#whitey plays

[fvcking-savage]

Gaymer boy 🎮

[outofcontextdiscord]

[ubashaaa-archived]

IF YOU CARE . I HEART MUSIC.

[phantomrose96]

Extremely generic, typical isekai anime where the main character is a high school boy who's so good at video games in his day-to-day life, but people don't respect gamers :( so he's a loser :( ...until he ends up isekai'd into a fantasy world that RUNS on video game logic.

Except this main character is a speed runner.

World record holding speed runner.

Elf-woman in the introductory episode shares the long, sad history of her realm at odds with the Demon Lord and his reign. She looks up just as she's about to describe the moment the Demon Lord killed her husband, and main character is... gone.

Several many fields away.

Naked as the day god made him because equipping the intro clothes takes 3 seconds between menu opening and character re-rendering.

The Wall of the Unfathomable, which has sealed these villagers within their own walls for generations unknown, sees its first breach in a millennium as Main Character scales it ass-backwards clipping and ragdolling up its scaffolding by abusing the collision detection logic and its impact on speed reversal.

NPCs launch into speeches which bewilder and confuse even them because they should NOT be saying anything about the deep sacred mana that can defeat the Dark Demon Lord but the fucker standing in front of him in tighty-whiteys with a level 99 helmet and the Hero Sceptor (which he should NOT have yet but) is compelling the NPC for reasons they cannot begin to comprehend.

The Demon Lord is alerted by holographic message from his most trusted underling that some disturbance has just rippled through from Elf Realm and that some portal may have just opened from the human world, which warrants some caution as the prophesied hero is said to--cut off by the MC catapulting past all 18 floors of Demon Tower security using the infinite speed jump glitch and one-shotting the Demon Lord with a single rag-doll spastic thrust through his heart which launches the Demon Lord along with MC into a 500mph spiral into the stratosphere... And somewhere, the end credits play.

[neechees]

Negative & racist depictions, tropes, and Stereotypes regarding Native Americans in Road to El Dorado.

Mayaincatec: The film homogenizes multiple Indigenous cultures cultures into one, specifically and mainly Maya and Nahua cultures, with the story being based on a mythical place set in Colombia.

Mighty Whitey: the basis of the film comes from the Spanish lie and myth that the Indigenous Aztec population worshipped them as gods, with the city of El Dorado doing the same with Miguel and Tulio, who use this to trick Native people to steal gold from them.

Oversexualized Native Woman: Chel’s character has overemphasis on her sex appeal and sexuality, with her character design being very revealing and exageratted on her chest, hips, and thighs. There is little to no exploration of her character outside of her sexuality and servitude towards the White characters. She does not pass the Aila Test and is a near opposite. Chel is a perfect example of how many Native female characters are sexualized

Evil Shaman: The Native religious leader Tzekel-Kan is demonized as evil & plays a heavier role as the main antagonist instead of the famed genocidal colonizer Hernan Cortez. Tzekel-Kan being enslaved by Cortez at the end is depicted as a “good ending”.

Demonized Spiritualiity: connected to the above, all scenes depicting traditional Mesoamerican spirituality/religion or practices are shown as evil, barbaric, savage, scary, and associated with the main antagonist.

White Saviors: El Dorado is saved by the main White protagonists, the idea to destroy the gates to the city is Tulio’s idea, the warriors of El Dorado are portrayed as helpless and no match for the Spanish conquistadors despite Indigenous Mexican warriors going toe to toe with them, and winning against them in various battles in real life.

Whitewashed Colonialism: Cortez, despite being one of the worst colonizers in history, serves as a minor, secondary antagonist & his evilness is only vaguely implied, and never explained why it (his actions) is bad. Cortez has the same goal as Miguel and Tulio (to steal gold from Indigenous people), but the protagonists aren’t shown as bad for doing it. Colonization is essentially excused (& is never explicitly named as harmful) as long as the colonizers are “nice” about it.

There’s likely some other stuff I’m missing but these are some of the big ones that are shown in this film, & its depictions of Indigenous Peoples are extremely harmful. I also don’t wanna see anybody trying to defend any of these with somehow implying “Well it’s not ACTUALLY racist or harmful because-” etc etc save it for a vague post and take our inability to see criticism of racism within a movie you like elsewhere.

[myspacebrat]

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐱 “𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭” 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Three light taps on your window pull you out of the reverie of your favorite romance novel. You can’t help but to clutch your pink nightie closer to your icy skin as you tiptoe across your room and slowly with shaky hands move your curtain to the side to get a good look at who the silhouette belongs to. It’s none other than Steve Harrington, the king of Hawkins high and your bully.

It started about a week ago, you were lucky to get through most of high school with your head down and completely unscathed by the bitchy hierarchy of teenage popularity. That was until Steve who sat behind you in English, noticed that you aced the mid semester test; which cost half your grade.

Since then you’ve been doing all of his book reports for him, you couldn’t deny you didn’t like the attention, even if he did make fun of you for being a prude nerd. So, this last book report you had devised a plan. Steve was always threatening to punish you and you wanted to see if he’d follow through with said threats, which left you to purposely bomb it.

You slowly lift your window, letting the cool air and the chirps from the crickets fill your room. “Hurry up!” Steve pressed, before climbing through rather clumsily. After he fully stood and dusted off his knees, he took a folded paper out of the back of his jean pocket. “What the fuck is this? Huh?” You can’t help the excited chill that runs through your body from his tone.

“What’s what?” You say, feigning innocence as you blink up at him with your biggest doe eyes. You were so close, you could practically feel the anger radiating off of him. “Don’t play stupid, me and you both know you’re not.” Steve chides, as his brows furrow down at you. “Why’d you purposely fail my book report, huh? Didn’t I tell you there’d be consequences if you don’t do what I say?” He grits and his jaw tenses before his eyes fall to your tits that are now peaked from the cold, the thin fabric of the nightie isn’t doing the best job at concealing them from the jock.

“I fucking meant it, okay? I’m gonna have to punish you.” His harsh tone doesn’t match the soft touch of his fingers that slide over your clothed nipples. “What do you want me to do, Steve?” You purr up at him as you bat your lashes. “You know how I’m always calling you a prude, baby? Well today’s your lucky day. I’m gonna show you how to suck a cock. Get down on your knees.” Steve demands.

Little did the king of Hawkins high know, you knew how to suck cock; you were experienced in pretty much everything sexual. Thanks to your fuck buddy and drug dealer, Eddie.

But you indulge his delusions by keeping up the innocent virgin act, just for a bit longer.

You quickly pop the button of his jeans and slide the zipper down its track, being met with a pair of tighty whiteys that you assume by the deep flush of his cheeks; he was just remembering he had on. “Cute.” You giggle, making him fist a hand in your hair and pull until a stinging sensation has you whimpering as tears sting your eyes. He finally removes himself from his confines—

His cock is huge, but you show no traces of even acknowledging that fact, last thing king Steve needed was an even bigger ego.

“Open up you fucking brat.” He hisses while his hand still tugs at your tresses. The soft tugs cause you to soak through your panties and leave you eager to rub your needy clit on anything for some relief. “That’s it, good girl.” Steve praises as he rubs his leaking tip across your wet tongue. Your lips finally close around it, before inching down and taking him expertly into the back of your throat. “Holy shit!” He jerks at the unexpected pleasure, as you continue to bob and gag on him. It’s almost too much considering he thought not even two minutes ago that he was going to have to guide you and talk you through it. No fucking way were you a prude virgin like he suspected, he’s been with plenty virgins. Nah, you were a little cock slut and fuck did he love the thought of his own personal whore who milked his cock and did his school work so he could stay the captain of the basketball team.

A deep groan falls from his lips when you begin to fondle his balls while you continue to suck him for all he’s worth. Spit falls onto the carpet below and you’re canting your hips as if a bitch in heat. You take two hands and twist around his shaft as you suck the tip, working him like a fucking pro. You look up at him with tears running down your soft cheeks and hunger in your eyes, and that absolutely does the jock in. You quickly notice the way his thighs shake and his moans grow louder, leaving you to lull your tongue out as you lick at his frenulum and continue twisting your hands around his spit soaked cock, ready to catch all of his warm creamy spend. Steve watches as his come shoots onto your tongue and down your throat, you swallow it all before sticking the pink muscle back out to show him how good of a girl you’d been by swallowing everything he’d so graciously given you.

“You’re a slut.” Steve states, with a blissed out look on his face. “I thought you were a virgin, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t a fucking prude?” He can’t help but smile from just receiving the best blow job of his life. Something about the little innocent girl who he makes do his work, but is actually a secret slut has him feeling possessive and as if he now has to assert some kind of claim over you.

“You didn’t ask.” You shrug as you wipe your chin. “Now can we move this along? The guy that taught me how to give that dynamite blow job will be here soon and I don’t wanna screw up my chances of getting fucked because he finds King Steve in my room.” You hand him his paper and push him back towards your window. “Your- wait what?” He asks in disbelief.

“This was fun, but you have to go. See ya later, Stevie.” Steve moves down your trellis in shock at what had just transpired. There was no way he was letting you go that fast, so when he made it to his car he decided to sit for a few, in order to catch a glimpse of who you were talking about. Just as Steve got comfortable against his leather seat, a beat up van was pulling up to the side of your house. But it wasn’t just any van, no it was Eddie Munsons van.

Well that just won’t do, come tomorrow morning you’re gonna know exactly who you belong to, no matter what Steve has to do in the process.

part two!

[paegei]

how would the seventeen members react to their significant other having nipple piercings? i have mine done and i adore them they make me feel so cute🥰

tysm for requesting ! 'twas planning on writing this thought soon ! looks like you read my mind \^o^/

svt members opinions on nipple piercings

NSFW CONTENT ! MDNI !

seungcheol:

with or without piercings, he is ALWAYS lapping at those bad boys. piercings just add to the fun. he thought you reactions were cute pre-piercings ? afterwards, this man is OBSESSED with your sounds. i mean OBSESSED.

jeonghan:

we all know this dude is a menace. his foreplay is immense, add in the piercings ? just added another 10+ minutes of nipple play. if your tits are not SOAKED in his spit, he would not be able to sleep that night.

joshua:

as i have said and will always say; joshie boy goes BONKERS for some boobs (esp for all my small boob gals out there). when you revealed your newly decorated tits, he almost busted in his tighty whiteys. he def stares at your chest even when it's clothed. boy just can't get the sight out of his mind.

jun:

paegei #1 jun boob enthusiast. his tit pic collection SKYROCKETED after your new piercing. man is feral. his thinking about them while sleeping, while singing, while dancing. his brain has become consumed by the sight. somehow loves cumming on your tits even more, who would've thought ?

soonyoung:

this dude is down bad, are we shocked at how crazy he went over them ??????????? seriously guys, act surprised. again, constantly playing with your boobs. not even in a sexual context. he'll be showing you a video of his latest performance, and his hand just creeps up your shirt. can't blame him though, boobs are boobs.

wonwoo:

be prepared, him playing with your jewellery is definitely becoming his new go-to punishment. he will not move on from your tits till you are shaking and crying (even then he might not move on just yet...) also plays with your nips like he's using his controller IM SORRY.

jihoon:

his jaw drops FOR SURE. tries his damn hardest to not gawk but you can tell how much it affects him from the flush peaking up his neck. in his subby moments, loves suckling on them. twirling the bar in with his tongue, writing his name with the movements LAWD.

minghao:

two words. tit. fucking. HE LOVES TIT FUCKING !!!!! like yeah, he liked it before you got the piercings, but the sight of looking down ???? seeing the jewellery jingling ???? with the movement of his thrusts ????? man loses ALLLLLL of his cool.

mingyu:

like soonyoung, bros hands are LATCHED on. complains if you wear a bra or even a shirt. don't hide his babies from him ??? don't you love him ????? immedietly notices if you change the stud. like im talking the SLIGHTEST change. bro is locked in on the honkers.

seokmin:

bro is ecstatic. jumping for joy kinda ecstatic. definitely pouts when he has to wait for them to heal, but then is always ON TOP of that care. the day he got the all clear to play with your boobs, he was on the verge of tears.

seungkwan:

listen, as much as kwan loves the sight, he is more interested in what you decide to adorn you nipples with. after he gets a taste of what sort of jewellery you take a liking to, he is constantly surprising you with even more. also definitely dropped to his knees when you showed him, the drama queen he is.

vernon:

dude did not think boobs could get any better. titty fucking to the MAX. just twists and flicks at the bar every now and then, just to see what would happen (what did he expect ?). honestly, would not be that shocked if he suddenly wanted to get his done too. vernon likes the looks of it what can he say.

chan:

the second your shirt is off, his eyes are BUGGING out of their sockets. borderline cartoon character ass reaction. you guys will simply be cuddling on the couch and he suddenly remembers you got your nipples pierced and just immediately shoves his head under your shirt and gets to town. bros got a mission.

not proof-read ! lmk if there's any mistakes (づ￣ 3￣)づ

[nerdwedgiesexposed]

Bro got drunk at a college party and tried to play guitar, too bad his bully from high school showed up and decided to yank his whitey tighties in the middle of a song 😭

[hussyknee]

Idk why my TikTok FYP and Twitter are all about this today, but since I only scroll there instead of post, here's my 2 cents:

Idk if Justin Baldoni is a Zionist but being Baha'i doesn't excuse touring Israel and it doesn't excuse never having spoken up for Palestine. Plus, automatic distrust of "feminist" Hollywood men sorry. Blake Lively is a hollow Barbie doll and Ryan Reynolds played one role well and made it his whole personality. Added negative points for Blake Lively being besties with Taylor Swift. Overrated mediocre white women gotta stick together Ig. None of them have spoken up for any of the half a dozen genocides going on. Also, nothing that gives Colleen Hoover money is worth it.

All stans are fundamentally losers but anyone actually giving a shit about any of these nothingburger whiteys have no self-respect. Go lie face down on some grass till you feel better.

[cerealboxlore]

21!

WIP #21: A Day In Your Shoes

"Okay okay, slow down dude, let's be honest, for real here." Flash raised his hand to the conversation, trying not to spit out any of the food in his mouth while laughing. He wasn't very successful. "In what world is someone named Mr. Banjo, a threat? I just can't take that seriously, I'm not sorry!"

Captain Marvel raised an eyebrow at the speedster. He pretended to scoff at the remark. "Hey now, I don't poke fun at any of your rogues, now do I? I know plenty of rogues have silly names but they can be very dangerous." A true statement from the Big Red Cheese. Plenty of League members had fought many rogues with interesting names and a varying array of power sets, so sometimes written reports would seem more odd and fictional rather than real, despite their truth.

Billy still couldn't believe there was a rogue named Condiment King! Condiment. King. In Gotham of all places. And people think Fawcett is weird. He's tempted to do a segment on this during his next radio show segment at WHIZ Radio. He's been itching to make an episode with his friend Whitey from the studio, and this seems right up his alley. He wants to run a script through his head but is interrupted by another voice.

"Oh yeah, I totally don't want to get in the way of Mr. Banjo playing Rainbow Connection at me." Green Lantern chimed in, arriving late to the scene but coming prepared to join the fun.

Barry smirked with a wide grin, and Captain Marvel resisted the urge to insult his rogues in return. He had better things to do than contribute to petty conversations about who has the worst (better?) rogues.

"Actually the banjo is a cursed magical artifact from the Rock of Eternity itself. Surprisingly, it's sentient, so it connects to the host of whoever holds it and-"

"And there it is! The magical oddity of Fawcett City. Everything is just so whimsical there, isn't it? I mean, I know you have your fair share of serious rogues, Cap, but let's not joke around here, I'd love to fight some of your rogues for a day instead of mine. It'd be a nice break." Other heroes in the break room chimed in, adding their own lines of agreement and sharing their exhaustion stories of fighting their rogues. Meanwhile, Captain Marvel crossed his arms, thinking of an idea that gave him a mischievous smile.

"Oh? Is that so? If you think you can last a day in my city, I'd dare you to try."

[shadowuponstorm]

Stay Away From The Coach's Granddaughter

A/N: I recently started watching One Tree Hill and when I searched it, I noticed it's rarely posted about on this platform. So, I thought "Why not write up something for it and be a part of those who want to keep it alive?". Hope you 'Ravens' enjoy! (I just wanted to mention, I love all the endgames! This is just another scenario separate from the show)

Summary: Coaching basketball for Tree Hill always seem to be first place on the list of Brian "Whitey" Durham's pride and joys, when it's in actually fourth place. The third place belongs to his son, Dale, the second for his granddaughter, and the first place is always reserved for Camila. When he gains custody of his granddaughter, he vows to always have her best interest at heart, even if it means warning his boys to stay away from her. What would happen if one of them breaks one of Coach's rules?

-4 YEARS AGO, WHITEY'S POV-

I was about to sit down to eat dinner when a knock came on the door. I grumbled as I tried to get out of my recliner, complaining that all I needed was peace and quiet. I opened the door to see two police officers standing there, with the lights on the squad cars still on.

"You Whitey Durham?" The officer on the left asked as I nodded my head and confirmed I was, "Your son, Dale, was in a car accident. I'm sorry to inform you, sir, that he didn't make it to the hospital."

Hearing those words, ripped a chunk of my heart out. "No, no, not my boy." I kept thinking over and over again, trying to stay upright.

"Thank you for coming all this way to tell me," I said to the officers as they nodded in understanding of my reaction to the shocking news I've been given, "H-have you informed his ex-wife? What about my granddaughter, was she with him?"

"Someone is going over there right now to tell her," The officer on the right responds, he then tells me, "As for your granddaughter, we have her in the back of the squad car. She wasn't in the accident with your son."

I sighed in relief as I looked past the cops' shoulders to see her just sitting there, looking devastated, and I couldn't blame her, she just lost her dad. I asked, "Is there any way you can allow her to stay with me? I mean, her mom lives pretty far from-"

"Oh, Mr. Durham, she isn't going to her mom. Social Services came by the hospital and explained to her that she was to live with you if something were to happen," the officer says as I see his partner go down the steps of my porch and get her out of the car.

"Why don't you go on in? I'll finish this up as quickly as I can," I told my granddaughter as she passed by me to enter the house.

After a few more minutes, the police left and I shut the door behind me to see Charlotte sitting on the couch, as quiet as she could be. She turned to look at me after hearing the door shut and whispered, "What am I going to do without my dad? I'm only 13."

"Oh, sweetheart," I said as I took a seat right next to her and pulled her into a hug, "I know this is going to be hard, but we'll get through this. That's what us Durhams do."

"I'm glad he and Grandma Camila are reunited at least," I hear Charlotte whisper as I tell her that was a good way of thinking.

I will do everything in my heart to keep her safe and protect her as best I can from harm's way.

-PRESENT, Charlotte's POV-

"Come on! Let's Go!" I hear Grandpa shout at the boys as I try to study on the bleachers, "Focus on practicing the plays, not showing off!"

I chuckle to myself and roll my eyes as I witness Tree Hill's star player, Nathan Scott, doing the exact opposite of what he was "asked" of. My phone buzzed beside me and I picked it up to see a text from Haley.

Haley: "Hey, wanna study at Karen's cafe?"

I text back, "Have to ask Grandpa first, but that would be greatly appreciated!"

After I put my phone back down, I glanced back at the court to see Nathan looking in my direction and proceeded to wink at me. I looked around to see if Peyton was sitting nearby, but couldn't see her anywhere.

"Nathan, you got something in your eye son? If not, stop blinking!" Grandpa yelled as the other boys laughed and I shook my head.

I packed up my stuff and headed down the bleachers toward Grandpa to ask him, "Hey, Haley texted me asking if I wanted to study over at the cafe. Can I go?"

"Sure, go ahead," Grandpa said as he glanced his attention to me for a split second, "Stay safe and remember to keep your phone."

"Yes sir," I respond as I walk toward the exit, but not before turning my head to yell over my shoulder, "See you guys at the game!" prompting the guys to hoot and cheer, much to Grandpa's annoyance.

After I arrived at the cafe, I sent a quick text before opening the door to see Haley helping Karen out behind the counter.

"Oh hey sweetie," Karen says as she spots me walking in and putting my schoolbag on the counter, "Your grandpa's yelling was too much for you?"

I laugh at her little joke and respond, "I wish I could say I'm not used to it, but I'm used to it. He's stressed about the big game and Nathan was busy showboating. Speaking of Nathan, he did something strange."

"What did he do?" Haley asked as I pulled out my notes and textbooks, "Did he flirt with you?"

"Okay, one, you know my grandpa's rule about me fraternizing with his "boys" so flirting is out of the question as well as dating. Two, no, he winked in my direction, but Peyton wasn't on the bleachers or there."

"Hold on, you say he winked in your direction, but Peyton wasn't around?" Haley asked as I nodded my head, "Charlotte, he was winking at you."

"No, he wasn't," I respond skeptically as I look over at Karen, who has the "Yeah, he definitely winked at you" expression on her face, "There's absolutely no reason that Nathan Royal Scott, who is taken mind you, would want to wink at me."

"Why not? You're intelligent, funny, and such a beautiful girl," Karen says as Haley voices that she agrees with that.

"Nathan lives up to his father, which means, he is not going to go for the smart and nerdy girl, he's going for the pretty cheerleader," I respond before mentioning, "No offense to Peyton, she definitely rocks it."

"Well, believe me when I say this, something is going off in that boy's brain when you're around," Haley says as she grabs a biscotti from the jar.

"Who are you guys talking about?" Lucas asks from behind, making me jump a little, "Oh, sorry, thought you heard the door open."

"It's fine, we're good," I said as I turned my body in his direction, "Also, none of your business who we were talking about because it's nothing of importance."

"Nathan winked at her and she thought Peyton was nearby," Haley responded as I shushed her from going further than that information.

"Well, they're always breaking up and getting back together, so I didn't know," I said as Lucas nodded his head in understanding of my theory before mentioning, "He and Peyton have broken up for good."

"There, now you have a shot at becoming the star player's girlfriend," Haley says as I roll my eyes and remind her that I'm also the Coach's granddaughter, so there's a little to no possibility of that happening, "You never know, maybe Whitey will go soft at the fact you're finding love."

Despite doubt running through a loop in my mind, maybe Haley's right about this. Grandpa is always telling stories about how he and Grandma were soulmates in love, he would want me to have a similar experience.

-BASKETBALL GAME-

"Hey Charlotte, if we win this game, how about we grab some dinner together?" I hear Tim shout at me, making me roll my eyes and yell back, "In your dreams! Now focus before he chews off your head or worse, benches you for the rest of the game."

I could've sworn I saw a little smile on Grandpa's face when he heard me rejecting Tim's offer. After my dad's passing 4 years ago, it was in writing that Grandpa was to get full custody of me since my mother wasn't acting like an actual mother and being reckless with everything regarding money, drugs, and especially men. It was honestly the best decision my father made because he didn't want me to be exposed to the fact my mom put those first instead of my health and well-being. I understand why the "Stay Away From The Coach's Granddaughter" rule is in place, but doesn't help when most of the boys are actually really nice.

"Hey Charlotte!" I heard someone shout and I looked to see who it was, "Down here!

I turned my head in the direction of the voice to see it was Martin McFadden, or what he likes to be called, Mouth.

"What Mouth?" I asked as I walked down the bleachers to his spot, "Did you need extra help with something?"

"No, it's not that, here," Mouth says handing me a folded-up piece of paper, and before I can ask, he mentions, "If your grandpa asks, just say it's my number so we can keep in touch in case we're working on something."

"Got it," I respond as I put the paper in my pocket and head back to my spot on the bleachers, with part of me itching to want to read the note now.

-AFTER BASKETBALL GAME-

As always, the Ravens kicked ass and my grandpa gained another win to his record. Grandpa and I were on our way home when he asked, "What was that kid giving you? The one with the big lips."

I laughed a little before saying, "His name is Martin, but he goes by Mouth as a nickname. He just wanted to give me his number for his phone in case we're to be working together on a project."

"You sure it isn't a love note? It was folded up pretty good," Grandpa responded as a little joke, prompting me to shake my head.

"No, just a friendly communication between the sportscaster and the granddaughter of the coach," I say as Grandpa parked the car in front of the house.

After dinner had been eaten and dishes cleaned, Grandpa went into the den to watch TV in his favorite recliner as I went into my room. I pulled the paper from my pocket and unfolded it to see a very recognizable handwriting, Nathan.

"Hey, I know this is not ideal, but you know, your grandpa has that rule of his set in stone and I don't want to be benched for the rest of the season. Here's my number xxx-xxx-xxxx, in case you want to talk or text."

I chuckle at how bold this boy is, using his friend to give me this note and bypassing my grandpa's rule. I pull out my phone and text the number, "If this is a prank, I very much don't appreciate that."

Nathan: As fun as that sounds, it's not. Guess you got my note ;)

Me: You know very well I did, it happened right in front of you, and you also had Mouth help you. Good game today.

Nathan: Thanks, that wink was towards you by the way.

I looked at my phone screen in confusion before texting back, "I know, you texted it to me just now."

Nathan: No, I mean earlier. You were looking around like it was meant for someone else.

Me: Can we switch over to a phone call?

Nathan: Wouldn't Whitey overhear you?

I closed my phone and put it in my pocket as I left my room to head towards the den.

"Hey, is it alright if I go for a night bike ride? I won't be gone long," I said as Grandpa nodded his head, "I have my phone on me."

"Stay safe, love you," Grandpa shouts as I yell, "Love you too."

After I shut the door behind me, I started biking down the road that goes toward the River Court. I pulled my phone out and called Nathan as I leaned my bike against the bleachers. He answered on the first ring and said, "So what excuse did you give?"

"Har har, very funny, I gave him an honest one. He's used to me doing rides at night, as long as I'm not out too late," I respond as I hear Nathan laugh, "What? I'm serious, I've never broken any of his ground rules, as of now."

"What a way to break the old man's heart, betrayal," Nathan said as I rolled my eyes and rebutted, "At least I'm always on his good side."

"Touche, question, why were you looking around when I winked at you?" Nathan asked as I ran my hand over my face and groaned.

"It's embarrassing," I respond as Nathan hits me with a "Try me."

After I took a breath, I said, "I thought Peyton was around, so when you winked at me, I looked to see if it was for her since she's usually your girlfriend."

Nathan laughs a little before saying, "We do break up a lot, don't we? Yeah, we're done for this time. Don't worry, that's not something to be embarrassed about."

"Jeez thanks, Scott," I respond jokingly before pulling my phone away from my ear to see the time, only have 15 more minutes before I have to start biking home.

"How much longer do we have on this call?" Nathan asked and before I could ask how he knew, he said, "I heard you pull the phone away."

"We have 15 more minutes before I have to bike home," I respond before I hear his voice change when he asks, "I'm sorry? Did you say bike?"

"Yeah, I thought I mentioned that," I said before clarifying, "I don't have a car yet and I think we both know how my grandpa feels about your dad, so there's no way my car is coming from him."

"Yeah, probably best if you don't," Nathan agrees as I add in, "Sorry, know he's your dad and all, but he can sometimes be an ass."

"Oh no, feel free, I feel the same way," Nathan responds as I start to feel bad about the way how unhappy he is talking about Dan.

To change the topic, I asked, "So, what's the real reason you wanted to talk to me?"

"Just to get to know you, the real you. You know, finally know your personality, not just the fact you happen to be related to my basketball coach," Nathan responds as I feel the inside of my body warm up and blush.

"Didn't know Showboater Scott actually had a heart," I say sarcastically as Nathan laughs and mentions, "Just takes the right person to make it skip a beat."

"I really should get back before Grandpa sends a search party, I'll see you tomorrow," I respond as Nathan agrees and tells me goodnight.

After I told him goodnight back, I closed my phone and started biking back up the road. I entered the house to look into the den to see Grandpa snoring and see the TV was playing a video of an old Ravens game. I grabbed a blanket to cover him up and I kissed him on the forehead to whisper, "Goodnight, Grandpa."

My phone buzzed to signal a text came through as I entered my bedroom, I pulled it out to see Nathan texted me.

"Had to tell you goodnight again, hope your dreams are sweet and have me in them ;)"

I laughed before putting my phone on charge and getting dressed for bed. Maybe tomorrow will bring something more into my life.

-TOMORROW-

"Have a good day today, I'll see you later," Grandpa says as we both exit the car and head toward the school.

After I told Grandpa to have the same, I headed toward my locker to see Tim leaning against it. I thought to myself, "Great, another day to reject his advances, again."

"What do you want Tim?" I asked as I stopped in front of him and shoved his shoulder to get him to move, "And get off my locker."

"Just thought I'd try to serenade you to go out with me, no one can resist my charm," Tim says smugly like he thinks he'll be successful in his attempt today.

Before I can say something, I hear someone say, "Tim, she's never going out with you, so stop. Besides, Turner's looking for you, it looks like you're in trouble as always."

"Aww man, I gotta hide," Tim nervously says as he bolts down the hall and keeps looking in all directions to try to avoid our principal.

I turned around to see Nathan standing there with a smile on his face.

"Clever, is Turner really looking for him?" I asked as Nathan shook his head and said, "Nope, thought I'd save a damsel in distress."

I open my locker to get my textbooks before saying, "I could have handled it myself, but thank you. I swear he just never gives up."

"Yeah, that's Tim for you," Nathan responds as I laugh, "Did you make it home in time? You didn't respond to my text."

"I did, thanks for being concerned. I did get your text, was nice," I said as he plastered an "I take offense to that" expression as a joke and whispered, "How dare you? I worked on that text for hours."

"Fine, it was funny, better?" I respond as Nathan nods and looks around for who I assume is my grandfather to make sure he isn't nearby before he leans in, "I really enjoyed our phone call, we should do it again."

The school bell rings and everyone starts rushing the hallways, causing my attention to be distracted and when I looked back, he was gone. So I pulled my phone out to text him, "We should."

I entered class to take my seat and the teacher started teaching his material when I saw a folded piece of paper get thrown on my desk. I looked towards the person who put it there and they shrugged their shoulder, meaning they were only told to give it to me. I started to unfold the paper when the teacher called my name.

"Yes sir?" I asked as he glanced toward the paper in my hand and asked what I had in my hand, "I'm not sure, I was given this just now."

I handed it to him after he asked for it, knowing he believed me since he knew I was not the type of student to break school rules, opening it to see what it said, before folding it back up.

"Sir, isn't it your rule to read notes aloud?" I hear a student asks before the teacher responds, "Yes, but in this case, I'm not going to."

"Not fair to the other times you did it," Another student says before the teacher looks at me with a somber expression and apologizes before he unfolds the paper to read what it said.

"Charlotte, you should wipe your existence off Planet Earth because of how ugly you are, no wonder your daddy is dead and your mommy didn't care to want you."

My stomach dropped and my veins turned cold hearing those words,

"I-I-" I tried to say but sentences weren't forming in my brain nor connecting with my mouth, "I can't."

I suddenly grabbed my bag and ran out of the classroom with tears streaming down my face. I didn't even know I was going outside the school until I was actually outside, standing on the sidewalk.

"I can't stay here, I don't want anyone to see me like this, especially Grandpa," I kept thinking over and over in my head.

I walked back into the school and towards Turner's office, who was surprised to see me.

"Charlotte, how can I-. Is everything alright?" He asked as I shook my head and told him, "I'm feeling sick and can't stay for the rest of the day. Do you mind telling my grandpa I went home?"

"Of course, hope you feel better soon," Turner says after I thanked him and left the office towards the parking lot to grab my bike.

After I biked home, I got in the house and that's when I finally decided to let out a scream and started sobbing, where no one could hear or see me this way. I've been bullied like this a lot by Rachel, and no one knows about it, not even Grandpa. I don't know why she's doing it, she's only been in Tree Hill for a few months. "I wish she would just stop."

I went into my bedroom and practically slammed my whole body onto the bed to grab a pillow to hold. I must've fallen asleep for a few hours because my phone buzzed with a text and I looked at the screen name to see it was Nathan.

"Hey, where were you? All the guys asked Whitey and he said you'd gone home sick."

Me: I did. A bug must be going around and I caught it.

Nathan: You looked fine this morning so I know that's a lie. What's going on?

Me: Nothing, I'm fine. Aren't you supposed to be practicing?

Nathan: Practice is over, didn't you see the time?

I looked at the time to see it was 5:30, which meant Grandpa would be home in an hour or so from mingling with his friends.

Me: Didn't realize, oops. Sorry, I had to miss seeing Grandpa yell at you guys.

Nathan: I need to hear your voice, phone call?

I sighed and tried to make my voice sound like I hadn't been crying before pressing the call button.

"Hey, how did practice go?" I say with a hint of crackling in my voice, which I silently curse that I let it slip

"About how it is sometimes, are you really okay?" Nathan asked with concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I might've just caught what's been going around. I'll be fine," I said as I heard a car door shut nearby, "Shoot, Grandpa's home early, I'll talk to you later."

After Nathan and I said our goodbyes, I made it look like I'd been sleeping since I got home. The door creaks open as Grandpa's footsteps enter my room and they stop as he sees my appearance. I hear him set down something on my desk and walk over to kiss my forehead to whisper, "Hope you feel better sweetheart, whether the bully is getting to you or you're actually sick."

I open my eyes to see a soup container and by the smell, it's from Karen's cafe, which means it's bound to be delicious. First, I need to talk to Grandpa, so I exit my bedroom to enter the den.

"Listen, I'm really sorry-" I started to say before Grandpa stopped me and said, "I know, your teacher got worried so he came to see me and showed me the nasty note. Then Turner came and told me you left because you weren't feeling good."

"Does that mean I'm barred from going to the next game?" I asked as Grandpa shook his head and told me the skipping class rule doesn't apply to me, "I promise, it's a one-time thing."

"Oh really? So, you're not going to skip class even if Nathan asks you to?" Grandpa asked, making my eyes widen in shock, and before I could ask, he said, "I see the way he looks at you, and I admit, maybe my rule is a little harsh."

"It's not, I understand why," I responded as I mentioned, "He doesn't know about the note or the bullying. This is all recent."

"Well, you outta tell him, he was worried about you when he didn't see you in the bleachers," Grandpa said as I sighed and responded, "I know, I just- I don't know why I'm allowing their words to hurt me."

"Those words hurt me too, seeing those awful things said to part of my whole world, hit me in the core," Grandpa said as I went to sit on the sofa, "You know your daddy loved you so much, loved you to the point he thought of the world of you and ensured you'd be with me as well as protected."

"I know, and I appreciate him for that. The mom part though, struck a chord since it's true, she loves those things more than me," I mention as Grandpa shakes his head yes, "At least I have the best parental figure take her place, because it makes me miss her less."

"Now you're just pulling my leg," Grandpa says to try to make me laugh. I shout, "I'm not! I'm serious."

"I know, just wanted to see that smile of yours, which I hope you've been showing Nathan," Grandpa responds as I blush and say, "We just started recently talking on the phone, but you can say he has since I have a tiny crush on him."

"As much as I don't like the fact he broke my rule, I'm glad," Grandpa said as he smiled and mentioned, "He'll be excited to see you back in the bleachers."

-BASKETBALL GAME-

I sighed, trying to keep the butterflies at bay, before pushing open the door to the gym to enter the basketball game. I looked up at the scoreboard to see the Ravens are winning by 5, hopefully making Grandpa pleased.

"Hey Charlotte, glad to see you're feeling better," I hear Peyton say to me as I walk near the cheerleaders, causing me to turn my head and respond, "Thanks, Peyton."

Before I even passed by the cheerleaders fully, I heard from behind me, "You look like you need a good purging, why don't you go into the bathroom real quick?". Rachel, she's on the squad?? I decided to ignore her and keep walking, but she apparently didn't like that because the next thing that came out of her mouth was, "Hey fatty, did you hear what I said to you?"

"Rachel, stop," Brooke said, genuinely worried, "Don't you realize who you're speaking like that to?"

"Oh I don't care that her grandpa is some big-shot coach, doesn't excuse the fact she looks like that. Probably why her parents didn't want to be near her," Rachel responds with a smug look on her face.

Before I could turn around and call her out on her disgusting behavior, I heard Nathan shout, "That is enough!" causing the whole gymnasium to be quiet.

"Oh come on, you know it's true," Rachel says as if she believes Nathan is on her side and will get the others to join in.

"No, it is not. And you have no right to speak to her like that," Nathan responds as he inches forward, "Ever since you came to Tree Hill, you've been acting like a real bitch to Charlotte, who has never done anything to you. Despite what you've done to her, she remained silent because she knew what it would mean if she spoke up."

"It's not like I'm going to get in trouble for this," Rachel says as Turner speaks up, "Rachel, we know it was you who wrote that note to Charlotte, we'll be discussing your punishment."

When Rachel turns to look at me, she had pissed written all over her face. "You are so fake! People need to know the truth about the real you." Rachel shouts, looking desperate for attention to be on her.

"She's not fake," Nathan says as he moves to be closer to me, "She has a heart of gold, she's kind to everyone around her, she's so smart, she's funny when she thinks she isn't, and doesn't pay any notice if someone is admiring her from afar."

"Nathan, I-" I started to say, fear of my grandpa's rule creeping in when he said, "He gave me permission, it's okay." He took my hand in his and squeezed it in comfort before whispering, "Now, you have another person in your life to love."

I looked up into his eyes to see sincerity swimming in them before I pressed my lips against his and kissed him. I felt him wrapping his arms around my midsection and picking me up, causing everyone to cheer and hoot. Meanwhile, Rachel stormed off with a fuss, but no one was paying attention to her. I pull away before whispering against his lips, "Now go kick some ass, boyfriend."

"Not a problem, girlfriend," Nathan said as he put me down and I smiled as I watched him run back onto the court.

I looked over to see my grandpa smiling back at me and I gave him the thumbs up before going to my seat next to Haley.

-WHITEY'S THOUGHT-

"Camila and Dale, you would be really happy and proud of our girl. She's doing amazing and found herself the best boy I'd imagine she falls in love with and he treats her like she deserves to be treated. Keep watching over us and blessing us with what we need most.

[bucephaly]

Hi, um. I am very confused by this: why would people lie about being Cherokee? I'm white, I don't mean to overstep here, I just kind of flashed back to my History of Native Americans class and from what I can tell, being Native means a shit ton of mistreatment in the past and present, a lot of absolutely absurd stereotypes, weird fetishization and creepy dehumanizing language. My great grandfather was Cherokee and he hid that pretty consistently because he knew it was going to be an obstacle to his education, his career and basically his life in general. While some digging into genealogy later confirmed it was legit, I kind of already knew from the start because people don't usually lie about something they forbid you from mentioning outside the family and which they knew would take them from "one of the brightest minds in your field" to "[insert comment about being One Of The Good Ones here]". So why would someone lie about this? It feels like that'd backfire pretty hard given how racist everyone was/is in the US. I'm not doubting it happens - people are jackasses who'll lie about most things - but I just flat-out don't get why it happens. Why, of all the lies to pick, would someone go with a lie about their ethnicity? I know this might be veering into "please explain to whitey about racism" territory but if there's an article or a book or something on this, please let me know because this is so baffling to me. Who would want to be oppressed when oppression is so awful?

So I'm from the south. Everyone and their dog here claims to have cherokee ancestry and there are a number of origins for the stories. I think there's a factor of white people playing Indian being more accepted than real natives. To many of them it's a novelty or fun fact, some of them take it farther and establish fake 'tribes', usually recognized at the state level but not federally because they have no actual history.

During the confederacy, it actually became sorta a weird show of white southern pride to claim to have cherokee ancestry, basically saying 'my family has been here in the south long enough that we were here before the cherokees were removed.' So it was a way to show 'deep roots' in the south.

There was the Guion Miller roll, where cherokees were given a payout of $133 each because of a lawsuit. A lot of people applied knowing full well they weren't cherokee, just hoping to get some money. We even see lawyers advertising the payout to get people to apply just to see if they could get some. 2/3rds of the applicants were declined for having no proof of Cherokee ancestry, and I figure some family stories may have started there. If it wasnt the applicant themself keeping up the lie, maybe it was someone later finding the application and thinking it must have been truth.

In some cases, the cherokee land lotteries could be the origin. Once cherokees were forced out of north Georgia, their land and everything on it, including their houses and personal belongings, was raffled off. Settler families made themselves at home and even started passing down the cherokees belongings as heirlooms. Eventually the story got twisted into the family being cherokee instead of stealing from them.

Then there are some other things. Mixed people claiming to be native because it was less stigmatized than being mixed, ancestors that could've lived in a place called cherokee or near the cherokee and that got misunderstood. The stupidest origin was an ancestor that lived in the 1700s who had a funny name, so she got recorded as being cherokee in the family Bible despite being from Virginia and having sounds in her name that aren't present in the cherokee language.

And I imagine there are plenty that were just tall tales someone told a kid for fun and it got passed down.

I'm not sure about the history of when these fakes started cropping up more, but I know it's been on the rise a lot in the last few decades.

And of course, nowadays, people love hiring people that give them diversity points without actually being diverse. And fake state tribes can make money. Here in the south, there isn't that much of a legitimate native presence. There is one real tribe in my state, none in two neighboring states. People here don't really figure real natives still exist outside those people with a cherokee gg grandmother that gave them high cheekbones. You'd be surprised how many people I hear saying 'oh yea but I doubt there are actually any fullblood cherokees left' and shit like that.

Oh, and also. Nowadays people love to avoid having to accept that their ancestors were colonizers. Hell, even my aunt who is also cherokee has said stuff like 'I'm sad that we have English ancestry, I was hoping we'd be Irish. I don't wanna be descended from colonizers' like.. auntie the Irish were colonizers here too. People love to be seen as less white. Youll hear pretendians saying 'no don't call me white, I'm not white I'm cherokee!' Etc. And ofc there are the hippie types.

Idk. I hope that helps somewhat, basically society is a lot more willing to accept a pretendian than a real native in a lot of cases. Plus I think a chunk of the modern issues faced by native communities is generational from past oppression [on top of the very real current oppression in native communities] and pretendians just cannot understand that.

And ofc the obligatory disclaimer that I'm reconnecting, I'm new to this too so im not an expert.

If you wanna see how many fakes there are [note: many many from Alabama and Kentucky], join the cherokee research and genealogy Facebook. Just for fun, I'm putting a post of theirs under the cut [it's long] that lists all the wild excuses and stories people have given for why their ancestors don't show up as native in research.

[lemondemonpickuplines]

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[kydrogendragon]

Sandmanniversary Day 1: Uniforms

Words: 1.3k

Pairing: Dreamling

Rating: Explicit

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Hob smiles through the sweat and dirt on his face. They may have lost but the thrill of such a tight match was a win in itself. And as the hooker for the Greek team walks towards him with burning intent, Hob expects this day is going to get even better.

Dream, as fans lovingly call him, steps into his space just off the sidelines. Fucking hell, he's even prettier this close. Hob's sad he only got to get his hands on the man in a tackle once.

"You played valiantly," Dream says with a voice like honey, sweet and slow.

"Yeah?"

"Mm. I'm impressed. I only wish we would be able to play against one another again."

His heart skips a beat. Dream was complimenting him?

"I'm always down for a re-match. Maybe we can get our boys to play again. Just...not at the Olympics, obviously."

"Perhaps," Dream replies with a smirk. "Though, until them, keep these as a promise. You can return them when we play next." His eyes narrow, pinning Hob in place. He watches as deft fingers hook themselves into the waistband of his shorts and begins sliding them down. Hob's eyes widen.

There, in front of all the stands and their teams, Dream Ateleíōtes takes off his fucking shorts. Granted, these damn things are short as it is but now Hob can see every inch of those pale thighs. Lean, but dense muscle tenses underneath and Hob wants nothing more than to sink his teeth into the meat of them.

White fabric is dangled in front of his eyes. Hob blinks, focusing back on something other than the temptation that is Dream's lower half.

"Well? Will you not give me your?"

"Mine?" Hob squeaks. Dream's lip twitches upward.

"Yes, Hob Gadling. Your shorts. Will you not give me yours?"

Hob's sliding his own shorts down before his brain can even catch up. Fuck, he's thankful he didn't slip his an underwear down too while he was at it. He clambers out of his shorts, the fabric catching against his shoes. He nearly trips and falls on his arse trying to get out of the damn thing.

Dream chuckles as Hob holds out his own pair in offering. Those long pale fingers—fuck, what would they feel like inside of him?—pluck Hob's own navy blue shorts from his hand as he tosses the white and blue fabric at Hob. It lands on his face as he scrambles to grab them while he tries not to groan out loud. Fabric that had been pressed tightly against Dream's body—against his arse, against his dick—was now on his face.

As he pulls the shorts down and into his hands, Dream finishes pulling the navy blue up over his legs. He winks and saunters back over to his team.

He stares dumbfoundedly at the over-enunciated sway of Dream's hips as he walks that he doesn't realize he's still technically standing in the fields with no shorts on until Marc slaps him on the back.

"Well that was something," Marc laughs. "You planning on putting them clothes back on or you just rocking the tighty-whitey look for the rest of the day?"

"Fuck," Hob hisses as he scrambles to put the shorts—Dream's shorts—on. He can hear the crowd cheering in the stands, probably both from Greece's win as well as the impromptu show they got from him and Dream.

Marc just laughs at his side. "Right, well, come on then! Coach wants a word in the locker room before we're dismissed."

The shorts were tight. Well, not too tight but Dream was visibly narrower than Hob and that reflected in how each step he takes makes the fabric ride up his arse. The fact that he's half hard isn't doing him any favors.

He sighs as he closes the door to his room, toeing his shoes off in the process. Thankfully, Ed wasn't here yet—off catching some tail, Hob guesses—so he takes the time to enjoy the relative silence. He sheds his shirt, groaning as the cool air hits his skin. Paris is so much more humid than London. The air practically sticks to him and his clothes.

He flops onto his bed with a sigh. As uncomfortable as they are, it's far better than standing. Hob stares up at the ceiling of the room that's been his for this past week and can't help as his mind wanders back to raven hair and blue eyes. He huffs. Dream Ateleíotes, a legend in his own right. And he had the chance to play against him. And he's wearing his shorts! His hand wanders down, thumbing the slightly too tight waistband. The white and blue colors are bright against his skin. He wishes he'd paid more attention to how Dream looked in his colors.

Hob's hand moves down slowly, the palm of his hand pressing against his eager cock. He hisses, arching into the touch. Christ, it's been far too long since he's been able to jack it in peace. Even in the showers, he doesn't get much time to himself. He shoots a passing glance towards the door. Hopefully Ed's preoccupied for some time. (Not that it matters. Hob's caught him mid-session thrice already now.)

Closing his eyes, Hob lets his hand slip under the elastic of the shorts and his underwear. His cock twitches as he wraps his hand around it, pushing the drops of pre down, slicking the way. He winces, the friction still rough.

He pushes his underwear down, the elastic catching below his balls, before bringing his hand to his mouth. He spits, coating his hand, and slides back down. The silky smooth fabric of Dream's kit feels like a dream (ha) against his dick. It's cool, despite the heat and humidity, and sends shivers down Hob's spine. And, perhaps the best of it, is that it's Dream's shorts that he's pressing into. The thought makes him twitch, another pearl of pre beads up and smears into the white fabric.

Hob presses his free hand to his mouth, stifling the moan that rips through him. Fuck. The thought of his seed, of his essence, stained into Dream's shorts has him hornier than he thought possible. He strokes himself, firm and quick. He needs these shorts to be ruined, to be marked by him. He needs them to smell of him before Dream gets them back. For Dream to smell of him.

He works himself fervently, panting and tense as he bites into the flesh of his palm. It doesn't take long. Just the image of Dream sliding them back over his legs, stains visible from where his spend had seeped through the fabric, it puts him to the very brink. And then the thought of Dream smiling at that, fuck, at Dream returning Hob's shorts back to him, equally used and dirtied.

He comes, harder than he has in a while, his cock pulsating as he spills ropes into Dream's shorts and his hand. He rests, not moving a muscle as the high slowly fades from his body. He takes a deep breath, letting his heart rate slow back down to normal along with his breathing.

Hob stretches, his spend already growing tacky against his skin. He licks his lips as he wipes his hand against the outside of the shorts. They still look rather clean and that primal desire to coat every inch of these shorts in his cum is strong. Fucking hell, he barely knows the man either and the things Hob wants to do to him...

He groans, turning onto his stomach and buries his face into his pillow. Ed's still not back yet...and he's cleared for the rest of the evening.... Hob sighs as he rocks his hips against the mattress, his poor spent cock already craving the friction. He may as well take advantage of the free time while he has it.

[serpentinesheldonserpentine]

I don’t wanna

use ChatGPT

own or drive an electric car

live in a high density urban community

eat almost beef

watch comic book movies

see a drag show

go on a cruise

watch the opening ceremony of anything

listen to anyone call a baseball game except Harry and Whitey

listen to anyone call any other game, I played I know the rules

meet anyone famous

watch any film made within the last decade unless Nolan, Tarantino, or Scorsese directed

drink coffee that I haven’t made

watch the halftime show

consume reduced (anything)

round up the invoice for charity

add a tip to takeout

try some ‘product’ in my hair

[delphiealmond]

A Fallen Apple From the Apple Tree

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Pairing ➸ Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor

Synopsis ➸ Lucifer Morningstar believed that Heaven was a sanctuary, the best place for a soul to be in. Growing up with his brothers was the easy part, until God summoned him and his older brother Michael to guard over the portal between realms. Slowly, Lucifer begins to see how frightful Heaven really was. Sought out to defend the sinners of Hell, tragedy strikes among the Archangels. But a familiar face makes Lucifer think that maybe defending his opinion wasn't the worst idea he could've had. Does this familiar face bring him peace? Or does Lucifer end up getting stuck in another twisting cycle of lies and betrayals?

Warnings ➸ None for this chapter

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Chapter Five (3.5k)

To Lucifer, this day could be classified as one of his most favourite days to have happened. Yes, he did have a few scars, and at one point he wanted nothing more than to go home, but that was all before he ran into Alastor. 

Playing around in Hell wasn’t something he had ever thought of before. He used to play games with his brothers Michael and Gabriel, but this was different. An innocence that oddly, both of them carried. A pure laugh and a tumble down a hill, yet neither of them complained. 

Lucifer stared up at the pentagram that lingered in the sky, mindless that his clothes had gotten dirty. In fact, he didn’t care at this point. Dull clouds lingered in the red and orange sky. Colours that Lucifer never thought would be the skies of Hell. 

“Wait, so… You’re telling me that this place is Wrath? Your dad’s place?” Lucifer asked, looking over at the boy next to him. Alastor laid there, staring up at the sky as well. His ears perked happily as he smiled blankly at the sky. 

“Yeah. It’s the Wrath Ring. Hell has a few others but my dad says that I’m not old enough to learn about them, fully at least.” He explained. 

“Is the sky red there too? In other places?” Lucifer asked. 

“I don’t know…” Alastor muttered, raising his hand up to the sky. His arms coloured black like the ends of his hair, but his fingers red. At first, Lucifer thought it was weird, but the more he hung out with Alastor, the more he grew accustomed to him. It was just what he looked like, just who he was. 

Lucifer looked back up at the sky. 

“What does Heaven look like?” Alastor asked, rolling over onto his side. He faced Lucifer, a curious expression on his face. 

“Oh, it’s white.” He said, before giggling. “It’s white and blue and gold.” He looked at the deer next to him. “That’s all.”

“Really…?” Alastor asked, his ears beginning to flatten. “That’s disappointing.” 

“It’s not really!” Lucifer sat up. “It’s really pretty! Like,” He jumped up, spreading his arms out as he spoke. “There’s these really smooth golden streets and like, whitey purple houses!” He began, spinning around as he tried to imitate St. Peter. Alastor giggled, sitting up as he crossed his legs. 

“And like, the winners are able to take any form that they want to, which is kinda cool, and the world is all gold and purples and pinks!! Oh!” Lucifer looked at Alastor. “And oranges too!!! And the sky colours change as the day goes on like on Earth!! Which means we get like a blue sky during the day! A black sky during nighttime! And oranges and pinks when the sun is going to sleep!” Lucifer explained. 

“You really like Heaven then..” Alastor spoke, a smile on his face. Lucifer giggled. 

“I guess so! Though, it can be boring… Especially since all the other kids our age avoid me and my brother..” He pouted, sitting back down, across from Alastor. 

“Why…?” Alastor asked, tilting his head to the side, his ears following suite. 

“Well, you see, since Michael and I are the kids of God, so the big man Aunt Sera calls him, other kids avoid us because they think we’re some kind of royalty… I mean, they’re not entirely wrong, Aunt Sera calls us princes, but like… I wanna play around and have fun with the other kids too without them thinking I’m important.” He explained. “I don’t know if you can understand.”

“I do..” Alastor said. “In my own way. Hell is somewhat similar.” Alastor placed his hands in his lap. 

“Yeah? Can you tell me about it?” Lucifer asked, sitting up, excited to learn more about this underworld. 

“Well… We have the rulers of each ring. And they’re like… Top of the top. Then we have overlords, who are people in power, but not as powerful as the ring rulers.” Alastor began, trying to think how it could connect. 

“And I’m the son of the ruler of Wrath, so… Since my dad is top of the top, I’m sort of… Feared.”

“Feared?” Lucifer frowned. “You’re not that scary…” 

“Oh..” Alastor paused, looking at Lucifer. “But I scared you, didn’t I?” 

Lucifer hesitated for a moment. The other day, yes, Alastor scared him. He was a bit frightening, and it made Lucifer’s hair stand up. He didn’t want to feel like that again. Maybe, Alastor was a little scary. 

“Okay, so you are a BIT scary, but not like… Scary scary.” He said, a smile appearing on his face again. 

“Scary scary? And what do you define as scary scary?” Alastor asked. 

“Lucifer Morningstar!!” 

Boy boys jumped at the loud shout. Alastor’s ears laid flat against his head as Lucifer cowered for a second. He knew that voice. He knew who it was. He swallowed hard, looking at Alastor before he stood from his spot. 

Turning around, he saw Aunt Sera. An expression on her face that he had never seen before. Her eyes were wide, her face had gone pale as she gripped onto his jacket that was long forgotten in his mind. 

She rushed over to him, taking his hand as she examined his body. 

“How could you do this? I told you to stay close to me! Why don’t you ever listen??” She gently grabbed his cheeks looking at him in his blue eyes. “You could’ve gotten hurt.” He frowned more, his usual bubbly personality gone in a flash. 

“I’m sorry Aunt Sera.” 

She scoffed, looking at the boy who sat on the grass, deer-like ears flat against his head as a small disgust lingered on his face. 

“Did you take him? Taunt him with your… Sins?” She spoke, distasteful in her words. She stared at him like he was a disease. 

“Aunt Sera-,” Lucifer gently pulled on her arm. 

“Hush Lucifer,” She held her hand up to the boy as she approached the demon child. “You hear my words, heathen. Stay away from him. He isn’t to be dealing with the hands of a demon like yours. You are repulsive, disgraceful and down right sickening.” She raised her hand, and before Lucifer could stop her, she slapped the boy across the face. Alastor fell back, the smallest whimper from him as he glared up at Sera. 

“Know your own filth.” She spat, before grabbing onto Lucifer’s arm. “We’re leaving.”

“But Aunt Sera-!” He shouted, trying to pull his arm away from her. He glanced back at Alastor, as he sat up, rubbing his cheek. 

“You are not to interfere with their kind,” She spoke, a portal to Heaven appearing in front of them. “Do you understand me?” 

“Sera, you hurt him-!” Lucifer tugged at her arm. 

“Lucifer,” he gripped his arm, forcing him to look up at her. “Do you understand me?” She spoke, her words firm. 

Lucifer swallowed hard, an angry pout on his face. 

“Yes.” He muttered. 

“Very well.” She stepped through the portal, bringing Lucifer with her. 

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Heaven was bright, and beautiful against the dark and scary world that Lucifer was just in. A world that he was beginning to prefer. He walked alongside Sera, both of them not speaking a single word to each other as they headed to the front of St. Peter’s house. 

“Lucifer..” She began, a heavy sigh coming from her lips. “Do you know how much danger you had put yourself in…?” She asked, looking down at him. He didn’t bother to look up at her, his eyes staring down at the golden floor, his arm limp in her grasp. 

“Lucifer…” She let go of him, kneeling down as she gently gripped his shoulders. “Hell is not a place for a young boy like you to wander off in.” He rubbed his cheek. “You could have gotten hurt…” 

“But I was fine.” Lucifer muttered. “I didn’t get hurt.” Sera listened to him, sadness weeped from his words as his blue eyes failed to meet her brown ones. 

“Lucifer, you are a very important boy. Even if you didn’t get hurt, the chances that you could have still outweigh the chances you didn’t. You shouldn’t put yourself in harm's way. I shouldn’t have brought you there in the first place, and I’m sorry.”

“Sorry…?” Lucifer finally looked at her. “You can say sorry to me, but not to Alastor?”

“Alastor…?” She questioned. 

“My friend.” Lucifer took a step back. “You hurt my friend just like they did yesterday. He’s just as much of a soul like I am and everyone hurts him.”

“Dear, he is nothing like you. You must remember, you are a prince. He is nothing more than a bug on the bottom of your shoe. He means nothing.”

“He means everything.” Lucifer complained, before storming to the front door of St. Peter’s. He pushed the door open and headed right into the living room, passing St. Peter who sat at his table with a warm cup of tea and a confused expression on his face. 

Sera sighed, closing her eyes. She had done Lucifer wrong. She knew it was going to be hard to bring back the trust he had with her. Standing from her spot, she headed inside St. Peter’s house, closing the door behind her. 

“I apologize, Peter.”

“No, don’t apologize! What happened..?” He asked, peering into the living room. Lucifer sat down on the couch, next to Michael who looked over his dirtied outfit. 

“Well…” Sera glanced at the two boys, as Lucifer crossed his arms over his chest and didn’t say a word to his brother. “Let's just say, things got out of hand in Hell. I shouldn’t have brought him there, Peter. I made a mistake.” 

St. Peter stared at her. He set down his cup as he headed to the kitchen. He was quick to grab a cup, and pour her a warm cup of tea to sit with. 

“Okay, well, I mean, everyone makes mistakes, most of the time God himself forgives you if you admit your faults. What happened?” He asked, wrapping his hands around his own cup. 

Sera looked at him. St. Peter was a trusted friend, a person she could talk to. And he was right, she needed to admit her faults, or she would never be forgiven. 

“I lost him… While we were in Hell, I lost sight of him and he disappeared.”

“Oh my stars…” St. Peter placed a hand against his chest. “That’s why he’s so dirty…” 

“Yes..” Sera pushed her hair back. “I searched everywhere for him, until I finally found him in some park that the sinners have. It’s nothing near as beautiful and clean as our own, but he sat on the grass… And I thought he was getting hurt.” 

“By what..?” St. Peter leaned forward, curious about the whole situation. 

“Another sinner. Perhaps a hellborn, I’m not too sure. But he was too close to him, and I thought this sinner was hurting him.” She looked at Lucifer who had buried his face into a pillow on the couch. “But I think… I was wrong.”

“Ummm…” St. Peter tilted his head to the side. “You can’t be wrong about a sinner, Sera. They’re bad people, Lucifer shouldn’t have been around this sinner in the first place.”

“I know… That’s when we left. But he seems really upset that I pulled him away. Perhaps… He was just trying to have fun-’ “Fun in Hell doesn’t exist, Sera..” St. Peter gently took her hand. “Don’t blame yourself for this misfortune. I’m sure God will forgive you for this, you are one of his most trusted people-”

“And that’s why I think it was a bad idea to even let Lucifer hear the idea of Hell.” She took her hand from the blonde across from her. “God trusted me to look after his two oldest, and I lost one of them in the most dangerous place known to creation.” 

“Just… Tell him that. And that you know you did wrong, and that you feel bad about it…” St. Peter muttered. “I’m sure he won’t be angry with you. You’re one of his favourites.”

“God doesn’t play favourites, St. Peter. Winners just think he does.” 

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Sitting down at the table, Michael beamed with happiness, Raphael in his lap as he shared his dinner with the second youngest of the boys. He clung onto Michael like his life depended on it, watching him and occasionally stealing some of his food even though he had a seat and a plate all to himself. 

Lucifer on the other hand, sat in his spot, a small pout on his face while he barely touched his food. Gabriel moved his own chair to sit closer to Lucifer as he climbed into it, looking happily at his older brother only to pause. He saw the pout on his face and pouted as well. 

“Why are you upset?” He asked, his voice small as he gently tugged on Lucifer’s sleeve. 

“It’s nothing.” Lucifer muttered, looking at the smaller blonde boy. Gabriel was only a year younger than him, but he usually mimicked Lucifer’s facial expressions as a way to try to understand him. Lucifer thought it was a little strange, but cute at times. 

“Nothing…” Gabriel muttered, before taking a few carrots from his plate and giving them to Lucifer’s. “To make you feel better.” He smiled. Lucifer watched him for a moment, before a sad smile appeared on his face. 

“You didn’t need to do that, Gab…” He said, but the younger simply shrugged, happily continuing to eat his own dinner. 

“My boys,” God sat down at the table, a one year old Joel in his arms as he got himself comfortable. “How was your day with Sera?” He asked, a small sigh coming from his lips as he spoke. 

“It was good!” Michael cheered. “We got ice cream, we went to the park, and we spent some time with St. Peter! He has a really nice house!” 

“Oh really? And how is St. Peter?” He asked, gently bouncing Joel in his lap. The baby couldn’t help but giggle, seeing the world jump up and down. 

“St. Peter is doing really good! He said he likes welcoming the new souls to heaven!” Michael explained. 

“And Luci..?” God asked, turning his attention to the second oldest. “How was your day…?”

Lucifer glanced at his father, a shrug of his shoulders as he ate some of the mashed potatoes that were on his plate. 

“It was okay. Went with Aunt Sera to the park and drank orange juice at St. Peter’s. Nothing else," he muttered. God watched him. It was as if the day trip with Sera did nothing for his mood. He was still pouting, his eyes still looked sad. Something was troubling him, and he knew he’d pull him to the side to talk to him about it soon. 

“Well, eat up then. It’s movie night.”

“Movie night!!” Gabriel cheered. 

“Movie night,” Raphael repeated, yet his words were just slightly jumbled as he smiled up at Michael. 

“Yeah, movie night!! You and Gabriel can pick the movie!” 

“I don’t think I wanna sit and watch a movie tonight.” Lucifer spoke, pushing his food around the plate. Gabriel glanced at his brother, another pout appearing on his lips. 

“Why not…?”

“I just,” Lucifer shrugged. “Don’t feel like it.” 

“Luci,” God spoke, gently patting Joel’s tummy. “Do you wanna talk about it after dinner…?” Lucifer simply shrugged, eating more of his potatoes. Gabriel watched him, only to look at their father with the same pout on his lips. 

God looked at his son, giving Gabriel a smile. The boy immediately copied it and continued to eat his dinner. Michael could sense it too. Something was still, definitely off with Lucifer. 

“Well, maybe… You could sit with Duckie and read instead?” He suggested. Lucifer paused. He did like spending time with Duckie. And he should read more. Alastor read a lot, by the looks of it, maybe he should pick up reading more often than too. 

“Maybe…” He said, stealing a small glance at Michael. He gave him a smile as he ate the carrots Gabriel gave to him. 

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As the boys were getting the big living room set up for the movie night, Gabriel and Raphael threw pillows and blankets onto the floor while Michael set up the movie choice, Lucifer wandered down the hallway. 

Pictures of all of the important people in his life on display in big paintings. Cases of their belongings and remnants of the past. First, was Sera, the eldest Seraphim of Heaven. Beside her, a larger painting of all of the elder angels, people Lucifer had never met, yet knew their importance. 

Alongside them, a painting of his father, in his heavenly form. Four eyes lingering in the air, next to a top hat that held a firm gold cross on it. A bright white smile as the blue and white cape draped over his knees. He looked proud, strong and independent. The creator of all things. 

Next to him, paintings of his brothers. Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, and Joel. All in separate paintings. His own painting sat between Michael and Gabriel. They were the princes of Heaven. It didn’t matter their order, to God, they were all still his sons and all still most important to the creation of Heaven. 

“Lucifer?” This time, his voice was soft and gentle as he spoke, his hands folded together in front of him as he approached the blonde boy. Lucifer looked up at his father, before he looked back at his own painting. 

“Why do people have to get hurt when they show you the good side of them…?” Lucifer asked. God raised an eyebrow. 

“Such a heavy question from you, my son…” God frowned. “Is that what’s been troubling you?” He asked. Lucifer didn’t hesitate to nod. 

“The other day… The boy got hurt..” He spoke. “But he was just showing me how he sees his home. I don’t get why we had to hurt him…” 

God frowned, before holding his hand out for Lucifer. The boy didn’t hesitate to grab onto his hand. 

“For many years, Heaven and Hell were on opposite sides.” He began, walking down the hallway. “Heaven was the sanctuary for those who did not commit a sin. For those who followed your earthbound brother’s rules.” 

“Jesus..” Lucifer gave a firm nod. 

“Yes, Jesus. And Hell was the place for those who turned their back, looked away from the rules and did the things that were bad.” He explained. “They didn’t follow your brother’s rules, committed sins that could not be forgiven.”

“Things written in your bible.”

“Yes, exactly.”

“But..” Lucifer frowned. “Alastor didn’t break a rule…”

“That’s because he is hellborn, Lucifer. A hellborn is someone who was born in Hell and can never enter Heaven. Rules were put in place for instances such as this.” God spoke. 

“So… Even if he did the purest thing a soul could do," Lucifer looked up at his father. “He could never be welcomed into heaven?”

“Exactly. And I don’t…” God paused. “I’m not sure what happened the other day, but the Cherubim watching you, the one who kept you safe from him, had told me that this boy almost hurt you.”

“That’s not true though.” Lucifer let go of his father’s hand. “He was defending his home… We would do the same thing, but… He got hurt when we didn't even get a slap on the back of the hand.” Lucifer frowned. “So I don’t understand how Cherubim could hurt him when he did nothing wrong.” 

God sighed. He put his hands together as he watched his second oldest frown and pout, confused on the rules, probably angry as to why a soul as young as him, had to be hurt to be taught a lesson. 

“Lucifer,” god knelt down, putting a hand on his knee, he held out his other hand for the young one. “We can not change the past, but we can make change for the future. Make it brighter and better and beautiful. Yes, I do have to admit, perhaps the Cherubim was in the wrong. And I’m sorry your friend got hurt. But now, we have to move on from this. We have to look past it, and decide what we can do to stop it from happening in the future.” He explained. Lucifer’s little hands grabbed onto his fathers’. He listened to him, trying to understand his words. 

“Winners learn from their mistakes and ask me for forgiveness. And I grant it. My son,” God gently cupped Lucifer’s cheek. “Understand that, though it was wrong, there is nothing you can do to stop it from happening. But know that you can stop it from happening in the future. Do you understand…?” He asked. 

Lucifer’s little eyebrows furrowed as he slowly understood the meaning of his fathers words. Slowly, he gave a firm nod. 

“That’s my beautiful boy.” God pulled Lucifer into a hug, pressing a kiss against his head. “Now, smile and brighten the day with who you are. You’re not a Morningstar without your smile.” He spoke. 

Lucifer looked at him. His pure, soft blue eyes looking back at his father. A hope lit in the pits of the dark blues. A brighter future praying to bloom from his lessons. 

“Yes, father.”