#you gotta take a break. and mine looked like this ok.

[michithing]

some uh posters i made. i am so exhausted. just dont question it ok? please

[jd07201990]

I shouldn't have opened my mouth. All I had to do was just walk away, and I'd have been fine. Now, It takes 3 showers a day, and a can of Axe a week, just to control the apocalyptic funk of athlete that pours from my pits... and feet... ok, ok I just stink, ok?! And its all because I tried to stop Pops, a local Gym Owner, from bullying one of his regulars.

The massive man was absolutely raging, as he berated a Jock for skipping sessions, despite the young man explaining desperately that he couldn't miss any more assignments or he'd lose his scholarship. It didn't seem to quell Pops's anger, as I watched the man drag the boy to a bench, and force him to lift rep after rep, until the Jock was panting, begging for a break, promising not to miss any more sessions. 

I'd been walking on the treadmill the whole time, and decided to get involved. My first mistake. Walking up to Pops, I cleared my throat, and told him to lay off, that clearly the Jock was exhausted. Pops grabbed my collar and hoisted me up off the ground, before I could react, his face nearly against mine as he went off, first about my nosing about, then about how ridiculously thin I am. I stammered, my legs dangling, until Pops put me down, and smirked.

"You know, a little meat on those bones wouldn't hurt. Maybe with a few pounds, those big, sweaty dawgs you've got wouldn't look so clownish!"

My jaw dropped, a squirmed under his gaze, as a shiver went down my spine, and a dull, warm itch began in my feet. I don't know where he'd gotten the idea that my feet were clownish, I'm 5'7" with size 9.5s! But suddenly, my sneakers felt cramped, warm, with a dull humid dampness making it feel as if I'd stuffed my foot into a wet towel.

Then, I groaned, as a sharp pain shot down my ankles, and my sneakers burst open, revealing wide, reeking Jock-feet, at least size 13. A dense funk rose, and I gagged, the intense reek of Athlete poured from my torn shoes. Pops laughed heartily, then sneered. 

"And those pits! You'd think with hairy, sweaty pits like those, you'd be top of the roster! Not even Big Billy has pits as bad as yours! There's a bull inside you, just waiting to come out!"

Again, that cold shiver ran down my back, and my armpits felt as if fire ants were biting them. Hundreds of itchy bumps formed, then, hair sprouted, filling in and dampening until the stink of the locker room oozed out from them. I whimpered as I caught the scent. Looking up at Pops, I begged.

"Please! Don't do this! You gotta undo this! I'm not a Jock!"

Pops laughed, taking both my shoulders in his massive rough hands, and pushed me down onto a bench, taking my arms and forcing them up onto the bar. My pits were fully on display as he growled.

"Lift. Don't stop until I come back, or those pits and feet will be the least of your worries."

I believed him, and tried to pull the bar down, barely moving the weights. Pops facepalmed, moved to a backpack next to a mountainous young brute lifting what had to be the weight of a small car. He fished out a protein shake, pressed the nozzle to my lips, and forced me to guzzle a few mouthfuls, pulling it away as I heard my stomach gurgle. 

I hiccuped, then burped, as my body seemed to warm, sweat forming, soaking down my shirt. Then, muscle began to swell under my skin, not huge, round bulk, but enough to look as if I'd been hitting the gym for several months, not days. When it settled, I must've gained 10 lbs, all of it hard muscle. When I pulled the bar down this time, it wasn't easy, but I wasn't lifted off the seat this time. Again and again I tested my new size, and Pops grinned. giving my thicker shoulder a punch. 

"I'll make an athlete out of you yet. Like it or not, you're gonna be one of Pops's boys! No one mouth's off to pop, unless they've earned it here at my gym! got it!"

I wanted to be defiant, to insult him, or run, but the look in his eye told me if I so much as thought about leaving, I'd be waddling out of here, sideways through the door, looking like the Behemoth that Pops had taken the shake from! I gulped, looked down, and forced myself to lift. Maybe if Pops is happy, he'll at least tone down the absolute fog of stink that screams, "Big Dumb Jock" from a mile away!

[dreamy-diva]

Pov: Fake dating Satoru Gojo leads to fuck him...

Tags: fem!reader, Gojo x reader, first time sex, gentle, fake dating, smut

It's been months since you started dating Gojo or rather fake dating for mutual gains. It's all going smoothly but later you seem to be falling for him. The way he looks at you, his blue eyes being all soft makes your heart skip beat. You didn't know how he felt about you, whether he also felt the same way.

You both get invited to a party, everyone adores you and Satoru. They think you both are so cute and beautiful couples, not knowing the truth. Everyone enjoying, playing games, drinking and dancing. you are talking to your friend when suddenly you felt the gaze of someone only to find Satoru is looking at you. His gaze piercing into you, he smirked and waved at you, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

Everyone cheering for you both to kiss . "Kiss, kiss, kiss", the crowd chanting. Satoru looked at you, moving close, tilting his head to whisper"I think we should kiss, sweetheart, we can't disappoint them, right", his breathe grazing over your neck, but the thing is you made a no kissing rule when you started fake dating. "Rules are made to be broken", his eyes roaming from your eyes to lips, his hands pulling you closer.

"But we can't...", you felt the strong urge to just fuck this rule and kiss him.

He brushed his lips against yours, placing a gentle kiss on yours , then pulling away, licking his lips making you feel weak in your knees. He is such a flirt.

After the party, you left with him in his car because he is insisting to drop you safely. He pulled up his car in front of your house "ok , here we are, take care".

As you started walking away to your house door, something in your heart stirred, you turned and kissed him, almost tripping over your own feet. He wrapped his arms around you, finally giving in "I didn't know you wanted me this much", he bit your lower lip to open your mouth using his tongue to explore you, basically eating you, breathing heavily. Without breaking the kiss, he pushed you inside your home, to your bedroom, his hands removing his coat, then unzipping your black dress. Placing you on the bed, he looked at you like a predator "Damn , I'm waiting for this so much, you didn't even know ,how much I craved for you, fuck", his voice husked, opened his shirt revealing his toned body making you gawk your eyes out "You like what you see, I think you will drool when you see my cock", removing his pant and boxer , his cock already hard, he took out the condom from his inner pocket of his coat. That's right, you are drooling, his cock ready to fill you inside, he hovered above you , unhooking your bra and tossing them god knows where. His fingers linger from your face to nipples, making lazy circles on your lower stomach , slipping his hand under your wet soaked panties. "Already so wet, I will make you feel so good, you will beg me for more", ripping your panties into shreds, "Wait that was my expensive lace panty". "Don't worry I'll buy more for you" , slipping his fingers into your pussy , making you shiver.

His other hand pinching your nipples

"How sensitive are you, darling, is this your first time?", his fingers slowly slipping in out , "Yes..hngh..ngh..".

"Damn I'll make you mine then, I'll be gentle". His blue eyes locking into yours "You ready?", positioning himself between your thighs "spread your legs wide for me", he wrapped his arms around your thighs pulling you closer

"Now I gotta put my cock into your pussy, ok". You nodded in response.

Satoru thrust inside you slowly gently

"Are you okay, if it hurts tell me , okay". You nodded feeling his cock inside you and yes damn it hurts a little, your eyes teary, mouth parted, face flushed. You didn't even thought you will be doing sex with Satoru. You closed your eyes, gasping for air .

"Look at me when I'm inside you, only me", he put his hand onto your lower stomach, slightly pressing it, making you squirm in pleasure.

"Is this feel good", he thrust in out, deep inside, your walls clenching around his cock "Fuck, you feel so good, so ...hngh good, your pussy sucking the soul out of me, fuck,fuck".

Satoru is really controlling himself not to get you hurt as it's your first time otherwise he would have fucked you hard, senselessly that's the power you hold.He was waiting for this moment, he always liked you since you first met him , then the opportunity came to him to date you.

"Satoru I'm gonna... cum..hngh..".

"Yes darling, I know, relax yourself, ok", he thrust into fast. At last, you both cum.

"You okay, sweetheart", he asked, concerned about you. "Yes I'm fine, it was so good".

"Can we go for another round".

A/n : I would literally do ANYTHING he wants me to.

[sluttysturn]

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˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖠 𝖥𝖫𝖨𝖱𝖳˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

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pairing: bsf/dealer!chris x bsf/buyer!reader

in which chris is your best friend and dealer, but he has a crush on you and isn’t afraid to show it.

TW: smoking, kissing, swearing, idk what else

requested?: yes! by @sturniolotrophywife (it won’t let me tag you but if you see this, here ya go!)

notes: (color of who’s speaking: chris | y/n)

a/n: i rly rly liked this idea!! i hope you guys did too!! if you do like this be sure to follow/ reblog and leave requests!! love youuuu!

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i was currently sitting in bed bored as hell. i wouldn’t mind being high right now. actually i really wanna be.

so much is going on and i wanna get my mind off of everything.

i hit up my dealer, which is also my best friend, chris. sometimes, he wants to be a dick and tell me no and that he doesn’t want me doing it. but i know he just wants what’s best for me.

i texted him anyways, hoping he’d say yes, and maybe even smoke with me.

thank god.

i waited for about 20 minutes when i heard a knock at my door.

finally.

i headed down stairs and opened the door to see chris standing on the other side.

the way his hair fell perfectly against his forehead, the way his hoodie fit perfectly around his body, the way his eyes sparkled while looking into mine.

no stop he’s my best friend.

“hi pretty girl” chris said winking at my with a goofy smile.

i rolled my eyes and laughed lightly, “you know you have a key right?”

“i left it home since you insisted i get here fast”

he rolled his eyes and he handed me the blunt.

“thanks. how much do you need?”

“don’t worry about it.”

“no chris. how much?”

“i’m not taking your money y/n.”

“whatever- come smoke with me?” i paused, “unless you gotta go to other people.”

“they can wait. sure.”

“ok cmon.”

i grabbed his hand and took him upstairs. i was happy he wanted to smoke with me. i loved hanging out with him.

i open my bedroom window and we crawled out and onto the roof.

my house had a roof connected to my window, so it was an easy spot to smoke so my room didn’t reek of weed.

we sat down next to each other.

“y/n, you know i hate when you smoke right?”

“yeah but why?”

“because i actually care about you and i don’t want you to end up like me.”

“i’m fine chris. i just need a break from life, you know?”

he put his arm around my shoulder and rested his head on top of mine.

“yeah i get that.. im sorry you feel that way,” he paused, “but you know you can always talk to me, right?”

“you know i don’t like talking about my problems, but, i know.”

i unwrapped the blunt and took it out. i pulled out my lighter and rolled my thumb against the metal thingy (i don’t know what it’s called).

i grazed the bottom of the blunt with the fire and took a drag of it.

i inhaled the smoke, and exhaled passing it to chris.

we talked and smoke for around 30 minutes before the blunt was gone.

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“fuck, i needed this” i said with droopy, red eyes.

i looked over at chris, he was so pretty. being high always made him look even more attractive.

chris looked back over at me. little did i know he was thinking the same thing. he smile at me and grabbed my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine.

“y/n can i tell you something?”

“go for it.”

he took a deep breath before speaking again.

“i love you. like really fucking love you. i know its kinda crazy b’cause we’ve been best friends for so long, but im truly in love with you. that’s why i don’t like when you smoke. i don’t want you to be a crack head, like me.”

i was speechless. my best friend of almost 18 years was in love with me?

that handsome man. in love with someone like me?

“chris your not a crack head. you still care about people and you don’t make being high your entire personality. and, i love you too. i really fucking love you too.”

i looked into his beautiful blue eyes and smiled.

he smile back and leaned his face close to mine, but stopped before his lips connected with mine.

“can i kiss you?”

(CONSENTT IS KEYY)

“please”

he finally connect his lips with mine.

our lips were moving in a rhythm and harmony. he was such a good kisser. holy shit.

being high really increased the way i felt like i was sinking into him. it felt as if our body were actually morphing into one.

he pulled away soon after and began to speak.

“y/n y/l/n, will you please give me the honor of being your boyfriend.”

“yes chris.”

he pecked my lips once more.

“also i will be asking you again when we’re sober, so it’ll be more real, you know?”

“thank you, i love you chris.”

“i love you y/n.”

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a/n: I KINDA LOVE DEALER!CHRIS. BUT ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS, AND IF YOU DID PLEASE FOLLOW/ REBLOG AND REQUESTTTT!! LOVE YOUUUU!!

[bloodypeachblog]

Vash the Stampede NSFW headcanons (Vash x F!Reader)

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Ok, this cinnamon roll of a man has been occupying my mind for a long time, so I NEED to let this out.

• Vash, usually, is a total bottom. He can take over, as long as you tell him to do it, but he's just a total sweetheart, asking if you're okay and all that.

• his soft moans are like an angelic choir. Seeing his face contorted in pure pleasure is like seeing God.

• in all honesty, I wanna peg this man so bad. I want to ride him and have him look at me like a goddamn goddess, struggling to say my name from all the pleasure he'd be feeling. God, please give me this angel, I promise to take good care of him.

• BUT. Once in a blue moon, when you two have sex, something...happens to him.

• you know Hatsuharu from Fruits Basket and how he turns into Black Haru? A sweet and loving shy boy turning into a bad boy in the right circumstances? Yeah, this is basically the same thing.

• maybe he's had a frustrating day, maybe it's the desire building up in him egging him on, maybe it's the feeling of your bare skin on his, your soft voice moaning his name, your lips on his, maybe you hit his ero zone (I like to think it's on his chest, middle of his back, or maybe the back of his ear), or maybe it's a secret double identity that he keeps on the down low that triggers it. No one knows for sure.

• but when it happens....oh good lord.

• he will top you and destroy you, essentially becoming the god of sex in bed.

• he will rail you into the bed to the point of it almost breaking. Any position you can think of? He'd be willing to try it, and leave you sore the next morning.

• he will give you a reason why his nickname is 'the Stampede'.

• he will pound his cock in you so deep and so hard, your clit will be slamming on his base and you'll cum so many times.

• he'll grip your hips so hard, you may have his hand marks on you the next day.

• he may say the dirtiest shit into your ear, but usually it's just stuff like 'you're mine', 'take it', 'good girl', etc. Use your imagination, it's more fun that way!

• Bite marks and scratches? Guaranteed. Guy's gotta mark his property, after all.

• would he 'use the back door'? Mayyyyyybeeeee...😏😉

• and don't think he'll do the pull out method, he will fill you up until he is completely empty and he won't even care if you end up pregnant.

• that'd just make you permanently his.

• but to be fair, you'd be begging him to impregnate you at that point.

• once the deed is done, he will snap out of his Eros mode and start crying and apologizing. "I'M SORRY I'M SORRY! I COULDN'T HELP IT! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!!". Poor baby..

• A++ aftercare is his way of apologizing for being so brutal with you. He'll clean you up, give you a bath, treat your wounds, and snuggle you in bed, still crying a little bit.

• poor guy thinks he betrayed you for acting this way and begs you not to leave him, saying that you're the only one for him.

• you gotta hold him and give him so many hugs and kisses to stop his tears, tell him that everything is alright, that you aren't going to leave him ever.

• he starts to cry happy tears, saying that he vows to marry you one day.

• after that night, you just might take his offer....I know I would~♡

(A/N: this all applies to 1998 Vash too, ok bye)

[rowretro]

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

request by @nikipedia07 <3 I think I may hav gone a lil off track w this one but hope u love it sweetie

✧warnings: violent descriptions, yandere/toxic themes

✧synopsis: Jay is a fairly well known mafia boss around Korea. However, there is a small area where he's never been seen. An area where his enemy is hiding in, and were his beloved lives. When he first set his eyes on y/n, he didn't think about anything else but making her his, and so he decided to even put through the worst, just to make her love him the way he loves her.

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It all started when he was on a mission. Of course she didn't see him but he saw her. how she hugged some kids, shielding them from the suited men gunning down some other tatted men. God he loved the look of fear in her eyes, and how adorable she was shielding the small kids. Jay nodded at the men, and they walked off, not even bothering to glance in y/n's direction. Since the day he set eyes on the angel princess, he knew she was meant to be his,

That's how Jay found himself in high school, in uniform, despite being in his twenties. He threatened the head to make sure he was in every single one of y/n's class. which meant dealing with some crazy students. "Oh my god bitch could you like shut da fuck up?" Lia said glaring at Sungchan who was just eating his Cheetos "you talking to me?" Sungchan asked as the girl rolled eyes.

"Nah bitch I was talking to the girl stroking the wall- YES YOU YOU WANKER!" Lia yelled as Y/n turned around frowning "Is this a classroom or your bedroom?! Lia language. Sungchan, put those snacks away and focus." Y/n warned as she took more notes "Damn lady you gotta chill-" Sungchan mumbled as he put his Cheetos away.

Jay glanced at Sungchan, not liking his bullshit one bit. However he bit his tongue, he didn't snap at the male and instead, stared at y/n. God when he saw his darling focus solely on teaching the students, being so patient and sweet no matter how bitchy they were, he feels so calm.

"Kay class... I'll see you after break-" y/n said with a smile as she left the room. "She has got to be one of the hottest teachers in the school" Jinyoung said as he turned to the group of boys "She's like 2 or 3 years older than us- how is she teaching?" Lia asked as the boys shrug "I mean I don't care, at least I get a nice view everytime she walks in-" Yuta says with a smirk, stretching his arms out.

Jay groaned as he stayed put in his seat. sleeping on his desk, trying to remain calm. Only 3 more minutes of this. Then his darling will come back. "Ok break ended 5 minutes ago. phones away, everyone back in your seats please," Y/n called out as the students rolled their eyes, getting back into their seat.

As y/n continued to teach, she noticed that the class weren't even trying to pay attention, all of them messing about, sleeping around, eating snacks. It was as if she wasn't even there. They didn't hear her, they didn't bother listening to her, it was like she was talking to a brick wall. Except one student, who was actively listening and taking notes. Jay.

However, the noise only got worse all of a sudden. Not the students being even more annoying, but instead they were screaming. Many ducked down and hid under their tables. "Ah fuck you have got to be fucking kidding me." Jay mumbled, getting up as he pulled a gun out, shooting the 4 enemies that had broken in to kill him. His uniform was now stained with blood as his men walked in.

"Clean the bodies I'm done with this act." Jay said as he walked up to y/n pulling her up, his arm around her waist, as her body hit his, his eyes met her panicked pair. "So fucking beautiful... and all mine. You think I sat in school again for fun? I graduated I don't even have to be here." Jay said as he carried her, out of the classroom, ignoring her kicks and screams. "OH MY GOD HE'S PARK FUCKIN JONGSEONG-" Lia screamed as she showed the search results on her phone.

"why did you even come then?..." y/n mumbled to herself, unaware that Jay heard "I needed to get close to my princess before I take her to my palace... see y/n from now you will be living the life you deserve, a husband with expensive black suits who can give you many black cards... sweetheart you need a sweetheart. Me." Jay simply said as the girl frowned.

(OK SO IM NOT HAPPY WITH THIS, I THINK I WENT OFF TRACK BUT I'LL DO A PART 2 FOR THIS IF UW)

[melusinealarice]

Somewhere in Panem with the victors the 74th year

Katniss climbing the tree

Gloss: Really Haymitch, this is the girl that got an 11 as a training score??

Cato falls

Haymitch: At least she got up the fuckin tree.

Cashmere: It’s fine someone else will get her.

None if the carriers climbing

Enobaria: You gotta be kidding me.

Johanna and Finnick join on the couch

Johanna: Even Finnick’s kids could climb a fucking tree,

Finnick hiding laughter

Brutus: At least our kids made it past the blood bath, can’t say the same for either of yours.

Johanna: I bet you wish they’d kept one of mine around right about now.

Gloss: its fine, she’s a sitting duck, they can just shoot her, its not like she can dodge it, or move.

Glimmer misses shot

Haymitch: Did that girl ever hit any target with her arrow? Because mine did.

Cashmere: We told her to grab a short distance weapon, she has no aim.

Enobaria: that’s embarrassing, for the careers. Cato will get her, he doesn’t miss.

Cato fires arrow and misses

Brutus: Oh my god, I can’t watch this, im getting second hand embarrassment.

Haymitch: Can none of your kids climb a tree???

Cashmere: I guess not.

Marvel throws spear and misses

Finnick: None of them can aim either, this is just sad

Peeta: lets wait her out, she has to come down at some point.

Haymitch laughing hysterically,

Some time later

Katniss starting to cut down tracker jackers

Gloss: Did all our kids seriously fall asleep,

Cashmere rubbing her temples: Yea, they did

Johanna: Who sleeps that heavily in the arena??? Shes making so much noise how are they not awake?

Enobaria: She’s gonna die from those jackers before that nest falls,

Nest falls and careers scatter

Brutus: I need another drink,

Glimmer dies

Johanna: HAH HOW DOES IT FEEL HAVING YOUR CAREER BE TAKEN OUT BY THE DISTRICT 12 GIRL!

Cashmere: no comment,

Some more time later

Katniss plots with rue to blow up food

Gloss: they aren’t gonna fall for that.

They fall for it

Haymitch: you were saying?

Enobaria: This year sucks

Katniss kills Marvel

Johanna (drunk) : HAH BOTH OF YOUR TRIBUTES TAKEN OUT BY THE 12 GIRL!

Gloss: Ok im leaving now.

Cashmere: yea i think im also gonna head out…

Johanna (drunk): LOOSERS HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!

Finnick: ok Jo, come on, that’s enough for you,

Takes her alcohol

Johanna: no fairrrr, you never take Haymitch’s alcohol

Haymitch: he knows not to mess with me

Finnick: Every time you get drunk, you end up in a fist fight, or breaking something, or both, Haymitch just passes out.

Johanna: OH WHAT YOU WANNA FIGHT LETS FIGHT!

Finnick picks Jo up and carries her to the elevator as she continues screaming and fighting

Haymitch to Brutus and Enobaria: Haha, your tributes arent as cool as mineeee,

Brutus: at least our girl doesn’t look like she wants to vomit getting close to her supposed lover.

Finnick returns

Enobaria: that was fast?

Finnick: I locked her in her bathroom,

Haymitch: Didn’t she just break down the door last time?

Finnick: I handcuffed one of her hands to the pipes and the other to the door.

Elevator doors open revealing Johanna, drenched in water, still handcuffed to a pipe, and the door.

Finnick: I give up. *sits down*

Brutus: what the fuck is wrong with you.

Both Finnick and Jo simultaneously: A lot.

[moons-of-dewclan]

HOW TO RESET YOUR CLAN TO EARLIER MOON

(another case of 'one person asked, i deliver) ok first, you sort of can't. YOU GOTTA RESTART with a 'new' clan and transfer! SECONDLY, this may be more complicated than it needs to be bc i don't know how to do things simply. i'm trying my best tho. THIS IS HOW I'VE DONE IT. i recommend watching videos or reading up on how to 'edit files' bc this isn't exhaustive. IT REALLY HELPS IF YOU KNOW HOW TO MESS WITH THE FILES. this is SUPPLEMENTAL KNOWLEDGE FIRST!! save a backup of your clan files (The JSON FILE, AND CLAN FOLDER) in case you make a whoopsie and destroy your code. READ THIS ALL BEFORE TRYING. i'll be noting some things that are MAKE OR BREAK. literally. make ur code or break your code IN THIS EXAMPLE, i'm going back to moon 15 for Dewclan from moon 50, and I'm going to pretend there are only 4 cats- Lyre, Vanilla, Nettle and Spark. I'll refer the clan you want to set back as the 'Canon' clan, and the one you're going to be rewinding to as the 'Rewound' clan! THEN HERE WE GOOOOO FIRST, NEW CLAN. pick the same mode as the clan you're trying to 'Rewind'.

NAME IT WHATEVER. you'll change it later..

Pick those cats. i like to pick the minimum necessary. but it doesn't really matter, as you're going to more or less be copypasting your old cats into this 'Rewound' clan.

START IN THE SAME PLACE. and in the same SEASON that your Canon clan started in. I started Dewclan in Leafbare. do not choose the season that's taking place on the moon you want to rewind to. the one you STaRted on. (you're going to choose what moon you're on later in settings. this keeps the progression consistent. if you started in leafbare, but choose greenleaf for the Rewound clan, 15 moons in, you'll be on a different season than your Canon clan would be bc your starting point was different. even if i'm not explaining that well just do it i promise LAKSNNDKS)

WOW THESE AREN'T MY BABIES. ok time to kill or delete three of these suckers bc i only need four cats. BYE GUYS

also go into your settings. MAKE EVERYTHING HOW YOU WANT IT. general, role, etc. AND THEN CLICK THAT 'OPEN DATA DIRECTORY'. this is where stuff gets GOING

click here.. saves

NOW, BELOW!! the folders, it'll have a JSON file with your Rewound clan name. THIS IS IMPORTANT. there are things in here that you need to change. some require you to peek at your cats, and some don't. We'll get to it later! FOR NOW, click the folder above this that says your Rewound clan name! mine is 'DewAGAIN'

THEN YOU GOT ALL THE JUICY STUFF

CLICK CLAN CATS. AND LOOK BELLLOOOW. we're gonna transfer our beloved babies over. i recommend you copy from "name_prefix" to "favourite": false in the Canon clan (keep their ID number from this Rewound clan the same. don't replace it with their ID number from the Canon clan), then select all that info in the Rewound clan and paste it to overwrite. and then adjust what you need to. AND YOU WILL NEED TO ADJUST I HIIIGHLY recommend leaving the ID numbers and pasting Canon leader info into Rewound leader info. med cat into med cat. deputy into deputy. Rewound clan leader is ID 20? paste your Canon clan leader info info 20. keep Canon clan's number as 20.

SOME OF THESE ARE VERY IMPORTANT. 1. ID NUMBER. if your cat has any relationships, like parents or mates, you need these numbers to match those cats. ALSO if your cat has a specific role, like medicine cat, leader, mediator or deputy, their number needs to match the number designated in the CLAN JSON info shown in the next image. FOR NOW I CONTINUE. 2. IMPORTANT NUMBERS. Sparkplug (her name isn't rly sparkplug btw)'s parent is Lyrestar. Lyre's ID number is 1. if that ID number doesn't match or doesn't exist in this game, you'll get an error! Same goes for mentors and mates. at moon 15, Spark wouldn't have these. But if i transferred her from moon 50 where she did, I'll have to replace the mate/mentor/whatever will 'null', etc, shown here. make sure everything here is relevant to moon 15, and not moon 50! 3. IF your cat was dead when you copypasted, change that! Dead?? FALSE. from dead 'true'.. ... where did 4 and 5 go..- ANYWAY 6. EXPERIENCE. make sure you drop this back to where it was at that moon. lest your kit graduate to warrior bc they have 3000 experience. 7. FALLS INTO 2. do they have an apprentice in the Canon clan that they wouldn't have in the rewound clan? gET RID OF EM. (you can copypaste that portion from a cat without an apprentice or just rewrite it as 'null', but sometimes i type things wrong and get errors so.. i copypaste. just make sure you're copying and pasting from the right start and end point.) IF YOUR CAT HAD AN APPRENTICE IN MOON 15, AND NOT 50.. you can either just set them as mentor and apprentice ingame manually, or write it into the code. i would do it manually tho bc i'm easily confused

NOW WE GET INTO WHERE THE CLAN JSON IS IMPORTANT.

ABOVE ARE MARKED, IMPORTANT THINGS. some will break the game if you don't do it right. SO 1. Name. You can change this later, to your Canon clan name. You need to also change the FOLDER name to match. The folder that you click to get to your 'Clan Cats' files and stuff. YOU WILL HAVE TO CHANGE YOUR CANON CLAN FOLDER NAME AND FILE NAME TO SOMETHING ELSE or it'll corrupt! 2. HERE you change to the moon you want to rewind to. I'd change mine, to 15! season changes along with the moon number automatically. 3. INSTRUCTOR. this is the cat that leads your cats to starclan. predead. dw about it, unless you've messed with the dead cat and want to change it to your old starclan guide. then change the number, to your guide's ID number. You'll see it in the Clan Cats folder! LEADER. you need to change this to your clan leader's number or the files get confused. this is why i recommend replacing Rewound leaders with leaders, deputies with deputies, etc, and not also pasting the old numbers. the numbers are already set. ALSO this is where the leader's lives are dictated! DEPUTY. same as above! MED CAT.... SAME. but also, if you have multiple, add multiple! 4. You can change these names to the Canon names. if you had more or less other clans, you can delete or add more. just make sure to have the same number of clans as 'relations' and 'temperaments'! four clans, for traits and temperaments. 5 clans, 5 traits and temperaments. FINAL PAIN IN THE ARSE is.. having to adjust relationships. bc your 'new' clan won't have established relationships. you gotta go in and adjust the values. it sucks big ass but i don't know a better way to do it snff..

QUICK TIP if you absolutely don't want romance between two unrelated cats bc it would be weird for story reasons, you can change their status in the relationships file change family: false, to family: true. the game thinks they're related and romance won't happen HAHAHAAAAA .. at least in my experience. if this is wrong i'll cry

[romanreignsbae]

I’ll help you - R.R

Me and my boyfriend Joe of 2 years now have always supported eachother no matter the circumstances. More recently Joe's schedule has been hectic as ever, because football season has started and he has a minor problem consuming him.

Since he came into college on a full ride scholarship for football this doesn't mean grades don't matter. He's an student athlete so his grades are always took into consideration before football.

Me and him have basically have all our classes together. In one class specifically, he's been struggling and is on the verge of failing, if his grade goes any lower, he will be taken off the football team until it goes back up and he can't have that.

We have a test in 2 days that's worth enough to bring his mark back up, so here I am in our dorm room trying to help him study.

I'm explaining the question thoroughly to make sure he understands. "So, Joe do you get it?" I ask him. I get no response so I look up at him seeing he's staring at me in awe. He then keeps eye contact while pushing my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. I blush profusely.

"Your so gorgeous baby, you know that" he talks in low voice while questioning me. But no- I can't fall for this right now.

"No Joe don't try to sweet talk your way outta this, you gotta get your grade up otherwise you won't be able to play" I remind him. He groans loudly before throwing his head back clearly annoyed.

I don't blame him because this is a pretty hard class, even for me. "C'mon Joe-" I get cut off with lips being smashed onto mines.

I try to pull away but he only deepens the kiss. I decide to let him get everything outta him, before I lecture him a little. He pulls away smiling at me with a proud look on his face. He reaches out and runs his finger over my now bruised bottom lip.

"Joe now seriously let's do a few more questions…then we can lay down and take a nap together" I try to compromise.

"Alright fine" he replies. What takes about 30 minutes we get through about 4 questions and I can see Joe's kinda starting to get the hang of it.

"Can we finally lay down?!” he pleads me in a whiny voice.

I nod my head and leads me to our bed. I lay down on my back and he crawls on top of me, laying his head on my chest. I start running my hands through his hair and within a few minutes I hear light snores. Before I know it I feel myself falling into a deep sleep too.

I wake up the next morning and get ready for my first class. I always wake up earlier then Joe because I like a fresh start to my day. I usually wake Joe up around 15 minutes before we leave cause he barely takes any time to get ready.

We get through all our classes and before we know it, it's break. Me and Joe hold hands walking through the courtyard. Usually during break we just sit under a tree and chill. I read occasionally if he wants to throw a football around with his friends. But it's rare cause he claims he would rather spend his time with me.

We place ourselves down under the big tree that gives a shadow to block the sun. I open my book bag and pull out the text books we need for him to study.

"Babyyyy nooo, not during break" he whines. I try not to giggle at his tone.

"Yes Joe, you have a practice that runs late tonight, when you get home your not gonna wanna study and the test is tomorrow, so you need to study" I explain.

He surprisingly complies and nods while he leans his head onto my shoulder.

"Ok so I'm gonna give you a few practice questions, and if you need help wait until the end, I want you to try these yourself at first" I announce.

I grab my notebook and write out a few questions. I hand the book over to him and I see him writing. A few minutes later he hands me back the notebook.

He had a confident look on his face and I hate to burst his bubble but these were all wrong. "Joe sweetie, these are wrong, but you got all the steps right, your just rushing the end" I exclaim.

He's truly so smart he just needs to try harder, and if he did I'm confident he would be doing phenomenal in all his classes.

"I know, I just don't have any motivation for this type stuff" he tells me. He leans forward and tries to give me a kiss. I back away and he groans.

"Y/n baby, please let me kiss you" he begs. A idea then pops into my head.

"Okay Joe, how bout every question you get right, you get a kiss, but… don't rush otherwise you won't get one" I compromise to him.

His eyes light up. He shoots up and sits up straight. "Yeah yeah lets do that, gimme some questions" he says almost excitedly. I laugh at his excitement.

I hand him the notebook and this time he takes about 20 minutes, I calmly read waiting for him.

I look over the answers and squeal. "Yes Joe! These are all right! I'm so proud of you, your gonna do great on the test" I exclaim.

He smiles at me proudly "that's because I have the best tutor" he tells me. He then quickly pulls me by my sweater and smashes his lips onto mine. We share a mini makeout session, until I feel my head throbbing in pain.

I quickly pull away and keep my eyes shut, the pain is so bad. "Hey! What the fuck man! Why the fuck would you do that" I hear Joe yelling.

I open my eyes and see that a football is right beside me. Great. I've had a football thrown at my head.

"Owww" I whine out while trying to contain myself from crying.

Joe collects all my books and puts them into my bag, he then picks me up and I nuzzle my face into his neck, his cologne calming and distracting me from the pain.

When he stops walking I open my eyes to see we are in the nurses office. Joe explains what happend to me to the nurse.

She quickly tests me out. "Ok well, it's not a concussion, but I suggest you rest now, stay home from school tomorrow and go back if you feel right" she tells me.

I thank her and we leave, while we walk to our dorm room, Joe's shit talking the guy who through the football at me, and about how he's gonna beat him up during practice.

When we get back Joe lays me down on our bed and gets a ice pack placing it on my head.

"I'm gonna stay here, instead of go to practice today" he lets me know.

I feel guilt wash over me. "No no, go Joe I'll be alright" I try to convince him. He doesn't budge at all though and pulls me onto his chest.

The rest of the night we spend cuddled up in our bed watching movies and order takeout.

The next morning I wake up before Joe per usual and decided I don't feel good enough to go to school. I wake up Joe and inform him he needs to get ready, but I'll be staying here.

He offers to stay with me, but I protest since he has that test today.

"Your gonna do great baby, just remember take your time and double check your answers." I tell him.

When it's time for him to go he kisses me softly before asking if I need anything before he leaves, which i refuse to.

I spend my day reading a book I've needed to get to, I took the opportunity since I had nothing better to do.

I look at the time and see Joe should be back any minute. While I'm finishing the book I hear the door slam open. I turn to my side to see Joe with a massive smile on his face.

"Baby, baby! Look what I got on the test" he practically yells. He walks over to me and sticks his hand out. I take the paper from him to see '93%' bolded in red in the corner of the page.

"Joe, you did it! I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you!" I tell him excitedly.

The rest of the night is a calm night, I decide I need some fresh air so I sit on the bleachers reading during Joe's practice. And we spend our night embraced in each other's arms.

[burntsaltsblog]

tw: mentions of blood

Chapter three

"We gotta to take her to the hospital."

"You know we can't do that."

"We can because she's fuckin' dying!"

My body felt like it was floating before my focus settled on a steady throb of pain in my lower stomach.

"Butcher, she's not dying. Her pulse is strong, and since I stitched her up, she hasn't bled whatsoever."

"Then, why the hell ain't she wakin' up?"

"Because she's exhausted. She lost a great amount of blood and wore herself out trying to fucking wrestle you in the van."

Blood.

That word caught my attention. I remembered blood and lots of it as it painted Butcher's knuckles a deep red.

"If she's not up in thirty minutes, I'm takin' her to the emergency room, end of story."

"Butcher, you, and I, and fucking Jesus Christ himself, know that if we step one foot into any medical facility, we will be taken into custody. It's not worth the risk."

"She is. She's worth the risk.

It was quiet for either a few minutes or a few hours. Both timeframes felt the same in my hazy state.

A long sigh broke the spell, followed by more dialogue. "Jo is ok, I promise you. Now, I need to grab the bag of fluids that I left in my room. While I'm gone, don't you dare think about running off with her. I am the only medical professional she needs right now."

Footsteps trailed off as my eyes slowly blinked open to take in my surroundings. I was in the basement of the pawn shop, on the couch that I was still convinced had bed bugs.

"Mornin', sunshine."

The Cockney accent drew my attention, and I looked up at Butcher's tired face. His hazel eyes bored into mine, and memories from earlier flooded my brain.

"Here ya' go," Butcher said, offering me a glass of water.

Upon attempting to sit up and accept the drink, I gasped as my abdomen screamed in pain.

"Woah, there. It's a little soon for you to be up and at 'em, doll. Here, lemme help ya'," Butcher said gently as he laid me back down on the couch and eased a hand under my head, propping it up so I could drink.

Grateful, I eagerly gulped the water, finishing the whole glass in mere seconds and earning a chuckle from Butcher.

"There, ya' go. Down the hatch."

He slowly lowered my head back on my pillow and placed the empty glass on the coffee table behind him before turning back to face me, studying my face in great detail.

"You gave us a right scare there, love."

"At least I know you guys care," I shrugged. "Now, when I do actually drop dead, I'll be expecting a funeral with the works—fireworks, I mean. See if you can get Celine Dion, too. I heard she's available."

I expected another laugh from Billy, but instead, he looked more solemn than ever. His eyes trailed down to where my shirt, a clean one without blood, rode up on my stomach, showing the gauze that MM had wrapped me in.

"I thought I had lost ya'," He mumbled.

It was quiet between us due to the fact that I didn't know how to react to Butcher's surprising words.

"I guess I can relate to the feeling," I finally said as my face hardened. "Since you left me for three months with no goodbye. I thought you were dead."

Butcher bowed his head, "Jo, you have no idea how much I fuckin' regret leaving ya'. But I had no other choice."

"You always have a choice, Butcher." My voice grew louder as my emotions rose in powerful waves. "And you didn't leave me. You fucking abandoned me!"

He cupped my face, but I turned my head, rejecting the physical affection. "Don't," I whispered. "It's too late. You can't just walk back in here and act like nothing happened. Like you didn't fuck me, and then throw me away like garbage the next day."

Butcher's nostrils flared as he rose to his impressive height, towering over me. "Now, listen here-"

"Ok, I'm breaking this up," MM called, reentering the room. "Jo is very weak right now, and I cannot allow her to undergo any extra stress."

"I'm not weak," I quipped back, whipping my head to gaze at MM as he leaned over the back of the couch.

Unconvinced, he asked, "Really? Let me see you try and stand up then."

When I didn't move to rise from the sofa, MM shook his head. "You need fluids and rest. Luckily, neither is hard to obtain." He held up a bag of fluids before hanging it on an IV stand next to him.

"Now," he continued, doling out commands. "Close your eyes and go to sleep. I'll check your stitches in a couple of hours."

"But I'm not tired," I argued.

"The bags under your eyes say otherwise."

"Well, this couch is uncomfortable," I grumbled. "It hurts my back."

"Alright, we'll get you to your room then," MM sighed.

Before I could stop him, Butcher scooped me up into his arms, and I protested loudly. "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Oi, shut your pie hole," he whispered harshly, fanning the side of my face with his breath that stank of whiskey and dominance. "I'm takin' care of you whether ya' like it or not."

I fought an internal battle before closing my lips and fixing my eyes into narrow slits.

"Good girl."

Air was quickly expelled from my lungs as I exhaled, willing myself not to rub my legs together as an ache settled between them.

But it was no use. Butcher knew the effect he had on me, and from the corner of my eye, I could see a smirk plastered on his face as he carried me to my room, full of arrogance after winning our little quarrel.

"Dontcha worry, darlin'. When you're on your feet again, you can beat me up for being the bad man that I am."

I didn't respond because I refused to be baited into another argument with Butcher. Instead, I kept a pout in place and stared straight ahead, thinking of all the ways that I could cause him physical harm. After all, he had just given me permission to, and it was proving to be quite invigorating.

"And maybe when you're all done, you'll fancy bending over and lettin' me enjoy a meal or two. Because if my memory serves me, you seemed to enjoy it last time."

"Well, the last time was the only time," I curtly informed him as Butcher gently dropped me down on my bed. I inwardly chastised myself for falling for his trap when he flashed his crazy eyes above me.

"Mhm, that's what they all say."

"Well, I mean it," I snapped, pulling my blanket up to my chin as if it would shield me from Butcher's snarky words.

"Sure ya' do," Butcher said condescendingly as he patted me on the head before leaving the room.

I was relieved to be out of his company and was disappointed when he returned, the IV stand with the bag of fluids still hanging from it in tow and other needed supplies grasped in his hand. I watched as he prepared the IV tubing before he sat down on the edge of my bed and huffed, "Give me your arm."

"Why can't MM do it?" I sulked.

"Because I'm doin' it," he replied in a matter-of-fact manner.

I grumbled under my breath, clearly displeased. As I reluctantly drew my arm from under the blanket's coverage, Butcher looked at me with a bushy brow raised. "What? You don't think I'm a suitable nurse?"

"Well, your bedside manners leave much to be desired."

"That's funny. All my other patients think I'm perfectly charmin', especially the older ladies. I didn't know I appealed to nans so much," he snickered, running a calloused finger over my arm, searching for an appropriate vein.

"I'm surprised you appeal to anyone."

"I guess ya' should be questionin' your own taste then, eh?"

"Believe me, I am."

Butcher didn't reply as he wrapped a small piece of fabric around my bicep, creating a makeshift tourniquet.

"Don't look, ok, doll?" he instructed, swiping a cotton ball covered in rubbing alcohol over my arm. My nose wrinkled at the strong smell, and I coughed.

"I don't need an IV," I said, trying to negotiate at the last minute. "I'll drink lots of water. Even that gross electrolyte shit MM buys."

"I don't think that's gonna to cut it, sweetheart," he stated, sliding the needle inside of the small catheter.

I bit my lip, trying to resign myself to my fate but failing miserably.

"M'not gonna hurt ya', ok? Just look at the ceilin' so you don't maul me to death."

"It's not like you wouldn't deserve it."

Butcher closed his eyes as I began to tread on his nerves. "Princess, you outta think before you speak that way to someone who's holdin' a very sharp object inches from you, yeah?"

"But you won't hurt me. You just said so yourself."

"Doesn't mean I'm not tempted."

I rolled my eyes and held my breath as I followed Butcher's wishes and looked at the ceiling. I winced slightly when I felt the needle initially enter my arm, but Butcher gently ran his free hand over my shoulder, distracting me.

"Atta girl," he breathed. "You're doin' so good."

My body trembled as I floated down from my last orgasm. I was vaguely aware of Butcher as he pulled me to lay on his chest, both of us panting.

"Y'alright, sweetheart?"

I could barely reply as my eyelids fluttered open and closed. My mind was full of various thoughts, but none of them made sense as my head floated somewhere above the rest of my body.

"Look at me, doll," Butcher said, running a hand through my hair. "Lemme see them pretty eyes."

I mustered all of my strength to peel my eyes open as I looked up at Billy with a lazy smile on my face.

"There she is. Atta girl," Butcher whispered. "You did so good for me."

Even in my delirious state, I keened under his praise, and Butcher chuckled at my reaction.

"My beautiful girl," he murmured as I nuzzled into his neck, nodding off in the arms of someone I loved.

Yes, I loved Billy Butcher.

He just didn't know it yet.

I held my breath as I forced myself to count the questionable yellow spots on the ceiling and not get lost in yet another memory of Butcher pretending to cherish me. I had just reached the twelfth discolored splotch when Butcher sat back and said, "All done, love."

I looked down at my arm and furrowed my brows in confusion when I saw the catheter fully inserted with some tape to keep it in place. Aside from the initial insertion, I hadn't felt the rest of the procedure.

"Told ya' it wouldn't hurt," Butcher said proudly, crossing his arms over his broad chest, reading my thoughts, which were clearly displayed on my face.

"I guess you're not the worst nurse in the world," I relented.

Butcher's mouth curled up at the side, and I knew my meager compliment had inflated his already oversized ego.

"Well, ain't that sweet of you to say. But don't tell MM, alright? He prides himself on his medical skills."

Butcher delicately adjusted my blanket, pulling it tighter and tucking me in for the night. "Now you have a little lie-down, love. And dontcha let those manky bedbugs bite."

"Are you going to read me a bedtime story while you're at it?" I inquired.

"The only stories I like to tell aren't appropriate for bedtime," Butcher whispered, winking at me.

He headed for the open doorway before turning around at the last second. "Oh, and if ya' need help countin' sheep, just give me a shout. I'll be on the other side of the wall."

I nodded before curling up on my side, trying not to tug too hard on my IV as the door creaked shut, signaling that I was alone. The light from the living room drifted under the doorway, providing a makeshift nightlight and illuminating the small, dingy room.

Sleep came surprisingly soon, and I drifted off, dreaming of Billy's heartbeat under my ear as he held me in his arms.

༺༻

It felt like only minutes later when I woke up due to the sensation of someone's hands on my stomach, and I flinched as my eyes flew open.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," MM apologized. "I was just checking your stitches," he explained as he pulled the bandage back over my abdomen and quickly did the same with my shirt and blanket.

"How does it look?" I asked hesitantly as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

"So far, it's holding. But it wasn't my best work with Frenchie going ninety miles an hour and you...evading my help," he sighed.

"Sorry about that," I mumbled sheepishly.

"Hey, don't worry about it, kid. We all have something we're scared of. If I were being held down against my will while someone coughed in my face, I'd have done everything I could to knock their fucking teeth out."

My smile was small as I nodded in gratitude. "What time is it?" I inquired, wondering what day it was as well.

"Noon."

"Noon?" My eyes grew wide as I ran a hand through my matted hair. "Fuck, I must've slept for almost nine hours." Which was rare. These days, I was lucky if I slept for two hours consecutively with the anxiety that ran through my veins and the threats that loomed over our heads.

"Ten, actually. I told you your body needed rest."

I was preparing a comeback when my stomach grumbled loudly, interrupting the conversation.

MM rose to his feet. "By the sound of it, it seems you might want some breakfast. Frenchie made you a get-well gift in the form of French toast. Are you interested?" he asked, and my ears perked up at the offer.

"Sounds really good, actually."

He nodded, patting my shoulder. "Ok. Butcher will be in to help you up."

I groaned loudly, and MM couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry, kid, but Butcher made us all swear not to touch you. I was only granted special permission on the basis that it was purely medical so I could check your stitches."

"He's being ridiculous," I scowled.

MM regarded me knowingly. "I think I'd probably call it something else."

I rolled my eyes, and MM laughed again as he exited my room, leaving the door open.

I barely had time to prepare myself for Butcher's imposing presence when he glided through the uninhibited doorway with a cheery greeting on his tongue.

"Rise and shine, my love. How are we feelin' this mornin?" His accent was especially thick as he wasted no time in raking my blanket back.

I yanked the fuzzy material back over myself, glaring up at the Brit, but he just retaliated by gripping the blanket in one of his paw-like hands and tossing it across the small room.

I eyed the pile of fabric I was unable to retrieve due to my current injury and whined, "Don't leave it on the floor. I just washed it." But I was soon distracted by the chair that sat in the corner facing my bed. I didn't remember seeing that yesterday.

"Who's chair is that?" I asked, pivoting the conversation.

"Mine," Butcher replied as he carefully pulled my IV out and wheeled the IV stand out of the way. "You'll have to forgive me for bringin' my chair in, but I haven't figured out how to sleep standin' up yet."

"You slept in here last night?"

"Well, I don't have bloody x-ray vision, so how else was I s'pposed to keep an eye on you, eh?"

"Did it ever occur to you that not checking on me at all was a viable option?"

"Not in my book," he responded sharply before changing the subject. "Now, let's getcha up. According to MM, you're fancyin' some of Frenchie's cookin'."

Butcher slid an arm under my lower back and slowly pulled me into a sitting position.

"Easy does it, love," he said as I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed through the discomfort. "You got it."

I swung my legs over the side of the bed so my feet rested on the floor, and I braced my palms on my thighs, trying to steady myself.

"Take your time, ok? I don't need ya' rippin' your stitches under my watch," he advised as he laced our hands together and pulled until I was standing on my own two feet. My vision blacked out for a second as the blood rushed from my head down to the rest of my body, and I teetered forward, falling into Butcher's muscular chest.

"I've got ya' sweetheart," he assured me as he held my unstable frame against him.

I pulled back when my vision returned, and I looked up into Butcher's attentive face. "I'm dizzy," I mumbled.

"S'ok. MM said that's normal," he assured me softly, tucking my tangled hair behind my ear.

I wanted to chastise myself for enjoying Butcher's tenderness, but I simply didn't have the energy as I nodded, trying to turn toward the door.

"Do ya' think you can walk?" he asked, resting a protective hand on my back. I'm more than happy to carry you."

"I don't need a chauffeur. I'm perfectly capable of walking," I said, stumbling forward a few steps. I was determined to do something on my own after being coddled for the past twenty-four hours.

Butcher didn't reply, but he didn't remove his hand either in the event that I should fall again. That only increased the pressure I felt to walk faster and show him I was strong enough to move about without any help.

I finally made it out into the open area of the basement and was greeted by everyone. Hughie, Kimiko, and MM wore encouraging smiles as Frenchie placed a tall plate of French toast topped with whipped cream on the coffee table.

"Pour toi, Mademoiselles," Frenchie announced, and I thanked him profusely.

Under Butcher's watchful eye, I eased myself down on the couch, and he quickly followed suit. He placed a supportive arm around my shoulders, and I would've made a snarky comment about him being clingy, but his arm was the only thing keeping me upright at the moment, so I kept my mouth shut.  

Butcher placed my breakfast in my lap and whispered in my ear, "Do ya' need me to cut it for you, princess?"

I used all my energy to elbow him in his side, and he breathed out a laugh before addressing the room. "Alright you twats. Let's have a little chin wag about tonight."

My head shot up in confusion as I chewed the first bite of my French toast. The wonderful medley of sugar and cinnamon coated my tongue. However, I couldn't focus on Frenchie's superb culinary skills when the group began discussing a mission to which I was not privy.

"Ok, so after a little bit of trouble due to a very annoying firewall, I was able to hack their systems, and I found a blueprint of the building, so we'll be able to locate her office quicker than just going in blindly," Hughie said, squatting next to the coffee table and spreading out the blueprint that he had just spoken of.

"Who's office?" I interrupted.

Hughie looked confusedly at Butcher, who had remained silent beside me. "You didn't tell her?"

"Tell me what?" I asked skeptically, turning my head to look at Butcher, and he sighed.

"We're breakin' into Raynor's office to have a look around before the CIA cleans it out. Word on the street is that they're doin' it tomorrow, so we've gotta go tonight."

"And you decided this without me?" I asked incredulously.

"You were knocked out, love. Was I s'pposed to wake ya' up in the middle of the night? You're always moaning about how ya' need your beauty sleep."

"Well, that wouldn't have been difficult considering you were two feet away watching me like a fucking peeping tom," I snapped before glaring at the rest of the room. "I'm coming with you."

"No," Butcher said sternly. "You aren't goin' anywhere."

"Yes, I am," I pressed.

I felt Butcher's fingers tighten around my shoulder. "Let's talk about this later, yeah?" he suggested.

"Talk about what later? The mission that I was unaware of or the fact that you won't fucking leave me alone?"

I should've seen it coming, but I was still thrown off when Butcher suddenly stood from the sofa, leaving me to crumple against it without his support. He then stomped to the other side of the basement, only stopping when he reached the corner and sneered at me. "Is this better?"

"Expanetuily," I bit back, clutching my abdomen as it tensed up under the new strain as I stood as well, not finished with what I had to say on the matter. I thought I was holding up well until MM swore, rushing to my side and forcing me to sit back down.

Bemewsed by his behavior, I tried to question him, but when he pulled up my shirt, I saw blood seeping through the gauze, and my heart plummeted.

I had ripped my stitches.

"Hughie, go into my room. On my desk, you will find some supplies. Bring them to me," MM instructed as he made quick work of pulling back the now-damp gauze.

"Fuck, it's worse than what I thought," he sighed. "Nice going, Butcher," he said, throwing a dirty look over his shoulder at his boss, who had remained standing in the corner.

The dig forced Butcher into action as he footed it over to us. "Fuck you. Clearly, I didn't do it on bloody purpose."

"Just get out," MM barked as he accepted the supplies from Hughie.

"No, I'm stayin'," Butcher argued obstinantely.

MM pinched the bridge of his nose. "Butcher, Jo is clearly upset by you being here. So stop being a stubborn motherfucker and get the fuck out."

Butcher's gaze fell on me as lines formed between his thick brows in concern. I knew he was waiting for me to beg him to stay, but I wouldn't do it. His comfort was something I craved like a drug, and it was about time I got clean. Plus, I couldn't deny the sick urge I had to hurt him, to push him away like he did to me when he left for three months.

"Fine," Butcher uttered slowly when I remained silent, "I'll let you other cunts dry this one's tears when she's fuckin' beside herself over a goddamn needle and a little bit of blood."

He pivoted around and swept up the stairs. Seconds later, the old building shook as Butcher forcefully slammed the door.

It was quiet after Butcher's dramatic exit, and MM shook his head, running a needle through a lighter. The deja vu I felt was painfully prominent.

"You ready to try this again, kid?"

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[g0g0at]

Everyone is sharing their Malevolent live listen’s of 44, so here’s mine I guess

Lovely sound design as always

I always forget Harlan can sing

Very apt lyrics

The Waylay… like a limbo? An inbetween?

I HAD MY AUDIO UP FOR THE MUSIC MY EARSSSSSS

“It’s going to be ok. I’ll take care of you. It’ll be ok. It’ll be fine” GOODBYE

Three days is not enough time to recover from… what, 7 stab wounds and a field surgery

Yorick, never change

John he being so caring. But also logical. Because Arthur keeps running around. With 7 stab wounds. And a massive hole in his stomach

John and Yorick butting heads

Smh he forgot it :((

“When I die-“

“If”

“When is correct”

Arthur hoping he could have been reunited with Faroe in the after life

Yorick stop

John being protective <3

Arthur Lester? You mean ARMOUR LESTER YEAAAAHA

Gonna be useful for not getting stabbed

“With the amount of times you get stabbed” it’s been at least 12 now right

John beat me to that one

Got some pantaloons

HA I WAS RIGHT HE THOUGHT HE’D SEE FAROE

YORICK THEY WERE HAVING A MOMENT

THREE DAYS IS NOT ENOUGH

John sounds so exasperated

“How do I look less?”

“Less like a sore thumb”

“Harder to kill”

John it’s ok it’s just low iron

Blood loss catching up to him

READ THE DAMN LETTER

John has had enough

Trying not to burst out laughing on the bus

Arthur idk if I would call erasing matter “simple”

“Conjecture!”

“Right right right” callback

Arthur being the mediator

So John told him everything…

THE L WORD!!!

“I’m proud of you” GUH

“HE WAS NOT ALONE!”

Oh yorick was right. Well done

Arthur don’t go swimming please

She sank… I know the witch trials were nonsense but they did say witches were supposed to float… hm

DON’T GO SWIMMING IN THE WOMB WATER

He’s been under a for a WHILE

He didn’t see her death when they touched her??

AH FUCK

They got birthed or something (rebirth narrative, breaking of the water)

Time spent in water: 3 minutes and 17 seconds. Impressive with 6 holes in his chest

Naw they’re all laughing

AW FUCK HIS STITCHES

Ooh ok posing as the prince, good idea

They gotta do some walking

Another deal to add to the list

Walking around with a severed head and severed hand smh

Yorick what are you up to…

Why does he keep calling them that…

“You will see”

Ooh I love how the cicadas tune changed when he said that

ALEXANDER

He’s so happy to see the owl hehe

WAYLAY MENTION

Ah he got some memories from the waylay

Ooooh another mystery on our hands…

“Someone knows your drink order” PARKER?! PARKER MENTION?!!!!

[satureja13]

💞 Valentine's Day Special - Part 2 It starts -> here 💞

Jack went over to Saiwa, who buried himself in work to not have to deal with his embarrassment and shame for having a fake relationship with Kiyoshi... Jack: "Sai, let's go out. You haven't left your room for days." Sai: "I did." Jack: "Yes. To the bathroom and to grab some food. Come on. I'll treat you to the market, hm?"

Sai: "I'm busy with the game. We need to earn money to pay back Rubyn and the others for helping us finding our home." Jack: "They wouldn't want us to suffer because of this. Just for an hour, hm? I'm your Valentine today!" Saiwa sighed. Poor Jack also has no date today. Sai: "Ok, I'll save and then we can leave." Jack: "That's my boy!"

Sai: "Let's go." Jack: "Aren't you going to change clothes?" Sai: "What for?" Jack: "True." But he's worried. Usually Sai never would leave the house like this...

Sai: "Thanks Jack. I love you." Jack: "I know."

And then they saw them. Kiyoshi and Jeb. On a Valentines Date! (Of course it wasn't. Jeb dragged Kiyoshi away from home because he had the same plan as Jack with Saiwa...)

Poor Jeb. He already is so afraid that Sai will break up with him because he urged him in a fake relationship with Kiyoshi to bring him back. (That hadn't even been necessary...) Why are they even here? Sai hadn't left his computer for days, why now?

Jeb: "What are we supposed to do now?" Kiyoshi: "I don't know."

Sai knew what to do: "Let's leave the love birds on their own so they can enjoy their date. We are going to go home and watch a Star Wars movie." That would usually bring tears of joy to Jack's eyes - but not today... Since he has no better idea either they left. Jack wants to avoid Kiyoshi at any cost.

Of course Jeb and Kiyoshi didn't enjoy their 'date' after Sai and Jack left.

Jack is in his happy place. At least Han and Leia are happy together.

Poor Saiwa. They need to find a solution for this dilemma. Soon.

Vlad and Ji Ho enjoyed their date. Jack made Heart's Desire Waffles for them.

They helped Vlad to calm down and Ji Ho's nervousness also faded. Vlad is still new to eating food and so this date was very special for him. His first sweets. He's hooked. And Ji Ho is so sweet and beautiful.

After they finished, they stood up to go back to their rooms. Jack hadn't told them what to to after eating the waffles ^^' They didn't talk either, as always. The Bond told them how they felt and that they both had a good time today. Baby steps.

They stood at the stairs to their rooms and it's awkward, as always. What now? Say something? Quickly charge the bond? They are so lost without Jack ^^'

Jack's waffles gave Ji Ho the confidence to embrace Vlad to charge the Bond and then he even kissed Vlad's neck! And Vlad liked it <3 And the goats too: 'Yay!' 'Finally!' 'Best Valentine's day ever!'

'Looking back on all the time we spent together You oughta know by now if you wanna be my lover Wanna be my lover Go ahead and take your time, boy, you gotta feel secure Before I make you mine, baby, you have to be sure You wanna be my lover, wanna be my lover, wanna be my lover'

La Bouche - Be my Lover (Link above leads to the MV on youtube)

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[barrenclan]

ok so for the next music post, two things:

1. i was thinking of “moon song” by phoebe bridgers for unrelated reasons & the very last lyric of the song jumped out at me for rainhaze. the rest of the song isn’t very fitting for him but the last two lines are so fucking perfect:

when you saw the dead little bird, you started crying

but you know the killer doesn’t understand

2. so this next song is actually by a friend of mine! she’s a local musician & the other night i got to see her perform at my favorite bar for the last time before she moves to another state. this is my favorite song off of her debut album that came out last year (which she did perform at the show; i had chills the whole time), & i started thinking about it after the latest issue (& after going back & rereading the whole story just for funsies) & lowkey wanting to make an animatic about defiance with it:

https://youtu.be/I882BJu2bTo?si=W94BMnB6SjMM2sSK

Honestly, I could kind of see the rest of the lyrics of "Moon Song" for Rainhaze too, of him talking about his one-sided relationship to Ranger. Though I still don't really see his feeling as romantic rather than just trusting.

And, it's so sweet to recommend a song your friend made! I really like it. If you ever made an animatic, I'd be thrilled to see it.

Oh, yeah, I like the line "heartbreak was never so loud" for representing the weight of Slugpelt's revelation.

Everything, waiting, shaking as it drops I tried for you and I, for too hard, for too long Gave it all and everything for more time, but I lost

… Ooh, I'm breaking down Whispers would deafen me now You don't make a sound Heartbreak was never so loud

Defiance is always great for screamy, angry song about bones and blood and stuff.

I think it could fit for Rainhaze's early days and induction in Defiance, coping with this new environment.

Look at this poor boy All dressed up in white Now how can he smile With a face of all eyes?

These creatures are vampires They're killing by the night They're falling from the dead trees To silhouette your life

It doesn't seem like anyone has! I like the lines about him traveling past reason, because he did move past any real ideology into just fear and desperation.

I will travel far beyond the path of reason Take me back to Eden, take me back to Eden

I guess it goes to show, does it not? That we've no idea what we've got until we lose it And no amount of love will keep it around If we don't choose it And I don't know what's got its teeth in me But I'm about to bite back in anger No amount of self-sought fury Will bring back the glory of innocence <- shit yeah dude that's him

I like all songs that talk about the Devil as a smooth-talking, friendly charismatic guy because they all remind me of Deepdark.

Turn on the television Don't gotta think for nothing I pay the cable bill monthly, so they can do it for me

They say the Devil looks like you I hear the Devil's an American They say, they say he's a real smooth talker Real put together

I LOVE this song! Super good with him.

You're no good, you're no good You could kill me and you should I'm an idiot for thinking This was anything but blood

On the wall, on the couch On the corner of my mouth You must like being the victim You've done nothing to get out Of this pattern of pain Washed away by the rain You'll forgive me if I promise And do nothing but the same <- like this is just the first verse

Oh I think I have been suggested this one before! I still like it.

Gritty underground rock bands are great for this comic.

No rest for the sinner Hypnos refused me my sleep This was the last night of my life With wine, I pondered on my deeds

Ring brother, ring for me Ring the bells of hope and faith Ring for my damnation I am at the gallow's end

[jenniferjareauwife]

Bottled Up

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: depression

word count: 706

age: 15

summary: your mom noticed somethings going on with you and wants to do everything she can to help

I had slept in past my alarm for 10 minutes. Well not really sleeping, just laying in bed and hoping that my mom had left for work so I could just skip school. "Y/n." I groaned to myself as I heard my mom's voice on the other side of my door.

"Come in." I told her quietly. She walked in, shutting the door behind her before turning off my alarm. She slid into bed next to me, putting her arm over my waist and holding me close to her. No matter how old I was, cuddles from my mom always helped and she knew that.

"I called your school, told them you were sick today." She laced her fingers with mine and gave my hand a squeeze.

"You did that?"

"Yeah. I could tell you needed a break." She stayed quiet, seeming like she wanted me to say something. "Y/n?"

"Hm?"

"Wanna come downstairs? We can have some ice cream."

"For breakfast?"

"Yeah." I stayed quiet for a few moments. "Come on hon. You've gotta get some food in your system."

"I'm not hungry."

"Honey...you've gotta eat something, ok?"

"Fine. But can it wait til later? I really like my bed." She laughed softly and nodded. "I promise I'll eat."

"Honey?"

"Hm?"

"What's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean." She propped herself up on her elbow and moved my hair away from my face. "I'm your mom, you may think I'm oblivious but I notice things." I stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. "Look...you don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to but I'd prefer if you'd talk about it sooner rather than later. It's not good to keep it all bottled up."

"I just...I don't know how to explain it, you know?"

"Yeah I get it."

"I want to talk about it. I just don't know how to get the words out."

"Do you want me to call your therapist? I can schedule an appointment for you again if you feel like you need it." She kissed my temple while waiting for my response.

"Yeah I think...I think that'd be good."

"I'll call her later today, ok?" I nodded in response, turning around so I was face to face with her. "Oh honey..." She sighed when she saw a tear rolling down my cheek, wiping it away and leaving a kiss in its place.

"Mom?"

"Yeah?"

"I feel so empty...all the time. It's just really overwhelming. Nothing makes me happy anymore. I don't want to do anything...everything's boring and I don't get joy from anything." The words came spilling out and I didn't know how to stop them. She was my mom, the best mom in the world, I knew she would understand and do whatever it takes to help me. "I just...I don't see the point in things anymore, you know? There's no reason for anything. We just exist because someone wanted to see us suffer." She laughed at that.

"I would not be surprised if that were the case."

"Why aren't you at work?"

"I knew you needed me."

"How'd you know?"

"My parental instincts."

"Your spidey sense?" She laughed loudly.

"Sure you can call it that." She tucked my hair behind my ear again before rubbing my back. "You know how important you are to me, right? How much I love you."

"Yeah."

"You're the most important person in my life hon. Don't you ever forget that, alright? You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I knew the voices in your head are probably telling you something else, I know after this you might want to shut me out even more but don't. I'm your mom and I love you more than life itself." I teared up at her words. "Aw don't cry baby." She wiped my tears and kissed my forehead.

"I'm-"

"No apologizing." I nodded. "Let's go downstairs, have some ice cream and binge watch Station 19, how does that sound?"

"That sounds really good mom. Thank you."

"Of course. Anything for my baby." She wrapped me in a bear hug, reminding me why everyone calls her mama bear. She gave me an over exaggerated kiss on the top of my head before dragging me out of bed. "I love you kiddo."

"I love you too mom."

[jstarr86]

HALLOWEEN FUN

I sighed looking down at him a smirk on his lips.

“Stop so I can paint your face or I’m leaving ya ass at home.”

“No you won’t first because you want me there two I’m never home and three you want me there cause I’m never home.”

“Baby.” I said breaking out a smile “let me paint your face. I gotta get ready too.”

“Fine, no fun.”

“You can have all the fun you want to later for now behave.”

“Yeet.” I rolled my eyes looking into his as he placed his hands on my hips.

“Joshua.”

“Aye I’m not doing anything I’m just holding you.”

“Mhmm.” I sighed sitting on his lap as he groaned arms wrapping around me while I painted his face. I was trying to get the skull part done since he was mixing a clown and skull. It looked cool, we hadn’t been able to decide on a costume this year so we combined both options and it actually looked pretty cool. “Turn.” I moved his head finishing the shading but also taking the chance to check him out. He was fine as fuck and I was lucky. “There Your done.”

“Eee this is sick thanks baby.” He said looking at me from the mirror as he checked over his looks.

“You welcome and you look good now go so I can do mine.” As he left I pulled the costume out getting dressed first. I then fixed my hair glad I had bought multiple sprays. After I started painting my face. This is why I’d made sure to not work today, knowing it was a busy day around my home, so I generally took off fully or at least half the day. I was half through doing my makeup when the bathroom door opened and my husband walked in arms sliding around my waist.

“Damn mamas. You look good.” Josh said rubbing my legs sliding his hands under my skirt grabbing my butt and squeezing.

(Like this but neon)

“Josh.” I said softly biting my lip trying to not moan. He was always like this coming back from the road. He’d always had a high sex drive anyway but this was always different. I mean don’t get me wrong I missed him too always did and he’d spent the last week not even in the country he’d been in Germany until this morning ; he’d gotten home at 445 this morning. I appreciated the thought of being with us and the sleep deprivation he had to be going through right now but wasn’t saying or showcasing it because he wanted the time and memories with and of us and that meant the world to me. Fuck the man being an amazing husband lover and friend him as a father was probably my favorite thing about him. The love the care the interest the devotion he had as father that man that was another level and I loved it that was Josh. The world can have him as Jey but Josh man if they only knew granted he was pretty much just him just super live and turnt up but still I wish the world saw the Josh I got.

“Hmm.”

“Let me get done.”

“You fixin be cold as hell mammas.” He said eyes trailing over my body. “It’s like 30 degrees.”

“I got thermo leggings on under these tights a thermal long sleeve onesie under this and I am wearing my coat and have this lovely human called my husband that will keep me warm.”

“Nah you bout be shivering and complaining lil miss thang. You too little for this shit and we both know it.”

“Then keep me warm daddy.”

“Shit call me daddy again we staying home and I’m trickin and treatin ya ass all night.”

“Our youngest son wants to go out.”

“Then remember that cause you say daddy again and Jaciyah gonna be takin him not us.”

“Now you know that ain’t happenin Jaciyah is on candy duty here.” I finished my makeup before meeting my three main men downstairs. My oldest in a jack skellington onesie but he’d at least let me paint his face. Our youngest a clown much like his dad and I but much more bloody. “You ready baby.”

“Yah let’s goooo!” I laughed watching as he got super excited.

“Alright grab a our bag and coat baby.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Jaciyah.”

“Ma’am.”

“If someone-“

“Knocks or rings give them candy don’t be rude be nice and don’t give it all to my friends I know. I got this.”

“Ok have fun we will be home in a hour or two.”

“K love you guys.”

“Love you too.” We walked out as our oldest locked the door behind us Josh pocketing the keys inside his hoodie. We’d taken some pictures that came out dope. Then again anything neon or glow in the dark if I wanted to pull it off it wouldn’t take a lot all I had to do was call my amazing sister in law and ask, the queen of glow. Josh and I walked watching as Jeyce ran up to each house or drive collecting candy. I leaned into Josh who chuckled moving to stand behind me wrappping his arms around me

“Cold?”

“Not too much. How much longer should we let him go he has school and no one needs to be sick.”

“Eh he’s ok give him some more.” I nodded popping a sucker in my mouth as my husbands smile widened the paint elongating it. I rolled my eyes as he winked both of us knowing why he’d smiled.

“What Joshua?” I asked nudging back into him

“You kno what, practicing for later tryin tease me.”

“I’m just eating candy if I was trying to tease you I’d do this.” I responded looking at him twirling my tongue over the lollipop and sucking as seductively as possible while keeping my eyes locked on his. He groaned nonchalantly rolling his hips into my ass so I could feel his hardening dick.

“Don’t do that baby. These kids gonna get a real show.”

“Oh my god Joshua.” I laughed out as a few people looked at us.

“What you the one acting like you sucking my lollipop.”

“Behave.”

“You behave over here performing oral on some candy.”

“You’re terrible.”

“And you a freak, but forreal though how you make something so simple and innocent so naughty and sexy.”

“You always say that.”

“Cause it’s true even in school that’s why everyone always gave you suckers cause they liked watching you eat them always more sexual then it should be even when you ain’t notice.”

“I really didn’t.”

“I kno but only me and uces believed it.”

“I remember you got into that fight sophomore year cause that guy flirted with me.”

“Flirted he was practically dry humping you made you uncomfortable and then didn’t care Nah homie deserved that ass whoopin.”

“Thank you for defending my honor.”

“Always wifey.” I took pictures here and there and Josh took some with me. I loved that he kept a hand or arm around me at all times. He was very touchy always had been I always joked physical affection was his love language. After a couple hours it was dark and getting colder and Josh could see I was getting cold.

“Aye Jeyce wrap it up.”

“Yes sir.”

“You ain’t have to do that.”

“Your cold and I peeped the cough that started you gonna get sick. Plus his nose is red and not from paint he’s getting cold too.”

“Mmm so observant I love when your home.”

“I love being home.” He replied kissing me.

“Ugh mom dad really.” I pulled back he and I laughing as he licked his lips the dark colors smudged slightly at his lips and a bit red from my lipstick and our small make out kiss.

“Sorry ya momma is beautiful.”

“Even like that?”

“Yeah even like that no matter what ya moms is beautiful. Let’s get you home.” We walked back home Jeyce trying snag candy until Josh took the bag. “You kno the rule.”

“Who made that rule what’s wrong with it why can’t I eat it.”

“Gotta check the candy ya kno people be stickin stuff in candy.”

“Don’t tell him that.” I said nudging my husband “you kno that’s a urban legend right there ain’t any known cases of that actually happening but there was this one man who tried offing his kids with laced pixie stix”

“How you do that no wonder he got caught.”

“Used the giant plastic ones gave them to his kids and their friends thought they’d all eat them only one his did and died then he got caught cause he couldn’t remember what house he didn’t get to Em from and where he told the cops those people wasn’t even home.”

“That’s fucked up some people don’t need kids.”

“Very true.”

“Sometimes it’s scary all the random stuff you kno.”

“I like criminal Justice or did you forget my major and I listen and watch way to much true crime stuff.”

“You do little serial killer.”

“That be a good costume.” Josh and I acted silly the whole walk back home racking jokes and dancing and laughing. He also every time or son turned was grabbing at me. Getting close to our home I saw some of our elder child’s friends walking down the street.

“Hi Mrs Fatu, hi Mr Fatu.”

“Hi guys.”

“Sup.” Josh replied arm going around my waist.

“Cool costumes.”

“Yeah you look awesome Mrs Fatu.”

“Thank you guys have a good night and behave.”

“Yes ma’am.” As they walked off Josh growled.

“Little ass boys crushin hard bout make me hurt a lil kid lookin at you like that. ‘Hi Mrs Fatu you look good’” he mocked as I chuckled.

“They are kids stop.” I said leaning to his ear “besides your the only man I want making me scream.”

“Mmm Gotdamn” We got in and Josh went through the candy while I shook my head and he let Jeyce get 4 pieces and they went to wash Jeyces face. I turned from the dresser as Josh walked in our bedroom eyes trailing over me before he locked the door. I laughed as he hit the light switches turning off the lights but turning on the black lights we’d put up for Halloween. “Wanna play a game.” He asked voice deep

“Boy cut on the light so I can see so I can go shower.”

“No.”

“No, boy.”

“You heard me.” As I looked up at him he looked sexy yet dangerous and dark, good on he was glowing but his face still dark his eyes dark. “Come here.”

“Josh.” I gasped as he didn’t verbally respond but reached out with a firm gentle hand grabbing my throat. He pressed his head against mine as I watched him close his eyes for a second. When he opened them again the want the lust was definitely behind his beautiful dark chocolate colored eyes. The intensity in his eyes and his hand on my throat had me biting my lip as I silently stared at him, trying to decipher what was going through his head. His other hand came up grabbing my right breast in his hand as he kneaded it. I watched him smirk as my bottom lip went back between my teeth. I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks he’d came home a couple days then was out again cause of work and they’d had a tour overseas “aren’t you tired.” I muttered softly to which I watched his eyebrow raised Josh didn’t respond but trailed his hand down gripping my thighs as he moved standing between them slowly dropping to his knees.

“You know when we all left town for ya birthday how I sent you away for a bit early with Trin.”

“Yeah.”

“Well I never told you but I got this room soundproofed”

“You did wha-“

“You better hope that shit really work cause you gon be screamin.” I didn’t get to respond as he roughly kissed me and the second I moaned he slid his tongue in my mouth easily winning the dominance battle as he lifted me up in his arms as he walked to our bed. He dropped me down on it as I watched him.

“We need shower take this makeup off, creppy.” Josh pushed my shoulder as I went to try and move. “Josh.” I jumped as he pulled out a knife my breath holding as I watched him as he slices the tights and pulled my leggings. I was lo key scared first I ain’t like clowns anyway and my husband was dressed like one with a damn knife. He slid it over my collarbone as I looked at him with wide eyes before he easily cut the strap to my costume and bra in one go. “Josh. Come on you know I hate clowns.”

“I love you but shut up.”

“Excuse you-“

“Mamas you know I’d never hurt you so just sit back shut up and feel, stop thinking.” He kissed me sensually as fuck his mouth tasting like chocolate his mouth blazed a passionate trail from my lips to my neck sucking gently at the spot that made me arch my back. He tugged down the top of my costume lips attaching to my left nipple as his fingers tweaked the other my hand gently grasping his head fingers playing with the curls at the base of his neck.

“Baby.” I gasped out as he somehow rough yet gently slammed two fingers inside me while tugging my nipple with his teeth.

“Wet as fuck. Tryin stunt like you dont want this dick.” Fuck he hadn’t even started and I was gonna cum. Josh knew how to play my body like an instrument and he did it with precision. “Look at me.” I moaned as his fingers hit my gspot with every thrust of his fingers thumb rubbing circles on my clit while he sucked at my neck. “Watch me make you cum sexy.”

“Mmm fuck. I’m gonna cum Josh.” My eyes finally closed as my head went back.

“So Fuckin sexy.” He groaned as I opened my eyes trying to breathe. Josh pulled his pants low enough for his dick to pop out before he pushed my legs up and thrust into me a groan leaving his mouth.

JOSH POV

It was takin everything in me to not cum already. She’d been getting to me all day and I’d waited hours to have her. Every sound leaving those thick pink lips moans whimpers uneven breaths only I could do that to her. I could feel her tightening on my dick pussy fluttering showcasing she was about to cum. I slid my hand around her throat as her back arched and she moaned.

“Josh.”

“Cum.” I pumped working her through her release before I pulled out rolling her over and slamming back into her my hand smacking down on her ass the sound echoing loudly along with her moans as she gripped the sheets takin these back shots like a damn champ. “Pussy so good. “ I stilled for a second rubbing on her ass as I let her toss it back riding my dick. I pulled at her outfit shredding it and pulling it off her as I resumed my pace chasing my nut. I knew I’d freaked her out a bit earlier only because she hates clowns. She had since we was kids. She’d walk through a haunted house laughing her ass off but clowns nah she’d be gripping me with her head buried in me. “Shit baby.”

“Mmm daddy.” Id assume by now the soundproofing worked cause neither of our sons was banging on the door yet and I knew we was being loud especially her and the headboard was thumping against the wall.

“I’m bout nut. Fuck.” I grunted out playing with her clit making sure she came again.I grunted out feeling her tighten as we both came. I lazily pumped through it before withdrawing from her body. I walked to the bathroom starting the shower. Walking back out I pulled her down the bed tossing her over my shoulder as she giggled and I smacked that fat ass. I let her down as we walked in and she looked wrecked we both did paint and makeup smudged missing we got in the shower washing up both us double checking the other for left over face paint. She’s killed it with all this, looked dope. I lifted her against the shower wall entering her as we sloppily kissed it going from a peck to extreme as fuck pretty quick. “Damn do ayt shit again.” I grunted as she moved, I dunno what she just did but that shit sent me deep as fuck. I gripped her thigh harshly fingers digging in as she made the same movement making us both moan out. “Grippin me so tight.”

“Josh, fuck don’t stop” she moaned gripping my shoulders as I bounced her up and down my cock her free hand slid down the glass before gripping the back of my head as she placed a sloppy passion fueled kiss the pit in my stomach knotting as my orgasm fueled causing me to thrust harder and deeper into my wife as she tossed her head back a loud moan of my name leaving her mouth. Her finish was my undoing as I buried my head in her neck pinning her to the wall with my hips as I came. Her nails lightly raking my scalp I pulled back kissing her softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She replied as I wrapped a fluffy towel around her. I knew she was tired and fucked out. I dried her grabbing her favorite lotion and rubbing it into her skin leaving it soft as hell and smellin like some tropical ass fruit or sumthin. I lifted her carrying her into our room as I laid down pulling her into my arms as she curled into me head on my chest. I wouldn’t have long gone til I was back on the road but this Halloween was definitely great. I started the tv and turned in a scary movie as we winded down and finished out our Halloween night her falling asleep within twenty minutes

[eddiesgorlie]

so, austin and reader act together in a movie in which he is a villain, so their relationship is abusive, and he feels so bad seeing his girlfriend miserable (even though she is acting) that after recording he spoils her being super kind and doing everything to please her

Love this idea! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to post it.

Unneeded Apologies

Warnings: Movie violence, cursing.

Word count: 832

“Go to hell, you asshole!” I yelled. “What did you say?” He spat. “I said, go to hell, you asshole!” I yelled again as I grabbed my duffel bag of my items. “No one treats me like that.” I mumble as I go to open the motel door. “Get back here.” He said as he not so aggressively grabbed me by my hair. “Cut! Austin come on, you’ve got to try to make it a little more realistic, you don’t have to hurt her of course but don’t barely touch her.” The director sighed. This was about the 17th time we’ve had to reshoot this scene for Bikeriders because of this moment, he was scared to hurt me so he was being too gentle for the abusive boyfriend role. “Lets go from the top again.” The director said.

“Let me go! Please.” I cried as he carefully held me by my neck. “You don’t ever talk to me like that again, you hear me?” He yelled. “Yes!” I yelled, clawing my hands between my neck and his hand. “Good.” He said, dropping me and I fell into a ball on the floor. “Cut! That looked perfect, great job. Take 5.” The director said. Austin quickly kneeled onto the floor to help me up. “Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, right?” He asked, moving the hair that was over my eyes. “I’m doing great! Let’s go take our break, a sandwich is calling my name.” I said strutting towards our trailer.

“This is amazing.” I said almost inhaling my sandwich, when you’ve got 5 minutes you have to do what you’ve gotta do. Austin was sitting across from me on the couch, looking mopey as he ate his soup. “What’s wrong babe?” I asked. “I’m ok, is your sandwich good?” He asked, putting on a fake smile. “I know you better than anyone, Austin. Tell me whats wrong.” I said, reaching for his hand. “I don’t want to have to act out these abusive scenes anymore, I’m too scared I’m going to hurt you.” He said. “Austin, you could never hurt me.” I said. He opened his mouth to talk when the trailer door was thrown open. “Come on, we’re shooting the bar scene.” A man said.

Austin seemed to be happier the rest of the day, sneaking over to hug or kiss me, holding my hand at any chance. “Last scene of the night!” The director yelled. It was the big fight scene, just about the only scene where Austin’s character protects mine. “It’s pretty early, let me take you to dinner after this.” Austin whispered. “Early? Its 11pm.” I laughed. “Early for waffle house.” He said, smirking. “You know I love hash browns.” I said kissing him before the scene started.

Finally after what felt like years, we were done at 12:15. “Let’s get changed and head to our fancy dinner.” He said, grabbing my hand as we walked to our trailer. We both changed into comfy sweatpants and t-shirts and got into the car. “Y/n, you promise you’d tell me if you’re uncomfortable with a scene?” He asked, looking between me and the road. “I promise, Austin.” I said. “Thank you.” He said as he stroked my hand. “I’m so tired.” I said, leaning my head against the seat. “Do you want me to grab take-out?” “Take-out from Waffle House? Is that a thing?” I asked. “I mean, I think so. Hash browns and blueberry crepes?” He asked. “You got it.” I said, smiling at the fact he has my order memorized. He got out of the car and walked into Waffle House. I pressed the button to lay my seat back and turned on the seat warmer, closing my eyes.

My eyes flickered open as he tried to quietly get into the car with a take-out bag. “Did I wake you up? I’m sorry.” He sighed. “No, I was just resting my eyes.” I lied. The drive back to set was quiet, just Austin humming to the radio. “Those boots are killing me!” I say as we walk into our trailer, referring to the boots my character wears. “Here, let me rub your feet.” He said. “No, it’s ok Austin. Lets eat.” I said, setting the bags on the table. “Come here, babe.” He said. I sighed and grabbed the take-out containers, sat on the couch and put my feet into Austins lap. He was damn good at massages. He got to work and I picked up a piece of bacon and stuck it in his mouth. “Thank you.” He said once he was done chewing. “I love you.” I said. “I love you.” He said smiling.

Finally at around 2am, we were full and my feet weren’t aching. “We have a 6am call time, don’t we?” I sighed. “That we do.” He sighed. We tiredly walked to bed curled up under the sheets. “Goodnight, I love you.” He said kissing my head. “I love you.” I said.