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cottonconnielvr · 11 months

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Okay so, we’re obviously Connie’s very spoiled girlfriend

Reader had eyes on this really expensive bag that she’s been dying to have. She asked Plug!Connie and he has the audacity to tell us no, just to see how we’d react. Reader starts having a really nasty bratty attitude for a week and now daddy gotta set us straight 🫣

WARNINGS ✩ — squirting, smoking, sloppy messy blowjob, reader calls con daddy, reader is sensitive emotionally,rough sex, crying, handjob,overstimulation + just nasty stuff (may b a couple mistakes bc i didnt feel like re-reading imma do it later tho😭)

JEAN passed the blunt over to Connie, slightly shaking from coughing. Connie, who was sitting on Eren’s couch, shook his head as he scrolled through your ig story. “Swear this lil girl want me to fuck her shit up,” Connie mumbled as he hit the blunt.

Eren laughed from the floor, sitting in a bean bag. “What she do now?”

“She got a lil attitude with me because I told her not to let her fucking demon dog in the room anymore. So now she posting shit she know will make me mad” Connie passed his phone to Eren, letting him look at your story.

“You spoil that girl wayyy too much anyway,” Jean added.

“What you mean?” Connie asked with an attitude.

“She never listen to your ass because you say yes to everything she says. She literally gets whatever she wants from you.” Connie fights the urge to defend his spoiled princess but, Jean was making a point.

“I mean he did kinda do it to himself, not her” Eren passed the blunt to Jean.

“Bro you’re her bitch” Jean says in disbelief. “Shut yo long headed ass up. I am not her bitch” Connie defends himself, although a part of him agreed with Jean. Connie never really did put you in check unless it ended with angry sex. He was never super stern with, just letting you get by with everything.

But that was the way it was supposed to be. You were his spoiled little princess who always got what she wanted because she deserves it more than anyone.

“Just tell her no to see how she reacts”

Connie doesn’t give an answer, just contemplating on it.

“Ight”

“Isn’t she gorgeous baby just look” You practically shove your phone in Connie’s face. Connie looks at the pink purse. “I’ve been obsessing so bad and I neeedd it, please” Your glossy lips pout as you beg.

Connie furrowed his eyebrows, “Mhmm no I think you’re good.” You jerk your head back, trying to process that word, No.

You don’t have a great history with the word no.

“No y/n you can’t have this”

“No y/n you can’t have that”

Why would anyone deny you anything?

“What? Why! What did I do? Why not!?” You whined feeling the need to cry.

“You don’t exactly deserve it. You haven’t been good”Connie fought the urge to smile at you, such a crybaby. “What!? Baby I have what are you talking about?” You sat up, sitting on Connie’s lap.

“Your instagram stories, you keep going to parties I tell you not to go to. You needa get your act together” You gasped, offended that he was acting so nonchalant. He was basically telling you that he didn’t love you anymore.

“So until you fix your attitude then maybe, you can get it” Connie practically brushed you off and reached for his blunt. You sat there frozen for a minute, feeling betrayed and heartbroken.

“Okay Connie.” You said in a monotone voice before getting off of Connie and walking out of the room.

The rest of the week has been hell for Connie.

You had one of the worst attitudes ever, giving Connie silent treatment, short answers, and no sex.Were you trying to kill him?

In your point of view, you weren’t gonna stop until he apologized ( with an apology gift to go with ).

Connie walked in the house, hearing you blast “Me, Myself, and I” by Beyonce. Connie shook his head, obviously understanding the message.

“Baby!” Connie yelled from downstairs.

Meanwhile you sat at your vanity, fixing your hair. Connie opened the door to your beauty room, “You ain hear me calling you?” He asked while squinting his eyes at you. “I guess not.” Connie watched as you rolled your eyes.

Connie leaned on the door, poking his tongue against his cheek. “What’s yo problem?” He finally asked.

You stayed silent.

“I’m talking to you, Y/N.” Connie said sternly.

“Nothing Connie” You stood up, fully showcasing your tight outfit.

“ where you goin” Connie looked you up and down, ignoring his boner and licking his lips.

You were wearing a tight denim mini skirt with baby tee, showing your boobs practically poking out the top. “Just going out” You grabbed your purse which Connie recognized it as a new one.

You had to buy it yourself since no charges came from Connie’s card and you’ve been avoiding him like crazy. Connie knew you were really mad if you start paying for your own stuff. You walked passed him, purposely hitting him with your purse and a small oops leaving your mouth.

Connie just smiled to himself, shaking his head. You were gonna sleep really good tonight.

“What I tell you about walking away from me mama?” Connie followed you to the living room. You didn’t answer, walking to the front door.

You stood a little shocked as Connie sat on the couch. He got pretty comfortable, reaching for his phone out of his pocket.

Just as you reached for the lock, “Y/N come sit down with me”

Your legs practically went numb as you heard the tone in Connie’s voice. He sounded very very stern which meant he was not in the mood to be fucked with.

Your boldness melted away. Your head immediately went down, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

You sat in the loveseat across from Connie, messing with your fishnets. “I said come sit with me Y/N” You didn’t hesitate to move the second he said your name.

Yeah he was pissed.

You walked over to Connie, his hand grabbing yours as he pulls you on his lap. You land on Connie’s muscular thigh, his hand immediately going to your inner thigh.

His touch felt good, your attention now focused on the feeling. His tatted fingers massaging your inner thigh.

“What’s yo problem? Didn’t even care to ask me how my day was,” Connie looked up at you as you stayed silent. A pinch was sent to your inner thigh, making you jump.

“I don’t have a problem Connie. I was just trying to have fun”

“Why you lying to me Y/N” Connie grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“You just made me upset and I-I just really wanted the bag” Connie’s thumb wiped against your bottom lip, smearing your lip gloss.

“Instead of acting like a brat you should’ve told me that you were upset. I thought we agreed to talk like adults whenever we feel upset with eachother, not do this petty ass silent treatment shit.”

“I’m sorry Con” Your voice small and quiet out of guiltiness.

“I don’t believe you ma” Connie leaned back on the couch, removing his hands from your body.

You whined, missing his touch after you ignored him for days. “I really am daddy”

Connie almost folded at the pet name, fighting the urge to pound you into the couch until your makeup comes off but that could wait. He wanted to make you beg a little longer.

“I don’t believe you. Gonna show me how sorry you are hm?” You quickly nodded, taking place between his spread legs. Your hands immediately went for the band of his sweatpants, tugging them down with eagerness. Connie lifted up his hips, letting you pull down his boxers as well. His cock springing up against his stomach ( his name ain’t connie springer for no reasonnnn)

Your tongue ran up his balls, going all the way up to the tip. “Fuck” Connie mumbled to himself, it’s felt like forever since you’ve gave him a blowjob.

You hollowed your cheeks as you took him down to the base. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock, feeling him stuff your throat.

Your hands rested on the floor besides your knees, stabling yourself as you tried to breathe through your nose.

You gagged once you felt Connie buck his hips upwards. Connie’s hands went to your head, keeping you in place.

Your nose was flush against his lower stomach. Connie thrusted up into your mouth, groaning to himself. The more he looked down at you, the angrier he got.

How dare you ignore him and keep this pretty little mouth away from him. You could feel your scalp become sore from the deadly grip Connie had on it.

The sloppy sound of your gags and the wetness of your mouth filled the living room. The scene was so nasty and filthy, your saliva leaking all around Connie’s cock and your mouth.

Your hands tapped at Connie’s thighs. Connie lifted your head up, letting you breathe. Strings of spit connected from your mouth to Connie’s cock, making him groan.

You panted, feeling your sticky lip gloss all over your mouth.

“Stick your tongue out” Connie slowly stroked himself. You stuck your tongue out. Connie slapped his dick around your tongue, making your saliva drip down to your boobs. Connie rubbed his dick all over your lips before bringing it down to your chest.

“F-fuck” Connie moaned deeply. Your eyes watered, feeling so humiliated and used.

“You sorry baby?” Connie asked, slapping your wet cheek. A tear ran down your cheek, running black with your mascara. “Y-yes” You whimpered. Your hands twisted up and down his cock.

“ Gonna b-be g..good for me hm?” You stuck your tongue out, looking up at Connie. You watched as Connie pushed out a glob of spit, it landing on your tongue. You swallowed, Connie slapping your cheek once again. “Look at me ma” Your eyes locked with Connie’s before he pushed your head down on his dick again, moving your head up and down. You moaned lightly, causing a vibration to run through connie’s cock. “Make me c-c..ah..cum” Connie hissed, feeling your take him so deep. Connie could feel his stomach tightening , toes curling, and thighs clenching. “F-fuck baby” Connie pulled out of your mouth, ribbons of white cum squirting in your face. Connie winced as he rubbed his cum into your face with his tip, smearing it all over your lips (since you like lip gloss so much)

Your mascara ran down your face, making you look an absolute mess. a beautiful mess

“f-fuckfuckfuck m’sorry! i-im sorry daddy, i’m s-s..i’m so sorry” Your muffled cries fell on deaf ears, Connie continuing his brutal thrusts. He was fucking you so so so hard.

It hurt so bad but felt so good. Your legs went numb rounds ago and your body was a mess, covered in your own fluids mixed with Connie’s.

Your mouth was open, sending your screams into the silk white pillow. Connie hovered above you, holding onto the headboard as he slammed his hips into you. “F-fuck cum again” Connie ordered you, reaching between your legs to rub your swollen clit.

“I-i can’t-” You gasped out, on the verge of passing out. You gripped onto the cold pillows, trying to pull yourself up and away from his torture. Connie took notice of this and wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you back.

“You are.” You heard Connie sternly mutter.

You whined, your hand reaching behind you to push Connie away only for Connie to grab both of your hands. He pinned them down on the deep arch in your back, absolutely churning your insides.

“I-i..i promise pa- m’not go..gonna act up anymore” You cried out, loosing all of your body strength.

You body physically went numb altogether, a rush of pleasure washes over you. Your legs shook violently. You let out a scream that you were not aware of, clenching hard on Connie’s cock.

“S-shit” Connie looked down, seeing you wet up his lower body

(“they told me to stay out that water park😔” - future baby daddy connie with his five kids tackling him)

The pressure pushed Connie’s cock out of you, causing him to paint your ass with white ribbons.

Connie took a moment to breathe before he moved from above you, your breathing was now steady and you laid flush into the bed.

Connie squinted his eyes, slowly turning your face. No way this girl is sleep right now I ain done

“Baby...Baby…..Baby” Connie shook your body, waking you up. You whined, going right back to that bratty attitude that Connie loved oh so much.

“Whattt” You were so exhausted, moving was not an option right now.

After a much needed bath, you fell right asleep with just a bra and panties on. You were knocked out, sleeping all the way until 12 pm.

You woke up to just you in the bed, your house ringing silence. (Marshmallow is at a doggy hotel getting groomed #materialgworl💅) Instead of waking up to Connie’s presence you woke up to a box with a note on top of it.

‘Had to leave early and handle some business with Ony, I’ll be back before you know it. Thank me later sexy’

You sat the note aside before taking the top off of the pink box, only to see the very purse the got you in this situation to begin with.

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All Falls Down - Chapter 11

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Present Day

“Joe imma need to you to get the fuck away from me… real talk.” Josh snarled, “You always wanna bring up some old shit. We graduated twenty-something years ago.” Joe rolled his eyes.

“Does it really matter how long ago it was Joshua? Y’all were dating. You had her give up her dream school to go to Alabama with you, then left her in Alabama by herself when you couldn’t keep your grades up. You always fuck up when it comes to Kiyana.”

Kofi Xavier and Sami shared a look, whatever was going on between Josh and Joe went back years and they weren’t sure if they wanted to get involved.

“Yo” Josh laughed “You deadass obsessed with my wife.” Josh stood up from his chair, pushing Xavier’s hand out of his way when he went to stop him and walked up into Joe’s face. “She’ll always be mine, Uce, my wife, the mother of my kids. So whatever plan you got cooking, you minds well put a end to it. She ain’t leaving me” Josh glared before shouldering Joe out of his way and walking out of catering to find Kiyana.

Kiyana had wound up back outside by the docks. She knew she should’ve stayed her ass in Florida. ‘You had planned to divorce KiKi and get with Shanté.’ Hearing Joe say that and then Josh not even attempting to deny it actually broke Kiyana to pieces. The affair was one thing that they maybe could have recovered from but this… there was no coming back, there was no fixing this marriage. It was over. Tears were pouring down her face at the thought of not being married to Josh anymore.

“I’m sorry.” She heard someone whisper from behind her. Kiyana wiped her tears and turned around, rolling her eyes at who was standing there. “Look, lets just go home aight and forget about all of this, aight?” Kiyana scoffed

“Forget? Josh, you want me to forget that you told some bitch that you wanted to divorce me for her? You really got me fucked up Joshua.”

“Kiyana, I never said that.” He tried to walk towards her but she held up her hand to stop him. “Come-on Key, I love you, you know that.”

“No, I thought I did.” She let out a sarcastic laugh and wiped her tears. “I thought that you loved me but it’s so obvious that you don’t. If you loved me you would’ve told me what happened between you and that woman the first time but you didn’t.You continued your affair for four months.”

“And I’m sorry for that Key. I’m gon fix this Kiyana. I have to fx this. You want me to quit? I’ll do it. It’s so many other wrestling promotions out there.” She shook her head.

“It’s too late Joshua,” She whispered, her heart feeling heavy in her chest. “This can’t be fixed.”

“What? No.” He said walking towards her, ignoring her warning of ‘stay away’ “I fuck up, that’s what I do and then I fix it. I always fix it.”

“Not this time.” She grabbed her bag and walked off without giving Josh a second glance. It was nearing midnight and all she wanted to do was lay in bed and cry her eyes out.

Josh blinked back tears as he watched his wife walk away from him. How could he fuck up this bad? He shoulda stopped the affair as soon as it happened but with Key in the hospital and worrying if she and Kairo were going to make it, Josh needed an outlet. He needed a way to vent and Shanté was there for him, no it should have never led to them having sex for four months, but he was a man with needs.

Ever since her father had died, Kiyana had pushed Josh away. Even him trying to rub her stomach to feel his son had her bitching and complaining and maybe that was the reason why he didn’t stop the affair. He just wished he could go back in time and walk away from Shanté when she asked him out for that drink.

Joe walked out of the arena just as Kiyana walked away from Josh and he had to hide his smirk. ‘Not leaving you my ass’ Joe thought as he walked past Josh and in the direction Kiyana went.

“KiKi!” Joe called out after her, breaking out into a light jog to catch up to her. “Hey, come on. I’ll take you back to my bus.” She shook her head, eyes still glued to her phone as she looked up flights to Pensacola.

“No Joseph. I just wanna go home okay.” She said almost tempted to throw her phone as she only saw flight that left tomorrow afternoon. “I should have stayed home. Coming here was a bad idea and you were no help! Like why did you have to blurt that out!”

“So what, he’s the only one that gets to cheat? That’s not right Kiyana!” He sighed and took a deep breath trying to calm himself down. “You don’t deserve what he did to you Kiyana and he should feel all of the pain that he made you feel.” Kiyana rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I just want to go home.” She sighed, shoulders sagging in defeat. “Can you take me to a hotel?”

“No, you can stay on my bus, I’ll stay out in the living room and you can stay in my room.” When she opened her mouth to decline, Joe shook his head and raised his voice, talking over her. “I’m not taking no for an answer Kiki.”

“Fine,” She muttered. “Where’s your bus?"

Joe was jolted away when his driver hit a pothole. He sat up on the couch and stretched, frowning when he heard Kiyana sniffling in his room. Josh should pay for what he’s done to her. She didn’t deserve any of this. He stood up from the couch and stretched the muscles in his back before walking over to the closed door and knocking on it.

“You alright in there Kiyana?” He asked softly, feeling his heart ache at the sound of her choked sobs.

“Yeah, sorry if I woke you up.” She said softly, Joe having to strain his ears to hear her over the sound of the bus’s engine.

“It’s all good Kiki.” He said and then after a moment of silence asked, “can I come in.” Kiyana didn’t say anything but he heard her feet pad across the floor then heard the lock clicking. “You wanna talk about it?” Joe asked once he walked into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, his body half-way turned towards her.

“Not really,” She said softly, shrugging and wiping her nose with some tissue. Joe nodded and laid back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “How could he do this to me Joey? After everything we've been through.” she whimpered, picking at stray strings in his blanket.

“He’s a moron Kiyana.” Joe whispered back, turning his head to the side to look at her. Even with her puffy eyes and slightly snotty nose, she was the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

“What am I going to tell my kids?” She asked, looking up at him. Joe moved up the bed, resting his back against the headboard and pulled Kiyana into his arms.

“Don’t worry about that right now KiKi.” He muttered, stroking his hand up and down her arm. “You’re a good ass mom, you gon figure everything out for you and your kids.”

“Thank you,” Kiyana broke the silence after a while. “You’ve been a really great friend through all of this.” She whispered, looking up at him and he smiled down at her.

“You know I'm always gon be here for you KiKi.” He whispered back, eyes jumping back and forth from the lips back up to her eyes. Fuck it. Joe and Kiyana thought simultaneously, both of their heads moving towards each other, their lips meeting in an passionate kiss.

Kiyana moaned into his mouth as he pulled up on top of him. “Wait-Wait.” Joe said as he broke the kiss, throwing his head back and moaning when she started to place kisses up and down his neck. “You sure you wanna do this.” he moaned again when she started to suck on her earlobe.

Kiyana moved away from his neck and cupped his jaw in her hands, staring deep into his eyes. “I want to do this Joe.” she affirmed, before reaching down and pulling her oversized shirt off of her, leaving her in her emerald green top and matching green and black lace panties.

“Goddamn baby girl” He said as she also took off her top, her nipple perking up from the coldness of the room. Josh is a fucking idiot. Joe thought as he slid his hands up from her wait to cup her breast. She moaned and grinded her hips down on his lap as he swirled his tongue around her nipple, sucking on it before moving over to the other one.

Kiyana let out a loud laugh when Joe flipped them over so she was on her back looking up at him. She reached up and released his hair from the bun it was in. “One last chance to back out Kiki.”

Instead of answering him, she reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging him down so they were chest to chest and bit his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth. “I want you Joe” Joe nodded and stood from the bed, eagerly taking his shirt off and pushing his shorts and briefs down his legs.

She hummed appreciatively as she eyed his growing erection. Joe smirked down at her and stroked his dick. Her eyes fluttered closed and she let out a moan as he leaned down and placed open mouth kisses on her stomach leading to her sex.

He let out a deep moan as he pushed her legs apart and draped them over his shoulders “Fuck, I made you this wet baby?”

“Joe” She moaned as he took his thumb and ran it up and down her slit before circling her clit. “Fuck yes” She whispered as her back arched off the bed when his tongue replaced his thumb. He circled her clit with his tongue before closing his lips around it. One of her hands flew to his head, gripping his hair and he moaned when she tugged on it.

“You taste so fuckin’ good” Your husband is a dumbass he wanted to add but figured it would ruin the mood. “Hold them legs up for me.” He said ,then watched in awe as her toes damn near touched the bed by her ears. “Uh huh, just like that” he whispered before bringing his mouth back down to her pussy.

She bit her bottom lip, soft moan escaping as she watched him basically devour her pussy. Her moans ,getting louder and louder when Joe circled his middle finger around her entrance before pushing it inside of her. He let out a deep moan as her pussy clenched around his finger.

“Mmmm.” She moaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head. “I’m boutta cum Joe.”

“Go head baby, cum in my mouth.” He winked before wrapping his lips around her clit again and pumping his fingers in and out of her faster, moaning when her juices flooded his mouth. He placed a soft kiss on the inside of each thigh before scooting back up the bed, settling his lower body between her open legs.

Both of them letting out moans once their lips met. Joe gripped his dick in his hands, sliding it up and down her slit before he pushed only the tip in. He pulled out, smearing her essence up and down her slit again, tapping her clit before, slowly pushing his length inside of her.

“Mmm fuck” Kiyana gasped out against Joe’s lips and he started moving his length in and out of her.

Josh woke up to his phone ringing, a special ringtone that he had set for Kiyana. He immediately answered it.

“Jesus Key,you got me out here worried and shit , where are you?”

“Oh, fuck Joe right there!” Josh blinked, still holding the phone to his ear as his wife’s moans and his cousin's groans came through his cell phone’s speaker.

“Kiyana?” Josh whispered, bottom lip wobbling as his heart was literally being torn from his cheat.

“Shit, Mmhm you grippin’ the fuck out my dick KiKi.” Josh dropped the phone like he had been burned by it, staring down at it in horror.

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milesmolasses · 1 year

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Don't Blame Me

miles morales x reader

warnings: nothing i can think of

basically, you and Miles are a cute little couple, and you help him dye his hair at midnight (he has waves)

The time was 12.34pm EST, and most of the apartments in Ocean Hill Brooklyn had their lights off and curtains closed. You and Miles were in a 24HR drug store across the street from his apartment, checking out their hair supplies aisle- just when you were about to grab your hair mask treatment, Miles came running to you from halfway down the aisle.

"YEOOOOO, look what I found! We finna bring the demons out tonight," he said in a playful, scratchy tone. You looked at what he had in his hand and saw the platinum blonde hair dye he was holding.

"You wanna be Frank Ocean so damn bad, don't you? You know you're destroying your hair if you do that, right?"

"Nah, I've had virgin hair for forever; my hair can't get ruined after dying it once. That's just stupid," he waved his hand dismissively to my comment on him literally killing his beautiful hair.

"Miles use your head: it's 12 in the morning, and you aren't thinking straight. Trust, you don't want to do this and wake up in the morning regretting shit," I tried to grab the dye out of his hand, but he held onto the box with such a tight grip and a determined look on his cute face, really telling me he wanted to do this.

"No, no no no no, I am thinking straight; believe me, I have thought about this a lot. I can show you my Pinterest hair board right now, and it's full of niggas with blonde waves. Frank Ocean is calling my name Y/N, PLEASE let me do this," he went on and on. He looked at me with a pleading look in his eye, attempting a cute puppy dog face with his chapped pouty lips.

"... A'ight fine, but we getting you some damn chapstick with your cracked ass lips."

"Alright not too much on me, baby. You gon help me dye it though?"

It felt as if he was counting on me to say yes, so I agreed to help him dye his hair. We soon walked up to the register with my hair mask and a new conditioner for his hair, a bag of mini KitKats, the blonde dye, and some Vaseline. I paid for the items, wondering how much I would have to apologize to Rio for destroying her sons hair.

As we walked back to his place, we stopped by the deli to pick up some more snacks- two bags of chips, jolly ranchers, and a sandwich for Miles. We made it back and quietly snuck upstairs to the bathroom, but not without first dropping the food off in Miles's room. We made our way to the bathroom with the dye and the purple conditioner/toner, and I made Miles sit down on the edge of the bath tub while I prepped all the supplies.

"You're a W girlfriend for dying my hair and buying me snacks..." I was having my doubts about this whole "dying my boyfriend's hair thing" because I really didn't want to be the cause of something Miles might regret later on. Also, I kinda liked his regular black hair- I thought it was cute, plus he already had waves, so I didn't get why he wanted to dye his hair on top of that.

"Look, don't be upset with me, ok? I've been actually wanting to do this for the longest time, and I really do appreciate you doing this for me."

"Oh Miles, I'm not upset with you. C'mon, you know I love you but I'm just a little worried about how this will all turn out. I don't want you to regret this later on. Plus keeping up with dyed hair is expensive as fuck, bro," he looked at me again, this time, without the puppy dog looks; more like a sad and disappointed seal. He didn't want to make me worried I could tell.

"Alright look, imma dye it, fix up your hair, and we'll see how it looks unwrapped in the morning, is that ok?" He smiled and took my hand kissing it softly while looking up at me.

"Perfect."

And so I got to work, giving him a towel to drape over his shoulders, bleaching his hair while listening to his moans and groans about how much it burned, putting in the platinum color in his hair, and toning it after. We washed his hair and dried it with a t-shirt, added light amounts of pomade to his hair, finger waved and brushed it, and finally came the durag.

"How did it look? You was the one doin' it, so tell me, how did it look?"

"You gonna have to find out when you wake up tomorrow. Yo, lemme crash here. I'm mad tired right now," I walked out of the bathroom, already knowing his answer to my question. I walked my way back to his room, opening the black deli bag of snacks.

He turned on the ceiling projector which showed what seemed like trillions of little life-like stars on his ceiling. He plopped down onto his bed with me, turning to the bag to grab his sandwich as we stared at the ceiling projector eating our food.

The sunlight crept through Miles's curtains, basking us in the warm indication that a new day had arrived. My eyes blinked slowly and steadily as I shuffled through the bed I was lying in. I looked to my right and saw that the bed was empty and called out "Miles" absentmindedly.

"I'm in here," he yelled out of what I assumed was his bathroom. I rubbed my eyes as I strolled out of his bed and towards his bathroom. I walked in on a sight to behold;

A Miles I had never seen before was staring straight into the mirror, rubbing the neat blonde waves on the top of his head, smiling a smile I had never seen before.

"You are amazing. I can't believe this is what I look like, holy shit.." his smile grew even larger than before when his eyes finally met mine.

"Oh my lord, look at my mannnn," I squealed as I put my hands over my mouth in shock. Of course, I knew what the waves had looked like— I'm the one who did his hair— but seeing him so happy with my finished work made me even happier with myself and Miles.

"Me and Frank Ocean are literally twinning right now."

"He prolly don't even have them blonde waves no more."

"Why can't you just let me be happy?"

I laughed at his straight face when he said that, knowing it was only a joke. I walked closer to him so that we were both seen in the mirror, just looking at each other. He placed his hands on my shoulder as he kissed the top of my head. Something about this kiss screamed "thank you" or "I love you for this," and it made me feel warm inside as I stared into his eyes through the mirror.

Suddenly, as if he had just come to a realization, he whispered, "I gotta show my mom... shit"

AYEEEE this took me so long to write for literally no reason

can u tell how much i love frank ocean? lol

I DO NOT CONDONE SLEEPING IN BED WITH YOUR OUTSIDE CLOTHES! THAT SHIT IS DIRTY!

#milesmolasses #miles morales x reader #miles morales #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman miles morales

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kittyball23 · 7 months

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Soundproof (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: John Dory reveals that Rhonda is soundproof, and that little bit of information sits quite well with Poppy and Branch **Rated M**

A/N: 😏

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It was precisely three things that were serving as a distraction to Branch that night.

One was the incredibly delicious marshmallows in his hands, plopped into his mouth every few minutes so that he could experience its chewy, fluffy goodness in between the songs that he and his brothers were harmonizing to. Another was Poppy, sitting across him from the campfire alongside her sister Viva. Her deep, fuschia eyes - sparkling with the reflection of the crackling orange flames - remained trained to his blue whenever she spared a glance his way, letting him know by the intense gaze that there was something other than flames crackling between them.

Tension.

And it was one that was continuing to build as the evening progressed, all because of a small tidbit of information that was so graciously dumped upon them during the idle conversation among the group of friends. The information in itself being the third distraction.

Patience was not proving to be a virtue, however, and he and Poppy had to be pulled out of their dazed infatuation with one another several times - Viva nudging her sister with a giggle and Floyd nudging Branch wearing his own little smirk.

After what did feel like hours of happily enduring laughter, songs, stories and other shenanigans that could only ensue among siblings, the first yawn finally was emitted, coming out of Floyd. It in turn caused everybody else to realize just how tired they were, too. So when the other yawns and tired stretches followed suit to confirm it was true, Branch nearly felt like pulling his brother in for a hug. His favorite bro had come to his aid, even if he may not have known it! But while the fun between the seven friends had just concluded, the heated glint in Poppy’s eyes told him that their fun was just beginning.

Just as Branch’s thoughts began to wander somewhere ungentlemanly, John Dory’s loud voice broke through. “I don’t know about you all, but I’m bushed!” To demonstrate his point, he plopped down flat on his back upon his sleeping bag. “Guess it was pretty fun singing and roasting marshmallows after all, eh?” he chuckled after a moment.

Bruce hummed in agreement, munching on the last few in his possession. “Mmm-mmm! I gotta tell Brandy we should add these to the dessert menu,” he said, referring to his wife of whom he ran Vacay Island’s cantina with.

“Imma be the first one in line if you do that!” Clay exclaimed, exchanging a fist bump with the purple-haired Troll.

“Count me in on that, too!” Viva giggled. She too really loved marshmallows - her couch back in Putt Putt Village, in fact, was a marshmallow! And only now did it really occur to her to wonder how in the world she’d managed not to consume it for all those years living there. Shrugging it off, she turned to the gang with a large grin. “He’s right though,” she said, gesturing a thumb at John Dory. “This really was fun! I’d love for us to all hang again sometime!”

Floyd nodded his head, agreeing. “That would be nice.” He turned to Branch, seeking his younger bro’s opinion.

“Yeah,” the blue Troll responded, hoping he didn’t sound too breathless when he answered, his gaze still fixed on Poppy.

The Pop Queen, in a similar fashion, concurred with a little dazed “Uh-huh.”

Good nights were bid, sleeping bags unzipped, and wrappers to the Jumbo-sized marshmallow bags disposed of. As Branch went to go put out the campfire, he silently mouthed the words to Poppy that would let her know when they could get the ball rolling.

Five minutes.

He accompanied the words with hand gestures - one going forward, as though he were making the motion for the word “after,” and then another gesture tucking his hands under one side of his head, to make it look as though he were laying down to sleep. Poppy understood right away, confirming with a little wink and followed by a half-lidded gaze that made a tingle go down his spine. He tried to ignore it as he laid down in his sleeping bag, for the sake of surviving those next five minutes without her in his arms already, but found he couldn’t. Poppy’s effect was too strong, and the desires manifested themselves in delicious fantasies for what he ached to do with her. Fantasies of which would soon become a reality.

Branch lay until he was sure that he heard the sounds of heavy cadences of breathing and light, steady snoring. He waited an extra thirty seconds or so afterwards, just to be extra sure and, upon hearing no signs of activity, allowed himself to rise up and out of his sleeping bag, careful to take the utmost caution in not making any noise whatsoever.

Poppy, also having waited the allotted time, made to get out of her sleeping bag, too. In her haste to reach Branch’s side, she accidentally crunched on a dry leaf, the crinkling noise resounding around them. Both froze. With this number of Trolls snoozing in the vicinity, someone was bound to stir. And stir someone did.

Clay shifted in his bag, and Branch held his breath, fully expecting his older brother to blink his eyes open and catch the two of them sneaking off. But to his relief, the lime-green-haired Troll drowsily mumbled something about tax evasion and then snuggled back into his blanket. Poppy met her boyfriend’s eyes and scrunched her shoulders, a little blush tinting her cheeks and a quiet giggle escaping her. Branch rolled his eyes playfully, and simply extended his hand for her to take, a little smirk on his face. She squeezed it softly as he tugged them along, padding against the soft dirt floor underneath them to reach their destination. Once they got just outside of JD's beloved caterbus pet, he released from her grip, bringing his hand up to her face so he could pull her in for the kiss he'd been dying to share with her. Poppy obliged him willingly, parting her lips slightly to deepen it. He pulled away with some reluctance after several seconds, resting his forehead against hers. Branch’s voice was hushed and eager when he spoke, finally addressing that one point of crucial information in the earlier conversation that had been so easily glossed over by the others, even his brother - JD - himself, who had revealed it.

"Do you really think that Rhonda is completely soundproof?"

The question itself wasn't so crude, but for the purpose that he was asking it made his cheeks grow warm. He couldn't help but think back to the time when John Dory had made the very confident-sounding claim that Rhonda was waterproof, but it hadn't turned out to be so.

Poppy however didn't seem bothered, and snickered. "I mean, even if she isn't, I'm sure she'll make sure nobody bothers us. Won't you, girl?"

Branch gave a short gasp when he felt a rumble of a trill behind him in response, only coming to just realize that Rhonda had been awakened and was panting happily at the couple. She wagged her stumpy green tail, seeming to have understood what Poppy had said and more than willing to be of help.

Branch still looked a little bit uncertain, suddenly rethinking this little venture. Even with as much as he wanted this to happen, would it be wise?

"Poppy," he said, pausing to think of what he was going to point out to her first. That perhaps they shouldn't be partaking in these type of activities within a caterbus that was not theirs? With not one, nor two, or even three or four, but FIVE other Trolls who had the chance of waking up and catching them in the act? And what kind of mess would they leave behind on the bed? Branch couldn’t imagine the embarrassment that he would have to face if confronted by John Dory for anything that was leftover upon the sheets….

But Poppy was quick to already reply. And reply she did. "Brrranch…" His name was a teasing growl, the ‘r’ drawn arousingly as she opened Rhonda's side door, batted her lashes and gingerly stepped foot inside.

Branch sighed. That's it.

In a move that suddenly startled her, he swept in, hauling her up and off her feet and hoisting her in a bridal carry that had her doing her best to not squeal in surprise. As he toted her into the caterbus, he hoped Poppy wasn't prepared to sleep.

Because Branch sure wasn't.

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A loud, thumping in the night is what awakened him.

Floyd startled, a little groggy as he registered that it was still pitch black, the morning not broken through yet. He attempted to shut his eyes again and doze off, but a sudden rumbling in his stomach caught him off guard, letting the magenta-haired Troll know loud and clear that it was hungry.

One midnight snack will do, he thought. Or... whatever time it is. Floyd had no way of knowing in particular what hour it was. It could very well be past midnight, or just a few minutes before the crack of dawn. He went back and forth reasoning which of the two it could be as he made his light, tip-toeing steps towards Rhonda. JD had lots of goodies packed in his fridge and cabinets, so there was bound to be something to sedate him.

As his hand reached for the knob of Rhonda's door, prepared to turn, he stopped short at the sound of the thumping again, more pronounced. Floyd blinked. Was that coming from inside of the caterbus? He strained to listen, and heard a rapid creaking noise, as though springs were being pressed down upon over and over, accompanied with a long, drawn noise of some sort. A moan, he realized, the longer he had his ear perked to attention.

Wait a minute... He thought he recognized that voice. Was that… Poppy? Floyd blinked. Why? Had something happened to her? He glanced over to where the other Trolls had been sleeping, seeing for the first time that her sleeping bag was indeed empty...

...And so was Branch's.

Suddenly, the magenta Troll's brain began to put two and two together, the cogs shifting in his brain right as another thumping was heard, and a new moan that bore a resemblance to the name of his youngest bro resonated.

Something had happened to Poppy all right. But it wasn't anything bad.

It was…

They were...

“Oh!” he gasped. Floyd suddenly felt blood rush to his face, his appetite vanishing entirely and his stomach turning queasy. He hurriedly turned his heel, trying to dash as quickly as he could back to his sleeping bag before he had an accident, but failing as he tripped over one of his brothers.

"Ow," a drowsy mumble came from Bruce, and he began to sit up and rub his eyes at the disturbance. "Floyd? Dude, what's going on?"

Floyd waved his hands in a panic. "No! Bruce, go back to sleep. Please!"

"Huh?" Bruce cocked his head. "What are you talking abou - " His sentence was cut off by the sound of a shout, one that sounded an awful lot like their youngest brother. More thumping followed, and Bruce raised an eyebrow, clueless for a second, until realization dawned upon him. "Ohhhh," he said, cracking a smile once his thoughts were confirmed upon seeing the lack of Branch and Poppy in their respective sleeping bags. Rhonda affirmed it further, cutting her narrowed eyes at him as if daring him to try and intrude the private moment. So that's what they were up to. Bruce shook his head, fondly remembering a time when he and Brandy were younger, and would get up to their own share of frisky business. "Well, I'll tell you one thing for sure," he told Floyd, "If there was ever any doubt that Branch isn't a man, there certainly isn’t one now."

Two responses met the purple-haired Troll. One was another loud moan coming from the caterbus. The other was a groan of dismay from his magenta-haired brother.

"Didn't John Dory say she was soundproofed?" Floyd whimpered in mortification, pointing at Rhonda.

Bruce laughed. "Bro, Rhonda's not soundproof. JD just sleeps like a rock. See?" The brothers looked over at their eldest bro who indeed looked like a content stone just laying there. Un-rock-like though, he snored, drooling some from the side of his open mouth.

Of course, Floyd thought with a roll of his eyes. He cast a worried glance at Bruce. "Okay, but, um, what should we do? I'd love to go back to sleep, but not if I'm going to listen to… um… to…" He tried to think of the right word to describe what was happening without outright saying it, but found he didn't have to. He grimaced when Poppy cried out, making him shudder. "To that," he finished.

Bruce understood and patted a hand reassuringly on Floyd’s shoulder. "Not to worry, bro. I got you covered. Here, gimme your hand." Floyd extended his palm out, and Bruce reached into his hair, pulling out a couple of small objects.

Floyd was perplexed when he realized what it was. "Gumdrops?" he asked.

"Hey, I know they're delish, but they're also 100% soundproof, guaranteed."

Floyd narrowed his eyes, unable to help feeling skeptical. "You sure?"

Bruce nodded. "Yep! Trust me, I stuff them in my kids' ears every night right after they've gone to sleep, in case the wife and I ever get in the mood. So far, they haven't been disturbed a peep!"

Floyd felt his stomach lurch and then nodded. “Okay! Alright, I’ll take them.”

Bruce chuckled, putting his own gumdrops in his ears and snuggling back down. He dozed off once more, and Floyd soon after, the magenta-haired Troll relieved that true to his brother’s word, he heard nothing but the sound of silence.

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Poppy found the brilliant sun the following morning a perfect compliment to the equally sunny attitude she had. She stretched, recomposed herself, and took a great big whiff of the fresh air once she stepped out of Rhonda. Right as she began to replay the events of the previous night, she felt a pair of hands slink around her waist, belonging to the Troll she’d shared the wonderful experience with. She giggled a little as his caress lightly tickled her sides, and she turned to face him, bestowing a quick peck upon his lips.

“Morning,” he whispered.

“Morning,” she replied. She licked her lips with a little hum, noting the flavor he’d left behind on them. “I take it coffee's brewing?” she asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” he confirmed, tipping his messy-haired blue head back towards Rhonda. “Want a cup?”

“In a little bit,” she said. “Think I’m gonna stretch my legs out here a bit first. I’m, uh… still a bit sore.” She admitted it with a blush that made Branch chuckle.

“All right.” He better adjusted his leafy vest to conceal the purplish mark on the base of his neck, bruise-like in appearance if not for the indentations indicative of teeth, if one were to look closely enough - evidence of the Pop Queen’s handiwork, no doubt.

They exchanged another sweet peck, and then Poppy was off at her sister’s side in a couple of wobbly bounds.

“Wakey, wakey!” she chirped, shaking her shoulder.

Viva gave a short yawn and grinned when her sights set on her sister. “Hey, you!” she giggled, throwing her arms around her for a hug. Taking note of her messy pink hair and worried she’d tossed and turned through the night, Viva questioned her. “You sleep okay?”

“Yeah,” Poppy replied. Better than okay, actually, she added silently, remembering Branch’s arms around her and how expertly they’d handled her.

“Oh, good!” Viva breathed out. “Um, you do know your leg warmers are inside out, right?”

Poppy grinned sheepishly when she realized her sister was right. But she couldn’t help be disoriented, not after the way Branch made her so drunk on his love. She shrugged, grateful when Clay’s awakening interrupted them.

“Ah, man, I had the best dream ever!” he declared as he stretched, sitting up in his sleeping bag.

Viva rolled her eyes. “This isn’t the one where you’re drinking hot cocoa and finishing everyone’s taxes, is it?”

Clay raised a hand. “Guilty, and quite happy to be found so!” he laughed.

Viva chuckled and turned to her sister. “That’s Clay for ya!”

Poppy shook her head with a little grin and then spotted Floyd and Bruce. “Hey, guys!” she called. “Branch is at the caterbus brewing some coffee. Want some?”

Poppy then witnessed something peculiar. At the mention of their youngest bro, Floyd’s eyes widened and he exchanged a look with Bruce. The purple-haired Troll calmly replied for the two. “I’ll take a cup, Poppy, but I think Floyd’s gonna pass. He was a little sick last night, and he’s still not up to par just yet.”

Poppy’s eyebrows creased in worry. “Oh, no! Really?” She looked to the magenta-haired Troll for an answer.

“I’ll be fine,” Floyd squeaked, clearing his throat afterwards in hopes that nobody would question him further for his strange behavior. Attention was drawn from him when John Dory leapt upon his feet, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

“Wassup, fam!” he cried, snapping his fingers. “I don’t know about you all, but I slept like a baby! A baby Branch that is.” He chuckled at his own joke, until the voice of his youngest brother stopped him.

“I thought I told you to refrain from calling me that!” Branch grumbled as he stepped towards them, sipping a cup of coffee.

“I was just playing, bro.” His expression then switched to a serious one. “For real though, dude, are you all right?”

Branch looked at him with confusion. “What’d you mean?”

John Dory exhaled. “Huh, I dunno if I was dreaming or something, but I coulda sworn I heard some screaming from you last night. And y’know, come to think of it, you too, Poppy!” JD scratched his head. “Were y’all having nightmares or something?”

In that instant, Poppy felt all the color rush to her face. Branch gagged midsip of the coffee he was drinking, and Floyd moaned, a hint of green tinting his face as he rushed into the bushes to heave what was in his stomach.

“NIghtmares!” Poppy laughed. “Nightmares he says!” She laughed until she felt herself grow light-headed, and then faint.

Not in much of a better state, Branch stood, frozen in shock and unresponsive to his surroundings, blue eyes open wide but unseeing.

“Uhhh… I feel like I missed something here,” JD said, puzzled.

Clay and Viva murmured their agreement as the former waved a hand in front of his little bro’s face and Viva fanned Poppy, who was still splayed on the ground.

“I didn’t,” Bruce mumbled.

JD’s head shot towards him. “What?”

“Nevermind,” the purple-haired Troll quickly said, plastering a nothing-is-wrong grin on his face. “Now, who wants gumdrops?”

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #dreamworks #broppy #branch trolls #poppy trolls #brozone #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #viva trolls #fanfiction #kittyball writes #grown up stuff fanfiction #100+

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Dust

I didn’t edit this, I didn’t really want to

Pairing: Buck x Eddie x Reader

🤍it’s drabble time🤍

🔪🖤remember to reblog🖤🔪

Notes: hahaaaa I’m ✨FINE✨ P.S. imma fix my header it’s driving me CRAZY or I’ll forget in the next 10 seconds

It wasn’t that things were bad…okay things were bad. It’s just they could be so much worse, they could always be worse of course but right now just seemed…bad.

You laid in Bucks bed, staring at the ceiling, it really needed to be dusted. He wasn’t one to dust, in fact he hadn’t even opened the duster you’d bought him for Valentine’s Day. It was a gag gift, the watch you’d bought was the real gift. Where was that duster anyway…maybe he-

“Looking at how dusty my roof is again?” Buck asks as he walks up the stairs, stepping around his bed to grab a hoodie off the railing

“Yeah” Is all you say, there’s more you’d like to say, about how dusty the roof is…but what’s the point in talking about it?

“I did dust the tv the other day” He says, walking over his bed, stepping over you. “You’re right I need to dust more often..”

He looks at you, the way you’re laying like a little starfish in the middle of his bed, he leans against one of the wooden supports.

“So…dust bothering you today? He asks again, watching you. You shrug your shoulders, still staring at the ceiling

“Yeah”

Buck tosses his hoodie back to where it was, laying on the bed next to you, his legs hanging off the edge, his head on your arm

“Yeah dust bothers me too” He says quietly, his hands resting on his torso.

The two of you just…lay there together for a while…watching the dust settle on the ceiling, time doesn’t start moving again until the front door opens

“Guys? You home?” Eddie calls out, setting the McDonalds bags on the counter. He shrugs off his coat, walking up the stairs to Bucks bed

“Hey, I brought lunch if you two are hungry. It’s McDonalds, like, you know if that counts as lunch. I feel like it’s like a light lunch you know?”

“McDonald’s ain’t what it used to be” Buck agrees, looking over at him. He nudges you, a small smirk forming on your lips

“You guys sound old as shit…”

Eddie rolls his eyes and Buck snickers, turning to look at you

“You realize you’re not that much younger right? Like you’re literally not”

“Yeah, I know” You say, your eyes closing softly

Eddie motions to you, his eyebrow raised, Buck points to the ceiling mouthing “dust”

“I know you’re talking about me” You say, your voice cracking just a little at the end. Tears fall down the sides of your head, but you don’t bother wiping them away

“Buck still hasn’t dusted the ceiling?” Eddie asks, looking up at it with you.

“Nope” You say and Buck shrugs

“I’m a busy guy what can I say?”

“Do you want me to do it? I know where he put the duster” He backs down a step, watching you

“I don’t know” You tell him truthfully “I think, I have to”

“We can help, you know” Buck says, looking at you as Eddie goes downstairs to grab the duster

“No, I don’t think you can” You tell him, finally looking at him for the first time in hours. He’s laid on his back, staring at you as you finally sit up, propped on one hand. He reaches up and you lay your head on his hand as he caresses your face

“We’ll always help you dust the ceiling, Dollface, you don’t have to do it alone” He tells you, looking at you as he rubs his thumb over your cheek

Eddie comes back up, handing you the duster “You do it when you’re ready. We’ll help catch anything that falls”

More Buck

More Eddie

More Buck and Eddie

#buck x eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #words by rhys #Buck x Eddie x reader #reader insert #911 x reader #911 abc #911 fox #eddie diaz imagine #eddie diaz x reader #evan buck buckely #more tags that involve dis show

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getwhore · 5 months

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Come & See Me

❀Summary : Nothing major, just loverboy connie & his girlfriend.

❀cw : None really, whooole lotta fluff (barely any smut, very subjective at the end.)

❀Notes : YALLLL...I'm back (prolly not for long.) had a long hiatus, college is no joke. decided to put something together while im on break. not proofread so ntm. like always if u enjoy plssss like & reblog. asks are always open my loves <3

“Amour, when are you finally gonna come ‘n see me? Been missing you.”

Hearing his soft, but deep voice emitting through your phone’s speaker made your stomach flutter.

Connie had been in France for a few weeks now for ‘business’. Most men can handle being away from their partners for months or years at a time. Connie does not fall into that category. He’s definitely on the clingier side, not being able to handle being away from you for longer than a couple of hours. He’d been begging you since the day he left to come with him, but every time you turn him down.

“I told you Con, I gotta wait for my paycheck.” You sighed as you curled the ginger colored hair around your curling iron. “Tickets to France are not cheap. And I’ve been missin’ you too, a lot.”

“Then lemme pay for your ticket. You be actin’ like imma make you pay me back or somethin’.”

You set the iron down and face your phone. Seeing Connie’s face in that lighting truly did make you wonder how you bagged that. Connie looked at you still, waiting for your response. You knew Connie had more than enough money to pay for your ticket, maybe even your whole family’s ticket if you wanted him to. You just hated having him spend so much money on you and you can barely afford to spoil him back. Even though he refuses to allow you to, you still want to give him as much love back as he’s given to you.

“Connie no. You already do too much with that spoiling shit. I wanna get it on my own, you know that.”

He sighed, rubbing his eyes in frustration. “Damn mami, stop being so damn stubborn. Just lemme help you.”

You picked up your curling wand again, twisting the ginger loc of hair around it. The more you thought about it, who were you to deny Connie? You knew if you said no, he’d just keep asking. That’s how you got the new Birkin hanging from your wall, and the bouquet of flowers sitting on your dining table, and the ginger lace you’re curling as you look at his puppy dog eyes. Finally, you give in.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes. You can buy the ticket.”

“Merci, mon amour.”

“Just don’t buy me no first class shit Connie. I’m serious.”

He just chuckled as he booked your tickets on his computer. A few minutes later, you got an email. Looking at the message, you saw Connie had booked a ticket for early the next morning, and it was first class. You rolled your eyes and removed the wrap from your head. You fluffed your hair and fixed your edges before walking to your closet for an outfit.

“Matter of fact, iré a buscarte yo mismo.” Connie mumbled under his breath.

“What’d you say Con?”

“Lemme call you back mami.”

You said goodbye and heard the dial tone a little after. You continued searching for an outfit, finally finding one. When you finished getting dressed, you grabbed your phone from your vanity and headed out of your room.

As you made your way to the kitchen, your phone rang. Picking it up was like holding up a mirror. You saw Connie’s contact at the top of your phone, but took the time to adjust your hair a little. After a few seconds you accepted the call, waiting for the reception to pick up before seeing Connie’s face in the camera. You sucked your teeth.

“Damn, Connie. You close enough to the phone or what?”

He chuckled, pulling his phone farther away from his face. He set it up on his desk before rummaging through his room. He was out of view, but every few seconds he’d throw a pile of clothes in the opposite direction. You squint your eyes, waiting a few seconds to confirm that what you were seeing was what you were really seeing. After a moment, you saw another pile of clothes fly in and back out of view again.

“Connie, what the fuck do you have goin’ on over there?”

You damn near choked on your water as he walked back into frame. He was shirtless, sporting a pair of sweatpants that were slightly too big for him as they sagged at his waistline. He bent over to look at you through the phone, flashing a smile. Damn near blinded you.

“Regarde-toi, tu es belle, bébé.” Connie muttered, licking his lips sensually.

You didn't completely understand what he was saying, but you knew enough to know what he was saying. It made your face heat up a little. You cleared your throat, maintaining your composure.

“Merci, Connie, but what are you doing over there?”

“I said it earlier, miel, I’m gonna come and get you.”

“Come and get me from where, Connie?”

“From the airport, duh. Cmon mami, I know you aren't that slow.”

You rolled your eyes, flipping Connie off before grabbing your keys from your kitchen counter. You locked the house up and started up your car, setting your phone in the phone stand beside the steering wheel.

You and Connie went back and forth during your drive. He complained about you not letting him buy your clothes, you complained about him begging to buy your clothes, and then complained about yourself being ‘too nice’ by giving in.

“Sabes que no quiero que pagues por nada, cariño.”

“Ingles, Connie. You know my Spanish ain’t good.”

“You know I don’t need you payin’ for nothing mama, it’s all on me.”

You rolled your eyes, turning the engine off and stepping out of the car. You locked the doors, heading to the entrance.

“What store you at, mama?”

You giggled, walking into the front door and greeting a few employees. “Well, since it's on you, I need some more Fenty. I’m at Ulta, baby.”

Connie quietly winced, packing a few buds into his grinder.

“Pace yourself, you know how you get in Ulta, and Sephora, and all these other places.”

You rolled your eyes, walking to the foundation aisle. You picked up and tested multiple bottles of foundation, finding the right shade. Dropping it into your basket, you continued to wander around. You got to the hair product aisle, looking at the hair curlers and blow dryers. You picked one up, looking at the box before hearing Connie’s nagging on the phone again.

“No lo compre. You have enough curling irons.”

“But I don't have enough blow dryers. You know what Connie, how are you gonna tell me to buy what I want, but when I do issa problem.”

Connie coughed after taking a rip from his bong. He set the glass on his table, looking at you with small eyes.

“Not a problem, baby. Just tryna teach you better spending habits, that's all. But, if you want the iron then buy it, amour.”

You finished up your shopping, moving from Ulta to other clothing stores in the mall. Once you finished, it was almost 4PM. You took a quick trip to grab some food before finally making it home. You tossed your bags onto your bed, shuffling to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine. As you plop onto the sofa, glass of wine in hand, you finally let yourself relax. Connie was still on the other line (and had been for hours) but he was silent aside from the occasional background noises. You stared at him on the screen, watching as he paid close attention to whatever game he’d been playing.

You sigh loudly, making Connie’s head turn in your direction. He pauses his game and turns his attention to you. “Qué pasa, baby?”

“Nothin, Con.” You yawned, sighing again as you set your wine glass on the table before you. “Just sleepy.”

“You gotta stop stayin’ up so late, baby. That shit fucks with your head eventually.” He scolds you (but not rlly).

You snuggle up under the blanket on your sofa, moaning from the comfort. You don’t respond to his semi lecture, just allowing yourself to relax. It doesn’t last that long though and you’re interrupted by a knock at the door.

Grumbling curses and complaints, you shuffle to the door and open it. You look around but nobody’s outside. Instead, a box sits on your welcome mat. You grab the box and close your door. Flipping the lights on and making your way back to the sofa, you see Connie’s back on the game. You call him, putting the box in the camera.

“Connie, did you send this?”

He squinted his eyes at the box, his eyes widening immediately. He smiles and leans back into his chair, one hand combing through his hair while the other nurses a neatly rolled blunt.

“I bought that like two months ago. Was supposed to be for our anniversary, but it'll definitely come in handy for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” You try to piece together his hints. You’d honestly forgotten all about your flight the next morning.

He chuckled, taking another inhale from his blunt. “Don’t stress out about it, mama. You’ll find out tomorrow.”

“Yeah alright, Connie. Don’t make no promises that you can’t keep.”

He scoffed, ashing his blunt in the tray. “What exactly does that mean, baby?”

“The last time you were talking about some ‘tomorrow’ you passed out as soon as we got to the hotel. Talked allllat shit and spat all that game, just for me to not get no dick.”

“Ah, that’s what you’re worried about? Ne t'inquiète pas, bébé. Je te baiserai bien demain. You won’t even know what to do with yourself when I’m done with you.”

It was your turn to scoff this time, rolling your eyes. “Aight, if you say so. But when I have you begging for me tomorrow, I don’t wanna hear nothing.”

He laughed, mocking your words while you looked at him irritatingly through the camera. You took the gift box, wine, and your phone to your room to begin packing. Connie ended the call shortly after for a meeting. You took this time to listen to some music and pack your suitcase. The multiple glasses of wine had you feeling extremely relaxed. You’d find yourself distracted, singing along to whatever song was playing or dancing to the beat (or both). It took you two hours to thoroughly pack your suitcase, having to take many dance breaks and trying on multiple different outfits.

Once you knew what you’d packed tightly into your suitcase was what you were taking, you grabbed the box cutter from your desk. Carefully, you slice through the thin tape over the box, setting it aside afterwards. You open the box slowly, your eyes widening as you look into it. Before your eyes was a somewhat elegant white lingerie set. It included the one piece lingerie and a silk robe to match. You picked it up out of the box, admiring the frilly pieces attached. Under the robe was a pair of heels to go along with the ensemble. Finally, you picked up a small pouch. You opened it, finding a note inside.

‘Feliz aniversario, mi corazón. Can’t wait to see u in this later. -Con’

You packed everything into a small bag, which matched with your suitcase. You’d finally finished packing. It was almost 11pm, so you decided to put your bags in front of the door for tomorrow. You placed a pair of sweats and a hoodie out for your airport outfit tomorrow. Finally, you turned off all the lights in your apartment, scheduled your alarm, and curled up under your blankets as you fell asleep to the soft murmuring of the tv.

Early the next morning you’re up an hour before your 4am alarm. You use this time to do some last minute arrangements to your luggage, fix your hair if necessary, and do a little makeup.

Your flight was at 6:45, so you needed to be out of the house by at least 5:30. You didn't leave until 6, meaning you’d have to speed to the airport and try your best to get through and on your plane. Luckily, you made your flight on time (only because of a delay) and took off safely. You sent a text to Connie before turning your phone on airplane mode before drifting to sleep.

You woke up to the flight attendant softly nudging you, letting you know you’d be landing shortly. You thank her and get yourself together. When the plane lands, you make your way to the baggage area. You text Connie, confirming your arrival before you grab your bags and head to the front to wait. As you made your way to sit in a nearby chair, you heard someone call your name. You looked to your left, then to your right, but you didn’t see anyone. You heard it again, but this time it was closer. You turn behind you to see Connie jogging towards you. Immediately, your bags are abandoned and you meet Connie, finally getting to feel his touch and inhale his scent after weeks of going without it.

Connie pulled away, kissing your temple before stepping back. “Damn ma, you look so good. Tu m'as manqué, bébé.”

“I missed you too, Con.”

“Your French is getting better I see.” He teased. You smacked his chest, walking to grab your bags. Connie tsk’s as he takes your bags and carries them himself. The gesture was just bare minimum behavior, but it still didn't keep the butterflies in your stomach from forming quickly.

When you stepped outside of the airport, you didn’t expect to see the night sky mixing with the near setting sun. When you asked Connie for the time, you didn’t expect to hear him say it was 4pm. You were still adjusting to the time adjustment so your brain was somewhat foggy. When you made it to his car, he opened the door for you first and allowed you to get comfortable before putting your bags in the trunk. When he gets in the car, he can't help but to lock the doors and kiss you. He missed you way more than you knew, but you knew that he’d do anything possible to make it up to you.

“Cooon, not here..” You whispered breathly in his ear. He just groans and pulls away from you.

He kissed you one more time, then turned on the car. The drive to his hotel was somewhat silent. You’d think he’d be more talkative because of how badly he missed you. Instead, he kept a firm grip on the steering wheel, only speaking a few times the whole ride.

When you arrived at his hotel, he opened your door again. You fought with him to carry your duffel bag up to the room while he carried your suitcase and the room key. The hotel was beautiful to say the least. When you walked into the room, your heart fluttered and thumped in excitement. The room was dark except for the candles flickering. When you flipped the light switch, you inaudibly gasped. He had petals on the ground leading from the walkway to his bed, where a few boxes laid on top.

“Connie..you didn’t.” You felt tears brimming your eyes, looking up at him. He held your duffle bag, urging you to go inside. When you get inside, he closes the door behind you (and makes sure to hang the ‘Ne Pas Déranger!’ sign on the door handle).

You waited until he stood in front of you to open the biggest box (as he instructed). Inside was an assortment of toys and a set of handcuffs and a blindfold. You looked up at him with a ‘really?’ look. He simply shrugged.

“Don’t act like you don’t love when I use toys on you. Open the last one now, baby.”

You rolled your eyes, but picked up the box. You unwrapped it and looked at the small, black box. Hesitantly, you open it. Inside was the most beautiful ring you’d seen. When you went to look up at Connie, he’d already been kneeling in front of you. Your face scrunched up, trying your hardest not to cry as he holds one of your hands in both of his. He inhales, swallowing tears of his own.

“Do you remember the day we met, baby? You were working at that coffee shop on campus.”

You giggled, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

“Yeah, and you asked me some stupid ass question about-”

“How many grams of protein was in the bagel and the cream cheese you’d just given me.” He interrupted, laughing with you. “You gotta give me credit, baby, it was the only way I could think to talk to you. You were way outta my league.”

You scoffed. “Nah, you were out of my league. But you still got my number though..after waiting like two months.”

“Yeah, you’re a stubborn one.” He looked away from you for a second to collect himself. “But that’s what I love about you.”

“You know what you want, and you make it known that you’ll do whatever to get it. When you said we could be friends, you have no idea how excited I was. I made sure to text you every morning, between classes, and before bed. I knew you were busy, but I wanted you to know I was gonna be there for you always. When I broke up with my last girl, you were there for me. When your ex cheated on you I was there for you. Even though you stayed longer than I’d like, I still showed my support for you.”

“Through all that, I saw how much trust you put in me and how much you let me into your heart. Two years after we met I asked you to be my girlfriend. Of course you said no, because you’re so damn stubborn.”

“Connie you asked me to be your girlfriend in the Wendy’s drive thru, of course I was gonna say no.”

He held his heart as if he were hurt by your comment. “It wasn't even about allat. I loved you and I knew if I didn't at least try I wouldn't be able to live with myself.”

“But I eventually said yes, didn’t I?”

He nodded, kissing the back of your hand. “Si, you did. And now I’m asking you to be my wife.”

“In a hotel.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oui, but a hotel in France.”

“I’m joking, Con. I’ll marry you. Doesn’t matter where, when, or how. I love you.”

“And I love you, cariño.”

You handed him the box and watched as he slipped the ring on your finger. He stood to his feet, embracing you tightly. When he pulled away, he wiped the tears from your cheeks, sighing at your complaints of him ‘ruining your makeup’.

“You think it’s ruined now? Just wait until I get you naked on this bed, mami.”

You roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You can’t not make a sex joke, can you? It hasn’t been 2 minutes since you proposed and you’ve already got sex on your mind.”

“It’s what I’m good at. Besides making you scream..”

“Connie..” You walked away from him, walking into the bathroom to touch up your makeup. He followed, letting his hands grab at your waist.

“Baby, can you grab that box out of my suitcase?”

“What b-oooh that box.”

He smirked at you through the mirror, leaving a kiss on your neck before walking away to rummage through your luggage. Through your peripheral vision, you could see Connie tossing article after article of clothing out of your suitcase and behind him onto the floor. You rolled your eyes, poking your head out of the door to scold him, but it was almost as if he felt you staring daggers into the back of his head as he muttered a quick ‘désolée’ before finding the box. He stood to his feet, walking back to you with a smile on his face. You give him a sarcastic smile back, pushing him out of the bathroom before shutting the door and locking it.

No longer than 10 seconds and he was already complaining on the other side of the door.

“Mamiiiiii, do you really have to have the door closed and locked? Tu es si dramatique”

“I’m not dramatic, Con, you just can't control yourself.”

You rolled your eyes as he sighed dramatically on the other side of the door. You slipped into the lingerie set, not quite being able to reach behind to tie the string. Grabbing two towels, you wrap one around the top half of your body and one around the bottom, leaving only your back exposed. Unlocking the door, you open it to find Connie leaning against the doorframe. Sighing, you turn back around, facing away from him.

“I need you to tie the string.”

He tilted his head in confusion. “Why all the towels?”

“You can’t control yourself.”

He scoffed, taking both pieces of string in his hand to pull them and tie them tightly and properly. Turning you back around, he looked in your eyes, then down to your stomach, then back up to your eyes. You watched as he basically eye fucked you before closing the door again. Sitting on the lid of the toilet, you slip your feet into the clear heels he’d also gifted you, tightening the strap on both. Slowly, you stood up, walking over to the mirror to fluff your hair a little and adjust your breasts. Finally, you slipped on the robe, tying it around your waist.

Flipping the switch, the bathroom quickly lost light. You took a deep breath, feeling your anxiety bubble up in your chest.

“‘Kay, I’m coming out. Close your eyes, Connie.”

He giggles, covering his eyes with both palms. “They’re closed, baby. Amène ton cul sexy ici, bébé.”

You twisted the knob on the door, slowly opening it. You walk over to Connie, your heels announcing your every step as they knock on the floor. Connie knows when you’ve stopped walking. Not just because your heels stopped hitting against the floor, but he could smell you. Keeping his eyes closed, he removed both hands from his eyes, pulling you closer between his open legs. He smooths his cold hands over your body, groaning softly as he tugs at the silk fabric. You shudder at that, trying your hardest not to moan.

“You can open 'em now, Con.”

Quickly, his eyes shot open, taking in everything he saw before him. The sight of your hair pinned back, just to keep the strands from in your face, the way your tits sat up beautifully through the see-through silk robe you had on, your painted toes peeking through your heels. Everything made Connie insanely hard. He knew he should take his time, but it was hard seeing you so…nude, but not even nude. He brought his hands up to your waist, toying with the ribbon. Your silent whines let him know all he needed to. Slowly and calculated, he unties the ribbon, letting it fall. The robe opened up just enough for him to see your belly piercing in front of his face. Placing a soft kiss on your belly, he pulled the robe open, exposing the rest of your front. He could finally see those thighs on full display, wanting nothing more than to mark them up and make you cry.

“Take it off, mami. Go ahead, don’t be shy. You was talkin’ all that shit yesterday, what happened?”

“Shut up, Connie.” You slipped your arms out of the robe, letting it drop to the floor behind you. Connie looked you up and down again, licking his lips seductively before turning you around. Roughly, he placed both palms on your hips, squeezing them enough to have you groaning. The sounds that left your mouth made him twitch in his pants. As much as he wanted to tease you, he was tired of waiting to have you. It was so much easier when you weren’t standing in front of him.

Quickly, Connie stood up from the bed, cupping your face in his hands. The way he towered over you made you feel so small…so submissive. Softly, he moved his hands from your face to your shoulders, softly pushing down on them. You quickly received the hint and got onto your knees, placing your hands on top of them. You watched intently and quietly as he slowly unbuckled his belt, removing it completely and tossing it on the bed behind you. When you reached up to unbutton his pants, he softly slapped your hands away.

“Almost forgot. Go ahead and grab those cuffs in that bag next to you.”

You reached into the bag, grabbing the matte black handcuffs and handing them over. Once you set them in his hand, Connie moved behind you, cuffing both of your wrists behind your back. Once he had you confirm the cuffs were tight, he moved back in front of you. He held a slight smirk, placing his hand on your head while he looked down on you. He lightly tapped the side of your face with his other hand, sighing heavily.

“You know what your safeword is, right?”

You nod. “It’s __.”

“And what’s my name for tonight? What are you gonna call me when I’m digging in it?”

“Daddy.”

“Or…?”

You bite your lip in concentration, fingers fidgeting behind your back while he looked at you impatiently. His intense look made your eyes twinkle with realization.

“Papi…or sir, but you don’t really like sir like that Con, do you?” You ramble. He chuckles lightly, shaking his head.

“And in the event that you’ve got my dick or sum in your mouth, what do you do when you wanna stop?”

“Three taps, pinches, or slaps on whatever I can reach."

He didn’t respond, just nodded. Finally, he kisses your forehead, unbuttoning his pants. He keeps them at his waist, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“I’m gonna beat that pussy up, baby. Gonna make you cum until you cry.”

#[☆]-the naughty room #connie springer #connie x you #connie springer x reader #connie springer smut #aot x reader #aot smut

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sugar-omi · 8 months

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we're gonna have to come back to this bc well this is stupid short but mostly bc I'm having fluff, horny and angsty ideas...

DAY THIRTEEN — CAR SEX

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : drabble, NSFW, gn + bottom reader, teen!reader/cliff

synopsis : you were suppose to be cuddling, trying to relax before you and cliff had to return home. it turns into a lot more than venting and cuddling.

imagine being in your teens with cliff, you both snuck out because cliff was trying to get away from his parents and he needed your comfort.

he really did just want to cuddle and vent, distract himself from his home life...

but you're alone in his car, cuddling up in the backseat and you're on top if him...

how can he not pull you into a heated kiss, cupping your jaw, and he tries to guide you, but you're so close and your body heat is driving him crazy.

he bumps his head trying to get his pants down, and your worry can't reach him when your naked ass is in his face while you're trying to get the condom and lube out the glove box.

you're both fumbling, trying to find a position that works and cliff is behind you, holding your hips still as he rough stretches you open.

he tears the packet open with his teeth, trying to speak with the foil still in his mouth when you whine, missing his fingers even though something better is coming.

"hol' on, imma take care of you.." cliff purrs, throwing the wrapper on the floor. he'll deal with it later.

he lines himself up, sinking into you.

you're fucking like desperate animals. he's clinging onto you, nuzzling into your neck and placing wet kisses along your neck and shoulder, panting and moaning near your ear.

you drag your hand down the window, pushing back on his cock.

the car rocks with the force of your movements, the windows steam up and you can see your hand print, smudged from your hand dragging down the window and scratched from your fruitless search for purchase.

"cliff! i'm-i'm gonna..!" you pant, moaning wantonly. you reach down between your legs, stroking your sex and trying to keep your body up with one shaky arm, your nails digging into the cheap leather seat.

cliff groans, flexing his sweaty fingers and pistoning into you faster, the sound of your moans mixing with the lewd squelching and skin-against-skin eggs him on, pushing both of you over the edge.

cliff leans over you, his loose hair tickling your back.

you make a mess on the already fucked up seats, your cum / slick dripping on the seat, and you shake and tighten around cliff as you work through your orgasm.

your panting breath is all that's left in the air, and eventually cliff pulls out, your sensitive walls shaking around him, and he wraps everything up along with the takeout bag from earlier.

cliff steps out the car, hiding behind the door as he fixes his jeans.

you fumble about yourself, your hoodie inside out when you put it on.

eventually, you both get situated and look presentable. as presentable a couple of teenagers can brew after fucking in the back of a car.

cliff collapses into the front seat, and you turn to look at each other. you smile and laugh. the gravity of what you got away with sinking in.

cliff leans forward and steals a kiss, then another. "you're good at making me feel better."

you slap his arm, only making his lopsided smile widen.

#sugar-omi kinktober #sugar omi kinktober #kinktober #olba #our life: beginnings & always #cliff holden smut #cliff holden #cliff holden x reader #cliff holden x mc #cliff holden x reader smut #cliff holden x mc smut #our life smut

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devilishchaos · 1 year

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Searching for a new nickname | Jack Harlow imagine

Rating / genre: fluff and funny business

Pairings: Reader x Jack Harlow

Summary: Reader wants to find the best nickname for Jack.

Warnings: Just weird ass nicknames

Word Count: 435 words

AN: a little pre-birthday post cuz my man weird weird, so Imma hit him w the same energy eowww

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

"Squishy toenail, do you want to get going to the store, yet?" you asked Jack as you entered the living room.

You saw him crouching in front of the TV trying to fix its cable. He turned his head to look at you, confusion written all over his face.

"Squishy toenail? Did I hear that right?" He asked slowly, trying to understand what you were on about.

"Yeah. I thought it was like a cute new name."

A smile made its way on his face.

"A new name? Yeah, armpit munchies? Let’s go to the store."

"EWWW. Armpit munchies? Why is that so uncomfy?" You said that through a series of laughs.

"Why is squishy toenail so uncomfy?!? How am I..is my toenail squishy?" Jack asked as he pressed his thumb over his big toe to feel for himself.

At said store, he pushed the card around.

"Doing a great job, snickerdoodle." You smiled to him, giving him a thumbs up.

Jack stopped in his tracks and gave you a bombastic side eye: "Bro don't call me no damn snickerdoodle." he said lowly.

When you guys finished with the grocery shopping, you headed towards the car. Got the shopping bags sorted and then you were ready to go.

"Candy pop, put your seatbelt on." You turned your head in his direction: "You're my candy pop." emphasizing on the word “pop”.

"I'm gonna pop your candy. That's what Imma do." Jack said through a smirk as he started the car.

Later that night Jack found himself playing a video game in the living room, while you were sitting next to him on the couch with a book in your hands.

"You're doing great, little mouse." you praised him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jack snorted, then he busted out laughing.

"What? You don't like that nickname?" you joined him in the laughing process.

"Little mouse. You think I like that?" He asked, turning his head to look at you briefly before returning his gaze on the game.

"Yeah. It's cute."

"Yeah. That's what every man likes to be called. Little mouse." And after a little pause he added: "Why don't you call me little rat?..sounds a little more masculine."

"You wanna be called - big mouse?" sometimes you couldn’t deal with him and his alpha aura.

"No. Big rat." he stated.

And with that you thought that the conversation was done up until you heard him say

"Why don't you go for possum..I'd rather be a possum." Once again a statement that made you both erupt in a series of giggles.

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow fluff

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owlight · 1 year

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who do u ship ur moots with and why?

With me ,cuz they no one would love them like I would

I did it once on valentine but imma do it again cuz I like matching Characters with ppl for fun,if I forget someone my apologies ngl

@swampstew with Rustass Kid,I feel she could actually either fix him or make him worse ,but either way I think it will be interesting to watch that develop ,beside she is the canon wife of his ,I think u can see her in the last appearance of kid ,helping him, definitely happened, don't go check it ,trust me I'm a reliable source

@nekomacheercaptain weirdly enough,not Corazan ,but I feel she would work better with Ace ,I think he could keep up with her cat in heat energy and will be very cool dude to chill with for her,And won't catch on fire (he won't mind it if he did) and if she tripped he will help her, it's very beneficial to all parties involved

@downforsanji I think sabo would be a very suitable candidate for her, mostly cuz I think she deserves someone who always wear nice clothes and gloves plus he kinda goofy when he is in love which why I think they might hit it off ,she will though have to deal with him giggling and kicking his feet everytime Luffy is on the newspaper so idk

@luffyinlove with Luffy,I think she can fix him ,and he is like a stray dog you feed once and he never leave your side,I feel she would accidentally fed him once and he think they are meant to be now,I think she can tame him or something idk something

@sanjis-all-blue Rob Lucci ,she can fix him ,I think he would be head over heels for her but never admits it ,then he will be like a cat always near her till Hattori ask her on his behalf on a date,it goes well,as long you ignore he sometimes tries to bite her out of spite or his sociopathic behaviors,it's a 9/10 relationship

@zoros-sheath Smoker ,I think she can definitely pull him,he would be like very shy around her and all grumpy but melt like putty when she caress his cheeks,he would be very nice and carry her to safety when time need that, cuz he built difference and can't Express his affection without begin protective

@lawsvalentine kuzan, because she put me with shanks and I haven't forget but I'm nicer so I will give her a half cooked dilf,he would be lazy af and sleep on top her so she doesn't get up to work , definitely carry her in his bag like ppl who carry Thier Chihuahua in Thier bags kind of couples energy

@icy-spicy killer because she deserves a man with big tities and great personality that isn't a part of the red hair shanks pirates, I think also killer would playfully play fight with her and give her piggy backs when they walk a long distance,pretty wholesome

@usopps-devotee Ussop, cuz that's in the name ngl,he would no cap be those aesthetic plants boyfriend and she gotta deal with it ,he put his gats or goggles on her head when he want to have them off cuz he find them cute on her and it's easier to find when they are on the person you always look at

@kenruu Mihawk, both got attractive but mysterious and intimidating energy, Probably both got very good Sharp eyeliner game,He cooks for em and Mihawk low-key bad at Romance but make up with his act of service and gifts ,lu is just chill like a punk capybara, would probably pull other one piece men if needed I think

@sanjisblackasswife legit no cap Sanji ,I think Canonly she belongs to Sanji like she can fix him,I feel it in my bones,give them one night and Sanji would be a changed man,mf will become a devoted man simping to one woman and it would be her, though he would possibly also die the moment his eyes meet her bare tities so maybe ... exposure therapy with him Slowly so he doesn't die and she get a happy long relationship

@roronoaswifey Zoro, I think he deserve a cute wife ,she is good wife energy and also very pretty so they can be power pretty couples plus I think she can get him on a leash and stop him from drinking so much , maybe get him addicted to pussy idk ,but she definitely fix him

@chiquititaosita 🧍 Sir crocodile, I think she deserves a dilf that can give her everything she want and need plus she got the energy of having a daddy kink so probably he can help with that

@quinloki Doflamingo,I think they can make him worse and unhinged but he might stick to Thier side ,also he would probably enjoy Thier rants and opinions ngl ,they would be oddly wholesome together

#owl talk #my beloved #anonymous

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wolfjackle-creates · 3 months

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I honestly love all the WIPs you have eligible for the ask game, so instead of a specific fic imma request you give us an update for whichever option has had the fewest requests so far! (If it’s a tie then author’s choice lol) ^-^

Wasn't this a sweet idea! It was a tie for Carry My Heart and Bring Me Home and I've been wanting to build interest for Carry My Heart, so that's what you're getting.

Hope you enjoy!

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Danny didn’t know what expression he made at her innocent question, but Jazz’s smile disappeared.

“What’s wrong?”

Danny opened his mouth, then closed it again. Where did he even start? He rubbed at his eyes and focused on just breathing. “Jay, he’s… Something happened, Jazz.”

Suddenly Jazz was in front of him and hugging him tight. “It’s okay, Danny. We’ll figure it out. What happened?”

He clutched at her shirt, just trying to keep from breaking down in tears again. “Jason, he… He’s in a coma, Jazz. Frostbite and his doctors can’t figure out what happened or how to fix him.”

Jazz ran her fingers through his hair. “Oh, Danny. I’m so sorry. I’m sure they’ll figure it out, though. They’re the experts.”

Danny shook his head. “They can’t keep him there. It’s the Far Frozen and Jason has a fire core. It’s not safe for him to be there when he’s so weak, Frostbite said.”

Jazz let out a steady breath and squeezed tighter. “What are you going to do?”

Danny pulled away. “Jason is trapped as just his core. I can’t leave him in the Far Frozen and there’s no one else I trust to be able to keep him safe. I have to keep him here, with me.”

Jazz bit her lip. “Danny…”

Danny held up his hand. “I know what you’re thinking. If mom and dad found a ghost core in my room or my backpack? No. I’m not going to risk Jason like that. So I have to tell them. Once they know, they’ll accept me. And I’ll convince them that Jason is harmless and it’ll be fine. It’ll be just fine.” Danny clutched his hands into fists and crossed his arms to hid the fact that he was shaking. His parents would accept him.

They had to.

Jazz stared at him for a long moment and Danny had no clue as to what she was thinking. But then she sighed and ran a hand through her own hair. “Okay. Okay, we’ll do this your way. It’ll be fine. You’re right. But we’re getting Sam and Tucker here first and we’re putting together a go-bag. We’re not going to need it. But we’ll have it.”

#dpxdc #carry your heart 1000 #wolf writes

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rhodesrider · 2 years

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Stress

Bloodline x Little! Black! Fem Reader

SFW! 18+! Minors DNI!

Warnings: Age Regression, Affirmation Names, Crying

After a long day of work and school beating your brain like mush you got in the door and sighed in relief sitting down finally. You dropped your bag down and laid your head back on the couch stressed. All your classes have you this pit of anxiety and made you worry and sick to your stomach. That’s why most of the time your little around Roman and the twins and solo.

Solo was listening to music coming from downstairs looking up seeing you. “Hey mamas.” He smiled and kissed your forehead going to sit with you. You waved a bit and still had a worried face about your work. “What’s the matter angel?” He put his music away and he got closer to you, you look at him putting on a fake smile. “I’m fine baby.” You say but solo knew better. “You looked stressed out baby. Is it school again? You’ve been doing good with your classes.” You just shrug irritated about it now because there’s a class that’s at a low grade. It’s not the end of it you can still pass it but it’s just hard. You look at your phone about the scores and what the professor said to you about your grades. It soon starting messing with you. Solo saw the tears starting to swell in your eyes making you sniffle and he quickly took your phone away and grabbed you getting you on his hip kissing your cheek.

“You wanna go and see your others daddy’s too?”

You nod quick wanting to forget this stressful day and slowly just slip. Solo got you up stairs to your room changing you and getting you in more comfy wear. You were still sad shedding tears still in a slipping process. Solo got your pajamas on and kissed the tears away, then looking that the large Afro puff you had in a pony tail. “Hmmm imma need help.” He texted Jimmy to come in for the hair. Jimmy knocked and walked in smiling. “Hey pretty baby.” You wave lightly and Jimmys smile kind of disappeared. “She’s not fully little yet.” Solo informed. “Ohhhh lemme fix that.” He smiles again and get the hair equipment ready but first getting her teething necklace and a squish mellow to hold. “Ok don’t get me wrong but you were holding Mario all week and King is pretty Jealous.” He held the big sting ray to his ear nodding. “Yea he’s sad that you forgot alllll about him.” You frown sniffling some. “Nuuuu! I sorry king!” You reach for him more and Jimmy happily gives you the plush.

Jimmy finished up braiding your hair in two as you and solo were watching some hello kitty YouTube shows. “Ok princess all done! Now let’s see about bonnets.” He looked around and grabbed two he picked out. “Let’s see light blue or pink?” You sat there for a minute looking at them and then your pjs not sure. “I think the pink matches so let’s do that.” Jimmy puts it on covering your eyes a bit making you giggle. “Sounds like someone is extra little today.” Jimmy informed Solo and he nodded. He’s honest still learning as well, so extra little usually means 3 years old to 5 years old besides the usual middle age 8 you are.

Jimmy carried you out on your hip going in the theater chill room where Roman and Jey were. “Is that my babydoll?” Roman looked up before Jey and smiles. “Dada!” You giggle as Jey ran up to you tickling you. “Munchkin! You know I missed you more than anyone in here.” He smiled grabbing you. Jimmy rolled his eyes. “Sure.” “Is she ok now?” Roman asked as he went over to give kisses as you sat on Jey’s lap. “Shes ok I got her phone too.” Solo tossed Roman your phone and you reached a bit for it. “Here baby.” Jey gave you your black pacifier, making you immediately forget your phone and you played with his dog tags on his chest. Roman got solo to the side. “What triggered her?” “Stressin about school. It happened slow too…” Roman nodded and smiled kissing your cheek. “You wanna watch some TV mamas?” You nodded quick still on Jey and bounced some as they put the tv on to your favorite show.

About two hours in, you started to yawn. “Ooo sounds like someone gettin sleepy.” He smirked and he picked you up. “Nuuu dadas more Bluey…” You babbled some as you were getting more sleepy. “Romie is gonna tuck you in thou. And he’s got a good book for you.” He informed and you suddenly stopped moving. “Ok..” You agreed and they went ahead back to your room. “Hi princess.” He was already in the room, with a new Disney princess book and some warm milk in a sippy cup to help you sleep. Roman took you from Jey, but before that he gave you a bunch of kisses on your face. “You get some good sleep ok mamas?” You nod and he waved saying goodnight. Roman got you in bed and tucked you in giving you the bottle, tasting the milk you were happy he remembered to put vanilla in it. “So what princess tonight baby girl?” You just shrugged honest not able to choose. Roman looked at the book and decided to pick Mulan.

“You know baby, Mulan reminds me of you.”

You looked confused as you handed him your cup getting ready for bed. “Dada im a princess like her?” He nodded. “Yes. A brave one. You have a lots on your plate when you’re my big girl. And yet you get it done and it’s so amazing. You’re very strong too.” He smiled. “Like dadas?” He chuckled. “Yes like dadas. Very strong. But what if I told you Rommie wasn’t strong all the time?” You gasp a bit. “Yea I know. Sometimes JJ and Jimmys isn’t that strong or dada solo. But you make us strong princess.” You smile hiding your face a bit embarrassed. “But we still get stuff done and we work out anything that’s making us feel icky.” You nodded. “Schools makes me icky and cry.” He nodded agreeing. “I know. But that’s where you think of your Dadas and be strong. You can get it done mamas.” He kissed your forehead and went to turn on the nightlight. The room was soon filled with beautiful stars and you smile your eyes getting heavy. “I love you babygirl. You sleep tight.” He watched as you went to sleep fully.

“You’re gonna be ok baby.”

#wwe one shot #wwe imagine #wwe smackdown #wwe raw #wwe roman reigns #wwebloodline #jey uso #jimmy uso #solo sikoa #age regressor #age regression

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ashecampos · 1 year

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As my bestie @bookaddict05 said “write me a modern Cinderella story but marvel” okay so yes she’s dragging me out of my writers block by my hair, so what imma try it.

Female Reader x

So anywho here’s ur modern Cinderella story.

Slipping on my baby blue converse I finally finish my outfit for the day, I look out of the window and it was quite sunny for New York, I shrug it off and grab my denim jacket which if I do say myself goes perfectly with the white dress I am wearing. I look in my mirror once more, fixing my golden hair once again before grabbing my keys and phone, stuffing both in my pockets.

Todays the day, I finally get to get out and go to the market. Finally.

“Y/NN!!” My stepmother shouts from the other room, I open the door to the room and smoke flows out of the clouded room. Wafting it away with one hand I squint to see my stepmother. “you called?” I say with a sweet smile “make yourself useful and grab me a pack of cigarettes while you are out” she shouts back a little too loud, i nod and close the door leaving her to engulf the room in smoke once more, once more am i glad we are broke, there is no fire alarm in this apartment complex. Meaning the wicked witch of Brooklyn, my step mother can stay in her room and be antisocial as she wants. As long as she doesn’t come and make my life more of a living hell. Enough of that, I grab my purse and head out of the apartment.

Walking the streets of NewYork is scary enough with the catcalling however now we have superhero’s, which of course comes hand in hand with the villains. Luckily enough the walk to the market didn’t hold any attacks so far, in the market I grab some fruits and a few packs of cigarettes as requested, I buy a few more things. As I walk out of the market I see a shoe stall, my eyes flicker over the shoes, one pair caught my eyes. I glittery pair of heels. $20. Goddamn it, so expensive. I sigh but as it seems the universe likes me today. “Hey you girl” someone says as I turn to walk away. I slowly turn around seeing red and blue, I look up a little and groan a bit, as I said earlier hero’s. And as it seems, the vigilante Spider-Man is stood in front of me.

“Can I help you?” I say looking at his mask finding it a bit weird to be talking to someone’s mask as due to being an actual human I am used to looking into peoples eyes to have a conversation not their lenses.. “did your see anyone in a purple and green outfit? old dude, kinda creepy looking fella.” He asks, as if I’m his last hope in finding whoever he is looking for. “Uh yeah, he went that way” i point down the rows of stalls, obviously lying to get this hero off of my back. The masked man does what I’d say to be a relieved sigh, he reaches into his pockets and hands me a $20 note then he says “get those shoes, they suit a damsel like you” just before he runs off the way I pointed. Just my luck, I shrug and buy the shoes, his treat.

I tumble into the apartment with those stupid paper bags in my arms, I dump the bags on the table in the kitchen, i then grab the packs of cigarettes and go to give them to my stepmother. I open the door and she is looking through her wardrobe, dresses are scattered on her bed. “I got you your cancer sticks..what’s the occasion?” I say curiously, as she never goes out.

“Get ready we have been invited to the tower for a party. Do you remember my friend Doctor Osborn? he scored us tickets to get in” she points at me as she takes the boxes of cigarettes and closes her door. I guess I should dress up then.

first though I put the shopping away, grabbing the heels and walking to my room. I flick through my clothes I own and find the perfect dress, a light blue satin dress, to go with this I choose my best jewellery. Gold of course, I put on the new heels and do my makeup and hair. An hour later I’m ready to do.

“Y/n hurry the fuck up our ride is here” my stepmom shouts from the other side of my door. I step out of the room and she huffs “you look like a slut” she mutters before walking to the door, I walk behind her as we go to the car, we then drive to the avengers complex.

Upon entering, we had no problem, we walk into the complex, there was like five bars in one room. That’s cool I guess “right now piss off and meet out front at 11:50 or I’m leaving you here, understood?” She says to me with a hint of hatred toward me. “Okay have fun” I say as she walks away.

I look around, grabbing a drink, while waiting I see a boy with brown hair. Cute. I keep looking around seeing all of the avengers in their party attire. The bartender slides the drink along the counter and just as I go to pay someone slides their card onto the scanner, I look over and it’s the same brunette I saw earlier, he smirks at me as he looks over to the bartender “put it on my tab Nat” he says with a wink to the girl.

I take the drink, knowing it’s not been spiked, of course I took it, a hot man just paid for it. “Thankyou” I say blushing a little “my pleasure damsel, nice shoes by the way” he smiles as he bites his lip a little, I smile at the boy while he orders his own drink, in this time I take the opportunity to look over the man. A dark blue suit and tie is contrasting against his white polo shirt, fancy.

Time flies, me and the man dance.A .Lot. we never ask any questions about one another, we didn’t exactly need to.

It only seemed like an hours dance but unknowingly to me it was already 11:55, I saw my stepmother from across the room, she looked pissed off, I excuse myself from the man and go over.

That was the last thing I remember, I am now locked in my room, the same outfit from the previous night on, my stepmother smoking in her room, there’s then a knock on the door, followed by “excuse me can whoever lives here open the door please” a deep familiar voice says. I can hear clattering and curse words outside my door. I crack the door open a little to see. Yes I picked the lock, can you blame me i am a curious creature.

And there he is. Spider-Man in my living room.

“We have received an anonymous tip that Doctor Norman Osborn is in this apartment. We have a warrant to search the place” he says sternly.

I keep quiet as the house is searched, I sit on my bed as he bursts through the door of my room. He freezes before closing the door and taking his mask off. “It’s you” he says in shock “it’s me” I smile a little “you can’t live here anymore, your mom is hiding a criminal in here, come to the avengers compound and live with us” he pleas holding a hand out for me to take.

#reader insert #x y/n #avengers #spiderman #peter parker #tom holland #peter one #mcu fandom

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i-am-hoo-iyam · 1 year

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Idk I still wanna write so

This is what selever does on a normal day. He bugs his mom in the middle of church service, he scares his dad, he messes around with other dimensional beings, he makes shopping take 20 minutes longer, he pays for his neighbors broken window.

“And He brought blessings onto this land witch He created” “MOM IM BOOOORED”. “Siddown church isn’t half over! Ahem sorry about that! Shall we continue”. “No”. “SELEVER! If you can’t be respectful during Sunday church then PLEASE LEAVE”. Someone else piped up from the back. “But church is less boring eith you!” “I’m a demon. I don’t even really worship god. I respect him because I love my mom very much, but imma go to the arcade or something… mom PLEASE stop dragging me to church!”

Selever got out of there and went to find ruv. Ruv was in the bathroom of their house carefully cleaning eye boogers out of his bad eye or whatever’s under there. Sel snuck behind him. “BOO”. Ruv got startled and poked his eye ( or wherever he has under the eyepatch). “(Insert string of Russian swears loud enough to crack glass) SELEVER HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I SAID DON’T DO THAT ITS NOT FUNNY!” “I’m bored”. “Scram”. “But I’m bored”. “Scram or I’ll wring your neck.” Selever scrammed.

Selever went to the park. There was a street blocked off nearby that looked like it was getting sucked into some sort of dimensional rip. Some skeleton guy with a giant paintbrush and some thread and a sewing needle was sewing the rip shut. It was almost finished and all that was left was to seal the rip and fix the road. Sleepover noticed a string on one end of the rip. “Huh what’s this”. He pulled on the string and it unraveled and the rip nearly sucked him in. The skeleton was just staring at it while holding his head. “Do you know HOW LONG it took to fix this rip that the blue haired human made while messing around where he shouldn’t? This rip nearly killed blue (swap sans)! And NOW I HAVE TO START ALL OVER”. The skeleton took a vial off his sash of vials. “Here have some Sorry juice so you’ll feel very sorry for ruining what took me a week to fix with no breaks”.

The skeleton took the coal and splashed it all over selever. Selever felt really really bad. He didn’t mean to. He didn’t know why it was a good idea to pull the string. He pulled a piece of used fum out of his o socket ant tried to use it to close the rip. “Bruh”. The skeleton facepalmed. “Your a being of magic right? Oh you never learned my name I’m ink! Anyways you know magic right? Since you created this mess why don’t YOU fix it”. “Wait if your the ink god guy who creates all then can’t you just snap your fingers and fix the rip?” “Nope. Two different universes with two different magics. If I tried to fix it with my magic I’d turn it into under tale Friday night funkin and this isn’t undertale”. Selever took inks paintbrush and went to the other side and used the paintbrush ink to seal it from underswap side. He teleported back. “Problem solved”. “Oh… I never thought of fixing it from the other side”. Ink vanished without a goodbye.

“Huh I wonder what I can do with this giant paintbrush?” Selever tried painting a donut but it turned into black ink mush cuz inks magic residue had worn off and the paintbrush only worked when ink used it. “Darn.” Selever got an idea. He pulled out a sharpie and drew a funny face on it. He graffiti’d his name. He sold it to skid for his allowance money. “OH BOY A GISNT PAINTBRUSH! Pump! Wanna go paint a giant Mona Lisa?” “Yeah! Can we make her a monster Mona Lisa?” “Of course! It is the spooky month after all!”

Selever ran into the bully and his goons. “Your a rapper right?” Selever snapped his fingers and turned bullies hair blue. “There now you look like a better rapper”.

Selever found his dad with a bandage on his eye getting groceries. “Here can you get this too?” Selever added s give bag of candy. “Put it back”. “Aw”. Selever put it back. “Can we get this”? Selever put a really expensive rc car in the cart. “Put it back”. “Aw”. Selever put it back. “OOOOO DONUTS! AND THEIR ON SALE”. He added a box of donuts to the cart. Rub looked at it and thought. “Go get another box”.

They sent to check out. “Hey look dad your in the news again”. “Huh… ‘breaking’ news… angry Russian breaks neighbors reinforced extra thick double pane window glass with Russian swears… in other words… nothing new in funkin city… look at what you did! You made me break the neighbors windows again!” “I said boo. I didn’t say the swears loud enough to break the windows”. Ruv glared at selever. “Your paying for broken windows this time”. “Fiiiiiiiine”.

#fnf selever #fnf #mid fight masses

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emmylubooks · 2 years

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Me convincing you to read my fanfic by posting the first chapter

Mind you it’s the first chapter so the romance with emilia and cam isn’t here yet 😉

I looked around at the bowls scattered around the room, each filled with a different batter corresponding to each person's favorite. Peaches for me, strawberry for Jere, raspberry for Conrad, blueberry for Steven, Lemon for the moms, and all the leftover batter in a bowl to make mixed fruit for Belly. Mom was cutting flowers and getting the house ready for their arrival. Conrad and Jere would be on kitchen cleanup duty because I was the one who put in the effort to bake.

Conrad walked downstairs in his boxers with his hair all messed up, "Mornin' sleeping beauty," I laughed as he dipped his finger in the peach batter. "No, no no... you will die."

"Oh please," he laughed, putting his finger in his mouth.

"Idiot. Mom! The idiot ate peaches."

She put the flowers down and turned around, "How do you feel?"

He rolled his eyes, "I'm fine, she's dramatic," he said, scratching the sides of his face.

"Yeah, so dramatic," I said, mocking his scratching.

Mom shook her head and went back to her flowers, "Go take some Benadryl, get clothes on, and fix your hair. Wake Jere up while you are at it. They will be here in a half-hour."

I scooped the filling into the little sugar cookie tarts and put them in the fridge so they would be ready to eat when the Conklin's got here.

I walked up to my room to change, peaking into the bathroom where Conrad was using a palm-full of my face wash to wash his face. "What are you doing?" I snapped, taking the bottle out of his hand.

"My face itches from the peach thing, Peaches," he said, scrubbing his face.

I shook my head and handed him a towel, "I told you that you would die, it's not my fault."

He put his hands up in defense, "I thought that you meant you were going to kill me for eating your food."

"Nope. It was the peaches."

"You couldn't have said that?" He asked, getting more pissed off than he should have.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "If you gave me more than two seconds to speak I would have."

He took his fist and beat down on the counter of the sink, "Well it's too late for that now, I don't know what you want from me."

"I want you to calm down, first off," I said, at his outburst. "What is going on, glasses?"

He paused for a minute and sat on the side of the tub, "You aren't worried that dad is going to come to the party?" He asked, looking up at me.

"I am... I am too, it's not just you. Jere is over the moon about it, though," I laughed.

He rolled his eyes, "Oh, I know."

"Conrad! Emilia!" Mom yelled from downstairs.

"Shit," he whispered, "They are here I have to get ready, stall for me?"

I looked at him with big eyes, "I have to get ready."

We looked at each other and spoke at the same time, "Jere!" We yelled.

He ran up the stairs passing then backtracking to the bathroom, "What?"

"Can you stall... please?" Conrad asked.

"Only if I get extra dessert later," he said before running back downstairs.

I ran into my room and opened my bag, I pulled out the first things I saw. A pair of jean shorts, a white cropped tank top and a green button-down which I was pretty sure was Conrad's.

"EM!" Conrad yelled from his bedroom which was unfortunately right next to mine.

I ran into his room quickly, worried something was wrong, "What? What's wrong?"

"Have you seen my green button-down?" He asked as he looked up at me and stopped rummaging through his bags.

My eyes widened and I quickly took off the shirt, throwing it into the hall, "No... I haven't but Belly and Steven are here so Imma go see my favorite brother."

He ran towards me and tickled me until I fell to the ground, "Who's your favorite brother?" He asked.

I tried to wiggle, "You, stop. You, it's you."

"Me what?" He asked, with his hands ready to tickle me again.

"You, the best twin brother in the world. Conrad 'glasses' Fisher. It's you. Please stop."

He stopped immediately after, "I better be your favorite brother."

"As long as I'm your favorite sibling," I smiled.

He looked down at me for a minute, "Actually, Jere is my favorite."

I looked at him with big eyes, forcing them to fill with tears, "Oh," I whispered.

"No no no no no don't cry, don't cry I was kidding." He frantically said.

I started laughing, at the fact that I could still get what I wanted with fake tears.

"That was cold. You're lucky we have to go downstairs," he said, poking me in the side before we walked down to great Belly and her family.

Jeremiah had run out in front of me and hugged everyone before I had even made it down the steps.

When I saw Belly, I looked at Conrad and made a kissy face. We locked eyes and both decided it was a race on who was going to hug her first this summer. I pushed him into the flower garden and ran over to Belly, wrapping my arms around her.

"I missed you so much! Are you copying us with the no glasses thing?" I laughed.

She smiled and hugged me again, "You could say that.”

"You are kinda a bitch sometimes, baby sister," Conrad said, pulling Belly away from me.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm literally three minutes younger than you. Three."

He ignored me gazing blissfully into Belly's eyes. Gross.

"I liked you better with glasses," I heard him say.

She smiled and scrunched her nose, "Too bad, I like me better without them."

Hell, if he can get over all of the shit that Aubrey put him through, he and Belly would be perfect together.

Steven interrupted my thoughts yelling, "I don't know about you, but I think it's time for," Jere finished his thought with him, "a Belly flop!”

"No, no," I yelled, wrapping my arms around Conrad as he lifted Belly. They all grabbed onto her and ran her to the pool. They all ran with me hanging like a koala onto Conrad's back.

Despite my protests, they threw her in. Then, Conrad looked at me, throwing me in after her. Thinking quickly, I held onto him as I went in so he came down with me.

I watched as he swam over to Belly, holding her under the water, each of them having a blissful look when they came to the surface. I smiled, seeing him happy for one of the first times this summer, but making a note to make fun of him for his romance novel motion later that night.

#cam cameron #conrad fisher #its not summer without you #jeremiah fisher #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #tsitp fanfic #we’ll always have summer #cam cameron x oc #team cam cameron #belly conklin #steven conklin #the summer i turned pretty fanfic #tsitp request

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manyothermusingsofmine · 2 years

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Feelings Of The Past

Fandom: Ace Attorney Wordcount: 2,577 Warnings: None

Summary: Mary recalls memories of highschool.. and should probably spend more time sitting with and recognizing her feelings, instead. AN: I’m not entirely fully keen on this one but it does have importance and I dont know what else to add or change to fix it so imma just.. -yeets onto blog-

------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sheer size of the Themis Legal Academy had a way of making one feel incredibly small, as it was a tall, massive, imposing building with several floors. Recently they had added more courses beyond the core three of judge, defense and prosecution to bring in even more of a student body, probably in an attempt to more properly fill the classrooms. One of these new courses saw the students in dark green uniforms; for administrative jobs within the field.

Pulling that same dark green skirt down a little further, Mary took a deep breath, trying not to let the scale of the school intimidate her that much- It was easier said than done.

"New country, new school, new me," she muttered under her breath like a mantra. New country was a little bit of a stretch, though not entirely untrue. It had been several months since her family left from Sweden, and in a debatably lucky twist of events they had arrived in the middle of summer break so she had time to adjust to the country before attempting to do the same at a new school.

And thankfully the classes wouldn't start until tomorrow. Her only goal for the day was to pick up some needed documentation at the school's administration office. And maybe as a side goal start up a conversation with some of the other students around.

But, first things first; How did one get to the administrative office?

Mary plucked the pamphlet out of the bag she carried, hoping to decipher the little map printed on there as well.

"Is it two rights and a left, or two lefts and a right? … I can't even tell which floor that is supposed to be. Right, plan b. Look for someone equally as lost looking as you are, and form an alliance. Two heads are better than one.”

She put the pamphlet away, looking around to try and see if there was anyone around who fit that description. A lot of people had already started to form groups, and approaching a group was outside the level of bravery she tried to channel today.

Eventually her eyes fell on the distinctive red uniform of someone who would attend the prosecutor's course- its current wearer seemingly equally as annoyed with the fit of his clothes as her annoyance at the skirt length.

At least she had the option of wearing black pantyhose underneath, she wasn’t too sure what male students could do to adjust their uniforms more to their liking… or if they were even allowed to do so in the first place.

But, that aside, she gave herself a moment to just observe him. He pushed his sunglasses down to have a better look at the school pamphlet he was holding. It wouldn't be too far-fetched to assume that he was trying to work out the map as well so thankfully, it wasn't just her alone who was struggling with that.

Well, time to work on that 'new her' she insisted she would be at this new school. After taking another quick breath to hope it would give her more courage, she approached with a friendly attitude and smile as she said hello to them.

"Hm? Oh. Gutenmorgen.”

“I’ve been staring at that map for a couple minutes myself, but I couldn’t figure it out either. Where do you need to go?” “The administration office.”

"Oh, hey, me too. And- it would be nice if I actually introduced myself, huh? Sorry. I'm Mary. Mary Light."

"Klavier Gavin. Nice to meet you, Fraulein."

She smiled as they shook hands, quickly shaking off the momentarily awkwardness as she had literally forgotten to give him her name for a spell. He took a moment to look her over.

"Which course is green?"

"Ironically; Administration. Depending on how things turn out I can become a legal secretary, LDA, or some other administrative role in a law firm or courthouse. With that said you'd think I'd know how to figure out from a map how to get to the admin office here, but.."

"It’s less of a map and more of a maze puzzle."

"Pretty much. Want to try and find the office together? Maybe there's signs indoors or something."

"Sure, and let's hope so," he said with a grin.

Well, there were signs indoors, but they seemed to point to rooms that had long since changed their use or location, so, after several moments of seemingly going in endless circles later-

"This place is a damn maze," Mary huffed, pausing for a moment to give her feet some rest in the new and restrictive shoes that belonged to the uniform. Klavier stood by her, looking around in some attempt to figure out where to go next.

"Ja. Guess the map is accurate in that regard. Who knew it be this hard to find an administrative office?"

"Well, back to opening random doors, I guess."

Which sounds like a great plan until you come across a door that isn’t so silently agreeable as the rest of them.

The noise was incredible, but that was to be expected when the janitor's closet was so packed with cleaning supplies, buckets and brooms that it caused a chain reaction almost as soon as the door was opened. The shock of it made Mary step backwards and slip on the surprisingly slippery ground, losing her footing and knocking both herself and the prosecution student to the floor in the progress.

And all of that noise summoned the actual janitor seemingly out of nowhere- where had they even come from that quickly?

"What is going on in here?!" her voice boomed in an accusatory manner as Klavier had gotten back on his feet and offered Mary a hand to help her back up as well.

"We were-" he started, but his explanation was immediately cut short

"What were you two planning on doing?! This is a respectable school!"

Before either of them even got another chance to explain what happened or even half of a word in, both were dragged off to the principal office by the irate janitor. When facing the bored looking principal, Klavier glanced at Mary from the corners of his eyes. She had seemingly completely frozen being in the principal’s office, while he himself wasn’t necessarily a stranger to being send to similar offices on any number of false rumors and false accusations just from how he dressed and acted. Seemed like it was up to him to explain what actually happened as the janitor left, and the principal merely sighed

"I assure you we had absolutely no intentions of making such a mess. We'll clean up if needed to. All we were trying to do is find the administrative office to pick up the documents needed for our courses."

"Hm. Well. The janitor is known to.. overreact. But, she has a very particular way of storing her items, so I think letting you help clean up would only result in her getting annoyed with you getting in her way. So, just don't do it again. That said, the admin office is the last room down this hallway on your right hand side. Dismissed."

With that, Klavier gently placed his hands on his frozen fellow student's shoulder to gently turn her around and guide her to the door. The principal office door shut behind them and Klavier guided Mary down the hallway to the place where they needed to be.

It was in front of that door that he decided to try and lighten the mood and make her snap out of her frozen state.

"… Task failed successfully."

"Nevada, I broke. I went from slight nervous laughter to hysterical genuine laughter. It doesn't really come out that way when I say it, but it came so out of the blue and he said it in such a dry tone that it finally snapped me out of my frozen haze. The worker at the office couldn't understand why we couldn't even look at each other else wise we would just both start laughing again. I mean, we never did fully figure out what that janitor was thinking, but it couldn't have been anything good or wholesome. I mean, especially with the many stereotypes they have about teens, right?" Mary explained, with Nevada just laughing in reply.

"But, yeah, that's how I met Klavier. Because I decided to pretend to be braver than I am, and approach someone who’s sense of humor immediately aligned with mine.”

They chatted for a little while more before Mary decided she wanted to go back to her desk.

“Are you sure?” Nevada asked. “There’s still ten minutes of your break left.”

“I know, but I want to get a head start on some documentation sorting, or I’ll be stuck doing overtime again because I can’t let it go,” Mary said with a small smile, before excusing herself.

On her way back to her desk she started to think about another time she had told someone she had a hard time letting things go. Plus, getting an early start meant that the space around her desk was peacefully silent.

That same kind of silence was something Mary was always very fond of, even as a teenage student working in the study halls. While talking wasn't outright banned like it would be in the library, it was still overall a lot quieter in there than anywhere else on the school grounds. Still, her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Gutentag, Fraulein. Is this seat taken?"

Mary just nodded at the multitude of empty seats around her, non-verbally allowing him to join her if he wanted. If anyone was allowed to join her, it was Klavier. At least he never acted so high and mighty like a handful of students from the core courses did- he was surprisingly down to earth.

“What are you working on?” he asked with genuine interest.

“Course work. Might as well do it here where I can get some peace and quiet, and where people don’t laugh at me when I say the work is hard.”

“Who’s laughing at that?” Klavier asked, tilting his head. He didn’t doubt her claim, he just wanted more clarification. She shrugged.

“Other students… Some of the teachers- Well, one of the professors specifically. Honestly, It's annoying enough when it's from our peers but I can deal with that," Mary explained in a soft tone, both to keep her voice down and to hold back the actual hurt and insult she felt on the inside.

"Professor Means, on the other hand..."

"Ach," Klavier replied at the name, "The ends justify the means," he mimicked in a slightly mocking tone, clearly not believing the words the professor so boldly claimed.

"Yeah, well, it's not just that. It's "Miss Light, you do so well in your courses, surely you're thinking of working your way up to defense?" or "Miss Light, with all the fiery passion you possess surely you'd fare much better in the prosecution- I'm so sick of it. Nothing I accomplish is ever good enough, it always needs to be better, higher, more-"

She clenched her jaws for a moment, trying to calm down and not raise her voice too much. Klavier just looked at her, quietly, not judging her but by the look on his face not quite following her either.

"…. With all due respect, Klavier: I don't want your job. It's incredibly hard, I don't deny that.

Yes, I'm stubborn and driven, but as a prosecutor that would make me impossible to work with because nobody would be able to sway me from my convictions. And as defense; the same, but reversed. I'd be terrified of sending an innocent person to jail, or letting a guilty party go free, all because once I lock onto something, I don't let go, no matter which "side" I'm on. But this?"

She gestured to the course work in front of her.

"Sorting, organizing, dating, marking, recordkeeping- I don't have to debate any of this evidence's legitimacy. I don't have to argue the logic of the weapon's location. I don't have to get into a shouting match or crawl into a defendant's mindset to explain any of this, it just is. No theories, if, ands or buts, just the pure raw evidence sorted and marked and kept safe so that the prosecution and defense can do their job of fitting it together in the big picture. And.."

She gritted her teeth once more, this time trying to bite back the hurt that started to bubble up.

"And I hate it when students or teachers act like it’s somehow beneath me. Beneath them. This makes me feel like I'm legitimately contributing to the legal system in a place where I feel my talents fit the most, and... God, it's even in the colors," she sighed in defeat. "I mean… The judges, while mostly in black to symbolize their impartial nature still work with a lot of yellow. Prosecution? Red. Defense? Blue. The administrative course? Green. A secondary color, an afterthought and a later addition. I'm pretty much being told it's not worth anything. Neither my time nor my effort, because I could do much 'better' even if that would completely mentally destroy me, I-"

"Mary."

His voice was soft, warm- a tone she had heard many times before, but felt like she could never get tired of.

"Take it from someone who’s been there, as well; what you want is far more important than what anyone else wants you to be. You're not going to make everybody happy, and the only happiness you have a duty to care about is your own. If the administrative course is where your heart lies, then don’t let anyone tell you it isn't worth it. Or that it isn't a hard job in its own right."

She looked up at him, her quiet appreciation for his supportive words shining in her eyes.

Mary blinked rapidly when her thoughts were interrupted by a small noise, looking to see a caramel frappucino had been placed in front of her.

"Oh! Thank you." she replied in a pleasantly surprised tone. "What's that for?"

“You looked like you needed a pick me up," Klavier said with a shrug and a smile.

"Careful now, people are going to think that you're trying to bribe me for earlier access to important documents."

"Maybe I am."

She rolled her eyes in an amused way, but graciously accepted the drink none the less. It was an incredibly sweet gesture, and she was honestly kind of surprised he still remembered her favorite flavor. She thought for a moment as he was about to continue on his way. “Hey, Klavier? Good luck in your trial, today.”

“Ach, luck has little to do with it.”

“Still. I’m rooting for you.”

“Danke schön.”

“Bitte schön.”

Mary felt herself smile at his little huff of amusement at that statement, before they both continued with their day. Instinctively, her hand went up to her necklace to fidget with the heart shaped pendant it held. There were a lot of things she was unsure of, a lot of things lingering in her mind for better or for worse.

But the one thing she knew she could always count on was that Klavier would have her back. And that meant more to her than she even knew how to express.

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