybe I’m the one keeping myself alone.

Aisha: Hey Terry.

Eva: You are not keeping yourself alone. You still got us.

Korvo: Of course. Terry, right now, you have me, and the kids, and Janiz, and Aisha and Eva.

Terry: But, are you gonna leave me too?

Korvo: smiling Of course not honey. I will never leave you. It’s only just in case I need to run some errands. But, I promise you this. I will never leave you Terry. You’re my husband and I love you. I know you grew up without parents but at least you have a family right now. kisses Terry’s cheek

Terry: cheering up Gee, thanks honey.

The two alien husbands starts making out. Then, Terry started to carry Korvo bridal style but then, as the two husband head inside their room and Terry sat Korvo down on his bedside softly, the two husbands then see a note on Korvo’s bedside.

Korvo: Huh? What’s this?

Terry: A note? Who wrote it?

Korvo: What the fuck? How this note get here?

As Korvo picks up the note, it reads as Yumyulack’s voiceover is heard:

“Dear Terry and Korvo,

I'm going to look for Daryl. Don't look for me.

-Yumyulack”

Korvo: Oh my god...

Terry: Holy shit.

Korvo: THAT FUCKING IDIOT!!! before transforming into his Super Shlorpian form and having a tearful breakdown

Terry: Hey, Korv! Calm down!

Super Shlorpian Korvo: crying HOW THE HELL CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN OUR SON IS GONNA KILL HIMSELF?!

Terry: Don’t worry, we just have to go looking for him! Okay? Just breath.

Korvo started breathing in and out and took deep breathes as he calm down and turns back into his normal Shlorpian self.

Terry: Good. Now let’s go find our boy!

As Korvo and Terry rush down the stairs, Jesse and Pupa wonders what’s wrong.

Jesse: Uh, what’s happening?!

Pupa: Yumyulack?

Korvo: Janiz, watch Jesse and the Pupa!

Janiz: Got it!

Korvo and Terry desperately look around the neighborhood as they grow worried about where their son is.

Korvo: Yumyulack?! Yumyulack, where are you?! Come back here right now mister! Yumyulack?!

Terry: Yumyulack?! Yumyulack?! Honey, where are you?!

Suddenly, Korvo began to hear something with his super Shlorpian senses.

Korvo: What the fuck?

As Korvo listens carefully, he could hear Ophelia talking about her kidnapping on Daryl!

Ophelia: voiceover; echoing Now that I have the alien boy’s boyfriend, the Ultra Opposites will surrender to me and their powers will be all mine! laughs maniacally

Korvo gasp.

Korvo: Aw man, I don’t think Yumyulack is gonna like this!

Terry: What? What happened?

As Korvo whispered what happens in Terry’s ear as he panics.

Terry: Oh shit! We have to get there before Yumyulack does!

Korvo: Ultra Opposites, move out!

Korvo and Terry transforms into their Ultra Opposites form as Korvo transforms into his super Shlorpian form and they fly up to the sky towards Ophelia’s fortress. The two Ultra Opposites break in as Legendary Super Shlorpian turns back into his normal while taking deep breaths. Korvo uses his ice breath to blow the doors down as the minions turn and gasp. They got out their weapons and charge towards them. Solar Flare and Legendary Super Shlorpian nod at each other and uses their powers to overpower the guards.

Terry/Solar Flare: Time to play with fire! blast some the guards with his fireballs

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: You motherfuckers need to chill out! uses an ice blast that froze some of the minions

As Ophelia hear the attack coming from outside, Solar Flare and Legendary Super Shlorpian bust through the lair with death glares towards the vile empress as she gasp.

Ophelia: Solar Flare!

Terry/Solar Flare: Long time! No see bi-atch!

Ophelia: sees Legendary Super Shlorpian What?! There is more of you?! Impossible!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Nothing is impossible ya fuck!

Terry/Solar Flare: Release our son’s boyfriend you monster!

Ophelia growls and lunges towards Korvo as he gasp. Legendary Super Shlorpian starts to transform as the empress grabs him by the throat.

Ophelia: growing intrigued as she senses so much power in Korvo So, you are a Super Shlorpian! So much power! I shall take it for the taking!

Solar Flare gasp as his traumatic shows up but this time with more happy memories of him and his family. He growls as he gets up and punches Ophelia in the face once Legendary Super Shlorpian finishes transforming into his Super Shlorpian form.

Terry/Solar Flare: Nobody hurts my husband you motherfucker!

Ophelia: Why you vile little-

Legendary Super Shlorpian uses his ice breath and blast the empress away as Daryl grows shock.

Daryl: Damn.

Ophelia: Well, guess what? Your super hubby has a flat ass.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: scoffs

Terry/Solar Flare: How dare you?! My husband has a thicc ass! slaps Legendary Super Shlorpian’s ass

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Ooh. giggles You are one bad Shlorpian, Solar Flare.

Terry/Solar Flare: I’m glad I am.

The two husbands then make out, much to Ophelia’s disgust.

Daryl: Uh, are you guys gonna fight her now?

Terry/Solar Flare: Oh right. Sorry Daryl? Ready babe?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Ready!

The two alien superhero husbands then spring into action as they began to use their powers again and fought with Ophelia. Meanwhile, back on Earth, Yumyulack came home and was busy help cleaning the house roof until he heard Daryl crying out for help with his mind reading power.

Yumyulack: gasp Daryl?! Daryl!

Yumyulack growls and rushes to the fortress where he sees Solar Flare and Legendary Super Shlorpian still fighting Ophelia. He then gasp and sees Daryl lock in a cage.

Yumyulack: DARYL!

Terry/Solar Flare: Huh? Yumyulack?!

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Oh shit! Yumyulack! Get out of here!

Ophelia: Grrr! Not you again! What are you doing here?!

Yumyulack: Let go of my boyfriend, you fucking monster!

Ophelia: Oh shut the fuck up! You stupid bitch!

As Yumyulack starts to growl, purple lightening starts to appear all over his body.

Yumyulack: NOBODY MESSES WITH MY BOYFRIEND!

Yumyulack screams as he began to transform:

Yumyulack, now an Ultra Opposites give the empress a death stare as Solar Flare and Legendary Super Shlorpian gasp with joy in their eyes. Their son is now an Ultra Opposites. Daryl sighs lovingly at his boyfriend.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Prepare to meet the wrath of Psylock!

Psylock uses his brain waves to blast Ophelia as it creates as crater as she screams and falls to the floor. Yumyulack then uses his psychic powers and metalbends the bars as Daryl is released.

Daryl: Wow. You have psychic powers?

Yumyulack/Psylock: Oh shit. Daryl I can explain-

Daryl kisses Psylock as he melts into while Psylock uses his mind reading powers to blast Ophelia away.

Yumyulack/Psylock: I’m sorry I couldn’t tell ya. I was just scared of pushing you away and-

Daryl: Hey. It’s alright. I’m just glad my boyfriend came for me. Oh and don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your powers.

Yumyulack/Psylock: Thanks sweetie.

Overjoyed to see their son okay, Solar Flare and Legendary Super Shlorpian flies towards Psylock in relief and joy as they embrace their son.

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Yumyulack! Sweetheart, you’re okay! We’re so proud of you!

Terry/Solar Flare: Come here, our little boy! I can’t believe you are a super hero now!

Yumyulack/Psylock: Guys! Cut it out. You’re embarrassing me. sighs I guess I’m ground for one Earth month, huh?

Korvo/Legendary Super Shlorpian: Actually I think what you’ve been through today was punishment enough, Psylock. What do you think Solar Flare?

Terry/Solar Flare: I agree. Oh and Daryl, thank you for telling us you’ll keep our identities a secret from everyone else.

Daryl: No problem, Solar Flare.

Ophelia groans as she gets up, only to see the three Ultra Opposites giving her a death glare.

Yumyulack/Psylock: This is for messing with my boyfriend you bitch!

With that, Psylock uses his mind reading powers and blast Ophelia to the ground as she falls unconscious.

Ophelia: moaning I’ll get for this, Opposites…

As Ophelia falls unconscious, the three Ultra Opposites, after Psylock carries Daryl, flies away and heads back home. Later, the three Solars power down back into their normal Shlorpian selves.

Yumyulack: Don’t worry guys, I’ll take Daryl home.

Korvo: You boys have fun.

Terry: Love you sweetheart. So, is there anything I can do to make up for what has happened today?

Korvo: How about a little fun?

Terry: Oh ho yeah. Because, I rather move on from the fuck up traumatic past and focus the present with you.

Korvo: Aw.

Korvo and Terry then proceed to have sex after taking their clothes. Later, Yumyulack and Daryl look at each other lovingly.

Daryl: Well babe, I better get going. But don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell anyone about your powers.

Yumyulack: Thanks honey. Sorry again for lying to you.

Daryl: It’s okay. I’m just glad to be back home with my boyfriend. See you tomorrow for study?

Yumyulack: You bet.

Daryl and Yumyulack kiss as Daryl heads home and Yumyulack watches his boyfriend walking home as he sighs lovingly and smiles.

THE END

[childishgambinaax]

Delusional STALKER

Original EK fanfic 😅 - Erik trolls a delusional female that keeps harassing his girl on social media cause he doesn’t want her 😉…. Or at least that’s what he was gonna do originally.

This my first try Yall please take it easy on me.

Face claims

Bailey :

Delusional stalker (Mackenzie) :

Last but not least, yktv it’s mbj as Erik killmonger Stevens :

A/N: writing tips is definitely most appreciated cause I’m Ngl I do have trouble with like formatting dialogue properly if that makes sense

Bailey is literally about to reach her boiling point and beat a bitch ass, cause for months she’s been getting bothered by some chick that won’t let go of the fact that Erik does that want her ass. Originally Erik tried to keep Bailey from knowing but one day she came home and there was a picture of the young couple stapled to the door with her face scratched out.

It said “bitch I’m cuter, and he will realize it even if it takes a little force.”

“What the living fuck?” Bailey thought. With a swiftness she called Erik lowkey seething, she tried to keep her cool but it didn’t work and you’d think it was women’s intuition but Erik is a guy.

“Babygirl, what happened?” Erik asked confused.

“How do you even know something is wrong n’jadaka?”

“Baby, we have been dating for 6 months but we have been friends since we were kids, I know you so well that I could be your own worst enemy if I wanted to, also you don’t have a poker face.” He reminded.

“Alright good point.”

“And you were dry heaving into the receiver like you the hash-slinging slasher or some shit.”

Bailey was so tempted to hang up. “Okay bye sir.”

“Aye aye chill don’t do that, but forreal what’s wrong ma?”he asked.

“I just got home & our first date photo was staples to the door with my face scratched off, with some smart ass remark on it.”

“Did it happen to say something along the lines of ‘bitch I’m cuter’ or some shit?” He said trying to keep his voice from straining.

This caused Bailey to squint at her phone and hit FaceTime cause she was about to give Erik hell, she wanted answers now.

“Explain” she hissed when he answered.

“Well remember crazy Mackenzie from middle school? She got some life insurance money when her ma dukes died and decided it was time for a full body makeover.”

“Don’t tell me that’s her, she’s like 3 shades lighter then before?! What the hell?” Bailey exclaimed.

“It is ma, but about two weeks before we got together, remember when I went to rolling loud with steelo and Don? She pulled up too, told us it was her and started spilling all her business and shit (hence how he knew where she got the bread for all these enhancements) and after getting drunk as fuck they all messed around and had a threesome I decided to opt out of, besides all the plastic probably would’ve started a wild fire from dry friction and I’m good off that shit.”

“Okay…….. so what does that have to do with you?”

“THATS THE POINT! IT DON’T! She got all in her little ass feelings that I don’t wanna fuck her little weirdo ass, getting a botched bbl does not mean imma magically want you & I was not tryna mess up the progress I was making with you.” Erik deadpanned.

“Is that why we just went public with the relationship a month ago?”

“Yes baby, she was harassing my exes and my old hoes-

“Hoes?”

“Stop it you know I cut all of them off dammit, the point is the bitch can’t take rejection.” He snapped.

“I’m just kidding, but if this really is the same Mackenzie from middle school, then she ain’t shaking shit over here.”

“I don’t know, underestimating people is what most people downfall is.” Erik says.

Now Erik just wishes he handled it all those months ago when Bailey first brought it to his attention, cause aside from the constant social media harassment, things started getting really out of hand. Bailey’s tires have been slashed, the side profile camera at her job caught someone putting sugar in her tank. Erik ended up having to get her a whole new car after that, when they finally moved in together 8 months into the relationship not even a week after moving in “stank hoe” was burned into the lawn. What set Erik over the edge is someone (but we know who’s behind it) replaced Bailey’s lady Shelly shampoo with nair (yes Shellyann fraiser has her own haircare products) it’s unfortunate but he immediately pieced together what was going on when the product was rinsing out pink & his scalp started to burn.

Sis was so deep in her thoughts of trying not to result to violence till it was interrupted by her boyfriends yell in agitation. “Erik what the fuck is wrong with yo- …….oh……..oh shit.

“That’s it, I’m gonna kill this stupid bitch.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Breathe baby.” Bailey said approaching him with a towel. “Let’s make sure your hair is rinsed out properly & then go to steelo barbershop okay?”

He really didn’t say a word he just let out a strained breath and nodded.

After carefully washing Erik’s hair they both got dressed and she made steelo aware that they were coming but what he didn’t know is how bad a condition Eriks hair was in, to sum it up everything that wasn’t new growth was breaking off with little to no tension. The two walked in and steelo was pleased to see his best friends finally settle down.

“Ayeeee yoooo- uh wait fam what’s up with the look on your face ? And this the first time I’ve ever seen your locs looking like lil Wayne’s 7 dreads.” Steelo said confused.

“Mackenzie happened dude, she put it in my shampoo hoping I would use it, but Erik got to it first…”

“Yeah that boy looking mad as Fuck he definitely gonna kill that bitch.” He said, Mackenzie & steelo ended up busting out laughing cause for some reason the accuracy was hilarious but there was nothing funny about what he was gonna do when he got his hands on that women.

Steelo had two more customers waiting, that Erik ended up telling him to go head & handle first cause they assumed steelo was gonna stop and take care of Erik first. Well, that’s pretty much what was gonna happen but they started talking crazy and steelo was .5 seconds from kicking both they ass out with a spray on hairline. Bailey fell asleep for a bit till she felt a tap.

“Sleeping beauty, aye.” Erik says.

*Tap tap tap tap* *shakes lightly*

“Huh?”

“Hey beautiful, how you like the new look?” Erik asked ?

Erik was already a snack with the locs but with the waves he looked like a full course meal and Bailey was willing to take the cussing out that came with them fucking on steelo loveseat.

“Why you looking at me like that ma?” Erik said licking his lips.

Sis had a bold moment she didn’t respond, she just grabbed ‘lil Erik’ and it made his eyes widen in shock. Bailey is a silent freak, Erik literally had no idea what he was getting into until they were intimate with no one around, with all the women he’s been with no one seemed to be able to make him cum from head… until Bailey of course. His world has been turned upside down ever since, and quite frankly he doesn’t think he’d be able to settle for less then what she has to offer in & outside the bedroom. (Y’all didn’t think, that he doesn’t appreciate everything Bailey does for him right lol?)

“Wait wait wait hold that thought baby, I got to handle that bitch first.” And the smile he had made her stomach drop, it’s been about 2 years since killmonger popped out it’s like being able to flip it on and off mentally like metaphorical light switch connected to his mild yet rare form of ptsd.

“No…. No Erik we have enough evidence to build a solid cause with the police, you don’t even have to do this.”

“Man fuck 12, if she’s willing to do this who knows what she will try next? What if you were the one that used the shampoo? Baby your beautiful regardless but I want you cutting your hair to stay least be your choice. The fuck am I supposed to do wait till it’s rat poison?”

“Listen woe, don’t mean to hop in the convo but Bailey is right you don’t need all that right now you been doing so good & nobody likes 12 in this room but this is enough to put her ass away for some time you feel me?”

Erik stared at steelo, and shook his head. “Fam this bitch SHOULD’VE been eradicated the second she pulled that shit with stapling that picture to Bailey front door, I get it you guys just care bout my safety but I’m not arguing bout this, just watch Bailey for me till I get back.”

“I am not a child-

“It’s not about you being a child it’s about you not following me, I need you to trust me.” He said sternly.

“I do, it’s killmonger I don’t trust.”

Erik shut his eyes. “I can understand that, but me and him have one thing in common.”

“What’s that?”

“That we both love you to death.” He said before his eyes snapped back open noticeably darkened & she knew who she was looking at.

He took a step forward & pressed a kiss to her forehead before dappin steelo up and walking out the back door of the barbershop.

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Colder in the Summertime

Paranormal Preteens AU: Episode Nine

A JSE Fanfic

There’s not a lot of the supernatural in this part, but it’s important anyway. Oh boy. It’s very important. The boys have a meeting about what they should do before summer vacation ends. Afterwards, Chase’s mom sits him down and explains exactly why Schneep is staying with them. And, uh, the reason isn’t a happy one. I’ll leave you to your reading from there. Fun fact, the title for this part is a lyric from a song that I listened to over and over while writing it. Bonus points to anyone who gets it :)

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It was no longer the height of summer, but Zelly’s Soda and Ice Cream was still pretty busy. The whole gang—Chase, Schneep, Jackie, and the twins—had claimed a table near the back of the restaurant. It was a bit emptier back here, but there were still plenty of people nearby. Hopefully they were all busy with their own stuff and weren’t listening in on the five’s conversation.

“So did you end up getting a job here, Jackie?” Marvin asked. “They don’t have that sign in the window anymore.”

“Yep,” Jackie said. “Sylvester did, too. Both of us are part-time.”

“Are they gonna make you start working soon? Do we have to hurry through talking?”

Jackie laughed. “No, that’s not how jobs work. They don’t make you do stuff whenever they see you, they make a schedule for you to follow. Like school. I don’t have a shift today.”

“That’s so cool!” Chase gasped. “I’d love to work somewhere with food. Do you get free ice cream?”

“I get a discount, yeah,” Jackie said. “That’s how I was able to buy this.” He indicated the basket of cheesy fries on the table. “And how I’m going to be able to buy all the stuff you guys order. Do you think it’s a good idea to have all that sugar?”

What are you, our mom? JJ asked. Marvin laughed.

“No, but I don’t want to hear from your moms about you guys having a sugar rush,” Jackie said. “Anyway. School’s starting soon.”

Chase groaned loudly. Ah, yes. School was only a couple weeks away. Summer was going to end. And when that happened, everything would change. Schneep would go back to Germany, Jackie would be in a different year with more homework, and it would become a lot harder to hang out with Marvin and Jameson without kids in his school making fun of him for being friends with weirdos. Even if the twins were fun, nice weirdos. Kids didn’t care if you were fun or nice, just if you were different.

“Not very excited, I see,” Jackie muttered, looking around the table. In addition to Chase’s groan, Jameson made a face, Schneep had gone pale, and Marvin leaned back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling with an expression of vague but certain doom.

“School fucking sucks!” Marvin shouted.

“Don’t be so loud,” Schneep said, glancing around. Several people had looked at their table.

“I was being loud?” Marvin asked, confused. He looked at JJ. “Was I being loud?” JJ shrugged. “Well. I was loud because school really fucking sucks. It’s noisy and boring and crowded and shitty.”

“I don’t wanna do exams,” Chase muttered. “I hate exams.”

It’s the pressure, JJ agreed. They’re timed, and worth so much of your grade, too.

“I think exams are fine,” Schneep said quietly, a bit shy to go against the others. “Once they are done, they are done. It is the studying at home that is...bad.”

“What’re you worried about? You’re, like, a genius,” Chase said jokingly.

Schneep looked at him, then quickly looked away, saying nothing.

“Back to my point,” Jackie said. “When school starts, we’re all gonna be busy. It’ll be harder to get free time to investigate the weird stuff around town. So, before that happens, we need to handle the biggest weird thing we can find. The one that’ll take a lot of time and planning. And I have an idea what. Do you remember that giant dog that broke into Chase’s house?”

“No, I forgot about that,” Chase said sarcastically.

Jackie smiled a bit. “Well, I think we need to find that and take care of it.”

Take care of it how? Jameson asked.

“I don’t know. We need to figure that out.”

“Are we gonna kill a dog?” Marvin gasped. “I don’t wanna kill a dog!”

“You are still a bit loud,” Schneep pointed out, glancing around uneasily.

“We don’t have to go that far,” Jackie hurriedly said. “Not if we don’t have to. Just...get it out of town.”

Marvin let out a breath of relief.

When does school start, again? Jameson asked. I’m asking so we know our deadline.

“The fifteenth,” Chase said. “Mom’s made sure I know.”

“That’s my birthday,” Schneep mumbled.

Your birthday’s coming up? Jameson said, surprised. It starts on the first day of school?

Schneep nodded.

JJ grinned. Happy birthday! How old are you going to be?

“Twelve.”

“That’s so cool,” Marvin added. “I mean, it kind of sucks that it’s on the first school day, because then you can’t have a party actually on your birthday. We’ll have to have one the Saturday before or something. Ooo, what do you want? I bet JJ can convince our parents to buy you a good present. They might want you to buy us a good present in return, though. Which sucks because then it’s not really a present if you’re getting something for it. Besides our birthday is on Halloween and that’s like two months away, so who really wants to already be roped into���”

“No way,” Chase interrupted. “Your birthday is not on Halloween.”

“It fucking is,” Marvin said. “That’s how come I have such strong magic, because I was born on the witches’ new year.”

“No, I don’t believe you. That’s like having your birthday on Christmas.”

“People have their birthdays on Christmas all the time!”

Chase, that is ACTUALLY our birthday, JJ jumped in. I know what you’re thinking, but I promise you, we were born on October 31st.

“Really?” Chase stared at him, still a bit doubtful. Jameson would easily back up one of Marvin’s... witch things. But he looked sincere. “Huh. That’s funny.”

“We’ll all get everyone presents for their birthdays when they come up,” Jackie said. “But right now, we need to focus.”

“How are we supposed to take care of the big dog?” Schneep asked quietly. “It is...big. And we have no clue where it is.”

“I was looking around for that, actually,” Jackie said. “There’s been a lot of sightings of wolves and wild animals in the neighborhoods. A few attacks. Nobody’s been killed, thank god, but there have been injuries. Oh, hang on.” He reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a street map of Hollewych, which had probably been taken from his car. “I’ve made X marks where there’s been a sighting reported in the newspapers. They’re all concentrated over here.” He circled the area with the most Xs.

“That’s my neighborhood,” Chase said, a bit worried. “I guess that makes sense why it showed up at my house, then. Do you think it’ll show up again?”

Jackie hesitated. “Probably not,” he said slowly. “I, uh...haven’t seen any repeated sightings in the news. So I don’t think it’ll be in the same place twice.”

“Like lightning,” Marvin said.

Chase glanced at Schneep, expecting him to say something about how lightning does actually strike the same place twice. But Schneep was quiet.

So how do we track it down? JJ asked. Should we stake out the neighborhood?

“Well, I noticed something,” Jackie said. “These are the older sightings, and these are the newer ones. Do you see how they’re sort of drifting that way? To the east?”

Towards the inside of the city, JJ agreed. So we can figure out where it might be next because it’s going east?

“But what do we do when we see it?” Chase asked.

“Hmm.” Marvin hummed. “Maybe there’s some way to turn it back into a normal dog.”

“How do you know it used to be a normal dog?” Chase folded his arms. “Maybe it’s always been a big monster dog.”

“Well, I don’t know. But listen. I was thinking about how my crystal collection helped protect us from the mushrooms. I was wondering if we could somehow use that. Like, maybe if we threw a big crystal at the dog, and it stayed near it for long enough, the crystal would...push the evil monster-y bits out of it.”

“That’s a good idea,” Jackie said. “But we should come up with something else, too, just in case.”

A moment of silence passed. Chase expected Schneep to say something, to come up with some sort of idea. But he just sat there.

The dog was hungry when it broke into Chase’s house, JJ finally said. Maybe it’s out walking around looking for food. Maybe we can lure it out of the city with some sort of bait.

“Like dog food?” Chase asked.

“Maybe if we get meat or something,” Jackie speculated. “Like a steak. Dogs like human food more than dog food, I hear. I think I could get something like that.”

“Okay.” Marvin nodded. “Okay, so I have an idea. We get some meat of some kind, and drive around looking for the monster dog. When we find it, we put the meat on the ground. The dog goes to eat it, and that’s when we try the crystal thing. If that doesn’t work, then we get into Jackie’s car and hang more meat out the window so the dog can see and smell it. Then we drive out of town, and it follows us, leaving forever.”

“Thanks for volunteering my car,” Jackie muttered.

“Well it’s probably really fast, huh? Because it’s so big,” Marvin said. “We can’t outrun normal-sized dogs on our bikes, so we need a car.”

“No, I get it, I just...I’m going to need to come up with some explanation for my dad.” Jackie sighed. “You know this might take a while, right? We could be driving around every night until school starts.”

“Not night,” Chase said. “Mom’s gonna crack down on bedtime, soon.” Which was totally unfair. School didn’t start for weeks, why did he have to start going to bed earlier now? Especially when it was still really light outside at the time when Mom said he should go to sleep.

“Yeah, our mam and dad are gonna do that, too,” Marvin said. JJ nodded in agreement, looking unhappy.

“Well, the animal sightings usually happen later,” Jackie said. “But maybe we could do it in the evenings. After dinner or something. Heh. It’s a good thing it doesn’t get dark early like in winter.”

“What are we supposed to tell our... guardians?” Schneep asked awkwardly.

Jackie sighed. “I don’t know. I guess you’ll all have to come up with that for your own parents. If it helps, you can say I’ll be there to watch you guys.”

The table went silent for a little bit. Chase thought about what he could tell his mom. Maybe he could say that he was trying to get as much “outdoor time” as possible before school started, trapping him indoors. She would like that. It made her happy to see him active.

“Oh hey Chase, look,” Marvin said, pointing. “It’s that girl you hate.”

Chase stiffened. “Don’t point,” he hissed, ducking behind the napkin holder.

Indeed, Heather Westing was sitting at a table in Zelly’s. It was halfway across the restaurant, but still within easy eyeshot. She was there with a woman who was probably her mom, and one of her sidekicks: Curly Hair. Weirdly, her other sidekick, Pink Glasses, was nowhere to be seen. Chase watched her for a few seconds, then decided she hadn’t noticed them and relaxed a little. “Just ignore her,” he said slowly.

Marvin shrugged. “Sure.”

Also I see our ice cream, JJ added, pointing at a waiter carrying a tray with five cups of ice cream.

“Don’t point at him, either,” Chase said. “Don’t point at anyone. It just draws attention to you, and we’re trying to be discerned.”

Jackie chuckled. “Do you mean discreet?”

Chase blinked. “Uh. Yeah. That.”

“Discreet,” Schneep repeated idly, trying out the word. Chase looked at him, waiting for him to ask what it meant. But...nothing.

The waiter arrived, dropping off their ice cream and chatting with Jackie a little bit. The group dug into their ice cream, but as they did, Chase watched Schneep. Paying close attention to him.

++++++++++++++++++++

Schneep had been acting weird ever since they’d gotten back from the camping trip, a bit over a week ago. Quiet, mostly. Over the summer, Schneep had relaxed a little around Chase. The two of them talked a lot, went on walks, and Schneep found he liked some of Chase’s favorite TV shows. But now it was back to how he acted at the start. He barely spoke, and spent almost all of his time in his room. Even though the door still stayed open, he wouldn’t respond much when Chase stopped outside and looked in. One word replies at most.

Chase was worried. Was Schneep mad at him? Did he think he’d ruined the camping trip by bringing the mushrooms? The rest of the trip had been fun, but Chase knew that fighting magical fungus had been... not ideal.

He didn’t know how to talk to Schneep about it. The most he figured out was asking Schneep how he was feeling, if he was alright, and Schneep’s responses were short every time. Chase knew he needed help to figure out what to do after that. So he went to the person he could depend on for help with this feelings stuff.

“Mom?” Chase slowly opened the door to his mom’s bedroom. “Are you, uh...doing work stuff?”

Mom’s bedroom was a bit more crowded now that all the office stuff had been moved there to make way for Schneep’s room, but it was still bigger than Chase’s. And more boring, too. The walls were painted a pale gray, completely undecorated except for a single painting Mom had done at some work “retreat” a couple years ago. Bookshelves lined one wall, full of big chapter books with tiny print, and a long, low dresser sat against the opposite wall. The office stuff was shoved into the back corner, while the big bed was by the wall with the window. There used to be a TV in here, but Chase’s dad had taken that when he moved out.

“No, I’m not busy right now,” Mom said. She was lying in bed with a book, but sat up when Chase opened the door. “What is it?”

“I, uh... can I ask you something?” Chase stepped fully into the room.

“Of course, sweets.” Mom slid a bookmark into her book and put it down on the mattress. “Anything.”

“How, uh...how do you know if someone is... upset? With you? Without him, uh...telling you?”

“Well, it depends on the person, but there are some signs,” Mom said. “Usually they don’t want to see you, or try to avoid you. Maybe they make passive-aggressive comments—you know, the ones that sound mean but aren’t shouting or anything, just a weird, rude tone. Sometimes they seem cold, or snippy. Do you think someone’s upset with you, Chase?”

“Well, uh...” Chase closed the door to Mom’s room and leaned against it. “I think Sch—Henrik’s been a little...I don’t know. He’s not talking to me. And I think I might’ve done something wrong.”

“Oh, Chase.” Mom sighed. “It’s possible that he’s upset with you, but it’s more possible that he’s not. Henrik... has his own problems. I think those might be bothering him.”

“Oh.” Chase paused. “Is he sad that he’s almost going home?”

Mom stared at him. “What?”

“What?” Chase was confused by his mom’s confusion.

“What do you mean, ‘he’s almost going home’?” Mom asked.

“At the end of the summer,” Chase said. “He has to go back to Germany. You always say that you can’t be on vacation forever.”

“Chase, Henrik isn’t on vacation,” Mom said. “He’s staying with us for more than the summer.”

“Oh.” Chase paused. “So...did his parents, like, sign him up for an exchange program at school? That’s a thing, right? Where a kid spends a year at a school in another country?”

“Chase.” Mom was stunned, and possibly a little disappointed. “Henrik isn’t just staying with us for a little bit. He lives with us now.”

“...huh?” That only made Chase more confused. “But I thought...”

“If he was only staying for a little bit, I would’ve made him sleep in your room, instead of giving him a room of his own,” Mom said. “Why do you think I bought him a whole bunch of clothes, including a uniform for school?”

“You didn’t say he was living with us forever,” Chase emphasized.

“I thought I did.” Mom sighed. “Maybe you weren’t listening. It was in May. You were... adjusting.”

Chase stood there for a moment. He didn’t mind that Schneep was going to be living with them. Well, maybe he minded a little bit. But that was mostly because he was upset with himself for not realizing that, and preparing his brain for that fact. Still, it didn’t make sense to him. “What about Uncle Albrecht and Aunt Maggie? Don’t they want him to go back?” He gasped. “Did something happen to them?!”

“No, nothing happened to them. They—” Mom shook her head and sighed. She stared at Chase, eyes scanning him. Chase had seen that look a couple times. She was trying to decide if he was old enough to hear something grown-up. Last time she’d given him that look was when he asked where babies came from. Now? There was something different about it. Still serious, but a different type of serious. “Chase, come sit down,” she finally said.

“...Okay.” Chase walked over and hopped onto the edge of Mom’s bed. It was taller than his, and his feet dangled a couple inches off the ground. Of course, Mom, sitting next to him, didn’t have that problem.

Mom was quiet for a moment. “Chase.” When she spoke, her voice was just as serious as her look had been. “Henrik’s parents aren’t allowed to take care of him anymore.”

“What?” Chase blinked. “I don’t get it. How can you not be allowed to take care of your kid?”

“Well.” Mom paused. “A parent’s job is to...parent their kid. Some people are really good at that, and some people aren’t. When a mom, or a dad, or both, are so bad at parenting that it ends up... ends up hurting their kid, either by accident or...not, then...then there are people who step in and say they can’t do it anymore.”

“What people?”

“It’s part of the government. A lot of countries have an organization that takes care of kids, and makes sure that parents aren’t...you know. Doing bad things. America has one, and the UK has one, and Germany has one.” Mom took a deep breath. “See, what happened was that the organization in Germany found out that Henrik’s parents were... they were being really mean to him. And he was suffering because of it. So they wanted Henrik to go live with relatives, but he doesn’t have any in Germany, so they contacted the organization here, and those guys contacted me. They told me what happened, and asked if I wanted Henrik to stay with us. And I said yes.”

Chase didn’t say anything. He looked down at his legs, hanging off the side of the bed, his heels gently hitting the bedframe. “So... is... Did Henrik want to stay here, too?”

“I think he was having a little trouble,” Mom said quietly. “It’s a whole different country, after all. But he didn’t want to live with Uncle Albrecht and Aunt Maggie anymore. He’s, um... he’s very sad. And scared. And a lot of other things. So, that might be why he’s not talking to you right now.”

“I...” Chase swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. “While we were on the camping trip, I said that he was going to leave at the end of summer. He asked me something like, ‘is that true,’ and I said it was, and he went kind of quiet. And he’s been kind of quiet since then.”

“Oh, sweets,” Mom whispered.

“I-I didn’t know that he was gonna be staying with us.” Chase tightened his hands into fists, bundling the cloth of his shorts together. “If I did, I wouldn’t have said that. Oh my god. He—he probably thinks we’re gonna send him back, a-and you said he didn’t want to be there anymore—”

“Chase, honey, calm down.” Mom wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him close to her. “It was a mistake. You didn’t know. And if you tell Henrik that you’re sorry, and that it was a misunderstanding, I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

“H-how do I do that?” Chase asked quietly.

“It’s easy, don’t worry. You have to walk up to him and say you want to talk. You mention that thing that you said during the camping trip, and explain that you didn’t know he was going to stay with us. You tell him that you know now, and that you’re sorry that you upset him.”

“I say sorry even if it wasn’t on purpose?”

“Yes, you say sorry even if it wasn’t on purpose. Because it still made him sad, and if you don’t say sorry, it sounds like you don’t care about that.”

“But I do,” Chase said softly. “I didn’t want to upset him.”

“You tell him that, then.” Mom gave him a gentle smile. “Henrik is a smart boy. And he knows you well. He’ll understand. And if he doesn’t, come tell me, and I’ll help.”

Chase let out a long breath. “Okay.” He nodded. His eyes felt a little wet. “I-I’ll go do that right now.” He stood up from the bed, landing on the floor, but didn’t walk away.

“Go on,” Mom said encouragingly. “You can do it.”

“I can do it,” Chase repeated. He inhaled slowly. “Okay. I’m...gonna go do that.” Now he started walking to the door.”

“Good luck,” Mom said. “I’ll be here if you need anything.”

++++++++++++++++++++

Aunt Jess had told Schneep that there were snacks in one of the kitchen cabinets—one of the ones on the bottom—and that he was welcome to take one whenever he wanted. She said that he didn’t even need to ask, just tell her when they were getting low. But he still asked. Just in case the rules changed.

Today, though, he didn’t really want to talk to her. He hadn’t really wanted to talk to her or Chase at all recently. There wasn’t a point to it anymore. Not when he wasn’t going to see them again. So, when Schneep saw Chase go into his mom’s room, he crept down the stairs and went into the kitchen. He found the cabinet Aunt Jess had pointed out and opened it up, looking for something to eat. Ideally, something that wouldn’t leave crumbs. He was going to eat it in his room, and he didn’t want to clean that up.

He picked out a small packet of colorful candies labeled as Jelly Babies, then carefully closed the cabinet so it wouldn’t slam. And when he let out a little breath of relief, that’s when he heard the laughter behind him.

Schneep stiffened and spun around, hiding the candy behind his back. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, right under the ceiling light, was a shadowy figure. Despite the bright light shining down directly on it, the figure looked dark. Schneep felt his heart speed up. It was that same shadow that he’d seen in his room a few weeks ago. The same one Chase had seen in the library. Why was it here again?

“Hi, Henrik,” whispered a voice. A boy’s, maybe a teenager’s. “They’re talking about you.”

Schneep opened his mouth. But nothing came out. Not words, not a scream, nothing.

“Up there.” The shadow raised his hand, pointing at the ceiling. “They’re talking about you. They’re talking about how much of a scaredy-cat you are.”

Still nothing. Schneep’s muscles were locked in place. He glanced around without turning his head. The shadow blocked the entrance to the hallway, but the way to the dining room was open. If only he could make himself move.

“Are you scared?” The shadow asked. “Right now?” He paused, as if waiting for an answer. When Schneep stayed silent, he took a step forward. “What about now?” Still, Schneep couldn’t answer. So the shadow took another step. “Or now?”

He should run. Turn and sprint away before the shadow closed in on him. But he just couldn’t move.

“Your friends call you something else,” the shadow said. “Schneep. That’s a nickname, right? Can I call you that? You can call me something, too.” Something flickered in the shadow’s face. Teeth. White teeth, stretched in a smile right where the mouth would be, the only visible feature, stark against the darkness of the shadow. “Schneep, do you like games? I love games. Do you want to play together? All your friends can, too. So, do you?”

Schneep finally managed to do something. He took a step backwards.

“Are you scared now?” the shadow whispered. “Do you know what it’s like to be afraid?”

The terrible silence was broken by the sound of steps coming down the staircase. Light and fast—Chase, not Aunt Jess. The shadow turned and looked towards the noise. He tilted his head. While he was distracted, Schneep started to step to the side, trying to edge around the shadow.

“Schneep? Are you down here?” Chase called.

The shadow laughed. “Are you down here?” he repeated in a singsong voice.

Chase’s footsteps stopped. Then burst into a run. Chase himself appeared in the kitchen entrance. His eyes landed on the shadow, flicked towards Schneep, then went back to the shadow. “Get the heck out of here!” he shouted.

Again, the shadow giggled. And just like that, it vanished.

“Oh my god! Schneep, are you okay?!” Chase hurried over and started patting Schneep’s arms and torso as if checking for injuries.

“Mir geht—I-I am alright,” Schneep said shakily. “You do not need to touch me, I am not hurt.”

“Sorry.” Chase abruptly stopped, taking a step backwards. “Jeez, what does that shadow guy want?”

“He...said something about playing games,” Schneep said quietly. “And asked me if I was afraid.”

Chase paused. “Did you...say anything back?”

Schneep shook his head. He looked down at his hands. The plastic bag of candy had been scrunched under his tight grip.

“Okay. Okay. I mean, that was probably a good idea.” Chase put his hands in his pockets. He kicked the floor idly, socked feet slipping on the tiles. “Um... do you wanna... watch TV?”

“No thank you,” Schneep said. “I-I will just go back to my room.”

“Okay, but, um...” Chase seemed to be having trouble coming up with words. “I, uh... I-I want to talk to you about something. So, uh...do you wanna go sit on the couch? And talk?”

This was different. Schneep had never seen Chase so awkward, and he’d never heard that tone in his voice. After a moment, he nodded. “Okay.”

“Great! I mean, um, good.” Chase started walking backwards. “Let’s, uh...go, then.” He made sure that Schneep was following him before he turned around and walked forwards again.

They made their way to the living room and sat on the sofa the same way they always had: with Chase on the right and Schneep on the left. Only this time Chase wasn’t slumping against the back as he usually did. He was upright, at attention. That, more than anything, told Schneeep this was important. The silence in the room felt heavy. Waiting. Schneep put the packet of candy down on the coffee table and placed his hands in his lap, where they fiddled with the edge of his sweater. “What is it?” he asked quietly.

“I...um...” Chase was still struggling with words. “I didn’t know—I mean, I-I thought you were only visiting for the summer. But Mom told me just now that that was wrong. She also told me earlier, before you got here, but I guess I forgot. I, uh... I know now. That you’re staying with us for... like, forever. So... I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, somehow, by saying that you were gonna go back home at the end of summer. I-I didn’t know. But I’m still sorry.”

Schneep stared at him. “Wait. So...I-I am staying? That didn’t change?”

“No. I mean yes! I mean—” Chase made a frustrated noise. “Yes, you’re staying. No, that didn’t change.”

“For how long?”

“For forever. Or, I guess, until you’re old enough to live on your own and decide to move out. But that’s the same with me, too. And anyone. When you grow up you move out. If you want to. Some people don’t. But, uh, yeah. Mom’s gonna... take care of you. A-and you’re gonna still live in your bedroom upstairs. And stuff.” Chase looked distinctly nervous now, and was talking to fill up space.

“...oh.” Schneep looked away from Chase, processing all this. 

“I-if I made you think you weren’t staying, that’s my fault, cause I didn’t know,” Chase said, somewhat hurriedly. He waited for Schneep to say something else. But when that didn’t happen, he coughed and continued. “Are you... happy about that? About living here?”

“I...yes, I am,” Schneep said.

“You don’t... sound like it,” Chase said slowly.

“Well, there are other feelings, too.” Scheep paused, trying to figure out how to explain this. He took a deep breath. “Chase, do you remember the mushrooms on the camping trip? When they put everyone to sleep and gave them dreams? I was dreaming that... that I was living here. That I had always lived here. That Aunt Jess was my mom, and you were...” He trailed off. “I liked that dream. But... I felt... bad about it, too. I thought... I thought ‘I should be home. I should not like this dream, it is like... like I am traitoring Mama and Papa.’”

“Betraying?” Chase asked.

“Yes. That.”

Chase blinked. His nervousness had veered into anxiety. “Um... Mom told me... just now... that your parents weren’t... good at being parents.”

“I do not think they were,” Schneep muttered.

“She said they were mean.”

Schneep didn’t respond to that. He just squeezed the edge of his sweater tighter, making a small ball of the fabric.

“But I guess... you still gotta like your parents,” Chase said slowly. “You still spend a lot of time with them, and live with them, and eat with them. Sometimes I think Mom’s being really unfair, and I say I hate her, but I know I don’t. I guess that’s what it’s like for you, only... there are more unfair moments.”

Schneep looked back over at Chase. “Aunt Jess is really nice. You think you hate her sometimes?”

Chase shrugged. “I think all kids hate their parents sometimes. Just... sometimes it’s right.”

“Hmm.” They both went quiet for a moment, looking at each other. Then Schneep took a deep breath, “I-I did not want to go back home. I do not. I-I am very glad I can stay here. Because Aunt Jess is really nice, and so are you. I am... Thank you. For explaining that it was a mistake.”

“No problem.” Chase gave a small smile, which quickly disappeared. “Uh... I’m not good with all this stuff. Like, talking about feelings and stuff. But if you want to talk about feelings, I’ll, uh... try to be good. I’ll shut up and let you talk.”

“Thank you,” Schneep said softly. “But I think I am not ready for that. Well...I talk with Rya about it, but she makes it really easy.”

Chase blinked. “Who?”

“She is...” Schneep paused, blanking on the long English word. “She is this lady that Aunt Jess takes me to see on Wednesdays. She is good at this.”

“Oh, wait. I think I know her.” Chase nodded. “She’s like...a psychologist or something.”

“Ja, that’s the word.” Schneep nodded back. “How do you know?”

“Oh. Um.” Chase shifted position awkwardly. “After Dad left, Mom wanted me to talk with her about... stuff. But I didn’t really want to. So I stopped going.”

Schneep tilted his head. “I did not know that. Rya did not mention you.”

“I don’t think psychologists are supposed to talk about the other people they talk to. That’s, like, a rule.”

The two of them sat in silence for a while. They looked away from each other, staring at the blank television. After a few moments, Schneep picked up the packet of candy again. “Maybe... we can watch TV. Just a little bit.”

“Okay.” Chase leaned over and grabbed the remote from where it sat on top of the sofa’s armrest. “I don’t know what’s on now. But that’s fine. Right?”

“Right.”

Chase turned on the TV, flipping through the channels until he got to his usual one. Then he leaned back against the sofa. Not quite slumping like he usually does, but still more relaxed than before. A few minutes later, he tensed a little bit when he felt Schneep lean against him, head resting against his shoulder. When Schneep didn’t move away, he relaxed again.

A couple hours later, Mom came downstairs to start making dinner and saw the two of them napping on the sofa, leaning against each other as they slept.

[thatonegaybastard]

havenet finished the pokemon scarvio dlc but thoughts so far( val dont look at this post hra)

kieran and ogerpon are my favs. kieran is having such a hard time right now i can tell ans honestly? extremely relatable . i am having a hard time too buddy. i wamt to hang iut with him i love him he is amazing.

carmine is jind of an asshole but she is just. so funny. ans also a lil bit relatable roo. like. shes like the team rocket of this dlc. singlehandedly. i like her she is so.mad all the time i love it when she goes 😡😡😡😡😡

armine has rhe scarlet coloes and kieran has the violet colors

thwie whole family is like rhe village weirdos. sillies

i wish the kids selected to go with you werent just basic ass npcs with no goal or purpose or function like they went to be like "heres your friends on the trip!!" and i was sonexcited to see rhe ne characters only to meet Default NPC 1 2 and 4. i am so sad

alao now that i think about it wheres rhe god damn blueberry school????? what the fuck

ogerpon is so adorable. how could you hurt this poor thing. it dances. it sleep. it follow u sround. i love em. ey have big starry eyes. how could you hate this thing theyre just alil guy what is erong with this village. they sre just so lil how. i wish i could do ampicnic with them and my pikemon so bad

en rhey fir started folliwinf me around i was too busy gushing over how cute they were and i accidentally walked off the edge snd plummeted 10 stories to my certain demkse. thst probably traumatized them

i wish kieran was ogerpon's fave ans not me he's so sad i dont wsnt him to be sad can my character stop being the main character for two seconds so kieran can give ogerpon theyr egod damn mask plesde. then again i was the one who best the shit outts monkeydori so thats fair actually i understand now. still.

also the trio advisor lady is totally possibly evil she said shes fucking looking for terrapgos and that s not necessarily bas but i feel like shes gonna turn evil volo has made me distrust blondes also she has crystal earrings why didnt i connect is sooner

[oknoobcom]

ARE YOU 50? SORRY, YOU ARE NOT INVITED!

I really don’t get that shit. Seriously.

In todays society, people over 50 should just retire and wait peacefully to die. Thats it. They had their chance to roll and now they have to make room for the new generation to thrive. They don’t understand this new world after all. So, if you are 50 or more, take a long vacation and prepare for the unavoidable.

REALLY ? I MEAN. REALLY ?????

Fuck no! Don’t let them make you believe that. Its a another freaking selling lie. Today at 50, you have 30 if not more years of healthy life in front of you. And with modern medicine, who know whats gonna happen.

A 50 years old dude, 50 years ago was an old guy. Literally. At 25 you were supposed to have a “real” job, 2,5 children, a mortgage and a dog.

Fast forward now to today. That’s not the case at all. Just take a look at any 50 year old dude around you. Does he look old ? Of course not. Does he look tired. Well, that depends.

Technology and modern lifestyle dragged people decades back in age. When i was a kid, 35-year-old men where really old. Old in the inside.

Look at me now. I’m 36 and i’m doing my own thing. Back then i would be a failure. No “real” job in my resume.

The Music Industry Party

Heres the deal.  Me, coming from a “music business” background i have seen this again and again. In music industry, you can’t just start at 50. You are not acceptable at that age if you are not Sting or Roger Waters or you know, someone who started at an early age and has been around for that long.

The recipe is quite clear. You have to be young, have a great body, a sharp shinny smile and maybe a good voice. This is fucking broken. Music is not football mother fuckers. You can sing and write music until your death day if you wish.

The Startups Party

And again, now with startups. Every fucking founder in the Silicon Valley dreamland has to be 25 or under. At 40 or 50, you have to have 5 companies under your belt to be qualified as an entrepreneur. The level of discrimination here is off the roof. And don’t let me start on women — age — entrepreneurship. Thats a whole different story.

What if i was a freaking accountant for 30 years and now I want to create a business on an idea i had, or a passion i got into over the years. Think of all the value a 50 year old dude brings to the table just because he has been around for 50 years. Life produces wisdom you cant buy suckers. Period.

But no. Startup-land is for kids only.

And if you think about it, the only thing that youth brings to a business is freshness (of mind and body), energy (usually consumed pointlessly) and enthusiasm. Don’t get me wrong. These are some awesome values to have, but when you are young everything else has to do with inexperience and impatience. Maybe the two most important pillars of business failure.

I get the point. If you decide to start your first gig at 50, you must be a looser. If you want a music career at 50, you are just a weird old man.

I also get the point that if a 50–60 years old dude hits a party of teenagers, he would be immediately spotted as that weirdo.

But who sends the invitations for the Startups or Music industry parties?

Things are quite different here

For music industry the ageing discrimination is ordered by the entertainment industry in general. What I’m saying is that since TV and the rest of traditional media sell easier and at a higher value the image of a young man/woman, thats what the music industry will be looking for. Otherwise they wont be able to sell. It’s that simple.

Of the other hand, the Startup ecosystem was produced from the misfits of the “regular” business cycle back in the day. People that could not imagine themselves in a cubicle for 40 hours or more a week. Those people were quite young then, since the risk of taking you own path in life, is much less when you are in your youth. People with families, mortgages and other responsibilities wouldn’t take the leap that easily.

And then it’s “Older people don’t get technology” argument. Thats a freaking lie. Try to tell that to my mother who is now a WhatsApp expert since her grand daughters photos are in there. Try to tell that to every grand mother who are now invading Facebook by the thousands since their grand-children are there.

All people need is a reason to learn technology. Yes, takes more effort for an old guy to learn the new stuff, but that’s just normal. And people do co-found companies all the time. You don’t even have to be the tech guy anymore.

Why a startup can’t be founded by three 50-years-old guys ?

Why a band of 50 years-old women can’t start writing and publishing awesome music today ?

If you have one legit answer to those questions, i would love to hear it.

So, heres the bottom line.

Shut your eyes and ears. Do what you Love. You only live once and nobody can tell you what you should or shouldn’t be doing. Follow your dreams and passions. Surround yourself with people who support you and make you a better version of yourself. Kill negativity in any form.

Be free.

ps. Here’s an awesome video from the great Gary Vaynerchuk on that same subject.

[tsvkishma]

you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?

series: my hero academia / boku no hero academia

pairings: katsuki bakugo x reader

length: 5k words

warnings: swearing, mentions of making out (w/ a minor), breach of privacy??

tags: secret relationship, enemies to lovers, high school AU, reader-insert

summary: the mutual agreement between you and your bf to keep your relationship on the DL is about to be ruined when he makes the stupid mistake to leave his phone on the table for the whole class to see

author’s note: i’m so sorry! i really tried to make it gender neutral, but it was female leaning... i apologize! i’m still pretty new to writing dis homie so please be lenient when it comes to character accuracy lol. i also apologize for the messy, unstructured writing. also thank u to bae @izvkos for proofreading!

Just as you were getting ready to doze off, the school bell rang, startling you and making you jerk up from your comfortable position on the desk with your head in your arms. Some of your classmates got up to stretch, since it was the break time between classes. Unfortunately, it had only been the end of third period and you had a long school day to go through. You let out a low groan of disappointment. I guess I’ll have to keep myself awake just a little bit longer.

To be honest, you didn’t mean to stay up all night... it was just that you couldn’t help binge-watching your favorite show last night. You convinced yourself that you were only going to watch one episode before you went to sleep... then one lead to two... then three... and then before you knew it, the birds started chirping. But, hey! It wasn’t your fault that it was so addicting!

“Oi.”

You look up to see Bakugo peering over you with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Tch, you don’t look so good today. Didn’t get enough sleep? How are you gonna be a pro hero with those bad habits of yours?”

You scoffed, “Oh, fuck off. Sorry I don’t go to sleep at 8 every night… grandpa.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want, but who’s gonna be laughing when you fail your exams next week. I see you dozing off in class, you act like Aizawa-sensei doesn’t even notice,” Bakugo grunts.

You coo, “Awe, is blasty-boy watching me during class? I didn’t know you were this deeply in love with me! So cute.”

His face went red for a moment before his usual angry expression returned, “I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU DAMMIT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR STUPID CRAP LIKE THAT!”

“Y/n! Stop teasing Bakugo like that! You know he can’t handle it...” Mina chimed in, joining the fun.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE IT?! ” screamed Bakugo.

“Quiet down back there.,” threatened Cementoss as he entered the class to prepare his next lesson.

You and Mina were just laughing at your classmate screaming his head off, it was always an amusing sight if anything. Even though Bakugo denies having a crush on you, it wasn’t true. And you knew that. He had a fat crush on you, but it was more than that! He was your boyfriend.

You guys had kept your relationship on the down-low for about a month now, your relationship only became official about a week ago, but you guys had been going on dates prior. Bakugo wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you know, to protect his ego or whatever since there has always been a rivalry between the two of you and everyone in Class 1-A was painfully aware of it. He was too proud to let anyone know that he fell for someone he once vouched as his enemy.

-

There was always constant bickering between the two of you. Whether it be something minute or something that you would argue over for a couple of days. It’s not like the arguments were unintentional because they were started just to spite the other. Bickering would start about each other’s fighting technique in battle or even accusing the other of stealing their food from the shared fridge in the dorms.

The rest of your class was so sick and tired of the ongoing feud so one day, they set out a plan (led by Kaminari and Kirishima) to lock you two in a room just to sort out your differences. They set a date where they would trick you two into thinking that there was a class activity that everyone had to attend, but it would just be you two to show up and you would smash the beef between you two, and BOOM! Problem solved.

Just as the day came for the plan, something was weirdly off about you two. The morning of, you two both came into class at the same time and it was dead silent between you two. No bickering, no petty comments, and no evil stares. As more and more people were arriving, they would immediately notice the weird tension in the air. It was strangely quiet, not just because you and Bakugo were silent, but because everyone else was too. The thought of you guys not constantly at each other’s necks that morning sort of put off the rest of the class. It felt weird to talk over the dead silence when they were so used to your guys’ voices as ambiance while they were in conversation.

As the day went on, nothing changed and you guys were still silent and ignoring each other. Obviously, everyone was suspicious about what exactly happened between you two to make you ignore one another. There was no way that you guys were angry at each other because when you were, both of you made it clear by arguing and yelling loudly.

However, before anyone had the chance to ask why you guys were so quiet,  Bakugo decided to approach you for the first time between class periods. At this point, the class was back to normal and having regular conversations with one another during break time, but all of their eyes were on you two, and their voices hushed to pay attention to the tense interaction shared between you two.

“Oi. Let’s talk,” said Bakugo bluntly.

You looked up at his crimson red eyes for a second before looking away as if his presence wasn’t even there. At this point, you didn’t know what to say to him, yet. This fired up Bakugo because within a second he started yelling again.

“HEY DUMBASS! YOU DON’T GET TO IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!” he screamed.

You turned to meet his glare annoyed, “Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t owe you shit. Leave me alone.”

He tested, “The fuck did you say to me, idiot?!”

“Fuck off, dipshit, all you ever wanna do is yell! And might I add- you do it loudly. Are you such a fucking grandpa that you can’t even hear yourself speak? Can you ever jjust shut. the. fuck. UP!” you yelled back.

The arguing continued and the rest of Class 1-A continued with their previous conversations after seeing you guys back to normal. The tension between you guys soon left their minds as they continued with the rest of their day. Unbeknownst to them, the night before you two were arguing like usual in the kitchen area of the dorms before Bakugo made his first move on you.

-

The argument started with you getting angry at Bakugo for making a mess on the counter after spilling some of his water. It was late at night and no one else was around and you two happened to wake up around the same time to get a drink of water.

“You idiot, clean up your fucking mess. You spilled it all over the counter,” you said as you gestured to the spilled water.

“Tch. I didn’t spill shit. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go clean it up yourself?” he groaned as he leaned against the counter.

Appalled, you grabbed the roll of paper towels and threw it at his head. He was caught off guard as the roll of paper hit his forehead. It fell and rolled out onto the floor. Now, he was truly annoyed.

“Fuck was that for, huh?!” he said staring at you, smoke practically coming out of his ears.

You laughed, “Just giving you a hand since it seemed like you were too fucking lazy to grab the paper towels yourself. Seems like the grandpa’s getting too old to do stuff for himself, boohoo.”

He growled, rage evident in his face. You laughed to yourself looking away from his face. The next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the fridge behind you. You were pinned by his big, rough hands and he was closer to your face than usual, yet still enraged.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless, “Let go of me, idiot! You need to learn how to take a fucking joke.”

He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on your face. You tried moving away, but now his grip on your shoulders tightened, making your breath hitch.

“What the fuck is your problem? You want me to say sorry or something? Did the paper towel knock the fucking sense out of you? Let me go!” you argued.

“What happened to all your fucking hero training? Can’t get out of my grip, huh? How pathetic,” he growled in a low tone.

You felt his eyes piercing into your own and it was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He’s never been physical with you, even with the constant bickering between you guys. This was a side of him you’ve never seen.

You started, “Look, did I hurt your feelings or something? Did I hit you really hard on the head? There’s no point in holding me against the fridge. Plus, the handle is kind of hurting my back-”

“Shut up,” he stated plainly.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact with you. Okay.... suspicious much...

You tried moving once again, then he pulled you up from the fridge only to slam you back against it, but this time harder.

“Why can’t you just fucking stay still?!” he started yelling.

“Ow! Because you’re being a fucking weirdo! There’s something fucking wrong with you, it’s starting to creep me out! What the fuck are your intentions anyway, huh?!” you argued back.

His calmness fading, he yelled back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL YOU EVER DO IS GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES LIKE YOU KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD!”

His face was inching closer and closer to your face with each word pouring from his mouth. You smirked at this.

You laughed, teasing, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”

He immediately froze after hearing that sentence spill from your mouth and avoided eye contact yet again. Oddly enough, he returned to his calmer self... If you didn’t know any better, it was obvious that that sentence held some truth with him.

“Look just-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot wide open at the shock of the situation. Bakugo Katsuki fucking kissed you... Bakugo Katsuki. The Bakugo Katsuki who always argued with you. The Bakugo Katsuki who always got on your nerves. THAT Bakugo Katsuki.

Taking you away from your thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss. He examined your face for your reaction, but you were frozen in place with your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t know what to do, as if you were a computer and you were going through some code that you weren’t programmed to handle. He looked away and scoffed at himself, mumbling.

“Of course, she didn’t fucking like that, idiot...” he mumbled.

His grip on you loosened and his hands were brought to his side and he couldn’t bear to look at you in the face again. Breaking from your frozen state, you focused your eyes on him. He pulled his face away from your point of view and was scratching his neck in embarrassment and you could notice the light blush spread on his cheeks. You felt a little tug on your heart that you’ve never felt before when looking at him. At that moment, he was just so freaking cute.

Mentally telling yourself that you’re gonna regret this later, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you again. Your lips locked with his and you closed your eyes to bask in the moment. Only this time, Bakugo’s eyes were shot wide open, but only for a second. Relief soon spread across his face and his eyes rested on your waist, pulling you closer.

Both of you guys wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever, the rivalry between you two completely non-existent. As all good things must come to an end, you pulled away from him and your eyes made contact for a second before you both looked away, blushing. Realization soon hit you and you didn’t know what to do next.

“I-”

“Uh-”

You guys stuttered at the same time, making eye contact for a second before looking away. The atmosphere between the two of you was confusing. Before you could think of another thing to say, he spoke up first.

“Good night,” he said.

He walked away swiftly and turned the corner to the hallway towards his dorm. You stood for a few seconds not knowing what to think. You released the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in and proceeded to walk towards your dorm room. Leaving the kitchen a bit of a mess for the night.

The next day it was Kaminari who was blamed for leaving the paper towel on the floor and some spilled water on the counter. Poor boy.

-

Now, the relationship that you had with ‘blasty-boy’ would probably seem complicated and confusing in the eyes of others, but you two were pretty content with where you guys were at. There was an unspoken agreement that you would keep your relationship under wraps. You knew how Bakugo always tried to upkeep his ego of being the best. You’ve always assumed that he didn’t want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you. And you didn’t necessarily mind not sharing your relationship out in the open, anyway. I mean, you guys only just made your relationship official, but it was a little hard to keep your mouth shut when you desperately wanted to gush about him with the other girls of Class 1-A.

Although, you guys have managed to maintain the rivalry between you guys in front of the others. It’s not like you guys were faking it, though. Only now, you guys saw it as fun, meaningless banter and meant nothing by it. The few times that you’ve got to spend with Bakugo alone were completely different from when you would be with him as a group. 

On one of your more recent dates, he invited you to watch a movie in his dorm room and he was so adamant about keeping you close to him throughout the movie. At one point in the night, you tried to get up to use the restroom real quick and his arm around your waist pulled you back down, making you fall onto his lap and you stared up at him. He ignored you and stared at the laptop screen.

“Uh... I need to go pee. Let me go, please?” you smiled up at him.

He gave you a glance and reverted his stare to the screen again, “No.”

“What do you mean no? I drank so much water because the popcorn was too salty... come on. You want me to pee on you or something?” you joked.

He laughed, “So, what if I do?”

You sat up and his gaze finally met yours and his signature smirk was plastered on his face.

You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it, “Ew, you’re so fucking gross! I’m going.”

He laughed and finally allowed you to leave, but rest assured, he snuggled up with you when you came back.

-

Right now, you were hanging with the rest of your class in the common room. On Fridays, you guys all agreed to a movie night after a long week of classes. You were sitting with the rest of the girls, settled between Momo and Mina. The movie hasn’t started yet since everyone was starting to get comfortable and settled in. A few of your classmates were grabbing popcorn and other snacks in the kitchen while the rest of you guys were just chatting. Somehow, the conversation between the girls evolved into talking about relationships.

“Oh my god! There was this really cute guy that I accidentally bumped into at lunch and apparently he’s a third-year! I hope I bump into him again, he was seriously cute,” gushed Mina.

“That’s so cute, Mina! I wish I had, like, ANY romantic interactions. My life’s so boring...” groaned Ochaco.

“Same,” said Hagakure.

The rest of the girls sort of nodded in agreement, but you just sat there sipping your juice pouch loudly.

“Y/n? You’re awfully quiet,” teased Tsu as she nudged you with her elbow.

“Well, I mean-”

“What are you ladies talking about over here, huh?” said Denki as he and the other boys inched closer to the girls to join their conversation.

Momo spoke up, “Seems like Y/n over here has a crush!” 

You covered your face in embarrassment, “No I do not! It’s... uh... look we’re just... talking?”

Kirishima teased, “Awe so who’s the lucky individual?”

“Yeah, I wanna know who captured our Y/n’s heart,” laughed Sero.

“It’s no one...” you said after trying to recover after digging yourself in a deeper hole.

“Hey, Bakugo. How do you feel about Y/n’s new crush, huh? Maybe your love for her isn’t reciprocated after all...” started Kaminari before Bakugo stood from his seat on the couch and grabbed his shirt to intimidate him.

He growled, “I don’t have a crush on Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you idiots that?!”

“You’re just jealous that Y/n’s significant other is probably hotter than you!” laughed Mina.

Visibly annoyed at the situation, Bakugo walks away rolling his eyes and mumbling, “Tch. Can’t believe I go to school with a bunch of idiots...”

“Awe, can’t take it anymore? Your love for me is so strong that it pains you to listen to this conversation, huh, Bakugo?” you teased.

“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said plainly.

The rest of your classmates on the couch got a laugh in before the topic of your potential significant other died down into smaller topics within different people. Those who were in the kitchen preparing the snacks for everyone finally came back and everyone was finding their seats around the TV and your boyfriend had yet to come back.

You pulled out your phone to text him and right as you did, Iida turned off the lights.

“Yo, Y/n. Turn off your phone it’s too bright and the movie’s about to start,” nudged Mina.

You apologized, “Sorry. I’ll turn it off in a minute I just need to text someone.”

You pulled up your boyfriend’s text log and typed in a message for him:

yo blasty boy why arent u back from the bathroom the movies starting

...also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle (lowkey of course hehe)

After sending those two messages, you put away your phone in your pocket. Everyone was concentrated on the movie and you set your attention on the TV screen until...

PING PING

A phone on the coffee table lit up brightly while making two loud notification pings. Everyone lost focus on the movie and looked over at the phone on the table. No doubt that it was your grandpa of a boyfriend’s phone pinging. Before you could do something, Kirishima grabbed it.

“Who the hell didn’t turn off their ringer? And why is it so damn loud..” laughed Sero.

Kirishima’s eyes scanned his phone for a quick second before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth in surprise.

“Holy shit! Bakugo has a girlfriend!” yelled Kirishima.

You couldn’t help but cover your face in your blanket... Bakugo was about to be so mad at you. Your secret would be out and honestly, you were glad, but you know that your boyfriend didn’t want anyone to find out anytime soon. At least, not like this.

Everyone turned to Kirishima, suddenly losing interest in the movie playing in front of them.

“Oh my god, you’re joking!” squealed Yaoyorozu.

Ojiro claimed, “There’s no way that Bakugo has a girlfriend. Not that hothead.”

“Bro, I’m not joking! And guess what... it’s someone in this room!” exclaimed Kirishima.

Everyone starts looking around the class, silently accusing their classmates of being the culprit.

“Look what they said: ‘also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle‘! Someone better start speaking upppppp!” said Kaminari teasingly as he got the phone from the red-haired boy.

“So, who is it?” grinned Ochako.

Sero peeked at the phone in Kirishima’s hands, “There’s no name, it just says ‘dumbass’. That’s so like Bakugo.”

You sighed in relief. You didn’t know that Bakugo didn’t have your contact as your actual name. 

“G-guys! I don’t think Kacchan would want us to go through his phone...” protested Midoriya.

“Midoriya is right! This is not respectful behavior, we should respect our classmate’s privacy,” Iida said matter-of-factly.

Kaminari replied, “Aw, come on you guys are no fun! It’s harmless, anyway! If it really is someone in our class, we were bound to find out! It’s inevitable!”

You grab the phone from him and said, “Wow, Kaminari, I didn’t know you had the vocabulary capacity for the word inevitable! Now, let me see this...”

Lo and behold, your messages were shown on the screen under the name ‘dumbass’. You tried to analyze the situation and how you could use this small sliver of anonymity to your advantage. You concluded that just trying to play off the situation would be the best thing to do-

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s that as Bakugo’s wallpaper?” said Mina as she slowly grabbed the phone from your hands.

Right then, a horror scene played out right in front of your eyes. As everyone was standing crowded around the phone (whether they agreed with peering through your boyfriend’s phone or not), they were looking at the brightly-lit device in the pink girl’s hands and she deleted the notifications to show his very-telling wallpaper… you could say there was a slight miscalculation in your plan as you failed to notice earlier that his wallpaper was the two of you... making out.

You couldn’t bear to look at what was on his phone as everyone let out their gasps. It was too embarrassing, everyone seeing such an intimate moment on your boyfriend’s phone. Bakugo had taken that picture on a whim one night when you two were having one of your movie nights. When he did that, you were shocked because there was no way that Bakugo took pictures of himself ever. Honestly, you were shocked to see that he knew how to take a selfie. Nonetheless, you peeked through your fingers at the phone in Mina’s hand just for a bit.

To your surprise, he set the wallpaper to LIVE MODE. Live mode...... Everyone was watching you guys make out in action like it was a fucking movie.

That motherfucker...

The silence of realization was then disrupted as the girls let out their squeals and the whole class was causing a commotion while the boys high-fived each other as if they won a competition or something. Everyone was up and moving, a strong contrast from them mere minutes ago when they were lounging around on the couch and floor. Sero was shaking your shoulders as you covered your face in your hands. Your face was heating up from all the embarrassment and you couldn’t bear to look at any of your classmates after what they just witnessed.

You didn’t know what to think. Half of you were completely embarrassed that your friends just saw you in an embarrassing scenario and half of you were angry at Bakugo because this was all his fault! Who the fuck puts such an intimate moment as their wallpaper?! Why not something cute? And of course, it had to be a live photo…

You finally peered through your hands again to see the scene in front of you. Mina was laughing so hard on the couch that she was on the verge of tears.

“I CAN’T BREATHE! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I EVER EXPECT THIS SHIT!” she cried.

Most of the boys were still jumping up and down like some monkeys due to the sheer excitement and energy in the room. Uraraka walked up to you and smiled widely while placing her hands firmly on your shoulders.

“Wow! Who would’ve thought that you and Bakugo were a thing! I honestly didn’t see that coming… sorry that we all had to find out that way. I was a little too absorbed in the excitement to consider how you felt,” said the round-faced girl.

With your face still red, you said, “Don’t worry about it… it was bound to happen soon enough, right? Although, now I’m a little embarrassed, but I guess I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to put much effort into hiding our relationship anymore.”

Yaoyorozu chimed in, “Honestly, this is more entertaining than the movie we were just watching!”

You laughed along with the other girls who were nearby. On the other side of the room, the boys were making a train throughout the room and singing.

“Uh, y/n,” interrupted Asui, “Look.”

The man-of-the-hour walked in the room with his hands in his pockets with his usual grumpy expression. He stopped to examine the room and stared quietly at the energetic group of boys.

He scoffed, “What are you nerds doing? Why aren’t you guys watching the fucking movie, huh?”

He looked around the room until his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, which caught his attention. Your mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an excuse. Your gaze averted to the ground, but you could hear his footsteps heading your way.

“Since when did your socks suddenly get so interesting that you can’t look me in the eyes?” teased Bakugo.

He brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze. His playful smirk instantly dropped once he saw your expression. Your eyes were borderline teary and seemed lost, like a sad puppy.

He whispered so that only you could hear, “Baby… what’s up?”

You wanted to give in to his touch at that very moment and run into his arms, but you resisted because you knew that it would be too selfish given how you just broke your guys’ agreement. You didn’t deserve to be in his embrace right now, he was seconds away from finding out that your guys’ secret came out accidentally all because you sent a random text. You pulled your face away from his grip and moved away from him.

“W-wait, what-” he started.

“HEYYYYYYYYYYY, BAKUBRO!” said Kaminari and he wrapped an arm around him (much to Bakugo’s dismay), “How come you didn’t tell your buddies that you had a soft side to you, huh?”

Bakugo grunted, “What the fuck are you going on about?”

Kirishima chimed, “You know, you shouldn’t leave your phone out in the open like that… it makes you vulnerable!”

Still confused he said, ”Did worms get in your brains? We’ve been only one day off from school and you start lacking common sense?”

To his surprise, you walk up with his phone in your hand while keeping eye contact, unlike earlier.

“Sherlock, I thought you would’ve connected the dots by now,” you sighed, with a tinge of sadness behind it, “Your wallpaper… really?”

You hold up the phone up to his face and his reaction was almost humorous to you. His eyes widened and his face was painted with a light tint of pink.

For the first time in your life, you witnessed your boyfriend at a loss for words. The rest of your class watched the whole interaction and some restrained laughs were let out and they were all back to square one, laughing like maniacs. You were about to join in and laugh with them when you realized again what the situation at hand was. You were scared of how Bakugo would react since this would be the first rift in your relationship and you didn’t want to have a genuine argument with him, especially with how angry he could get. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grasp yours and you look up to see your boyfriend smiling at you.

“I-”

Before you could say a single word, he hauls you on his shoulder, and you yelp in surprise. You don’t know how you ended up in this position, but now you’re dangling off of him and now you’re staring at the ground. (Also, his face was dangerously close to your ass, but you didn’t mention it.) He starts walking away and away from the commotion towards his dorm room. Before you can protest, he leans his head on your body causing you to freeze up. You could feel his warmth from his body heat against your shirt.

“You know… I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,” he says quietly.

Your brain took time to process that sentence… was Bakugo actually not mad? Most importantly, who knew such sweet words could come out of his mouth? You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief and you relaxed a bit.

Wanting to tease him, you said, “Sorry, you were too quiet. Could you repeat that again?”

He groaned, “I said… I’m not mad at you, I could never be.”

You giggled, “I know. I heard you the first time, but I thought my ears were deceiving me… Katsuki Bakugo is saying something nice for once? Whatttt…”

He shook you a little, “Forget it. You didn’t hear anything.”

Raising yourself a little, you patted your boyfriend on the head, “Nope. Remembering that phrase forever and ever.”

“Whatever.”

You smiled, “Whatever!”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; oral, fucking, stalking, hacking, threats, implied violence.

This is dark!Jake Jensen x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find your pictures on someone else’s Insta but that’s not the only thing he’s stolen.

Note: Yay, another Jensen fic at last. I’m probably gonna try to work in more one shots between my series. I’m looking at Andy Barber, Ransom Drysdale, or Lee Bodecker right now for next week but we’ll see.

Thanks to everyone for sticking around and putting up with me and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

The chirp of the chat pierced your eardrum once more as you ignored it for the spreadsheet of dates on your other monitor. Working from home could be both peaceful and distracting but the third bing had you muting and pushing your headset to your neck with a grumble. You switched windows as the chat box blinked.

‘So why didn’t u tell me u had a bf?’ Zia’s bubble blipped up followed by impatient emojis.

“Wat r u talking bout?’ you typed back and clicked back to the spreadsheet to update the status of each course. That noise came again and you flipped back.

‘I’m not stupid! Come on. He’s far away but he’s cute.’

You frowned and tapped the space bar lightly. You were utterly confused. The only activity in your daily life were the general notifications from Tindr. You repeated the question and she sent an emoji rolling its eyes.

‘I’m serious.’ you replied.

She sent a link and then a laughing GIF attached to another bubbled response, ‘I’m not buyin it.’

You clicked on the hyperlink and a new tab opened. You scrolled down on the Insta as the air was knocked out of you at the sight of your own face. Not only were their pics taken from your public profile but several you’d never even posted. Your skin crawled and the bing sounded again.

‘So… an online thing huh.’ Zia pressed on.

‘I gotta work.’ you closed out of the window entirely but stayed on the Insta.

You scrolled through about a dozen or so selfies of you, each labeled as ‘missing my lady’ or ‘she’s so sweet, sending me pics to keep me company’. Your stomached roiled with mortification and the unsettling sensation of intrusion. It was easy enough to guess you’d been hacked but to think this was what the creep did with it was even more startling.

You changed the password on your Insta and went through the process of doing so with all of your accounts and ran a scan on your PC. You would likely have to file a ticket for a proper inspection with a specialist. You couldn’t help but shake as you went back to the profile after checking your bank account and PayPal to make sure it wasn’t worse than just pics.

You went back to the profile and found photos of the culprit. His spiky blond hair and glasses were unsurprising and his comic book tee shirt was even less. Your disgust was quickly replaced with anger as you hit the chat icon above his info.

‘Hey, jackass, care to tell me how you have my photos on your profile?!’

The read icon appeared almost and you saw him typing. It stopped and then started again.

‘You’re so beautiful, I wanted to share it with everyone.’

You scoffed at the message and cringed at the screen. ‘Are you nuts? Like actually. You stole my photos! You hacked me. Creep.’

You blocked him immediately after hitting send and logged out. You opened Excel again and tried to focus on the coloured cells. You could hardly process what you were doing as your phone began to vibe on the corner of your desk. It didn’t let up and you couldn’t focus past the incessant buzzing.

You snatched it up and several messages covered the screen as you unlocked it. ‘You really think that’s gonna work’; ‘You can’t block me’... several in a similar vein that you deleted before blocking the number. You silenced your phone and turned back to your monitor.

Suddenly the screen went black and you blinked. You hit the keyboard and clicked, assuming it fell asleep. It lit up again but all you saw was yourself staring back. Your mouth fell open and you ripped the clip-on cam from atop your monitor. You disconnected it as the notepad opened and typing flicked up across the white space.

‘I didn’t want it to be like this.’

You could move the mouse or backspace. All control was lost and you sat there helplessly watching the scrawl.

‘I think we’d be really good together if you only gave me a chance. Can’t you see I worship you?’

Your phone began to shake constantly and a private number flashed. You picked it up and hollered into the speaker, “leave me alone”. You hung up but it kept on and your screen turned to black once more. Your PC was still on but there was no reaction from the machine.

Fuck, you sat back and looked at your phone. You couldn’t even call work to tell them because the damn thing wouldn’t stop ringing. You put your head in your hands and grunted in frustration. How the fuck did all this happen?

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After your initial panic died down, you disconnected your tower and shut off your phone. You left your cell behind as it was just as useless. You hauled the PC down to IT at your work and filled out the ticket without giving intricate details on everything the weirdo had taken.

You left with a borrowed laptop. You wouldn’t sign into your personal accounts and stick to the company portal. You were embarrassed but happy to have a temporary solution. You got home and set up the new computer and reconfigured your wi-fi. You finished the last of the day’s work and ended the day with a glass of wine.

When you dared to turn your phone on again the next morning, it was filled with notifications from all platforms but each one you clicked on errored and prompted you to sign-in. All your new passwords were wrong and you knew it was him. 

You checked the Insta and found a screenshot on his profile from the day before, your mouth agape in horror that could easily mistaken for surprise.

‘Her face when you pop the question on the call’. The caption made your stomach curdle and you nearly flung the phone away. You couldn’t comment without logging in or message. So you created a shell account with a throwaway email you used on Reddit.

‘Why won’t you stop?’ you sent the message through as you waited for your coffee to brew.

‘Stop what?’ he added a winky face with his reply and you growled.

‘You know who this is! Why are you doing this?’

‘Hmmm…’ he let the message hang there and you sat down with your mug and listened to the birds outside. ‘Imagine what someone else would do with everything I have.’

‘Look at what you’re doing. You’re ruining my life.’

‘Ruining? Sweetie, I’m watching over you. Protecting you.’

Your nostrils flared and you burnt your tongue on the coffee and planted it on the table so it sloshed over the sides.

‘Love you, sweetie. See ya soon.’

The chat box turned grey as you realised he blocked you. That pissed you off more than anything and you lobbed your phone away with a shout of anguish. This guy was fucked!  

You were shaking so much you couldn’t even drink your coffee. You got up and paced until you could think straight. You dialed into work and told them you were taking the day off for a personal emergency and shut down your phone. You were too afraid he would find a way onto your work laptop and you didn’t want to have to explain that to IT too.

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Zia showed up on Saturday and she wasn’t happy. She buzzed up and banged on your door impatiently. You let her in and she crossed her arms over the strap of her purse as she crooked her hip.

“I know I shouldn’t have snooped but if you’re mad at me, you should’ve just said so. I would’ve backed off,” she scowled.

“I’m not mad,” you said as you backed into the front room and dragged your feet over the rug.

“Sure, you’re just ignoring all my messages by accident,” she stayed at the other side of the room.

“Not exactly, no,” you shrugged, “it’s a long story.”

“And you couldn’t shoot me a message to say that at least?”

“Look, I’m stressed the fuck out. I’m sorry but the only reason I didn’t answer you is because I can’t.” 

“You can’t?”

“I can’t even turn my phone on anymore.”

“What--”

“Just--” you touched your temples, “I don’t even know how to explain--”

“Jesus, are you okay?” her anger slaked away as her voice softened.

“No, I’m not,” you sniffed, “I’ve been trapped in this apartment and I can’t think straight and I can’t even talk to anyone because my phone and my life is totally fucked.”

“How about we get a coffee and you can tell me once you’ve calmed down,” she said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so worked up.”

“You don’t know how bad it is. I really fucked up,” you whined, “I don’t even know how it happened.”

“Is this about the boyfriend?”

You huffed and shook your head, “I told you, he’s not my boyfriend-- Let me get dressed.”

After you felt presentable enough to leave the apartment, the thought of getting away ushered you down the winding stairwell and onto the sidewalk. You and Zia walked down to the cafe on the corner where you always overspent on their specialty drink and caught up.

You ordered but when you tried to use your card, the machine beeped in rejection. You tried again but still no luck. Zia offered to pay and you promised you’d pay her back. Anxiety pitted deep in your stomach as you sat. You’d have to call the bank and figure out why eight dollars would bounce.

“So,” Zia said as she shaded her eyes against the sunlight streaming onto the open patio, “he’s not your boyfriend?”

“I don’t even know the dude,” you hissed as you almost overturned your cup, “Zee, those pictures, they were all on my phone. I never sent them to anyone. I don’t even know his real name and when I confronted him, he crashed my whole system and blew up my phone. I haven’t been able to log into anything because of him.”

“You’re shitting me,” she chuckled.

“Zee, I’m not fucking kidding,” you blinked, “don’t you think if I was dating some dude out in who knows where, you’d be the first to know? You think I’m wasting my time with the idiots on Tindr for fun?”

“No way,” she scoffed.

“Zia, look me in the eye,” you said as you gave her a stern look, “I’m freaking the fuck out.”

“Did you call the police?” she asked.

You sat back and closed your eyes. You were so swept up in the panic, you hadn’t even thought. You could report it to the police, just get a record of it even if they didn’t do anything else. You heard horror stories of hackers and how little could be done but you had to at least try.

“I guess I should go down to the station today,” you ran your fingertips along your chin, “I don’t know, I felt so alone, I thought--”

“And call your bank right now,” she slid her phone over, “figure out what’s going on with your accounts.”

You took her cell and dialed the number on the back of the card. You dragged your finger down the side of your cup as you listened to the automated message and hit the buttons to direct you to customer service. The hold song bubbled in your head and finally picked up as you finished the last of your mocha.

You explained the issue after giving your information as Zia sat patiently across from you. She watched the other patrons and looked out across the street as you waited on the representative on the other end.

“Looks like your account has been locked. Your savings and checking have been placed on hold citing possible fraud,” the woman explained.

“Well, can’t you unlock them? Why would they be flagged?”

“Hmm, well I see no suspicious spending so possibly… it could be due to an external lock, not us.”

“What does that mean?”

“I can’t speak to that. Have you received any communications from the Revenue service?”

“Revenue service? I don’t--no,” you gulped.

“I’m sorry, there’s nothing else I can tell you,” she said, “you should consider contacting federal services.”

You hung up and handed Zia her phone back. “Apparently, I’m under investigation for fraud? I don’t know.”

“Shit,” she took her cell, “are you sure?”

“It sounded like it but-- I gotta check my credit card,” you stood and grabbed your empty cup and your purse.

You stormed down the street to the ATM at the corner and inserted your card. LOCKED the machine made a hideous noise and you pulled out your card in irritation. You put your wallet and touched the sides of your neck as the heat swelled through you.

“I don’t understand--”

“Um, you should see this,” Zia said.

Zia turned her screen towards you and your heart dropped to your toes. There was a picture softened by a blush Insta filter and the caption read, ‘just got into town, surprising bae with flowers’. Over the cluster of petals at the bottom of the image were you and Zia sitting at the cafe patio.

You spun and searched around for any sign of the man and the bouquet. You could hardly breath as it felt like you were being squished between invisible walls. You clapped your hand against the wall and steadied yourself as Zia gently rubbed your arm.

“Let’s go to the station,” you croaked as tears welled in your eyes, “please.”

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The police told you everything you expected. Even as you showed them the photos and explained how you never met that man in your life, they only offered you words on a piece of paper. They’d file the report and follow-up in case of any further escalation. It was a non-answer, a cold shrug.

Zia went home with you as she offered to stay the night. You gladly accepted and the two of you cozied up on your bed and spent the night watching early 00s rom coms. You found it hard to relax even with her there. You couldn’t stop thinking about how close he’d been without you even knowing.

You at last began to doze off as Reese Witherspoon triumphed and exhausted by the endless maelstrom of dread, you slipped into a deep but perilous sleep. You were locked in limbo between waking and slumber, almost as if you could hear everything around you but remained blind and unknowing all the same.

You woke with a start as you felt like you were falling. You sat up and reached to the other side of the bed. Zia was gone. She must have got up to get water or use the bathroom. You took a breath and turned your legs over the edge. You got up groggily and lumbered across the room, your mouth dry and head aching. Some tylenol and water would do you well.

You hesitated as you noticed the bloom of light just around the corner from your doorway. Zia must be having trouble sleeping, you guessed as you kept on. As you came in sight of the front room, you heard a whimper and you backed up against the wall as tall figure stood before the coffee table. The flowers laid across the wood, slightly crumpled from a struggle.

As Zia whined, he jabbed her with his foot and she grunted around the rag tied around her mouth. Her arms and legs were bound behind her as the man loomed over her. You recognized his blond hair and glasses, the menacing blue eyes as he raised his chin and crossed his arms.

“Been waiting on you,” he stepped over her, “I was disappointed when I realised it was her. Good friend though, hanging around…”

“Don’t hurt her, please. What do you want?”

“You can’t figure that out?” he taunted, “huh, I’m sure you can guess what it will take for me to leave her in one piece.”

Zia wiggled and received another boot. You pushed yourself forward and he stepped closer, predatory as he dropped his arms and clenched then unclenched his fists. He chuckled as you stopped short and gaped up at him.

“She’s cute,” he said, “she can join us if that makes it easier for you.”

“You’re disgusting,” you snarled and winced as he reached out to touch your cheek. You fought not to shove him away, your eyes on Zia’s bound figure.

“Play nice and I will,” he warned, “every time I hurt her, that’s on you. I wish I didn’t have to do this to show you how much I love you.”

You shook your head as your lip trembled. He pressed his palms to your cheek and ran his thumb along your lips. He leaned in and you cowered as you realised how big he was. You didn’t expect that looking at him from the other side of a screen.

“Do we put on a show for her or did you want a little privacy?”

“You won’t get away with this,” you hissed.

“Oh yeah? I locked you out of your social media, your pc, your bank… do you really want to see how far I can take this?”

He smothered your murmured answer with his mouth and kissed you gruffly. He pulled away and looked you in the eye. He bit his lip and hummed.

“So, do we do this here?”

“You’re sick,” you grabbed his hand and wrenched it away from your face. You yanked him and directed him to the bedroom, “you monster.”

“Now come on,” he twisted his wrist around and grabbed your elbow, “I could’ve killed her. Don’t think I won’t.”

You quivered as he forced you back into your bedroom, the street lights casting shadows between your curtains. He flung you ahead of him, as strong as his thick arms would suggest. You stumbled and caught yourself on the side of the bed. You turned as the door slammed and he prowled towards you like a wild cat.

“Well,” he threw his hands up and you caught a glint of light against the lens of his glasses, “you want me to undress you or you think you can handle that, sweetie?”

You puffed in repulsion and looked away from him. Even in the dark, you could feel his eyes on you. You jittered as you reached to the neck of your loose tee and slowly raised it over your head. You dropped it to crumple on the floor and you touched the top of your shorts. You heard him moving around and shied away as he flipped the switch and light shone across the room.

You pushed down your shorts as you heard a thump from the next room. His jaw twitched as his eyes lingered on you and he reluctantly glanced away. He swung the door open and stormed out into the front room. You went to the door and heard his snarl.

“Stop fucking moving,” he rasped, “every time I have to tell you, I’ll pop another out.”

Zia gave a muffled sob as you heard a sickly crack and you hurried to look around the wall into the room. He blocked your sight with his broad chest and pointed you back to the room.

“I didn’t say you could leave the room,” he spun you and slapped your bare ass, “fast, fast, fast… before I lose my patience.”

Your skin stung from the strike and you tripped through the doorway as he followed quickly. Another slam and he poked you further into the room with his knuckle. You stepped away from him and tried to cover yourself as you faced him in horror.

He quickly swooped his shirt over his head and revealed a buff chest thick with blond hair. He kicked off his shoes and fumbled to undo his fly. He tilted his head as he looked you over and groped himself through his jeans.

“You know what to do,” he said, “I’ve seen the way you touch yourself… cyber security 101, cover your webcam.”

You shuddered as he beckoned you closer. He stopped you and put your hands on the waist of his jeans. He leaned in and nuzzled your temple as his hot breath seeped into your goosebumped skin.

“My turn,” he pushed on your hands until you pulled down the denim on your own strength.

He stepped out of his jeans and snapped the elastic of his boxers. You stood and latched onto those shakily. He ran his fingers along your arms as you pulled them past his erection and they fell to the floor with a whisper. You didn’t look down, instead staring past him as his hand swept up to cup your tits.

His fingers crawled up your chest and his hands wrapped around your neck. He squeezed and turned you so that your back was to the bed. He marched you backwards as you felt his dick bobbing between your bodies. You gasped as he pushed you down onto your mattress, your legs dangling over the edge as he came up to straddle you.

“Such a good girl,” he taunted, “look at you… I bet you’re wet already.”

He pulled a hand away and stroked his length as he raised himself on his knees. He clung to your neck as he leaned over you and planted his hand on the bed above you. He hovered his dick over your head and you closed your eyes.

“Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, “now, or I’m putting it in your ass.”

You reached up blindly and angled his tip against your lips. He dipped his hips down and you choked as he prodded at your throat. Your legs twitched as he forced his cock past your gag reflex and your whole body tensed at the intrusion.

He balanced on the hand above your head and the one on your neck. He thrust harder and harder as sloppy sucking reverberated around the room between his dark groans.

“That’s it,” he purred, “look at you taking my cock. I can only imagine how tight that cunt of yours is.”

Your eyes welled and you flicked your lashes as you tried to bat them away. You kept your hand at the base of his dick as you tried to ease his motion. He ignored your reluctance and only delved deeper as he brought himself to his limit, your lips touching the fuzz along his pelvis.

When you couldn’t breath, you slapped his hard stomach and he reared out of you abruptly. You coughed up spit as he sat back on his heels and released you. He huffed as he looked down at his glistening dick and climbed off of you.

“Stand up, turn around,” he snarled as his eyes flashed. 

His glasses were low on his nose and he slipped them off entirely and folded them up on your night table. He squinted as he watched you stand and turn stiffly. He smacked his hand in the middle of your back and pushed you over impatiently. He stepped closer and tapped his tip against your cunt as you were exposed to him.

He bent his legs and poked along your slick folds. You were wet enough for him to glide in and fill you up completely. He was so big it was painful and you arched your back as you tried to take it. He pulled back and slammed into you harshly. You let out a garble and he repeated the motion, taking you off your feet.

He leaned over you and grabbed your knees, lifting them on the bed as he urged you forward. His hand brushed up over your ass and he pressed between your shoulder blades until your face was flush to the mattress, your arms bent around you like a broken doll.

He thrust again and the loud slap made you wince. He jerked his hips roughly until he found his motion, rutting into you with hissy breaths as his other hand groped your ass. He hummed as your body shook before him, ruled by his touch as your walls clenched him.

He pushed his thumb down between your cheeks and circled your asshole. You strained and lifted your head in alarm. His other hand quickly stretched over your crown and pinned your face to the bed. He felt along your cunt and slickened his thumb before trailing back to your puckered ring.

He pushed lightly at first and as he broke through you gasped and whined. You gripped the blankets as he moved his thumb in and out of you, his hips still rocking steadily into you. He slid his thumb out entirely and prodded with two fingers instead. Before you could react, he forced them inside and you cried out in surprise and pain.

“I know you want it, sweetheart,” he groaned, “I can feel…” he kept fucking you, “I can fucking hear it.”

Your holes tightened around you as he carried the pace. A new pressure began to bloom inside of you, unlike anything you’d felt before. The burning in your ass and the stretching of your cunt mingled to an agonized bliss. You sobbed into the blankets as you came uncontrollably around him, shamed by the unwanted release.

“Fuck,” he drew out the word as both his hand and his hips sped up, “look at you cumming for me. Cumming for this creep.”

You moaned and curled your fingers around the duvet tighter. You felt the same knotting deep inside and you came again as he reached a tantamount. This time, you gushed around his cock and felt the deluge down your thighs as the noise grew wetter and louder.

“Look at you, sweetheart, you can’t handle it, can you?” He snorted as he sucked in a breath suddenly and his hips staggered.

He pushed his fingers deeper and kept them there as he fucked you as hard as he could. He slammed into your cunt over and over. Your hips throbbed with each tilt of his pelvis and you smothered your cries as you felt him coat your walls in his release. 

He stopped just as suddenly and dragged his fingers out of your ass. He leaned against you until your legs collapsed and fell onto you with a sigh. He covered your body with his as his shallow breaths hazed around you. 

Your own heart raced as you stretched your arms out stiffly and quivered. You tried to pull yourself from beneath him. He kept you pinned under his weight and jolted you with a cruel thrust.

“Oh, we’re not done, sweetheart,” he muttered along the shell of your ear, “not even close.”

[wrong-way-sir]

Your boyfriend Shuuji Hanma isn't a man of comforting words and tends to come off as cold or uncaring but when it matters most you can always count on him to calm your worries no matter how trivial the subject might seem.

Requested by: @dabisfireflower

CW: GN Y/N, Aged!Up Hanma, Possible Tokyo Revenger spoilers, Light Angst, Curse Words, a little bit of an argument, Hanma isn't good with words, Mentions of Smoking, Fluff, and little to no proofreading! ♡

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1:50 P.M.

Your eyes stared at the analog clock that hung over the TV in your apartment living room. The feeling hadn't come back to your fingers, you felt like you had pin-needles digging into your thighs, and the only feeling present was the tingling of your face. Your fingers twisted the end of your hair as anxiety ran through you while you waited for the handles of the clock to reach 2:30 P.M.

You had to leave at 2:30 P.M. to arrive at the salon at 3 o'clock. Your body refused to remove itself from the couch until then. To be honest you don't know if you would even be able to walk with how your anxiety was treating you. Why did you even make the damn appointment? You thought to yourself as you pulled on the end of your hair hard enough to ache slightly and pull you out of the spiral of thoughts.

As trivial as it sounded the thought of chopping off your hair at the salon filled you with dread. You had spent so many years growing it out but to your dismay it hadn't had been for the better. You had realized only a few days ago while trying to dye it with box dye how bad your hair's state was, all the dye, the heat, the different products had left you hair beyond repair.

Scheduling a haircut hadn't been your original idea. It had been your boyfriend's. He had thrown it out nonchalantly and the moment it left his lips your heart picked up its pace. Shuuji didn't know about this anxiety, nor would he care about it if you told him so you had done as he suggested and scheduled a haircut.

"I'm coming in, it's Shuuji."

Your head shot to the door of your apartment where Shuuji was kicking off his shoes as he fumbled with his jacket. A half smoked cigarette hung from his lips, unlit. A deep breath escaped you and your hand that had been twisting the dead ends of your hair dropped to your thighs.

"Hey Princess," Shuuji smiled as he made his way towards you on the couch. You watched as he removed unlit stick from his mouth and he leaned down to place a kiss to your forehead before he fell onto the couch next to you, "You miss me? Of course you did." He giggled as he kicked his feet up onto the coffee table.

A smiled placed itself on your features at the soft kiss coming from your boyfriend. It had relieved a small tension you had in your shoulders as Shuuji sat next to you. You were more than happy to see him. He would help you get your mind off your hair for the next 30 minutes.

"Shuuji get your feet off the table!" You protested as you smacked his thigh. He rolled his eyes as he removed his feet and placed them back on the carpet, "Why are you here? I thought you were busy today with Kisaki and the rest?" You asked as you sunk back into your old couch as Shuuji shrugged.

"Like I give a shit about those guys," Shuuji said and you sighed, "Only guy I even remotely care for is Kisaki and even then he's a bit much. Plus he said he had someone else to fuck Toman's plans up, gave me the day off, so I thought I would come see my baby."

You shook your head in disbelief, you knew your boyfriend was involved with the gang life but you hadn't minded it all that much as long as he didn't show up with a bullet wound on your door step or in a body bag. Although you had to admit, him working for that weirdo Kisaki made you uncomfortable but for Shuuji you shook it off.

"Well, thank Kisaki for me next time. Now you can get my mind off things until I leave." You smiled and he hummed in agreement before his features turned into confusion with a head tilt.

"Eh? Where are you going, work?" He asked and you rolled your eyes, of course your boyfriend hadn't remembered about your hair appointment even when you had to repeat yourself for a week straight. Sometimes you wondered if Shuuji ever thought of anything besides his own plans.

"Shuuji, I told you so many times, I'm getting my hair cut today."

"Oh yeah, I forgot... Why do you need to get your mind off of that it's just a stupid haircut." Shuuji said as he stretched out more on your couch, his head falling back onto the back of it.

You pursed your lips into a tight line as you looked over at your boyfriend relaxing. Your eyes fell to your fingers as they picked at your cuticles from the anxiety growing again at the way Shuuji had blown off your feelings.

"It's not just a stupid haircut, Shuuji..." You mumbled and you felt his gaze turn to you, "I've grown it out for so long... I'm chopping of so much of it, I'm scared."

Your eyes looked back over to Shuuji who looked back with a unfazed expression. His eyes traveled to your hair and he gave a hum as his head fell back once again and you gave a defeated sigh.

"You need it though, you hair's all frizzy and dead.... Looks like shit anyways who cares if you chop it off?" He chuckled and you whipped your head towards him with a look of disbelief and annoyance on your face.

"I do, Shuuji!" You said almost a little too loudly. It caused him to flinch as his head shot up to connect eyes with you, a mumbled apology left your lips as you turned to the coffee table in front of you that your boyfriend had previously put his feet on. "What if short hair looks ugly on me or what if it takes too long to grow back? I'll be stuck looking like an idiot. Not to mention I've never been to the hairdresser I scheduled with and I'm also terrified you're not gonna like it so yeah, I care, okay?"

Silence fell and your eyes didn't leave your clenched fists. Worry started to set in again as you two sat next to each other. You already felt idiotic for being so nervous and the fact you had gotten so defensive with your boyfriend of your dried and damaged hair only added to the internal humiliation.

You could feel your boyfriend's gaze on the side of your face as you stared at your hands. Another apology was bubbling up in your throat but as you went to turn to him you saw his tattooed hand take yours. Shuuji rested his chin on your shoulder as he grasped your hand. His shallow breath tickled your face.

"Shuuji-"

"It's just a haircut, babe." Shuuji said softly and you sighed for the umpteenth time while letting out a panicked chuff, "You'll figure a way to look good with it no matter how short. Hey, and if it really does look that bad then I'll just shave my head that way we can both be ugly. We'll be that hot ugly couple."

A laugh replaced the bubble in your throat as you imagined your boyfriend bald. Shuuji chuckled with you as his chin continued to rest on your shoulder. The laughter grew with each image that popped into your mind and you boyfriend laughed with you because he had made you. Soon enough you were both giggling like children on your couch with the anxiety you once had gone.

A few more chuckles escaped you and you let your free hand swipe under your eye as you felt them watering. You cleared your throat and shook your head, your tangled hair falling in your face. You paused as you felt Shuuji's fingers take the hair and put it behind you ear. You turned to him to see a wide smile on his face and leaned into his hand as it cupped your face. His eyes scanned your features and he let out a sigh as he dropped his hand.

"Nah, I couldn't do that. Then I really would be the ugly one in the relationship." He laughed as he fell back to the couch and let out at grunt when your free hand collided with his side.

"Shut up, you're not ugly, you always look good." You mumbled and dropped your chin into your propped up hand.

"So do you! I don't know why you're so nervous, it's just hair it grows back but if you're really that nervous about it... I can go with you, keep your stylist in line make sure they know if they fuck up I'll be waiting for them outside."

A laugh left you once again as you shook your head fondly at your boyfriend's threat. You smiled at his offer and your felt yourself relax at the thought of Shuuji be near you during the haircut. You honestly didn't think you would be able to do it alone.

"Really, you'll go with me?" You asked as you hoped he hadn't been joking like he always did.

Shuuji gave a nod and let his eyes glance at the clock that hung over the TV. He gave a sigh and pushed himself up, yanking his hand from your in the process. You frowned at the loss of warmth and looked up just as he bent down to place a kiss to your lips.

"Alright baby, let's go, I brought my bike." Shuuji said as walked away from your sitting form and to the door to slip his jacket and boots back on.

Your eyes glanced at the clock once again to see how much time had passed. You bit the inside of your cheek as you stared at the clock that was telling you it was time to leave and get this whole ordeal over with. You pushed your hair back as if you were also pushing you anxiousness to the back of your head before you turned to your boyfriend who was slipping on his gang jacket.

A smile returned to your face as you watched him. You were thankful to have him in your life for little things like this. Despite his personality and the way he spoke you knew your boyfriend cared just as much as you did. You also knew he would try to fix anything for you and make you laugh even if the threat of violence was followed. You loved him for that, you loved that he cared for you the way you did for him.

"Shuuji," You called to him and he looked over you as he finished putting on his jacket with a soft hum. "Thank you, I love you."

"Who wouldn't love me, I'm great." He gave you a devious smirk along with an arch of his eyebrow as he puffed out his jacket collar and you rolled your eyes as you reached back to grab a pillow from the couch to through it at him. To your dismay he caught it and chuckled, "Kidding, you know I love you baby. Now come on, I like it when you hold on to me while we ride."

You watched as your boyfriend jangled his motorcycle key and you shook your head with a laugh as you pushed yourself from the couch to follow him out the door.