#yazzy writes

[killemwithkawaii]

Okay but how sweet would it be for Sally and Kim to have a (slightly awkward, but) wholesome friendship after he gave her that bird pic huh how fuckin cute would that be??

Sal and Kim Friendship Headcanons-

[CW: Unsanitary, bullying, weapon, mentions of murder and death, in-game themes]

>On the day everyone finds out Mrs. Packerton had died, Kim gives Sal the last of the bologna she has in the cafeteria walk-in because she knows how much he and his friends liked it. Sal is touched by the gesture and somehow manages not to gag while thanking her for it.

>When Sal goes through the lunch line, he and Kim always exchange pleasantries and have short chats about the birds in the courtyard, current school events, the latest episodes of popular TV shows, etc.

>Kim insists on giving Sal extra big helpings of food and will scold him if he doesn't finish what she scoops onto his tray.

"You are a growing boy Sally, you must eat so you can become big and strong! Now, go sit and finish before bell, or you get BIG BROCCOLI with NO CHEESEY SAUCE for dessert tomorrow!!"

Sal finds it a little irksome, especially when he's already stuffed to the gills, but does his best to comply because it admittedly feels nice to be subjected to a bit of motherly doting once in a while.... (Push comes to shove, Chug is always happy to help him make those last few bites disappear.)

>If one of them is absent due to sickness, the other takes note and worries. (Kim, because she can't help but be a bit of a mother hen over Sal, and Sal, because he fears the D.O.G. has claimed another person in his life as a victim.) They always expresses their concern and relief when the absentee returns to school.

>They empathize with each other regarding their respective deformities/disabilities and the othering they both experience because of said conditions.

Kim understands feeling self-conscious about appearances, as she's very sensitive about hers, but encourages Sal to be proud of who he is and to not be afraid to knock some sense into those who say otherwise (to do this, she suggests utilizing a sock full of pennies. "Is lunch money that helps you keep your other lunch money! 😉").

Sal always sticks up for Kim any time one of the other students mocks her appearance, whether she's around to hear it or not. ("Kim may not be a looker, but at least she's not a rude, shallow asshat. Hope you REALLY LIKE the crustiest corner of the mac and cheese tray, cuz that's what you're gonna be eating every Tuesday until summer break. 🤷‍♂️")

>When his senior year is coming to an end, Kim gives Sal an old and obviously well-loved birding book as a graduation gift. The handwritten note on the inside of the cover reads:

Sally,

Spread your wings and fly like the birdies!

Your friend,

Kim

(P.S. Keep eating your veggies, you will grow soon!)

While Sal doesn't really use it, he keeps it on his bookshelf as a memento. He pages through it occasionally to look at the nice pictures and to do a little reminiscing about one of the precious few positive experiences he had while attending Nockfell High School.

>After the Addison Apartment murders, Kim is one of the few people who steps forward to be a character witness for Sal during his trial. Despite all the evidence against him, she insists that Sally is a

'... kind, smart, sweet boy. He cause mischief, been in some rough and tumbles, yes, but he NEVER MURDER anyone!! Kim is SURE about that!!"

Ultimately, her testimony was discredited by the prosecution for various nitpicky reasons, but Sal appreciated her vouch of confidence all the same....

[miss-rum-hee]

[lostbookwyrm]

Flashback to that time that I tried to make a 'sold to one direction' style It crackfic only to get attached to the protagonist and make her a regular oc...

[unfortunate-brat]

Pinky Brain | ryomen sukuna x latina!reader

pairing: guitarist!sukuna x latina!reader

synopsis: that pinky brained guitarist is the worst and you thought he was kinda hot. yikes.

warnings: sukuna drinks just vodka, no ice. angst, petty grudges, hints of bathroom sex (not you though sorry), bathroom runs, geto mention !!, slight jealousy(?), annoyance, smoking, drinking. judgmental reader, you’re a slight germaphobe, slight revenge

word count: 1k

yazzy's comments: artwork by @/su2kuna , kinda liking this format more low-key. been a hot minute since I had writing mojo and as always it's when I have stuff to do. not proofread !!

18+, must have age in bio to interact !! no minors !!

"they're a pretty good band no?" shoko questions, cigarette in hand as she leans against the bar table. they've only been playing for an hour but the crowd the band attracts only gets larger by the minute. "little bit of indie and rock, that's within your taste."

you simply shrug, watching as the girls in the crowd start to scream as the frontman leans down with the mic still in hand. it's unclear what song was being covered, but you doubt those girls even cared. "they're okay, helps that they're attractive looking." taking a sip of your drink, your eyes glance to the other band members.

a man with long black hair was on one of the guitars, fingers moving with ease to support the singer, adding in a few vocals here and there. both his ears sporting shiny purple gages and painted black nails, matching his buddy on the right with pink hair. this band member has a different guitar, your guess is something on the higher end of guitar center. the instruments alone there were an entire paycheck, if not 6 of them combined. "hold up, is that..." shoko squints her eyes, taking a better look at the drummer who's face was half covered by his long strands of blonde hair. "oh it's nanamin! i didn't know he was in this band." putting her cigarette out in the glass that still had whiskey, she reaches into her coat pocket for her phone. taking a little video before typing away on her screen. "he said a name but I couldn't remember, guess this is them." you don't really react as your focus was stuck onto the guitarist with pink hair. following his fingers as they pull the strings, tongue poking out between his lips as the beat goes faster. moving past his fingers, you see his beefy arms covered in various tattoos, some thick lines and others much smaller. a single circle on the middle of his shoulders, what they meant you weren't sure. but they looked good.

"hello, earth to you." shoko waves their hand in front of your face, wondering why you didn't really answer her question. it's obvious you're checking one of the band mates but the brunette can't tell who. "helloooo..."

with a small pinch, you hiss and turn to your friend. "okay sorry, kinda spaced out." not really but telling shoko you were eyeing a guitarist's fingers and arms wasn't a great idea. "yeah, anyways wanna meet the band after? i'm sure Nanami can let us through."

"right….anyways wanna meet the band after? i'm sure Nanami can let us through." shoko won’t really take no for an answer and you knew that.

“sure.” maybe you could look at the pink haired guitarist a little more. “i’m gonna grab another drink though.” the bartender who made your drink earlier was down the line and you preferred they did it over anyone else. plus you needed to close your tab.

walking towards the other side of the bar, you wait to be greeted by the blonde girl with a purple crop top. she’s assisting two people who looked to be underage practically, perhaps its their baby faces. your eyes catch the boy, he’s got the same hair color as one of the guitarists. maybe they were brothers?

shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts of the guitarist away. why were you so obsessed anyways?

*

you currently sat on the couch with shoko as she talks to the band mates, who’s names you’ve learned to be gojo, geto and of course nanami. the frontman was gojo, who was really tall and hyper. geto was the black haired guitarist with the purple gages in his ears. leaving nanami, the blond haired drummer who still seemed to be out of breath from earlier. they were surprised to see shoko, as apparently she recognized the other two boys from grade school. small world.

you were only taking slow sips, stuck on what to do as shoko was speaking. finding yourself unusually quiet tonight despite the alcohol buzzing in your veins.

with a small excuse me, you left the green room the band was using to use the bathroom. having to walk across the stage floor and past big groups of people who were piss drunk. not that you were that far from that point either.

with a deep sigh, you push the door open to the women’s side only to hear loud moans coming from what sounded like a girl. not uncommon in bars but did they need to do that in a bathroom? are they not worried about the germs?

unfortunately you couldn’t wait to go home and use the restroom, so you opened an unoccupied stall to relieve yourself. doing your best to shut up the excess noises of skin slapping skin, followed by ridiculous moans a pornstar might be embarrassed by.

once finished, you used your shoe to push down the lever to flush the toilet, walking back out to wash your hands. eyes glancing at yourself in the mirror just as the stall door opened on the left. one girl struggling to walk back out and attempting to pull the straps of her dress back up. looking back down trying to hold back your disdain, you continue to scrub until someone clears their throat behind you.

glancing into the mirror your eyes spot the pink haired guitarist from earlier, taking a sip of what remained of his drink. and by judging the strong scent on his breath, it’s just straight vodka. “you couldn’t fucking hold it or something?” he grumbles.

“could say the same for you, after all this is a bathroom. not a brothel.” you dry your hands with some paper towels before rolling your eyes at the guy. sure there’s something sexy about being so needy and being obsessed with one another but you couldn’t picture doing it in a bathroom. not this one at least.

scoffing, he looks away before setting his glass on the counter beside you. if looks could kill, you’d be a goner already. “what a buzzkill. you jealous or something?”

you let out a small chuckle before brushing past him for the exit, unable to provide an answer. though your laugh alone makes the guy groan, gripping onto the same countertop you were just in front of. if he saw you again, you’d be dead meat.

*

fortunately he doesn’t have to wait for long as you happened to be at the same club he was just a week later. drink in hand and chatting away with his own bandmate, geto. that bastard. taking a sip of his drink, his eyes narrow down at how geto’s eyes never left your own. sitting a little too close to you and though he usually didn’t care much, the pink haired guitarist wanted to get even.

the only reason he and geto even came here was to enjoy the rock songs being played tonight. gave the guitarist more ideas of what songs they could cover next, so long as Gojo doesn’t whine about the vocal strain.

getting a glass of wine, he waits until you excuse yourself to leave. following close behind with the drink still in hand as you beeline for the bathroom. casually bumping into you and spilling the crimson liquid all over your chest, pretending to be annoyed. “you blind now or what?”

the only reason you wanted to leave was to touch up your make up but thanks to this douchebag, everything was ruined. without thinking, you slap him and walk away. forget returning back to geto and resuming the conversation about good hair products, you were leaving.

the cold is just as cruel as it nips at your exposed skin, blowing harsh breezes as you order an uber. perhaps the black skirt and tights weren’t such a great idea for tonight. but hey, your whole outfit came together with it pre wine spill thanks to pinky brain back in there. hell you still didn’t know his damn name.

arriving home felt the worst, tossing your purse somewhere and just peeling the wine stained clothes off your body. not even bothering to toss them into the washing machine as you entered the bathroom. wiping away the make up and the stench of the crimson liquid off yourself. pushing the thoughts of that guitarist out of your mind, who you hoped learned to not be such an asshole. though that was a stretch.

now cleaned up, your feet pad into the plush carpet of your bedroom. heading straight for the closet to pull out a new set of clothes. tomorrow you’d wash the wine off, for now you’d just doomscroll while brushing your hair out.

it was only ten pm tonight on this crummy friday night, posts on your feed of fellow friends who were out doing fun activities. one catches your eye, it’s geto and that same pink haired guitarist posing with some fans at the same club you just left.

your eyes fall to the caption, which was just all caps and various emojis. yet within it, you figure out what that asshole’s name was. sukuna.

well, at least you got a name now.

feedback is appreciated, along with comments and reblogs !! please don’t repost or steal my work, it ruins the fanfiction community.

[rambling-about-stuff]

I’m speaking my truth, every time I see fanart of dnp as girls and they write Dan’s name as Dani… i wish they had put Yazzy. Phil is still Fiona, please put Yazzy🙏

[bluemerakis]

bruh imagine living at the Ackles house and you and jensen are making out. danneel wasn’t home but when she catches u guys ?! game over. she mad you didn’t wait for her

when is yazzy writing this? we all CRY OUT in unison. need danneel to put on her mommy strap and give me something real to cry about 😔

[dayurno]

and tonight im thinking about Kevin and River Yazzie…

RIVER the original cody winter............ i miss them too...................... one of my biggest regrets regarding pfk is that i didnt have much space to write about river (& the other stingrays) and i really did want to :( need to see my sweetie again. river are you married to your rez sweetheart yet. was kevin your best man

[teatimetea]

Yapping About Twst Oc's Warning

Bug "boogie" - Oogie Boogie (Nightmare before christmas)

Diasomnia

Class 2-B

5'4" / 165 cm

Homeland|Town: Valley of Thorns / all Hallows Eve Village

Best Subject: Ancient Incantations

Club: Science

Hobby: Embroidery

Talent: Winning at Gambling, card games, dice games, honestly most luck based game

Likes: Bugs, Milkshakes, Star-Gazing

Dislikes: Gambling, Casinos, Bright Places

Unique Magic: Snake Eyes: Causes the worst possible outcome to play out on the target

Punka Goodfairy - not based off of anyone in particular but is raised/created by the three fairys from sleeping beauty

Diasomnia

Class 1-C

Homeland : Valley of thorns (somewhere)

Best Subject:  Astrology

Club: Mountain Lovers

Hobby: PaintBall

Talent: Sword Fighting

Likes: fireflies, foggy mornings,  Plants/gardening

Dislikes: “Bravery”,  Lilia’s cooking,  Essay writing, Sebek (grows to enjoy his company)

Unique Magic: Clay of Life: Bringing inanimate objects to ‘life’ .

Trivia: Missing half of an arm, Lost it in a magical accident as a young boy

Nathaniel "Nathan" Mad Hatter - Mad Hatter (Alice in wonderland)

HeartsLaByul

Class 2-E

Birthday: June 17th

Age: 17

Height: 5’6”

Hometown: Rose Kingdom -> HayBale Hamlet

Best Subject: Art

Club: Gaming

Hobby: Photography

Talent: Flower Arranging

Likes: Tea cups, unbirthdays, dancing in the rain

Dislikes: Broken Glass, Riddle Yelling, thunderStorms

Unique Magic: Hatter’s Illness: Constantly In effect, Allows Nathan to numerous nonsensical things. Pull cakes out from his hat. Eat tea cups. Cut tea cups in half for a half cup. Among other oddities.

Bruce "Brucie" Martin - Brucie (Finding Nemo) {great white shark}

Octavinelle

Class 3-A

Birthday: April 24th

Age: 18

Height: 8’ / 243 cm

Hometown: The Restless Sea

Best Subject: Defense Magic

Club: Literature club

Hobby: knitting, song writing

Talent: singing (will not tell a soul)

Likes: soup, the library,  strawberries

Dislikes: fighting, early mornings,

popcorn

Unique Magic:

    Red Rage: able to great damage, With minimal effort. Going into a blinding rage that causes major damages. Needless to say there is high risks.

Anchor Fisher - Anchor (Finding Nemo) {hammerhead Shark}

Octavinelle

Class 3-B

Birthday: August 7th

Age: 18

Height:7’6” / 231 cm

Hometown: The Restless Sea

Best Subject: Magical History

Club: Hockey

Hobby: kickboxing

Talent: Playing Piano

Likes: Cake decorating, jelly doughnuts, magic 8 balls

Dislikes: Pranks, smoking, rodents

Unique Magic:

    You Can’t Hide/I Found You: Once his unique magic is set off Anchor is able to locate anyone with a # radius of him. 

Chum Graham - Chum (Finding Nemo) {Maco shark}

Octavinelle

Class 3-C

Birthday: March 16th

Age: 18

Height: 7’3 / 222 cm

Hometown: The Restless Sea

Best Subject: PE

Club: Music club

Hobby: Dance Choreography, Painting

Talent: Curses

Likes: shark gummies, music, C A F F I N E

Dislikes: winter, zoo’s, staying indoors

Unique Magic:

    Counter Strike: doubling the users speed,

Allowing for them to get in several hits on the Target with an increased damage output.

Morgan Ashengrotto - Morgana (little mermaid 2) {ursula's little sister} *Azul's baby cousin

Octanville

Class 1-C

Birthday: February 24

Age: 16

Height: 5’4”

Hometown: Coral Sea

Best Subject: potions

Club: Light music

Hobby: playing video games, colouring books

Talent: can do almost any math in his head quickly

Likes: Muffins, Rain,  mint, black roses, indie music

Dislikes: Azul. blueberries, raisins,  peanuts

Unique Magic:     I’m Gonna Get My Wish:  (N/A | To be determined)

Othello Kumar - Iago (aladdin)

Scarabia

Class 2-D

Birthday: January 27th

Age: 17

Height: 5’6” / 170 cm

Hometown: Scalding Sands

Best Subject: Flying

Club: Horse-Riding

Hobby: crossword puzzles, wood cutting, Dancing

Talent: lyre

Likes: Romance, ghosts, Pranks

Dislikes: Pigeons, big dogs/cats, crowds Unique Magic:     UM Name: (N/A | To Be Determined)

Yazzy Vega - yzma (Emperor's new groove)

Scarabia

Class 1-A

Birthday: march 28th

Age: 16

Height: 5’3”

Hometown: Gulf of El Dorado

Best Subject: Potions

Club: Science

Hobby: Darts, potion making

Talent: Potions and curses

Likes: Roses, Literature, Power

Dislikes: being wrong, Bees, wilderness

Unique Magic:     UM Name: (N/A | To Be Determined)

Richard Trien - Drizella Tremaine (Cinderella movies)

Pomefiore

Class 3-E

Birthday: september 8th

Age: 18

Height: 5’9” / 179 cm

Hometown: (unnamed) - Land of Pryoxene

Best Subject: Potions/Magical History

Club: Film Studies

Hobby: Jewellery Making, Vintage clothing collecting

Talent: Acting and Calligraphy

Likes: Dressing up, Musicals, Organizing

Dislikes: Math, death metal, mice

Unique Magic:

    UM Name: reversal of time ? (To Be Determined)

RSA specific ocs ahead

Cinder Trien - Cinderella (Cinderella movies)

Unnamed Dorm (snowwhite themed)

Class 1-A

Birthday: June 1st

Age: 17

Height: 5’10

Hometown: (unnamed) - Land of pyroxexe

Best Subject: Animal Languages

Club:

Hobby: Sewing

Talent: Negotiations

Likes: Repairing things, mythology, romance novels, dreams/dreaming

Dislikes: doing all the chores, old traditions that are harmful or make people unhappy,

Unique Magic: No Task Too big!: with the swift wish, one is able to multitask on a whole new level. Making no task too big for one individual. It takes practical magic too a whole new level because it requires less concentration and more determination

(that's Not even all of them, just the ones i have the most written down about)

[ihaveforgortoomany]

juni looks like she'd say "road works ahead? geez i sure hope it does!" /pos

Definitely canon to them

Easy enough to edit lol

For no reason whatsoever I made this

I have no idea lmao (too much time)

Nope the oc trauma car keeps rolling

Enough said I think (no i lie lol)

So anways

After editing this I should really stop writing this

Never again Im writing this

I cant spell

The thing is too long

Yazzy (I ran out of words lawd)

[yazzy-khan]

i have a lot of faith in Juno Dawson if anybody is gonna write a Gay Little Yazzy Khan reference into the newest season it’s gonna be her

[miss-rum-hee]

[hauntedjpegcollection]

NO GREATER DESIRE EXISTS THAN A WOUNDED PERSON’S NEED FOR ANOTHER WOUND. — GEORGES BATAILLE

pinterest - writing - tag

BASICS

FULL NAME → Yasiel Edgar Salazar Marquez

NICKNAME → Yas, Yazzy (mostly just by Mouse)

AGE RANGE → 20-30’s

BIRTHDAY → July 1st

SPECIES → Human

NATIONALITY → American

GENDER → Cis Male

ORIENTATION → Bisexual

OCCUPATIONS → Archivist (specializes in painting restoration), Court Mage/Necromancer (fantasy au)

THREAT LEVEL→ Very Low (mostly nonexistent unless you count surrounding himself with dangerous people)

SPOKEN LANGUAGES → English (fluent), Spanish (fluent), French (conversational)

APPEARANCE

FACECLAIM → n/a

EYE COLOR(S) → Heterochromia; right eye hazel/blue, left eye brown

HAIR COLOR(S) → Black

DOMINANT HAND → Truly Ambidextrous

ACCENT → Midwestern American

HEIGHT → 5’10’’

WEIGHT → 150/160 lbs

BODY → Fit but only moderately muscular. Lean and slender, with long limbs. Arms much stronger than the rest of him. Broad shouldered, but tapered waist. Has very nice hands and forearms. Freckles are mostly on his face and shoulders. Has a few moles on his stomach and back. Cuts a very unintimidating figure all things considered.

TATTOO(S) → House of Leaves book cover design on his shoulder and bicep, an eye on the inside of his left forearm, a mouse on his left ankle.

PIERCING(S) → Ears

GLASSES → Yes, large and square.

SCARS → None noteworthy

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN → Lorian, Ohio USA (lies and says Manhattan NY)

FINANCIAL STATUS → Lower Class

EDUCATION LEVEL → (frontier help)

RAP SHEET → None

PRISON TIME → None

RELATIONSHIPS

BIRTH ORDER → Twin

PARENTS → Domingo Salazar (father, estranged), Jashiel Marquez (mother, estranged)

SIBLINGS → Mouse Marquez (twin sibling)

SIGNIFICANT OTHERS → Lark Tanaka (ex boyfriend), Lethe (there is not a summarizing word I don't think)

CHILDREN → None

ENEMIES → None (right?? right???)

PETS → None

VICES

SMOKES → Yes, highly addicted

DRINKS → Socially

DRUGS → Weed, occasionally

VIOLENCE → No

SELF DESTRUCTIVE → Moderate (his self preservation is very strong, but he also romanticizes the idea of self destruction like a loser)

PSYCHOLOGY

MENTAL → OCD

PHYSICAL → Very bad asthma

ANGER EXPRESSION → Hot, egotistical, mean. Can be downright nasty and cruel when angry; sort of a bitch, lets be real.

ALIGNMENT → Neutral Evil

PERSONALITY TRAITS → Romantic, Loyal, Organized, Empathetic, Moody, Avoidant, Flighty, Morbid

MISC

SIN → Gluttony

ZODIAC → Cancer

ELEMENT → Water

SEX PREFERNCE → Switch that leans heavily submissive

ANIMAL → Goat

MUTATION → Telekinesis

[unfortunate-brat]

dark waters

pairing: lawyer!jensen ackles x sirenita!reader

word count: 2k

synopsis: you may have kissed jensen, but would were you determined to pay the price for it? 

warnings: fluff, angst, unprotected sex, flirting, skinny dipping, angst, heartbreak, rejection, inappropriate age gap, drinking

yazzy comments: I’M SO SORRY BUT I’M SO BAD AT WRITING SEX SO I DID WHAT I KNOW BEST. don’t hate me. ty to @bittersweetfig for being my beta reader, I was nervous af.

beware: any minor or ageless account that interacts shall have their throats ripped out and be tossed into the sea. 

mi linda serenita | c.ai bot | library blog |

the fire grows larger with an insatiable hunger despite the amount of logs being tossed in every ten minutes. illuminating the dancing shadows across the sand as individuals enjoy the music blaring from someone’s speakers. red solo cups in hand as they spin around and laugh with others. steady flows of alcohol buzzing through their bloodstreams as the night goes on. 

you had been tucked away towards the sea, feet tickled with every small wave that washed along the shore. one manicured hand wrapped around a red solo cup of your own, a concoction of various liquors inside. upon the first sip you had the sting of vodka hit your throat, but that would go away eventually with more sips. 

it’s not as chilly as anyone would believe, in fact you’ve felt too hot being by the fire. besides watching the flames dance wasn’t as entertaining as being here, smelling the salt up close and personal. 

though from afar, you’d probably look like some sea witch. dressed in black lace that hugs your figure, with more teasing neckline that would surely rile someone up. yet all the younger men here didn’t catch your eye, too rowdy and jokesters to even communicate with. truthfully you didn’t have many friends to begin with, none of the neighbor’s kids liked you and your schooling was somewhere private. boarding school if anything, where uniforms were the face of the academy. 

when you finally graduated oh how you rejoiced in not wearing that god awful attire, who even thought of puffy sleeved collared shirts? it’s like a giant cotton ball was on your shoulders and when it’s hot? that was the worst.

college had no such dress code and it took years to find a style that suited you. following trends was something you hardly done as comfort overshadowed every attempt. yet now, more confident in your skin, you took little risks. and with that glow from studying abroad, it made everything fall into place easily. 

the last sip of your drink had been a while back and though you crave more, it’s perhaps best to stop for now. water would help you sober up just a tad. 

so with slow footsteps, you’re headed over to the cooler to retrieve a bottled water, only for someone to beat you to it. the larger hand passes you the cool bottle first before grabbing his own. “here sweetheart.” your eyes look up, meeting a gorgeous candy green which somehow seemed a bit darker than usual. 

“you do know there’s a ton of younger folks here right,” you whisper, standing back up before taking a swig of water. his eyes on you the entire time and you’re no stranger to his staring. “i doubt you’re meeting up with a client.” 

jensen chuckles, taking a swig of his own water before wiping away the excess with the back of his hand. you got him there. “last i checked, it was a neighborhood bonfire which is by my own home. how could i not be invited?” he tries his best to not watch the fabric hugging your skin as you turn away, heading back towards the shoreline. it’s sinful how you move, jensen’s not going to deny that he’s watched you sometimes from his balcony. each step of yours is graceful and at some points calculated. 

“you coming?” your voice pulls the older man away from his thoughts as you had turned back to look at him. a soft smirk on your lips and jensen would be a fool to reject such an invitation. 

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─────────

“so hypothetically speaking, what’s your answer?” you walk beside him, the bonfire nothing but a speck of light in the distance as the two of you head south. bodies walking side by side with laughter still hanging in the air. 

“hypothetically speaking as your hypothetical lawyer, assuming you’ve paid me with hypothetical money for my time, i’d advise you seek therapy.” he had finished his bottle of water a while back but held onto his empty one and yours. only due to the fact that you wanted to take some shells home. 

“well that’s rude. i wanted advice from a lawyer.” you offer him a playful pout in response as the waves continue to tickle your feet. he didn’t want to get too wet, worried that the sand would feel gross under his feet. what a diva. 

“it’s all hypothetical sweetheart, that’s not going to be my true answer if it were real obviously.” he stops in his tracks, spotting a recycling bin to toss the water bottles away. “gimme a moment.” 

right as he returns, you only chuckle before taking one step closer towards the dark waters behind you. “if we were playing a drinking game based on that word alone, i may have been wasted by now.” though no alcohol could beat the buzz of adrenaline the sea offered her with every swim. 

“wouldn’t want you to be drunk, that makes things more unpredictable.” his footsteps move two steps in your direction, with hardly any space left. “besides, how would i be able to keep you from not running in the ocean and disappearing on me.” callused fingers move towards your cheek, stroking gently alongside it as jensen then pulls back. he shouldn’t be this close to you. 

“i don’t need alcohol to do so.” you step closer towards the waves. not bothered so much by his hesitation as jensen separates the gap between your bodies. “besides i can swim, can’t you?” eyes remaining on his taller figure, you take another step back. the corners of your lips curling into a smirk. “don’t tell me you can’t swim mr.ackles, you live by the sea.” 

not that he can’t swim, no jensen recalls his time swimming during highschool for p.e. credit so staying above water was no issue. *it’s swimming somewhere he can’t see or in a body of water that has unknown behaviors.* “i don’t do oceans sweetheart, they’re not exactly safe on their own. especially at night.” he’s watched you get closer to the water and wonders what could be going on in that little mind of yours. 

“humor me,” you reach out for his hands, feet tickled by the waves crashing onto shore. it’s a bit cold, but you don’t mind as his warm palms meet your own.“it’s not so bad.” 

“it’s freezing.” how you weren’t shivering was beyond him. “now what?” surely you weren’t planning on getting in further right?

your hands let go of his own, stripping every article of clothing of your body and tossing them somewhere in the sand. ignoring the way his eyes go wide as you slowly back into the sea, letting the waves cover every inch of skin. “do you trust me mr.ackles?”

that’s not a simple answer, as jensen can’t even trust his own body as he feels a twitch between his legs. you had no worries in stripping before him but could he subject you to the same? then again, you were far from ladylike these days. 

moments later, he’s joined you in the dark waters. doing his best to stay afloat as you swim over. the swell of your breasts peeking out from the waters. “don’t go too far, i wanna be able to stand.” he grumbles, trying his best to not picture your naked form just centimeters away from his own. 

“such a scaredy cat,” your fingers dance along his shoulders as the distance closes between you both. stiffened nipples brushing against his chest as you both float along. “here i’ll hold on so you don’t get dragged away.” 

with arms wrapped around his shoulders, your body presses against jensen’s front half. eyes locking onto his own as one of his hands moves to your waist. gripping the flesh as he tries to fight the feeling in his groin despite your bare folds ghosting over the tip of his dick. oh how jensen wished to sink into your tight walls, stretching out that sweet pussy as your body clings to him for dear life. 

“you’re not that slick.” you whisper, letting the waves keep your bodies afloat in the water. it’s no secret you’d want him to make the first move, you’ve been nothing but patient these days. “you must not get a lot of attention these days, did your old age finally catch up to you?” 

there’s a flicker of something in his eyes, you were too slow to catch just exactly what but as his hand snakes around your waist, he presses his temple onto yours. “you’re always barking, do you ever bite?” 

your lips immediately meet his own, his stubble tickling along your skin as he adjusts his grip. encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist, groaning when your tongue fights his for control. there was no proper way to respond to his question, at least in words. 

each kiss from his lips made your mind fuzzy, but you stayed strong. wrapping both arms around his neck as he cups your ass, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. “fucking tease,” he whispers, moving to kiss along your jawline. aching to sink his teeth into your flesh, wondering if you’d wear it with pride or try to hide it. “i shouldn’t be attracted to you.” 

you’re uncertain if he’s speaking directly to you or thinking out loud, yet the words are not far from the truth. your father would be livid if he knew and possibly be more than eager to murder his best friend for corrupting his daughter. however, your father wasn’t exactly on your good graces right now. 

meeting each other’s hungry lips, you reach down between your bodies, grabbing his length and lining him up to your core. “and yet you are, so are we going to go back and forth about morals or fuck?” 

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you’re dressed in a soft nightgown and matching robe, slowly descending down the steps as you hear voices coming from your father’s study. 

“look, you’re doing this to expand business. it’s gonna be scary but i believe in you.” your father says, speaking to an unknown individual as the door opens. 

you’re quick to hide, moving up the stairs again and crouching as a person steps out. “thanks.” you’re hidden when their face is revealed and you recognize those dark green eyes anywhere. “it’ll be weird being away from home.” 

your father steps out of his study, shaking jensen’s hand and giving him a big hug. “but it’ll be worth it, who knows, you’ll probably find your wife out there jay.” 

your hands grip the wooden pillars in front of you as jensen glances upwards to where you were, as if he sensed you were there. “maybe, not sure i’m ready yet.” you had looked away, recalling last night’s events. he had pushed you away and now he’s leaving. “tell your daughter it was nice seeing her and she’s welcome to use my home to study if she chooses her major.” 

by then, you had retreated back to your room and shut the door. which jensen swore he heard and he fights to keep his cool in front of your father.

“she’s a smart girl, whatever she chooses i’m sure she’s gonna succeed.” your father says, leading jensen towards the front door. “you let me know when you touch down in kansas brother.” with one last hug, he closes the door behind jensen. 

you watched from the window, your expression unreadable as jensen looks up and meets your eyes. though when you turn away, he sighs. he was truly sorry but you needed someone better than him. someone your own age.

meanwhile you laid in bed, closing your eyes as you recalled last night’s events. 

how easily he slipped inside as your bodies fused together, lips greedily feasting on your own. his hands taking the time to memorize every inch of you to memory, you had the marks to prove it.

and yet when you finally hit your climax, he changed his tune. quickly putting distance between your bodies and leaving you in the ocean. not a word or sense of explanation as he left you behind and headed to what you assumed was his home.

wiping the stray tear, you open your eyes and stared at the ceiling. 

you’d never touch the ocean again.

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Alright I'm bored so let's write terrible character bios since I didn't do it before 🙃

Tia Yazzi

Birthday: 7th of Summer

Age: 23 (at this point in the story)

Race: African American

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Occupation: Fashion Designer

Personality traits: Romantic, Geek, Ambitious

Hobbies: Playing video games, Drawing, Sewing, Cooking, Traveling

Origin

Tia started her journey in her senior year of high school. She had always wanted to design her own dress for her first homecoming. She had taken basic sewing lessons after school and received a sewing machine for completing the class. At the time, there wasn't enough funds at her school for clothing design clubs or after school lessons so she took it upon herself to study fashion online. Searching luxury brands, famous designers, shoes to purses, She was inspired. Constant trips to the local fabric store, Her feed filled with fashion guru's and sewing techniques, This was her passion. When she graduated high school the first thing she did was look for community colleges or universities. She knew who she wanted to be, And how she'd get there. Now a Foxbury graduate and certified designer at Chanel.

However, She's not very happy with her career and where it's going. Unable to put her twist on things or create her ideas.

She sat with her thoughts one night and decided she wants to chase her dreams for real. Become her own boss and make her own decisions.

Other characters

Penny Tillman

Tiffany Cho

Scarlet Valentine

Thorne Bailey (WIP)

Dirk Dreamer (WIP)

Octavia Moon (WIP)

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Willie Jones (September 23, 1994) was born in Shreveport, Louisiana to Michael and Delores Jones. He creatively blends hip-hop and country music. During his childhood, he wrote verse and improvised music almost instantly. He showed the agility, range, and vocal phrasing necessary for development as a professional musical performer.

He graduated from the Green Oaks Performing Arts Academy, where he participated in the school choir. He studied and surrounded himself with country music. He participated in Yazzy, a youth jazz and theater company.

He was a contestant on The X Factor. He performed “Your Man” at the audition round in Greensboro. During Fox’s Boot camp, 1 round, he sang “She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy.” He was eliminated from the competition. He went on the UneXpected Tour in Providence, Rhode Islands as the guest artist vocalist for Lyric 145. The L.O.F.F. Tape gained him his first national recognition. He was cast in Cameron.

He released his first single recording, “Runs in Our Blood.” He released his debut album Right Now on The Penthouse/Empire label, amassing a cumulative stream count of 27.5M to date on Spotify. His debut album featured the poignant patriotic single “American Dream.” He performed on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. He signed a contract with Sony Music Nashville in partnership with The Penthouse.

He produces a recurring video on the YouTube channel called “Story Time with Willie Jones.” He has an interest in fashion design and plans to produce a clothing line.

He has become one of the fastest-rising stars in that genre. His signature song, “American Dream,” written on the Fourth of July in 2020 is a tribute to Martin Luther King Jr’s attempt to address racial issues dividing the nation. He writes lyrics of protest for racial equality and social change. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence