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rae-writes · 7 months

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familiars

Mammon, Satan, Asmo || 0.8k wc || crack post [to make up for all the angst recently] ft. menace mc (Tannie's is my favorite bc that's literally me)

Mammon

The second born was on his way to Lucifer’s office again when he saw you plopped on the common room floor

You had tons of materials surrounding you : scissors, needles, thread, fabric, small stickers— even glitter glue!

Mammon didn’t have the time to stop and ask why, he just chalked it up to his little human just doing their weird little human things

After he was dismissed from Lucifer’s office (and after a 3 fucking hour long lecture), he made his way back to the common room, but you were gone

In your place was a yellow sticky note that read “Hey Mammon! Don’t freak out, I just went outside for a bit <3”

And that made him freak out even more

Because it was raining like all fuck out there

So he scrambles to the entrance hall and throws open the front door, ready to yell, when he just stops

You’re crouched down on the steps with an umbrella over you while his crow familiars hop around your feet

They’re all decked out in tiny rain hats, rain coats, and some of his older ones even have small rain boots

Currently, you’re putting a glittery gold lookin set on Mammon’s youngest crow and the demon’s heart swells

The crows notice him fairly quickly and begin to jump around even more, making you look back and beam

“Hi Mamoney! Alright little fella, you’re all good to go now! Go say hi to Mammon!”

He could cry. Literally sob at how fucking cute this is

“Aw, guys! Look at ya!” He pets them over their hats, grinnin’ ear to ear, “Mc. You didn’t tell me you wanted to parent the kids with me.”

You laughed, making him grin even more. “You mentioned them getting cold when they got rained on so I figured I’d help out! Don’t they just look so cute?!”

Mammon’s eyes were practically heart shaped, “y-yeah…”

(he absolutely gets you and him a rain set so you can all go out in them like a big family)

(and yes his brothers made fun of him for it and no he didn’t care— especially not when you slapped them with your wet rain hat)

Satan

You and Satan were out on a simple walk. A relaxing, uneventful walk

That is until you get approached by a fucking unicorn

You don’t know what the hell to do or say- you just kinda stand there staring for a minute while Satan pets his uh…friend. He chuckles at your response, raising an eyebrow when you hold a single finger up

“Someone either slipped me some severe drugs or you’re just a stone cold traitor who did not tell me he was bffs with this gorgeous creature. Both of which I will take offense to.”

“I deeply apologize for my transgressions, my love.”

You glanced at the unicorn with a look of ‘can you fucking believe this guy’ before raising a hand, “May I?”

You received a neigh, to which you leaned in closer and stroked up its nose, where you then received a delighted huff

“I would die for you.”

Satan snorted, shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter. His laughter only got louder when his familiar looked at him with the equivalent expression of ‘how dare you keep this human from me’

“Yes, yes, I should’ve introduced you two sooner. Are we done pouting now?”

You and the unicorn looked at eachother. Then at Satan. Then back to each other. “No.”

He smiled, still amused, “then how about a ride through town? I’ll walk beside you.”

“Like the peasant you are. Alright- onward, Uni! Let’s go kick a guy in the gut.”

...perhaps Satan had been leaving you alone with Belphie for too long

Asmo

For once (though not for long), the House of Lamentation was peacefully quiet

Most of them were doing their own thing in the common room, existing without a hitch beside each other— a perfect day, in Lucifer’s opinion

“EEEEKKK!”

The sound was extremely high pitched and cracked, but it was written off as ‘just Mammon doing something stupid again’

Yeah…until he walked through the door asking what the hell that noise was. Then they all did a headcount- you were the only one not present

Asmo turned into the world’s biggest track star in that moment and made his way to you first, finding you floating in mid air at the entrance hall

And on the floor was a sleek black scorpion just…sitting there

“Hon…don’t tell me you’re scared of my gorgeous little baby?!”

You stared at him like he was fucking nuts— which you thought so in that moment. “I’m sorry, I was a bit too focused on the stINGER!”

“He doesn’t sting anyone unless I tell him too, Hon, no worries!”

…’no worries’ he says, as if the creepy thing wasn’t among the most dangerous animals to humans. And a human, you were

In fairness, the scorpion was not so horrible looking. It’s tail faded into a hot pink like Azzy’s horns and it’s feet(?) we’re tipped with gold. And it had a faint sparkly coat. Of course.

“Okay…I can deal with this…I guess he is..kind of..pretty..?”

“Indeed he is! I shine him myself! You wanna hold him?”

“No, that’s alrig— STOP BRINGING IT CLOSER!”

#obey me x reader #om x reader #mammon x reader #om mammon #satan x reader #om satan #asmo x reader #om asmodeus

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raya-hunter01 · 5 months

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Let It Snow

One Shot

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Mila)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff,

Summary: It's Christmas Eve and Main Event Jey Uso is upset that the trip that he planned for his girlfriend Mila is not off to a good start. Frustrated, Jey goes live on his Instagram complaining about the snow. Now going through a snow storm the couple decide to make the best of it..

Let it snow!

“Yo’…… What is this shit? All mountains…… Yo, this that stuff ya’ll don’t see though,” Jey sighed full of frustration as we were going through a snowstorm warning. “Come on babe, we’re almost there,” I sighed as he ended his IG story.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m just frustrated nothin’ is goin’ right. Our first rental broke down, and I almost missed the show tonight. Now with this rental, they let damn third and second-row seats down to inspect them and now they stuck, looks like we drivin’ a bed,” Jey said as I looked in the backseat.

He had a point, but if he knew what I wanted to do on those seats, I don’t think he would mind.

“Babe, it’s fine at least they were able to get us this SUV at the last minute and they cut the price down,” I said trying to see the good in the situation.

“We could have been stranded in that town until after Christmas, but the rental place came through at least on that part,” I said trying to point out what we should be thankful for.

“Yeah, they did so I’ll give them that, but the hits just keep coming. How does a snowstorm warning come as the snow is falling? We stuck drivin’ like old people make love, slow as snails,” he ranted as I bit back a smirk at his analogy.

“Look just breathe, It’s ok baby. Everything is working out, it’s just takin’ us a little longer than planned to get to the cabin,” I said as he kissed my hand.

“I know I’m trippin’ and I’m sorry. I just wanted something better than this for our first Christmas trip together Mila. It’s been a disaster, nothin’ has gon’ right at all,” Jey said glancing at me as I played with his hair.

“Jey, you can’t help what happened with the rental and you can’t control the weather. I’m just happy we’re here together," I said as he sighed, rubbing his hand over his beard.

“You right, but I still should have just requested the house show off today. We could have been warm in the cabin, and watching the snow fall instead of driving in it,” he said caressing my leg.

“Uh no, you shouldn’t have, the fans loved you tonight. Many people got those tickets as Christmas gifts and you guys made so many little kids dreams come true tonight. Never take that for granted because in an instant it can be gone,” I said as he smiled at me.

“I just love you da hell outta you, you know dat right," he said glancing at me as I blushed.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I leaned over slowly caressing his chin, gently kissing him on the neck as he groaned in pleasure.

“See you startin’ shit, don’t make me throw yo’ ass in the backseat and have my way wit you,” his deep voice warned as I smirked against his neck before returning to my seat looking innocently at him.

“Then you lookin’ at me like that. I’m serious Mila, you gon’ bring in Christmas full of dick and carpet burns on yo’ ass, keep playin’ he said as I laughed.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, you gon’ have to stand on business you keep talkin’ like that now. I just wanted to tell you, that I love you too,” I said turning up the radio as he smirked keeping his eyes focused on the highway.

Jey’s POV

“Everyone here at the quiet storm would like to thank you all for tuning in on this cold, snowy Christmas Eve. Tis the season to be with the ones you love. So, fellas grab ya ladies and make some beautiful memories,” the DJ said as Let It Snow by Boyz II Men and Brian McKnight began playing. “A’ight ya’ll set the mood,” I said as the slow ballad filled the car.

Let it snow

Let it snow, let it snow

“I know right, it doesn’t even feel like Christmas until I hear this. It’s one of my favorite Christmas songs,” Mila said leaning back in her seat, humming as I smiled at her.

Having an Idea, I looked at my road markers and turned off the highway. “What are you doing?” Mila asked as I backed off the road a little in between two trees turning on the brights making the deserted road covered with beautiful white snow glow.

“You’ll see baby,” I whispered turning up the music before I got out and went around to her side of the car, opening her door.

“Jey, it’s cold as hell and we already ain’t dressed for this type of weather. You got on a hoodie, and I got on this dress,” she stressed as I laughed grabbing her blanket off her lap and helping her out of the car.

Hey, it's another Christmas Holiday

It's a joyous thing let the angels sing.

Cause we're together.

“You heard the DJ, he told me to grab yo’ fine ass and make some memories,” I said leading her to the front of our rental as she smiled shyly at me.

“You are just full of surprises,” she whispered as I twirled her around, wrapping her blanket around us as we swayed to the music. “Gotta keep you on your toes,” I said as she laughed.

“Nah, what you doin' is makin’ me fall even harder for you Mr. Fatu,” Mila whispered running her fingers through my hair. I felt my heart swell as her beautiful eyes held me captive.

“That means I’m on the right track Vaivai,” I whispered as she blushed at my use of my native tongue.

We got a thing here, can't let it slip away

Though outside is rain and sleet

When our bodies meet...

I don't care 'bout the weather

“So, you think I’m beautiful?” Mila asked as the light shone on her beautiful face making her even more stunning than she already was.

The snow seemed to be falling harder and I knew we should get back on the road, but I didn’t care I was in the moment with her and that was all that mattered.

“You my beautiful angel,” I confessed, pulling her closer as she laid her head on against my chest, slowly grazing her fingertips across my chest making my heart race.

Let it snow, let it snow

Outside it's cold but the fire's blazin'

So baby let it snow

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Feeling her shiver against me I wrapped her blanket tighter around us as she looked up at me smiling brightly.

“I would have never dreamed we would be out here dancin’ in the snow, I know you hate it,” Mila said as I gently kissed her.

“It seems to be growin’ on me…Especially since you here wit me,” I said, her hands caressing my face as I fell deeper into the beautiful pool of her brown eyes as she shyly nibbled on her bottom lip.

Mila's POV

Talk about a core memory…. Jey’s strong arms around my waist holding me close as we danced in the snow. I felt safe and loved, something he always promised me I would feel if I just gave him a chance.

I wanna wrap you up, baby

Then you'll see you're the only present I need

There's so much more

Waiting for you in store

“You just keep biting dat lip, you know what that does to me, Mila,” Jey moaned gently caressing my lower lip with his thumb, his words making my pussy quiver.

“Stand on business then ma ave au,” I whispered kissing his thumb, slowly opening my plump lips, swirling my tongue around it as he growled lowly.

From this precious day

I can gladly say

There's no place that I'd rather be

“Mmm, you want me to stand on business and take you? That what you want baby?" Jey asked as I released his thumb. "Yes," I panted breathlessly as he used his thumb to once more caress my lips before finally taking me in a slow sensual kiss.

My knees became weaker by the second as we explored each other’s mouths, desperate to get closer. Three weeks had been too long for us both.

“I been dreamin’ bout you and what I’d do when I saw you again. You ready for me baby?” Jey asked, tortuously moving his kisses to my shoulder, playing with the straps on my dress.

And oh, you are my everything, come a little closer

God must have sent you down from heaven

Let it snow, let it snow

My hands trembling as I gripped his shirt. “Mmm, Yes, I want you so bad,” I moaned into the blistery night air unafraid to say what I wanted and needed.

Jey growled suddenly grasping my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist, carrying me back to our SUV as I nibbled on his neck.

I don't care 'bout the weather baby

All I need you to do is be with me, baby

Let it snow

As long as you're here with me

Let it snow

“Once again Merry Christmas from the crew here at the Quiet Storm goodnight, everybody,” I heard the DJ faintly say as I feasted on Jey’s neck, his moans urging me to have my way.

Carrying me around to the back of the SUV, Jey opened the liftgate and gently laid me down as I slid back towards the front, avoiding our luggage.

“Shit, the lights. We don’t need anybody stopping thinkin’ we need some help. We ain’t got much time, and you betta be naked when I get back Mila,” his deep sexy voice commanded as he ran back around to the driver’s side.

I quickly discarded my clothes laying on my blanket and using my dress as a pillow.

I felt a blast of heat above me, feeling thankful he turned the heat up. Planting my feet and opening my legs I closed my eyes in anticipation.

Hearing the liftgate close, my breath hitched and my heart began to race as I felt Jey’s hand caressed my legs.

“Fuck, you look so gorgeous like this, waiting for me to take you,” Jey moaned as I trembled feeling him between my thighs lightly running his fingertips across my hips.

“Baby please,” I begged not ashamed in the slightest as his lips lightly brushed across mine.

“Look at me Mila, I want you to watch me… Watch me pleasin’ you baby,” Jey moaned grasping my chin, making me look at him as I trembled against him.

“Jey don’t tease me,” I whimpered against his lips as I felt him smirk. “I wouldn’t dream of it beautiful,” he whispered slowly inching into my welcoming fountain.

“Mmm, Fuck!” I exclaimed as each thrust was better than the last as I felt him growing more and more inside me.

“Yea, you love feelin’ dat dick rock up in dat pussy, don’t you baby?” Jey asked biting back a moan, clawing his back.

“Yes, baby, fuck yes,” I moaned, my back arched in ecstasy exposing my ever-sensitive neck. Growling in appreciation Jey began sucking greedily on my neck as my pleasure continued to climb higher with each powerful thrust.

“That's it, that's what I wanted...Just like dat Mila, you beautiful baby,” he praised as I shivered, his teeth lightly grazing my neck.

I began to move against him as he hissed, stilling my hips.

“Not yet, I don’t want you to cum yet,” he declared sitting back on his knees, one hand grasping my hips, sinking slowly and deeply inside me setting a steady pace as the other lightly grasped my neck.

“Baby…babybabybabyjey. Mmm, you so deep,” I purred as he took me how he wanted.

“Mmhmm and you takin’ it all Mila. Fuck! You such a good girl, I love dat shit,” Jey praised me as my eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“I love it too,” I proclaimed, sitting up wrapping my arms around his neck, and bouncing to meet his thrusts. Claiming his lips in a powerful kiss, our tongues met again with urgency.

"Fuck, Mmhm! Bounce on dat dick and show me how much you missed it", Jey whispered, intertwining our hands givin' me leverage as I bounced with wild abandon, on a mission for us both.

"Mmm, you like that baby," I groaned flicking my tongue against his lips as a low growl escaped them.

“Yes! Fuck yes,” Jey moaned, releasing my hands, lowering me down, and spreading my legs wider. His thrusts never faltered as a strangled moan fell from his lips as he snapped his hips forward, going deeper inside me.

"Jey! Shit!" I gasped, drowning in pleasure as he pleased me. His intense gaze holding me captive.

“Uh huh, I ain’t forgot bout that spot baby, fuck dat pussy getting’ even wetter for me. You close ain’t you?” Jey moaned as our hips pounded against each other.

Yes! I'm so close," I cried, my eyes glazed over in pleasure as I finally gave in and allowed them to close. Biting my bottom lip, I shyly put my hands over my face.

“Look at me, Mila stop hiding from me. If you don’t, I’ll stop,” Jey declared as I forced my eyes open." Jey, please,” I moaned as he began rubbing his thumb and forefinger against my clit sending shockwaves through my body.

“I got you, baby, I promise,” Jey moaned as I began moving against him again as he groaned. “Mmm, I know baby,” I moaned as his fingers swirled around my clit again before he traced my lips with the same two fingers.

“Open up for Daddy baby,” he whispered, slowly slipping his fingers inside my mouth. Groaning, I greedily began sucking on his fingers as he smirked at me.

“You taste good, don’t you? Let Daddy see,” He whispered, with a carnal gaze rendering me speechless as he pulled out abruptly.

Whimpering at the loss of him, Jey threw my legs back, and greedily began sucking my clit between his lips as I squirmed beneath him. “Oh my God Jey!” I cried gripping his hands on my legs as he controlled my body.

“Yea, It’s me, baby, It's been too long since I've tasted you," he moaned curling his two fingers against my g-spot.

“Yes, it has! Eat your pussy, baby,” I praised as he devoured me whole as I used as I began moving against his mouth with a purpose.

“Mmmhm, you taste so good, I been waitin’ on this,” he proclaimed curling his fingers even faster as he flattened his tongue lapping it against my clit his gaze never leaving mine.

“Oh, fuck! Yes, get nasty with that shit, lick it all up baby,” I purred as Jey growled, simultaneously moving his fingers and tongue together even faster in sync.

My body whimpering in need, steadily climbing heights I didn’t even know existed until I had nowhere else to go.

“God, I love you!” I cried reaching my peak, spilling into his awaiting mouth as he drank my essence humming in satisfaction.

“Mmm, I love you too baby,” he moaned caressing my thigh as I fought to catch my breath.

“That was amazing ba- Shit!” I exclaimed as he entered me swiftly towering over me, his lips overpowering mine we tasted each other.

“Yes, it was but I ain’t done wit you yet,” Jey moaned thrusting long and deep inside me as felt my body begin to tingle all over again.

“I want you to cum when I tell you to. Do you hear me?” Jey grunted nibbling on one of my nipples while caressing the other before giving the other the same equal attention as I continued to melt into him.

I knew Jey felt I was close, as he began thrusting harder. "Jeyjeyjeyjey….…. Oh, baby!” I gasped almost chanting, pushing at his lower abdomen. Each thrust was more powerful than the last as he went deeper, rendering me unable to think.

“Move yo’ hand, why you tryin’ to run,” Jey groaned biting his lower lip never stopping his thrusts as I felt myself about to tip over the edge of ecstasy again.

“Stop runnin’ Mila, all this is just for you… Don't be scared, get your nut,” Jey moaned moving my hands as he went deeper.

“Mmm, fuck, I can take it. I can take it all ” I moaned as Jey leaned down, grasping my throat, taking me in a possessive kiss as he continued to take me deeper and deeper.

“I know you can take it all baby. You look so gorgeous takin’ it too,” he groaned against my lips as I writhed beneath him, both of us chasing climax.

“Mmm, right there. I'm bout to cum,” I moaned as he trembled against me as my pussy pulsed, engulfing him tighter.

“Shit! Me too, cum wit me beautiful,” Jey moaned as I fell apart in his arms “I’m cummin’!" I exclaimed as we went over the cliff together slowly falling back to earth as he collapsed in my arms, his head laying on my chest as I played with in his hair.

Totally spent and trying to catch my breath, I looked up at the clock on the radio, damn 12:30 a.m.

“Merry Christmas,” I whispered as Jey gently kissed me. “Merry Christmas baby,” he whispered, sighing against my lips as his phone rang and interrupted our moment.

“Damn it’s Jimmy,” Jey said reaching up front, getting his phone as I started putting my clothes back on.

“What’s up, Uce,” he said putting Jimmy on speaker phone, pulling up his sweats and putting his hoodie back on.

“Aye, where the hell ya’ll at? We just got to our cabin and I didn’t see ya’ll's SUV next door. Ya’ll left before we did, is everything good Jimmy asked as Jey sighed.

“Yea, we good, Uce,” Jey said as he stared at me licking his lips as I blushed, not believing what we had just done.

“I checked your location and you been in the same spot for awhile. Ya’ll didn’t break down, did you?” Jimmy asked as I shook my head.

“Nah, we bout to get back on the road, Uce, we just stopped for awhile the snow was getting to me,” Jey said as I raised a brow at him. “Damn liar,” I whispered as he smirked.

“Uh huh, more like seeing Mila again was getting’ to yo’ ass,” Jimmy snickered as I climbed back into my seat as Jey opened the liftgate and went back around to the driver’s side to get in.

“Bro, chill we on the way, and the snow ain’t too bad now so it shouldn’t take us long,” Jey said starting the SUV as I bundled back up under my blanket.

“A’ight well text me when ya’ll get here, maybe we can all do breakfast a little later on today,” Jimmy said as they exchanged their goodbyes.

“Well let’s gon’ knock this last hour out,” I said as Jey smiled at me.

Yea, let’s do that cause when we get to the cabin….Oouu you in for a long ass week. I doubt we gon’ be goin next door to have breakfast with Jimmy and Trin later on today.. Maybe tomorrow but definitely not today,” he said as I laughed.

“Well I’ll hold you to that,” I said as he kissed my hand. We had another hour to ride in this snow but one thing was for sure…

This Christmas was definitely shaping up to be one to remember.

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lustaffairs · 4 months

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Smut request with this gif? And dark vibes?

🙏

File room boss

>1k, dark(ish?)!Steve Murphy x boss f!reader

A/N: ty @milla-frenchy. Steve bc the first line of your javi fic the brat instantly made me want to take steve here 😫

WARNINGS: I8+, mildly? dubcon, piv, orgasm denial, creampie.

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Murphy had been acting erratic, and you thought he might have been on drugs. You weren't sure if it was the carnage, the divorce, or both. You asked him to see the DEA counselor, but he never went. One morning you got back from a work trip, and he was even more of a mess. He hadn’t shaved since the last time you saw him. His tie was already loosened. His eyes had darker circles. He looked hot, but you were worried about him. You called him into your office and asked him to give you his service weapon. He rolled his eyes, took it out of the back of his pants, and set it on your desk. Then, he braced his hands on the desk like he might push it across the room. He looked at you darkly.

His eyes were glassy. He asked, “That all? Or ya want this too?” His hand went toward his crotch and your heart skipped a beat, but he was only reaching to unclip his badge.

“Keep it,” you told him. “But I’m putting you on file duty until you get your shit together.”

“Oh come on,” Murphy complained. “You wanna catch this guy or not?”

You glared at him for questioning you. Then you said, “Follow me.” You led him into the file room and he sat on a filing cabinet as you showed him the shelves he should go through. You looked back to see if he was paying attention and he was staring at your ass in your skirt.

“Murphy,” you scolded. “Are you there?”

His eyes shamelessly panned over your body. “Yeah, I’m here,” he answered in a trance, then his eyes met yours. “Just need a second.”

“For what?” you asked. He got off the filing cabinet and brazenly adjusted himself before going to close the blinds. He returned with a darker look in his eyes.

“Sit down,” he put his hands on his hips and nodded to the filing cabinet where he had been sitting.

“You’re on thin ice, Murphy.”

“Just sit,” he repeated in a lower, more ominous tone. He wet his lips and watched as you took your seat. The metal cabinet was cool on the backs of your thighs. Complying was the last thing you should have done, but his display of dominance was turning you on.

He loomed over you, crossing his arms. “Know what I think?” He waited for you to say something.

You rolled your eyes. “What, Murphy?”

“I think you're into bad guys.”

Your face heated up at the accusation. He stepped all the way toward you, and his pants grazed your leg. The cabinet was hip height and just wide enough for him to brace his hands on either side of you. Not to be intimidated, you tried not to pull away. You couldn't do anything about the throbbing between your legs, but you didn't have to show it.

“How many ya thought about fuckin’ a Narco?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoffed.

"The Lion's a good-lookin' fella," he mused.

"No way."

He nodded. “I see those 'fuck me' eyes,” he taunted. “I see’em." He froze at the bottom of his nod and locked eyes with you. “But never when I’m on my best behavior.”

“Which is when?” you retorted.

He smiled with a barely audible chuckle, then walked his hands further as he leaned in. His face was a few inches from yours, and he smelled like cigarettes and whisky. Your heart fluttered and you were gushing wet.

“Now's your chance, boss,” he murmured. He brought his lips almost to yours, then barely grazed them. The spark between you was too much. You kissed him.

Right away, his tongue slid between your lips, he cradled your head, and used his knees to nudge your legs open. The force of his kiss and his body brought you down flat beneath him.

After you were laid down on the surface, he groped your breast and you moaned softly into his mouth. Your hips lifted on their own, seeking contact..He broke the kiss to mutter, “Good girl.” Then, with one hand, he unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and began to tug them down. The bulge in his boxer briefs made your breath hitch.

He stood up to further tug his pants down, then he pulled you by your thighs to the very edge of the cabinet. He threw his loosened tie over his shoulder then hiked up your skirt all the way. You watched his massive hands as he ripped open your pantyhose for access and the cool air hit your dripping cunt.

He looked at your cunt and wet his lips. You wanted him too bad to stop it.

“This doesn't change anything,” you told him.

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head with a contemplative pout. “We’ll see.”

He pulled his underwear down under his balls and you heard yourself whisper, “Jesus,” at the sight of his thick, stiff cock and his big balls.

He nodded and spat on his dick. Then he wet his lips as he ran his swollen tip through your dripping folds and said, “you're gonna gimme my gun back, aren't ya?” You bit your lip and didn't answer, scolding yourself for being so susceptible to this version of him.

He nodded, and when you didn't answer, he began to pull away. Fuck. You could always get him transferred.

You nodded in agreement.

“Good girl,” he whispered, then notched himself at your entrance and shoved inside. You failed to stifle your moan at the stretch, and he quickly covered your mouth with his. He backed up and slid into you again. His lips broke away, then he started slamming into you, pounding you with his big dick. The files in the cabinet were jostling around, then the file cabinet itself started moving and it was all making too much noise. “Fuck,” he breathed and slowed down. You writhed under him, desperate to come. "Door's unlocked, by the way."

"Why??" You whisper yelled, and he didn't answer. He was so reckless, like he had nothing to lose.

“Can't let ya come,” he panted, “you're too damn loud." Fine, you weren't going to beg. This would give you enough to think about and get off for weeks to come. He kissed you and slowly thrust into you for a minute, grunting and sighing quietly.

Then his deep voice broke the silence. “Where ya want it? Inside or on your blouse?”

“Fuck, Murphy,” you whined. “Not on my shirt.”

After a few more thrusts, he bottomed out and pulsed inside you. “Mmm,” you managed to be quiet but not silent. You were so close, but didn't get there. He pulled out right after he finished. Then he put himself together and left the file room alone without a word. Murphy was waiting for you in your office when you got there.

“My firearm?” he asked.

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Ty for reading 💕

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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Can I request reader being attacked/mugged by back alley robbers (or something like that, I'll leave that up to you) and Ozzy rescuing/comforting her? I need a protective man 😖 (Also, I check your blog to see what you've written everyday, I love it so much, thanks for being you)

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Farrell!Penguin x GN!Reader, word count: 500 i am literally going to lose my mind YOU ARE SO SWEET and this made my DAY 🥺💜 can't even express how warm my heart is so honestly for you, dedicated and protective daddy oz being sweet and soft and tough ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: threats, violence, a knife but no harm, a gun but it's the bad guys who get shot, and then fluff like you wouldn't fuckin believe

In retrospect, taking a shortcut down an alley in Gotham should have struck you as a terrible idea. But you were foolish, foolhardy, convinced you’d lived here long enough that you smelled like Gotham, the kind of person you couldn’t mess with. An unfortunate miscalculation, as you had heard the same two sets of footsteps following you since before you decided to cut through the back alley. And they got faster until they had caught up with you, one of them holding you against the wall while the other raked through your pockets.

“That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?”

The one holding you pulled out a knife, the blade glinting in the dim light.

“Tell us now if there’s anything better you got.”

With the tip of the blade so close to your skin, you could feel hot tears stain your cold, red cheeks. One of them, you were unsure which one, was laughing.

“Oh wait! Back pockets, duh.”

You were pushed to the ground, hands and knees on the cold, wet, gravel.

“Hey, fellas, you conducting any legitimate business out here?”

“Who’s asking?”

One shot rang out in the air and the hands pulling at your pockets let go. As they stepped back slowly, another two rang out, squelching sounds close to your ears as you realised they had both been shot, superficially enough that they were able to start stumbling down the alley and away from the danger that had presented itself at the perfect moment. But you stayed cowering on the ground, rain soaking you through, afraid that there would be another shot for you next. As the footsteps approach you, one hard and one soft, slightly shuffling, you shiver in fear and from the freezing cold of the harsh Gotham air.

But you’re slightly calmed by the presence of a jacket around your shoulders, and as you gaze up you meet the face of your saviour. Familiar, slowly recognising him from articles in the newspapers.

“Oswald Cobblepot, you need a hand?” He reached his out, large and welcoming, rings catching the light. You reached up and took it, as he gently helped you onto your feet, hands on your shoulders, checking you over.

“You’re soaked, but you look ok. They didn’t hurt you, nah?”

“I don’t…no…”

“Hey, it’s ok, don’t worry about it, kid. Look, you’re soaked, and would you believe I left my umbrella inside?” He laughed, but you didn’t join him. You were still in shock, confused, freezing cold despite the warmth of the jacket around your shoulders.

“You wanna come inside for a drink? Good lookin’ thing like you can’t be out here alone.”

Hesitating, you looked around you nervously, but desperate to say yes to the offer. Anything to get out of the cold.

“I promise, no funny business. I just wanna make sure you’re ok, alright, sweetheart?”

Taken in by his smile, the effortless charm, you linked your arm around the one he held out for you and followed him into the back entrance of his club.

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writeforfandoms · 2 years

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Shatter Me 6

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Finally, a bit of a breakthrough on Nevarro. At least this time you don’t get dragged into the trouble.

Warnings: self-esteem issues, past abuse alluded to, swearing, anxiety, general fic warnings.

Word count: 2.2k

The landing was better than both the frozen hellhole and Trask, so you decided to count that as a plus. The Mandalorian took the child from you and headed down into the hold. The rear ramp lowered with a whine and stopped half-way, letting bright sunlight into the hold.

Another thing to fix. You swallowed hard as you slowly followed the Mandalorian. Maybe you wouldn’t even get a chance to fix it.

The Mandalorian walked to the end of the ramp, crouched, and hopped off. You hesitated a few moments longer, taking in the scene. The town was straight ahead of you, a large arch framing the entrance. And two people stood waiting for the Mandalorian.

The first was a man, dark-skinned but with an easy smile, and nice clothing. If you were a betting person (which you weren’t), you’d say that was the guild rep that Mandalorian had spoken of before.

The other was a woman, dark hair whipping around just a bit in the wind, clothed simply with plastoid armor over her chest, shoulders, and forearms. She looked relaxed, at ease. But she was armed.

Then again, you were the only person present who wasn’t.

“And who do you have with you?” The question from the dark-skinned man made you duck your head, and you took a moment to carefully hop off the ramp, landing more or less gracefully on your feet.

The Mandalorian gave your name, glancing back at you. “These are Greef Karga, and Cara Dune.”

You nodded to each of them, keeping a step or so behind the Mandalorian. Just in case.

“Your ship’s in pretty rough shape,” Karga said. “Looks like it needs some repairs.”

“I’ve already got a mechanic.”

You blinked, lips parting in surprise. He…? He still wanted you to? You ducked your head as two gazes turned to you, appraising.

“Well, give her a break, Mando!” Karga said with an easy smile. “I’ll have my guys start, and she can finish up after we’ve given her the tour and talked business.” He turned to two mechanics off to the side. “Hey! Fellas! Come get started on repairs over here. I want this ship good as new!”

The two agreed and started over towards the Crest. One of them sent a shiver of something down your spine. The way he looked at the Mandalorian, and the Crest… Something felt wrong there. But you ignored the feeling. It wasn’t your place, and Karga clearly trusted them.

You turned back into the conversation in time to see Karga take the child, talking to him. Cara chuckled softly and walked with the Mandalorian into town. You fell into step behind them.

“Looks like you two have been busy,” the Mandalorian said as the group of you walked down the main thoroughfare. It was bustling with people of all species, vendors lining the street. You could see spices, fruits, cloth. The array was honestly much more than you had expected, and much more colorful than you had imagined. The scent of something roasting wafted along to you, and you lifted your head to look around further. Colorful awnings cast shadows along the street.

You smiled. This was nothing like you had imagined. It was small enough to feel more comfortable, but busy enough that had you not been with the shiniest man in the galaxy, the marshal, and the bounty hunter guild rep, you’d have been anonymous. It felt safe.

Although, again, that could also just be the current company.

“I myself have been steeped in clerical work. Marshal Dune here is to be thanked for cleaning up the town,” Karga told the Mandalorian as he led the way down the street.

“Your ship’s not lookin’ too good,” Cara said with a smirk tossed at the Mandalorian. You knew it wasn’t aimed at you, but something hot and unpleasant still settled in your gut.

“Had a run-in with the New Republic,” the Mandalorian said, as if it were that easy.

“They should leave the Outer Rim alone,” Karga grumbled. “If the Empire couldn’t settle it, what makes them think they can?” He stopped in front of a door and started to punch in a code. “Here we are.”

“I’m surprised to see this place still standing,” the Mandalorian said. Clearly, something had happened here that you weren’t privy to. You weren’t sure if you actually wanted to know or not.

“Wait til you see inside,” Cara teased, turning and spreading her arms out in welcome as she stepped backwards through the doorway.

The Mandalorian looked back at you, as if to make sure you were still there, and then took the steps up and into the building. You followed, though you stayed just outside the door.

It was a school. A group of children sat at desks, a protocol droid in the front of the room teaching them. Trade routes, if you’d heard correctly. Probably not fascinating stuff to kids, but good to know.

“We’ll leave the little one here so we can talk business,” Karga said, taking two steps into the room.

“Wait. Wherever I go, he goes.” The Mandalorian stepped after him.

“Mando, please. Where we’re going, you don’t wanna take a child. Trust me.” Karga turned away and gently set the child in an open seat. The children, of course, all started muttering and whispering, distractible little things. Your lips twitched in a smile at the scene, even as Karga, Cara, and the Mandalorian left the school. You allowed yourself one last look, to assure yourself that the child was safe, before you turned to follow them.

The group of you continued further down the street, until Karga turned into an open doorway. You were the last to enter, but you saw the Mythrol react to the sight of the Mandalorian. He was clearly terrified, and you were left once again wondering at the history there.

“I believe you two have met,” Karga said, mild as anything.

“I’m surprised to see you here,” the Mandalorian said, giving the Mythrol a once-over.

“Right back at ya.”

“Mythrol here’s taken care of my books since he was a pollywog,” Karga informed the Mandalorian. “But then he disappeared one day after a bit of ‘creative accounting’.”

“Magistrate Karga was generous enough to let me work off my debt,” Mythrol said, gaze firmly fixed on the Mandalorian. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Three hundred and fifty years, but who’s counting?” The quirk of Karga’s smile was hard and shrewd. He might act jolly around the Mandalorian, but there was no doubt this was a hardened man, well used to making deals and dealing his own business.

“Well, if he runs off on you again, let me know.” The Mandalorian’s voice dropped, just a little. A vague threat.

“Let me assure you, I do not want to spend any more time in carbonite,” Mythrol was quick to say. “Still can’t see outta my left eye.”

“Can we talk business?” Cara interrupted, walking around behind the two men.

“I’m only here for repairs,” the Mandalorian murmured.

“Which’ll take a while,” Karga said, glancing over at you. “Which means you’ll have free time on your hands, right?” He paused there, glancing at Cara before he admitted, “And we could really use your help.”

“Help how?”

You knew that he would agree. You couldn’t say how exactly you knew. The way he asked, maybe, or the set of his shoulders. Or even just thinking back to how easily Peli had bullied him around. But you knew that he would agree.

And anything those two needed his help with? Was well above your ability set and pay grade.

“I’m heading back to the ship,” you told the Mandalorian. “I need to get back to work.”

“Here.” He turned around to face you, digging in a pouch for a moment before he held out something to you. Curious and cautious, you held out your hand, surprised when he dropped some credits into your palm. “Get something to eat.”

“But–”

“I’ll know if you don’t.”

You debated arguing with him. For about half of a second. Then your shoulders slumped in defeat, and you nodded once. You turned and left them to their planning. You could just hear Cara talking behind you, the faint hum of a holoprojector as she started talking about Nevarro.

And then you were back on your own, in the street. Credits in hand. Empty stomach burbling at you, since the Mandalorian had reminded you that you also required fuel.

With a sigh, you stopped to get some of the roasted vegetables that had so tantalized you earlier, and a couple fruits. Then you trekked back to the ship.

In the harsh sunlight of Nevarro, the damage was extensive. You could see the repairs you and the Mon Calamari dock worker had made, could see the wires he’d used to help hold things together. It was primitive, and far from your best work.

But you wouldn’t let it stand, not now that you had better materials at hand.

“What’s next on your list?” you asked the human mechanic, absently tossing one fruit between your hands.

“Gotta replace all these pieces of junk,” the man grumbled, knocking on a replacement piece.

“I’ll start taking them off.” You didn’t wait for a reply, just went inside to get your tool belt and put the fruits away for later. Admittedly, the repairs went a lot faster with three people.

The other two called back that they were taking a break. You waved them off, in the middle of welding an interior panel shut again. You thought you had plenty of time to finish up the rest of the repairs. The ship was in much better shape, at least.

Quick footsteps came up the ramp, and you whirled. The Mandalorian had the child tucked in his arm, already punching the button to close to rear ramp.

“Get up to the cockpit,” he said, crossing the hold.

“Repairs aren’t finished,” you protested, eyes wide.

“Now.” He climbed up quickly, and you scrambled after him. He was already in the pilot’s chair, flipping switches and getting the ship ready to go. The child was in one seat, and you took the other.

The Crest took off, much more smoothly this time, and Mando guided the ship up and up and up. You were scared to ask, simply holding on.

“Are those TIE fighters?” you asked in a breathless whisper, eyes going wide at the sight of the three ships below you.

Mando didn’t answer, just blowing one out of the sky. “Hang on, both of you.”

The child cooed happily, munching on a blue cookie. You gripped the straps even tighter. The child giggled in excitement as the Crest raced after one of the fighters, ascending hot on its tail. The beeping from the weapons system grew closer together, and Mando pulled the trigger. One wing of the TIE fighter exploded, sending fiery wreckage out into air around you.

You breathed a sigh of relief.

And then the ship flipped over, going into freefall again. Your heart leapt into your throat and you might possibly have whimpered. Fortunately, the child’s excitement was louder than your fear, even as the ship barrel rolled down towards the last fighter. Green flashes passed your view as the fighter continually missed the Crest, Mando holding steady on the controls. That ship, too, went up in flames, and Mando corrected the Crest to fly steady again. You slumped in your seat.

“Not too bad, huh, kid?” Mando asked, turning to look. He sounded a little warmer than normal, more excited, probably still on a bit of an adrenaline high.

The child threw up some blue goo from the cookies he had yet to let go of.

“Oh, boy.” Mando reached back with the hem of his cape to clean off the child. The comm beeped, and he accepted.

“That was some pretty impressive flying, Mando! What do I owe ya?” Karga asked.

“With the repairs, let’s call it even.”

Karga chuckled. “Can I at least buy you a drink?”

“Sorry,” Mando started to say.

“Yes,” you interrupted.

There was silence for a moment before Mando turned to look at you. His helmet tipped just slightly to one side.

Your voice cracked when you continued, “You need to set her down and give me an hour. You cannot jump to hyper right now, not until I clean up one more thing. That’s all. I swear.”

Mando sighed. “Okay,” he agreed. “Guess I’m taking you up on it, Karga.” He flipped off the comm, shoulders relaxed as he piloted the Crest back down to where it had been parked before. But he didn’t leave immediately, instead turning his chair to look at you. “One hour.”

“One hour,” you repeated. “I swear. That’s all I need.”

Mando nodded once and stood, picking up the child. “I’ll be back.”

You closed your eyes after he left. You needed five minutes to calm down before you trusted your hands to be steady enough to work.

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janort · 10 months

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Hello! I’ve had these three fellas for a decent amount of time. With Pourquoi the Pierrot there having been under my care for well over a year, the spiffy white ringleader lookin’ guy (who’s name is Dionysus) for maybe half a year, and Leeroy the gentlemanly looking red nosed clown for a good four months now. In spite of being a little mismatched they’ve all become the best of friends! I love watching their dynamics play out in their various acts that they put on for me, it’s so unlike anything I’d ever seen before! I believe they are happy and well cared for in my home (happy, well nourished, and they all seem to find good enrichment in one another’s company) but I want to be able to provide the best care possible! And to do that, I need to know a bit more about their breeds I believe. If you wouldn’t mind, I would LOVE a physical evaluation of them from you to see if there’s any surprises on my end. Pourquoi is a very tall clown, unusually so for a Pierrot, and he is also prone to staring and sneaking around. Is there perhaps some scare clown in his lineage that you can see in his appearance? Dionysus is small, but not so small that I would think of him as having any teacup in him. Leeroy is decently tall, but not so gigantesque as Pourquoi is. If there’s anything you can confirm or debunk, I’d love to know!

Ah! What a unique bunch! I am more knowledgeable on teacup clowns, and as always I’d like to remind everyone I am not a veterinarian, but I am always open to give some insight on clowns.

So, you say Pourquoi tends to sneak around and stare? That does sound like scare tendencies. I can’t see anything uniquely scare about his appearance, but that doesn’t rule out scare lineage. The thing that does stick out about him to me is the flowers on his collar. Traditional Pierrot don’t have floral accents as far as I know, so he probably has some other breed in his dna. Scare clowns are extremely diverse in appearance so they could very possibly be from that. (Flowers can appear in other breeds, which is why I don’t consider floral accents uniquely scare clownish.) Pierrot and scares both require meat in their diets, although scares typically require more. I would check the sharpness of his teeth, scares usually have sharper teeth than Pierrot. If you reference some images of pure bred Pierrot teeth and his seem noticeably sharper, he probably does indeed have some scare clown lineage. As long as no problems are coming up, I’d continue his care as normal and I don’t think he needs immediate dna testing. Perhaps buy a chew toy for him to try out, (these are a favorite of scares) and offer some more meat based snacks. If he doesn’t have a dark spot to retreat to, you may want to build one, scares like to have the option of quiet time and darkness. He seems very happy and healthy!

Dionysus is definitely of ring leader descent, I agree. He also seems to be a porcelain clown, based on appearance. Leeroy also looks to be porcelain. I think he’s probably a mix of ring leader and fool. None of their colors or patterns seem much like a party clown’s. (which is the most common breed of clown) Care for porcelain clowns is pretty simple, they need lots of sugar to maintain their exoskeleton, and some sugarwater or syrup like you would put out for butterflies or hummingbirds.

Overall you seem to be doing a great job and are very diligent about caring for them.

Best wishes to you and your little troupe!

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livesincerely · 1 year

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take a shot (but how’s your aim?) ch. 7 - parting shots

Also on Ao3. Chapter six here.

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It’s an honest miracle that Jack finds his way to The World at all afterwards. All the self-righteous anger of before has dried up into dust, like clay left out to crack and crumble beneath the blistering, unforgiving sun.

He trudges along, heart and body aching in tandem. He’s distantly aware of the slap of his shoes against the pavement, the throngs of pedestrians around him, the lively bustle of the morning, but none of it manages to pierce the gloomy haze that’s settled around him. At least, until:

“—ack? Jack!”

Jack glances back over his shoulder, confused, at the sound of his name. Maggie waves at him, hitching her skirt up with her other hand as she trots to catch up to him⁠—she must be headed into work as well, but lost in thought, Jack had walked right past her.

“I thought I recognized those shoulders,” she exclaims as she approached. “I didn’t realize you were working in the office today⁠—” She stops herself with a gasp, blushing demurely. “Are those for me?”

“What?” Jack says blankly. He follows the line of her gaze down to the bouquet of roses still hanging, limply, between his fingers. “Oh, yeah.”

“They’re beautiful,” Maggie says, taking the flowers and holding them close to her face to inhale the fragrance. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Jack says, forcing a smile. “‘M glad ya like them. I, uh…” He clears his throat, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “I actually got ‘em as an apology for everythin’ that went down the other day at lunch with the guys. I know I said it before, but it wasn’t right, how they treated ya. Wasn’t fair. And I wanted ya to know how sorry I am for lettin’ it happen.”

“Jack,” she says, laying a hand on his shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“‘Cept for havin’ a bunch’a dirtbags for friends,” Jack scoffs.

“Except maybe for that,” Maggie agrees playfully, and she loops her arm through Jack’s own as they continue on their way, the flowers tucked inside her other elbow. “But they can’t possibly be jerks all of the time⁠—did you ever figure out what set them off so badly?”

“No one’s talkin’,” Jack huffs. “But I’m pretty sure it’s got somethin’ ta do with whatever’s goin’ on with Davey.”

“What’s going on with Davey?” Maggie asks.

“I don’t know!” Jack bursts out. “None of the fellas feel like sharing⁠—it’s some kinda secret that everyone’s keepin’ from me.”

“Which one was Davey, again?” Maggie wonders, brow furrowed. “Was he the one with the cigar? Or the redhead?”

“No, no, Davey’s the one that left halfway through lunch,” Jack corrects. “The tall one with the blue eyes. The nice one that kept tryin’ ta include ya.”

“Oh, David,” Maggie says, recognition sparking. “I never would’ve guessed anything was bothering him⁠—honestly, it seemed like he was the only one that wasn’t upset. He must be really good at hiding it.”

“Only if you don’t know what to look for,” Jack says. “Once you know his tells, it’s obvious that somethin’s wrong. He keeps sayin’ that he don’t wanna talk about it so I’m tryin’ not’ta stick my nose in his business but…” He lets out a long sigh. “I hate seein’ him so torn up. I wish there was somethin’ I could do to help him.”

“Are you sure there’s anything you can do?” Maggie tentatively offers.

“What’d’ya mean⁠— Of course there is!” Jack says, baffled at the suggestion. “I mean, there’s gotta be. I can’t jus’ do nothin’!”

“But if you don’t know what’s wrong,” Maggie points out. “And if he asked you to leave him be…” She trails off with a delicate shrug. “Sounds like the only thing you can do is let it go for now. Give him some space and be there for him if he needs you.

“He needs me now,” Jack insists. “You can tell it jus’ lookin’ at him—he’s miserable, Mags. He’s keepin’ everythin’ bottled up and it’s eatin’ him up inside.”

“You said some of your other friends are in the loop, right?” Maggie asks.

“Try, all of ‘em,” Jack mutters under his breath.

“So he isn’t going through this alone,” she continues. “He’s got other people to lean on.”

But Davey always leans on me, Jack can’t help but think, mulish, irritation frothing deep in his stomach. Why’s now gotta be any different?

“He’s my best friend,” he says instead, the words coming out sharper than he means them to. “I jus’ feel like I should be doin’ somethin’ more than sittin’ around, twiddlin’ my thumbs and waitin’ for things to fix themselves.”

“Something like what?” Maggie prompts gently, her blue eyes wide and earnest.

“I dunno,” he says, starting to get frustrated. “Jus’... somethin’."

“I’m sure it’ll all work itself out with time,” she assures him, running a soothing hand over his arm; Jack’s skin prickles at the contact. “How long has this been going on?”

“I mean, I can’t know for sure,” Jack says, thinking back. “But the first time I noticed anythin’ was wrong was that day at Jacobi’s.”

Maggie’s expression visibly shifts, though she’s clearly doing her best to hide it. “So, it’s only been a week?”

“Eight days,” Jack protests. “I know it sounds like I’m makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’ but⁠—”

He remembers Davey’s eyes. Remembers Davey’s tears.

“—I jus’ want him to be okay,” he finishes quietly.

“Jack,” Maggie says patiently. “He’s going to be fine.”

“Yeah,” Jack says after another long exhale. “I hope so.”

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The rest of the day follows along the same rickety, worrisome tracks. His thoughts are in such a tangle that he doesn’t realize where his feet are carrying him until he’s standing outside of Davey’s building once again, the glare of the sun reflecting off his window calling to him like a beacon on the horizon.

Jack wants nothing more than to climb up and check on him, but a sudden ache between his lungs holds him back.

Would Davey even want to see him? Or is Jack just making things worse, showing up where he’s not needed?

Sighing, he scuffs the toe of his shoe against the pavement, then turns on his heel and starts heading back out to the main street. But he can’t help one last glance over his shoulder, and that’s when he sees it: Davey’s window sliding open, a leg swinging its way through, followed by a head of scruffy blonde hair.

Something barbed and vicious twines its way around Jack’s chest as he watches Racetrack wave one last goodbye, then start picking his way down the creaking fire escape, whistling to himself as he goes.

“What the hell are you doin’ here?” Jack growls.

Race stumbles as he jumps down into the alley—clearly Jack has caught him off guard—but he can’t even enjoy the wide-eyed, guilty look on his face. His blood is pounding in his ears, so hot and thick he can almost taste it.

“Enjoying the fresh air,” Race says snarks, recovering quickly. “What’d’ya think, dumbass?”

“You better not be messin’ with him, Race,” Jack warns. “‘Cause if I find out you’ve been pullin’ any of the shit you been pullin’ on me with Davey, I swear ta God I’m gonna—“

“Slow your roll, Jack,” Race interrupts glibly, tucking his thumbs into his pockets. Jack feels a vein in his forehead start to throb. “I ain’t done nothin’ ta Davey.”

“I ain’t fuckin’ playing around, Racetrack,” Jack says, stepping in close. “Leave him alone if you’re just gonna keep bein’ an asshole.”

“What are you, his knight in shining armor?” Racetrack questions with a scoff, but there’s something hiding behind his eyes, like a hand of cards he’s playing close to his chest. “Last I checked, Davey can speak for himself.”

“Been doin’ a lot of checkin’, have ya?” Jack snarls.

“So what if I am?” Race asks, with a knowing little smirk. “Gotta problem?”

“He wants space,” Jack insists.

“Yeah, from you, maybe,” Racetrack bites back.

It’s like the ground’s dropped out from underneath him.

“Is… Is that what he said?” Jack asks numbly, the words settling like a layer of chalk on his tongue, dry enough to choke on. “Did he say that he didn’t…?”

Racetrack hesitates, and that hurts too⁠—just as badly, but in a different kind of way—like another round of blows against an already bruised stretch of skin.

“Nah,” Race eventually says. “He didn’t say that.”

“Then, what—“

“It ain’t none of your fucking business,” Race says firmly. “If he wants ta tell ya about it, he will. But until then, maybe you should finally take the hint and back off.”

“An’, what, you’re the exception to the rule?” Jack wonders bitterly, shoulders sagging.

“Well, I am pretty damn exceptional,” Race says, lifting his chin.

“...You swear he’s okay?” Jack asks, a little desperately. “You swear you’re watchin’ his back?”

“You ain’t the only one that’s worried about him,” Race says, quiet and serious. “I’m helpin’ him as much as he’s lettin’ me.”

Jack rakes a hand through his hair. “Fine,” he mutters, defeated, turning to walk away. “Fine.”

“But, uh,” —Race just doesn’t know when to quit, doesn’t know when to let Jack slink off to lick his wounds⁠— “Since you’re here, there’s somethin’ else we should talk about.”

“What?” Jack asks, weary in a bone deep sort of way. “What else could you possibly want?”

For the first time, Race actually seems uncomfortable, shifting back and forth on his feet. “I gotta few things I need’ta say to Miss Margaret. I’m assumin’ you know of a way for me to get in touch with her?”

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” Jack explodes. “You really think I’m gonna let you stir up anymore shit with her?”

“Keep your voice down!” Race hisses, glancing up towards Davey’s building. “If Davey catches us out here screamin’ at each other he’s gonna kill us both!”

“Pretty sure he’d understand the extenuatin’ circumstances,” Jack retorts. “The extenuatin’ circumstances bein’ that you don’t know how ta quit bein’ a jackass⁠—”

“I want to apologize to her,” Racetrack admits.

Jack stares at him. “Youse serious?” he asks.

“I wouldn’t'a said it if I wasn’t,” Race replies, meeting Jack’s eyes just as steadily. “Jus’, set somethin’ up, okay? Let me know when and where and I’ll be there.”

Jack takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, but it does nothing to calm the storm surging inside him.

“I’ll talk ta Maggie,” he says curtly. “But if she don’t wanna meet wit’cha then it ain’t happenin’.”

Race nods. “That’s fair.”

“Now, is that everythin’?” he asks, voice tight.

“Yeah,” Race says, his expression inscrutable. “That’s everythin’.”

Jack turns to finally leave, to finally put this whole goddamn day behind him, but one last thought draws him back.

“Don’t think for a second that this makes us square,” he says, pointing a finger at his chest. “‘Cause we’re anythin’ but.”

“Oh, trust me, Jack,” Racetrack says, and there’s something sharp about his smile, a flinty edge threatening to draw blood. “The feelin’s mutual.”

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HeliosR - Gast Adler Card story ‘‘Little Fireworks Display’’ (full)

Translation of Gast Adler’s #Photooftheday card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Includes all three parts in one post.

Part 1

Victor: --And that’s all I had to share.

Victor: Tomorrow is scheduled to be a day off. And since there is no instruction to be on stad-by, you can spend the day as freely as you please.

Gast: Hell yeah, time to kick back and relax♪

Marion: It’s indecent to celebrate that.

Gast: Aah, m’bad. Blurted that out ‘cuz we’ve been so busy lately, with intensive training on top of it

Ren: Training is something you ought to do everyday.

Gast: Won’t deny that but, aren’t you happy ‘bout takin’ it easy? Y’know, like being let to sleep in all you want in the morning?

Ren: ….I don't indulge in such things.

Gast: Alright, alright. I’ll take note to wake you up in the mornin’ then

Gast: Actually, what’cha guys gonna do tomorrow? How ‘bout hitting up town to go see some fireworks if none of you got any plans?

Victor: Fireworks?

Gast: Yeah. Tomorrow’s the yearly tradition of that big ol’ fireworks festival in Little Tokyo

Gast: The fellas can’t go this year due to some circumstances. So I thought, hey maybe the team could tag along instead and all… how ‘bout it?

Marion: We’re replacements, in other words

Ren: You’d be better off asking Akira

Gast: Hold on, it ain’t like I’m tryin’ to fill in the gaps…!

Gast: Watchin' fireworks while having a nice meal with the team doesn’t hurt once in a while, yeah? Call it an extra to the dinner party♪

Ren: ….I don’t like crowds.

Marion: I sit down to enjoy the fireworks each year, except that it’s together with Nova and the others on the Tower roof.

Victor: The detonation of gunpowder is quite nice, however observing the luminescence of substance is equally as enjoyable.

Gast: Uh, uh-huh. And there’s your typical answers from everyone…

Gast: Hmmm… Had been lookin’ forward to it every year, but guess I’ll call it quits this time around

Marion: ….Stop pouting. It’s making us look like the bad guys here.

Marion: I have no qualms with you joining our fireworks-watching party, if you’d like to see from the roof.

Gast: Eh…. You sure!?

Marion: Only because of how pitiable you looked there. Besides, it makes Nova happies when there’s some more company…

Marion: Which reminds me Victor, he should’ve invited you already, yeah?

Victor: Indeed he did. Since there’s no research in particular which requires urgent attention, I accepted his offer.

Marion: Sigh… In that case then Ren should join us too.

Ren: Eh…

Marion: Not as mere freeloaders though. You’ll all help with preparations.

Ren: I-it’s not like I-

Gast: Sure! I know more than enough to make this fireworks party a blast, so leave it up to me♪

Victor: East was crowded no matter where we went, however it looks like there’s even more people in Little Tokyo.

Gast: It’s because of all the stalls gathered together in different areas in the spirit of the fireworks festival.

Gast: Look, there’s hotdogs, tacos, hamburgers. Not to forget yakisoba and candy apples from Japan, all typical to Little Tokyo

Marion: ….Why is that one stall selling skewered cucumbers?

Gast: Sure got impact, don’t it. They say it’s pickled cucumber on sticks, some kind of Japanese-style gherkins.

Marion: ….I was wondering why it’s only offering that though.

Gast: There’s even more people now. Oi, don’t get separated from us, you hear me Ren?

Gast: Ren…?

Part 2

Ren: …..

Stall owner: Oh, ya got some good eyes there, young man~ As ya can see we make our baby castellas in the shape of kitties. All homemade specialities.

Ren: Baby castella?

Stall owner: Type of sweets that’s a staple for stalls back in Japan. They’re sweet ‘n tasty, lemme tell ya

Ren: Sweet, huh…

Gast: Lil’ cat-shaped cakes? I see, that’s what you’re into

Ren: ……..!

Gast: You were completely captivated by ‘em… We almost left you behind, y’know?

Gast: So, you want one?

Ren: I-it’s not like I want one…

Marion: Huh, cat-shaped castellas. Jacqueline would be happy with these.

Gast: Pops, gimme two of those castellas

Stall owner: Comin’ right up!

Ren: …You know I won’t eat it?

Gast: But do you want one, yeah? I’ll eat ‘em instead.

Ren: Don’t you dare. That’s a crime.

Gast: Okay, now you’re exaggerating…

Gast: Yakisoba, fried chicken, frankfurters, cotton candy and candied apples. Awright, we bought all kinds of stuff.

Marion: Was it necessary to buy all of this? Jack’s also preparing delicious food.

Gast: Well, that’s true but still-

Gast: With this is ain’t if it’s good or bad, but rather ‘bout that charm of savoring that festival feel, like it’ll taste delicious when watchin' the fireworks

Marion: ….I don’t quite understand.

Gast: S’all good♪ You’ll totally get it once you had a bite

Victor: ……

Ren: Victor, what are you looking at?

Victor: They’re selling sparkles over there, yes?

Gast: Oh, they are. That night shop sells all kinds of fireworks

Gast: Been a while since I’ve seen some sparklers. Akira shrugged them off as boring so we didn’t get to play around with ‘em

Ren: He only cares for the flashy ones because he’s an idiot

Ren: ….Will and I liked the sparklers but, Akira would toss them away.

Gast: Haha, expected no different from him.

Gast: Anyway, Doc, you familiar with sparklers? They oughta only sell these here in Little Tokyo

Victor: Well, it’s merely that I happen to know what they are by chance. It’s the first time seeing the genuine article.

Gast: I see…

Victor: Fireworks are originally something made out of combining gunpowder and fine powder from metal. The beauty we’re able to see is the result from the science behind flame reactions.

Victor: How about I give you a little demonstration at the laboratory next time, if you’re interested?

Gast: Aah… haha, if there’s ever a moment for it, yeah

Marion: Hey, no lectures in the middle of a busy street. Let’s go back to the Tower if we're done shopping

Gast: Ah, right. It wouldn’t be good to let everyone wait for--

Jack: Emergency, emergency.

Gast: Uh-oh, what’s this?

Jack: This message is for the heroes assigned to the North Sector.

Jack: There has been a discovery of substance within a facility listed for demolition. Heroes possible for deployment are requested to head over to the scene. I repeat-

Gast: Substance, eh… Should we head over there? Even though we’re in the middle of our break.

Marion: Obviously. The fact that we got contacted despite it being our day off indicates there’s a shortage of help.

Victor: Then let us be on our way to collect the substance.

Gast: Haha, Doc’s rarin' to go

Ren: We can’t be late

Gast: Yea---- Wait, Ren, that’s the wrong way!

Part 3

Gast: ---The reaction came from ‘round these parts, huh

Marion: Quit the distractions. There’s a possibility Eclipse is on the scene, get it together or I’ll knock that easy-going mood right out of you.

Gast: Alright, alright, I got’cha

Victor: How unfortunate, Gast.

Gast: It’s fine. I was really looking forward to seein' fireworks with everyone though

Victor: I see… Still, it is our duty to protect the festival goers.

Gast: Yeah, no changing that…

Gast: Thanks, Doc♪ Alright, gonna swoop that substance right up for the safety of the citizens!

Ren: …..What are we going to do with the yakisoba and everything else?

Gast: It all got cold, eh. Let’s put it on a big plate and warm it back up.

Gast: The fireworks might be over but we can still eat the stuff we bought

Marion: I’ll go ahead and call Nova and the others over. Since it looks like you waited without eating anything yet.

Gast: Okay. We’ll bring out some more plates then.

Ren: Where’s Victor?

Gast: ? You’re right, he ain’t here. Isn’t he holed up in his lab since we collected that substance?

Marion: Geez, that guy… I’ll call out to him too after going to Nova’s.

Ren: Victor?

Victor: Could everyone head over to the roof in 30 minutes?

Gast: The roof? We were about to eat the stall food we bought though…

Victor: Will it not be lackluster with no fireworks to enjoy?

Gast: I mean, yeah it will but… The festival’s done and over already, right?

Victor: Indeed. That’s why I’ve prepared some sparklers instead.

Gast: Huh?

Ren: Did you buy some earlier from that one place?

Victor: No, I made them myself.

Gast: You MADE them…!?

Victor: Yes. We had all the needed ingredients at the research department, and with Nova’s help we mass-produced some using machinery.

Gast: I-is it something that easy to make or?

Victor: It wasn’t difficult at all. While trial and error is indispensable, I believe it can be roughly replicated.

Gast: Right…. You’re somethin' else, Doc

Victor: And thus I would like all of you to gather on the roof of the Tower in 30 minutes.

Jacqueline: Jaaack・・・The sparkler went out again・・・

Jack: You have to use sparklers gently. Geeently, very gently.

Jacqueline: I’m holding it geeently~

Nova: Sorry, Jacqueline. I was too absorbed into reproducing them, it would’ve been better to work on the durability instead~

Nova: Alright, next time I’m definitely making sparklers that won’t go out at all… Huh?

Nova: Jacqueline, look at Ren-kun’s sparkler. It’s sparkling all prettily~

Ren: ….Don’t stare at me

Jacqueline: Wow, it’s super pretty!! Ren-chama, you’re amazing~♪

Ren: ………

Marion: Jacqueline, want to give it one more shot? We’ll hold it together this time around.

Jacqueline: Yes-nano! We’ll show Papa some pretty fireworks~♪

Nova: Ahaha. I believe in you, Jacqueline

Gast: Thanks, Doc

Victor: ….What are you thanking me for?

Gast: Well, it’s thanks to you that everyone could enjoy some fireworks

Victor: I simply lent out a hand in order to enjoy our scheduled day off.

Gast: Haha, if you say so♪ Then, wanna do one more thing for me?

Victor: What may that be?

Gast: I’d like for you to also enjoy the fireworks♪

Victor: …Fufu, very well.

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My heart is pounding at the thought of last night’s episode. For certain people and scenes at least. I’ve given up hope that these posts will be short, so if you want to read my thoughts on 4x02, grab some tea and maybe a snack, because I have quiet a few opinions.

First thing’s first. I’m just going to say what we’re all thinking; Walt and Arturo are wonderful. Arturo’s whole, “Looks delicious, you’re hired” had me giggling for the first time since Alex’s, “And I’m eating Wheaties” last season. And Walt. Listen. Alex has been called many things throughout the show, but Walt calling him “pretty-lookin’ fella” is my absolute favorite. Anyone who acknowledges Alex’s good looks and beautiful heart is a freaking genius in my book. I’ve been calling Alex “pretty” in my fics since the dawn of time, and I can’t even begin to describe how satisfying it was to have Walt, of all people, be the one to bring it to life with such a casual tone, like of course he’s pretty, what’re you kidding me? This must be how authors feel when their books are adapted onto the big screen.

Anyway. That’s really where the laughs end for me. I’m probably going to get a lot of crap for this, but Anatsa’s so annoying. Okay, hear me out. On the one hand, I get that she’s a reporter and this is her job, the main character in my original novel The Wolf King is a journalist who wants the truth, so I get it. I really don’t dislike her at all, in fact if she was starring in her own show or something, I think she’d be a really fun and cool character. On the other, she’s an outsider to our little group, and she’s putting people I already know and love in difficult positions. I don’t want her to stay with Isobel, so I don’t want her to know the truth. I’m just waiting for this tedious, awkward relationship to end already.

I love that Isobel wanted to see Kyle and was crestfallen when she’d seen him on a date with someone else. I love kybel so I really can’t wait till we get to those two together. Kyle is awesome as always. I have to mention that.

Listen. It’s not that there’s anything wrong with the guest stars, I’m sure they’re all very nice people and great actors, it’s just that there are always so damn many of them, and I am sick to death of the excess subplots. I really, really, really, really, really don’t care about Liz’s students. The one guest star who I legitimately am upset did not show up in season 2 (you know, when we were supposed to find out about the Awakening) was that doctor lady. I feel bad for having forgotten her name considering she’s the only one whose character is really unique and cool. I’m just so done with everyone else though. Respectfully.

Before I get to the Alex stuff that I always save till the end because I want to go off on a good note, I want to talk for just a second about that scene between Michael and Alex in front of the console. Admittedly, it really bugged me for a lot of the episode that Michael seemed willing to let Alex be away from home for a longer time so that he didn’t have to give up a piece of glass. I know the glass is important to him, but I wished he cared more about Alex leaving. Luckily though, they do address that at the end of the episode, and acknowledge it, and Michael makes up for it, which I was really grateful for.

There is a moment in the promo, however, for next week’s episode in which Michael basically implies that these aliens might not be the enemy, and I’m really, really hoping that that scene happens before he realizes that they took Alex. Because if these people kidnapped Alex, and Michael still considers that they might be good guys -- even if they didn’t know about the kidnapping and they are good guys -- but if Michael wonders, then I will be so, painfully disappointed. They took his Alex. They are the enemy in that instance, they can’t be anything else, not to him. So I hope for the best.

Now for everything to do with Alex. I love the opening scene, the way Michael and Alex are together as Alex talks to Deep Sky, I love love love the fact that Alex and Max and Dallas had sat down together to discuss plans -- I’ve been waiting for something like this since season 1 -- and I absolutely love the amount of time we got Alex on screen. As always, I wish we had him for the entire episode, but I’m really glad I didn’t have to wait long to see him.

Now. About him leaving, I love the way they did it, it was such a relief, and here’s why. We knew Alex was going to be off-screen for a bit because Tyler was having back problems at the time of filming and ultimately needed back surgery, so we knew Alex was going to leave for a time. I only pleaded that it wouldn’t be because he and Michael had broken up for whatever reason. They might still do that, I’m praying they don’t, but I said I would be fine if they faced whatever came as a couple, and that seems to be the direction the writers are going in, so thank the gods.

It gets better though, because even as Alex drove out of Roswell, I was brokenhearted, but the way they did it, with him being taken in the end, keeps him involved in the story in a much bigger way.

So it’s not like, Oh Alex just texted, he said he found some interesting readings blah blah blah. Alex being taken could be, what I’m desperately hoping for, the reason that Michael goes undercover in the first place. What I’m hoping happens is that the group talks like we saw them do in the promo for next week’s episode, Michael gets word that Alex’s car was left behind, that he’d vanished, and that they found traces of alien so the aliens took him, and that prompts Michael to go undercover in order to find Alex.

I’m hoping for the whole season 2 thing done right this time. I want the entire group to worry about him the way they freaking obsessed over Maria, I want everyone to actually care about what happens to him, I want Michael to go ballistic and never leave his side again.

I want this season to be the writers’ attempt to right the wrongs of season 2, do it better. And without a certain showrunner around, I have hope that they just might.

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #rnm thoughts #rnm 4x02 #rnm spoilers #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #anti isobel x anatsa #? I guess

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a transcript

"[BEGINNING RECORDING]", "SPEAKER 1: What the hell do you mean you wanna merge 'em?", "SPEAKER 2: You heard what I said, ________...", "SPEAKER 1: Have you lost your mind? This kind of thing-- this doesn't happen! You can't just roll 'em over like it's nothing! What makes you think they would rather be a small fish in some other squeeze? You're Oliver fuckin' Twist showing up with your supper bowl!", "[clack]", "SPEAKER 1: See, this is what I mean. Y'think you're a wizkid, but there's no love a pappa can have for his boy that will get 'im to put his foot in his mouth for you. And that's a fat ass fuckin' foot you're lookin' to swallow.", "SPEAKER 2: That's true.", "[clack]", "SPEAKER 2: Check.", "[clack]", "SPEAKER 1: Something tells me you ain't done.", "SPEAKER 2: Of course I'm not.", "SPEAKER 1: Okay, then. [snorts] What, you hired one of those snake-people that are showin' up now, to bind them up? 'Fraid I don't think they're into that.", "[clack]", "SPEAKER 2: You're gonna laugh.", "SPEAKER 1: Cut the crap, ________... What is it?", "SPEAKER 2: Got the killer on the payroll.", "[clack]", "SPEAKER 1: [in a half-whisper] So what if you got another guy? Like that's a problem, you fuckin' monkey. What, you plannin' to burst into their house with twenty or so fellas and start--", "SPEAKER 2: I mean the Eye Killer.", "[clack]", "SPEAKER 1: The bitch that got caught?", "SPEAKER 2: [sighs] That same one, yeah.", "[clack]", "SPEAKER 1: [still whispering, now aggressively] ________.., have you ACTUALLY gone fuckin' crazy? Point one still stands, but what's the first rule? You can't have a girl who's on national fuckin' television whack one of 'em and not have every single fuckin pig in the country stick their fuckin' head in! What's the fuckin' deal, huh? You want another RICO?", "SPEAKER 2: There's not gonna be another RICO. No one is going to die. Sit your ass down and fuckin' listen to me, here.", "[clack]", "SPEAKER 1: ...alright.", "SPEAKER 2: Good. You got a lighter?", "SPEAKER 1: Thought y'didn't smoke.", "SPEAKER 2: You thought wrong.", "[clack]", "SPEAKER 2: Let's start from the top. I've been talking to their kid. Fella tipped me off to his folks; good guy, terrible at his job. He's helping me set an arrangement with his folks. They know I'm going there, I know they're going there. We both get our friends to bring along, y'know, for clarity's sake. Two precious little rats in the nest.", "SPEAKER 1: Ah. So whoever decides to get a little too friendly...", "SPEAKER 2: Lets every other wiseguy in all of the States know that shit's going down. Once word's out, the others are going to smell blood in the water. Then we're both gone. [mumbling] We'd be damn lucky to just get caught.", "SPEAKER 1: Okay, fine. Let's say that works. What's that girl meant to do in all of this?", "SPEAKER 2: The guarantee that the word gets out if shit goes south. Besides, that murderer, she... has an interest. On both of us.", "SPEAKER 1: You an' the don?", "SPEAKER 2: No, the kid and I. Think she likes him more than me, frankly. Either way, even if I wanted to wet those sons of bitches, I don't think she'd take it very well. ", "SPEAKER 1: Right. I mean, it sounds like this girl's more trouble than she's worth. We could just--", "SPEAKER 2: Don't--!", "SPEAKER 2: Say that. About her. Or anything. Aloud. Say it in your own house if you want, but don't say that shit near me.", "SPEAKER 1: Ah. [laughs] Nearly got me there, thought it was serious. You went pale as a baby's bum, though, what's the catch? Check, by the way. ", "[clack]", "SPEAKER 2: It's not funny. Fucking... listen. I don't know what she is, but whatever she is, she isn't human. You've seen the trial, you've seen her change. And that monster, demon, whatever you want to call it-- any other man in the garbage biz can be bought. You know that. Everyone's kicking up to someone. Her? She's fucking unshakeable, that's the one thing I can guarantee you. She wants us. The moment any of us even think about fucking with her, we're dead. But. But... if we get her to work with us, it would change... everything.", "[clack]", "SPEAKER 1: Hey, now, you know I'm no fucking rat, but you have to know that what you're saying sounds crazy, right? Even if it works, what the fuck does any of that mean? I'd take a bullet for you, but it sounds more like you're trying to curse me, or someshit. I can't be a part of that.", "SPEAKER 2: Fine, then.", "[clack]", "SPEAKER 2: So what are you going to do?", "SPEAKER 1: I'm... you're not slidin' this one past the Don.", "SPEAKER 2: [wryly] So much for not being a rat.", "SPEAKER 1: I'm in here like everyone else to make some fuckin' money, not to sell my soul or whatever the fuck you're plannin'!", "SPEAKER 2: [sigh] I like you, you know? You're a good man. So I'm giving you five seconds to reconsider, ________. Plenty of time to think about where you stand in all this.", "SPEAKER 1: At least look at me in the eye when you're threatenin' me, asshole.", "SPEAKER 2: Five...", "SPEAKER 1: What the fuck are you lookin' at?", "SPEAKER 2: Four...", "SPEAKER 1: You fuckin'-- I'm leaving!", "SPEAKER 2: Three...", "SPEAKER 2: Two..."

#eye killer #killer #rico #goldmine #zampanio

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on the afternoon of day 24, the islanders all gather to play license to swill. in this challenge, the islanders will be shown quotes and get to guess who said them or who they were about – the unanimously voted person will be dunked in water.

the person with the most correct answers in the fastest amount of time will get the hideaway on night 24 – if they’re in a couple, they win it for their couple, and if they are single, they win it to take whoever they choose.

question 1: who said this about bash? “he's an actor, he's got a fucking history of film book in the villa there's no fucking way i can't try [to get to know him], you know?”

most people in the villa, including bash, vote for rhys who is dunked. that’s the correct answer.

question 2: who did callie say this about? “hey, if kenny wasn’t in the picture, i’d be taking a shot at you. ”

frankie votes for herself, but most people vote bash as the answer, and he’s dunked. however, the answer is revealed to be naomi.

dylan laughs at this.

“and i stand by it,” callie pipes up with a laugh. naomi reaches out to high-five her playfully.

question 3: who said this to naomi? "i’ll admit, if we were outside in the real world, i’d have wasted no chance to kiss you."

“obviously we all know who that is,” josh remarks.

most people vote for dylan, and he is dunked. it’s revealed to be the correct answer.

question 4: who said this to jenny? can we keep this between us for now? please. we're talking tomorrow, and then... we can pick this up where we left off.

most people vote for josh, including josh himself, and he’s dunked. it’s revealed to be the correct answer.

question 5: who is naomi talking about? "things in here have been complicated and intense. for both of us. but when i'm with him, i feel like...it's just really fun. it's easy, in the best way."

“oh, if this is about dylan i’m adding complicated and intense to my resume,” rhys jokes.

most people vote for dylan, and he’s dunked. josh votes for himself. dylan is the correct answer.

josh looks pissed, like he’s clearly holding back, but he doesn’t say anything. seb leans over to josh and naomi, looking smug, and says, “so is it a good time to say 'i told you so' again or?”

question 6: who said this? "when you’re with that guy... do you ever think of me? ‘cus he reminds me an awful lot of how i used to be when we started dating."

most people vote for dejan, which is correct. dejan is dunked. marcus rolls his eyes.

question 7: who did maddox say this to? "and your pussy will have its place in my personal hall of fame."

frankie covers her mouth like she’s about to puke, “wish i could unsee that.”

it’s almost split between mimi and jenny, but mimi wins out. she’s not there to get dunked, so they just dunk maddox instead because he probably deserves it – even though he also voted jenny.

question 8: who did romi say this to? “you are the person I want to kiss the most.”

most people vote marcus, including romi, so he gets dunked. marcus doesn’t think it could be that easy, and votes for dylan. however, the answer is revealed to be josh, even though he also voted for marcus.

“i forgot about that,” josh laughs.

marcus looks shocked and confused, but not that rattled.

dejan is the only person who voted for josh.

question 9: who said this? "if that was my ex i don’t think i’d be settling with a guy like marcus."

most people vote for jenny, and she’s dunked. the answer is then revealed to be frankie.

marcus looks visibly upset by this, and doesn’t make eye contact with anyone.

frankie holds up her hands in surrender, “okay, yeah, i will hold my hands up to that one, sorry marcus. but admittedly, that was before i met you and obviously now i think you're a god, so...”

question 10: which couple did kenny say this about? "her fella keeps gawkin’ at me like the juiciest lookin’ lamb at the slaughter."

it’s pretty split between jenny and maddox and josh and naomi, but josh and naomi win out and have to get dunked. that’s the correct answer.

question 11: who did jenny say this to? "you liked the sound of your dick in my mouth? is that what you said?"

josh immediately starts cracking up.

dylan raises his eyebrows, judgemental. “jesus christ.”

most people vote for josh, including josh and jenny, and he’s dunked. that was the correct answer.

“wow, okay, does everyone in here know something i don’t?” naomi remarks, stunned.

question 12: who said this? "i like someone who will bring out the worst in me, honestly."

rhys nods emphatically, “shit, me too.”

the majority of the islanders’ votes are for sebastien, and he’s dunked. the person who said it was sebastien.

question 13: who said this? "do you know how hard it is not to laugh at everyone here? it's pitiful really, that any of them think they'll find love, when they're going to be met with just disappointment."

most of the islanders vote for maxwell, who is dunked, but nana has voted for herself – which already raises some question marks. when he emerges, the answer is revealed to be nana.

rhys looks around, shocked, “is this her lohan moment?”

“i guess it’s not hard anymore, go ahead and laugh at us,” dylan remarks, pissed.

seb breathes out a low, impressed whistle. a number of the other islanders looked pissed, upset, or annoyed.

nana’s wide-eyed, speechless. for the first time since arriving to the island...she has no thoughts. she feels and looks empty, that anyone can see.

at the end of the challenge, a text rings out on dejan’s phone.

SMS: wow, you really spilled the tea! for the highest score in the challenge, you have the keys to the hideaway tonight and can bring the islander of your choice.

#crackon:challenge #week 4

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mvggedoff · 2 years

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𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝟎𝟏 : 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

how are you feeling about entering the villa ?

❝ i mean, it’s a laugh, right ? a bunch of half naked babes stuck in a house together in spain — it’s something straight out of a wet dream. and the only reason i know it’s not one is cuz you can’t feel a wedgie in a dream. swear to god, the first edit i get is gonna be of me pickin’ my bottoms out of me bits every thirty seconds. embarrassin’, that. but ye take the good with the bad, and trust me, it’s a whole lotta good. ❞ she shoots the camera ( and the audience by extension ) a knowing look. ❝ a whoooole lot of it. ❞

is there anyone who you had your eye on already or has caught your eye off the bat that you’d be interested in going for ?

❝ it’s hard to say. i thought i’d come in here losin’ my mind over romi— and don’t get me wrong, i still might. but there’s only so much you can get over a tv screen. sometimes you need to be right there next to someone to feel if there’s an attraction. right now, everything’s real physical, and if someone’s got a pair of pretty eyes, i’m pretty much a goner. ❞ maybe she shouldn’t be letting millions of people in on how “easy” she is, but she doesn’t think about it. instead, she criss - crosses her legs up on the cushion and carries on. ❝ we’ll have to wait and see what happens, but right now i think callie’s just grand. wouldn’t mind bein’ a bodyboard for her sometime, if she’s lookin’. ❞

which couples seem the most solid to you ? least solid ?

❝ well from what i’m hearing, everything’s a bit topsy turvy right now, yeah ? ‘s all jumbled, except for romi and marcus i guess. ❞ there’s a hint of disappointment there, an eyeroll nearly audible in her words. ❝ frankly none of the couples seem solid to me, which is real good for the boys and i. makes it easier to just— ❞ her words trail off into a whistle, accompanying the motion of her arm as she pantomimes a bird swooping in on a mark and flying off with it.

what people do you see yourself getting along with ?

❝ the— ah— the shorter guy ? luke ? he’s fun. reminds me of one of my mates back home. and aren’t him and mimi just the cutest ? she’s someone i hope i end up getting on with. i just think the girl’s been through so much and deserves to have someone in her court, you know ? and hey, maybe she can teach me how to combat these bikini wedgies ; she seems a real pro. ❞ she leaves the question at that, though generally speaking, she doesn’t really have any worries about making friends in the villa.

what people do you see yourself not getting along with ?

❝ i got the feelin’ naomi doesn’t like me much, ❞ she says it with a shrug, largely unbothered. ❝ and i can’t imagine that’s gonna get much better when her fella keeps gawkin’ at me like the juiciest lookin’ lamb at the slaughter. ❞ sure, maybe she could afford to make it a bit more clear she has no interest in josh like that, but the man’s a riot in ways he doesn’t even mean to be—— some more wrong than right. if anything, kenny feels like she’s doing naomi a favor by exposing it. ❝ i’m not too pressed about it though. girl kinda rubs me wrong, if i’m bein’ honest. ❞ another lazy shrug. it is what it is.

#crackon:prompt #survived my inspection so take this to celebrate

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Mmmhh... cinnamon <3 I love cinnamon, but yeah! I'm magic, to put it simply. I know you're friends with a jade troll called Vizlei. Or should I say study buddies?

“6 Yeah a study buddy who brings along a weird lookin fox.. and speaking of that. Check it out. 9”

>Salhus lifts up a small fox.. it looks confused..

“6 Viz should reaaaally learn to keep a better eye on the thing… or maybe shut his door properly? I went to slide some note under his door and the thing was wiiiiiddee open. Knew the thing ran out.. tracked it down. Guess I’m playin babysitter.. dunno I should definitely just like. Return it to a forest somewhere. I seriously don’t get why the guy is so attached lol. Nah.. let’s see how long it takes him to notice. The thing just kinda stares at everything 9”

>Ialvah is giving an extremely disappointed look..

“6 Viz is a good hearted fella. Just hmm.. weeeeiiirrrdddddd kinda never wanted ta fuck around with him. He’s just kinda.. sweet? Annoyingly affectionate. Kinda gross not gonna lie.. but hey he’s fine company when he’s around. 9”

>Yani tilts her head at you.. ‘hai!’ She seemingly says… if you can infer that from a nice big tail wiggle

#Ic #Salhus #Yani #ask #💜

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I AM BEGGING YOU. MAKE A POST ABOUT EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT THE DREAM SMP FROM YOUR DASH. IT WILL BE FUNNY AND YOU WILL GET SO MUCH CLOUT. TRUST ME.

Ok so here are all the things i know about Dream SMP from my dashboard alone:

- Some Philza guy was trending because someone told other people "fuck that guy" and everyone else said "no fuck YOU"??? - one of those guys was very loud and saying they were going to spill blood for the Phil guy... honestly mood. - The Dream guy himself would probably punch his character??? they're playing characters or somethin??? - there's a black and white lookin fella?? The fanart all gives him a crown and tail... Elfy lookin fella with a tail? 10/10 would hug - also a kid??? had a green shir and is short. dunno who he is but the green shirt is a thing - Ok there's apparently discourse about gatekeeping or something??? Idk i saw a singluar post about watching from only 1 POV and thusly being an "apologist" or somethin??? idk but yall doin ok? - My good omens blog i follow has been super into this shit recently and they said something like "Phil is a dilf"... i have no idea what this means but it's on my dash a lot so i feel like it's important to pick up on. - Seriously i scrolled for a solid 10 minutes to get past this discussion so it feels very important - I see more of this Crown wearing, black and white elf lookin fella... i am concluding he is baby because all fanart makes him seem soft and he's also wearing a suit. very sharp fella - Somethin bout "bedrock bors"??? Idk but theres a constant pic of these two fellas hugging and i think that's neat - ALso some Wilbur fella??? idk but theres a lot of him too. wears a beanie? - At least one of these fellas is a dad friend and i'm not sure who it is... but one of these fuckers is it... i can feel it. - Someone has or at one point HAD wings?? lots of wingy lookin fellas so i hope those are ok. - there's a lot of screaming??? i mean mood but seriously, there’s a lot of it??? - I feel like theres a dude with horns somewhere related to this but he's buried deep in my dash and i don't quite understand his importance? Named Shatt or somethin like that? - honestly looked like his name was "shit" for a sec and i was like "mood". - Found family trope??? I have seen wing guy hugging people with said wings so i'm gonna say there’s some kinda found family in there

(Edited note: i am tagging these with thing i’ve found in the “dream smp” tag because i don’t know what i’m doing)

#dream smp #mcyt fandom #jschlatt #dsmp #ranboo #wilbur dsmp #technoblade #tommyinnit #tommy and wilbur #philza #mcyt #dream mcyt #i am tagging things as i see them in the dream smp tag because i have only an outsider perspective i apologize

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catwithangerissues · 3 years

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Haikyuu Polyship hc’s!

♚ Hey hey hey! Welcome to a little collab that @tetsurocking and I have been working on for a few weeks now! Like two but still. We each chose three different couples and wrote headcanons about a poly relationship with them!

♚ My three!: Suna x Osamu x Reader! Tendo x Ushijima x Reader! And Futakuchi x Shirabu x Reader!

♚ Make sure to check out the three couples J wrote about over on her page! I promise you’ll find some stuff ya like😉 ‘I think about polyships too much for a monogamous bitch’ -J 😂 Anyways, enjoy!

♚ Warnings: Should be none! Although I reference high school in the past, everyone involved is aged up!

Suna x Osamu x Reader Poly!

✧ When you guys were in high school, Rinta would always send you videos of Osamu and him at practice; sometimes they were videos of the twins fighting, some were of them doing little tricks with the ball to get your praise, and some were just of them waving/saying they missed you

✧ They tend to spam your little group chat with memes while you’re at work or school, and sometimes they just spam you for attention <3

✧ They both really like it when you wear their clothing. Sometimes they get pouty if you wear one shirt or the other, but they never genuinely mind. In addition to this, they basically share a wardrobe. Is that Suna’s shirt or Samu’s? They don’t even know 🤷🏻‍♀️

✧ Suna probably sends you two pictures of the ugliest things he sees in a day and and puts a caption like « haha that’s you two. » that’s it. He probably doesn’t even bother to put a period at the end (Thanks for this one, Alma!)

✧ Suna takes tons of pictures with/of the two of you, and he changes his lockscreen background pretty often because of it. His favorite pictures are the ones he takes without you two noticing, hehehe

✧ These two are both really great drivers and they’re very smug about it. Food for thought 😌

✧ When you’re grocery shopping, they probably start eating what’s in the cart before you’re even out of the store.

✧ In addition to grocery shopping, don’t even TRY to tell Osamu one brand of a certain ingredient or food is better than another, he will throw a Miya Twin hissy fit™️ lmao

✧ They both keep extras of anything any of you may need in their cars. Period stuff if you’re someone who has one, hygiene products like deodorant and an extra shirt for Suna after practice, snacks for Osamu cause the poor boy always wants to eat in the car, etc.

✧ They both like to tease, but in reality they’re big softies for you. Want cuddles? Rinta is always flopping down on top of you once you sit on the couch. Need a back or shoulder massage? You don’t even have to ask Osamu at this point, he does it subconsciously.

✧ Suna prefers dates at home, lounging around and cuddled up, movie nights, dinner dates, etc. Osamu prefers lazy errand days. Going grocery shopping, cleaning the house together, dropping something off to Atsumu or grabbing lunch on the way home, he enjoys the domesticity of life with the two of you.

✧ DOING THEIR HAIR. Styling Suna’s hair for him in the morning or helping Osamu touch up his color before he goes back to brown.

✧ Holiday decorating, birthdays, and anniversaries are always fun with these two. To others, they’re relatively reserved, with a few sarcastic comments to spare *cough cough* we all know who I mean- But to you, they’re rambunctious and sweet. Making stupid jokes to see you laugh, babying you, all the like.

✧ Someone picking on you or getting a little too friendly? No need to worry, your two tall ass, intimidating boyfriends have your back. Suna is more of the- glare daggers at them until they get the hint- kinda person, but Osamu is definitely the- throw my arm around my partner and tell the other person to back off- one.

✧ Going to Suna’s games with Osamu to support him! Osamu once pretended to be a fan and asked for his autograph, and when Suna just looked him dead in the face and kisses him everyone around lost their minds.

✧ You and Suna visiting Osamu at work and bringing him lunch so he doesn’t have to make it himself! He has pictures of you three in his office too <3

✧ The boys visiting you at work/school saying it’s to playfully embarrass you, but usually it’s something like; bringing you lunch, coming to pick you up for a spontaneous date/adventure after you clock out, or just coming to sit in your office and bug you for a little while to get your mind off of work.

✧ They are both pretty possessive, but aren’t controlling. They just like to hold you, though Suna is the more reserved one of the boys when it comes to pda.

✧ ^That said, they like to show you off- a lot. Showing pictures of you or the other boy to their coworkers and teammates is a favorite of theirs.

✧ Whatever hobbies you’re into, they like to sit and watch you do. Reading, cooking (with Osamu?😌), baking, art, music, video games, etc. They just love to watch you do your craft! You’re so supportive of them and their dreams, the things they love, they try to repay the favor any chance they get.

✧ Suna is definitely one to just sit his head on your lap or shoulder and listen to you talk all day about something you love <3

Tendo x Ushijima x Reader Poly!

✧ Tendo has a massive collection of hoodies and he loves it when you two wear them. It makes him so happy to see you guys in something that’s his, a physical symbol that you two want people to know you’re with him.

✧ Both very affectionate partners, in their own ways. vv

✧ ^Tendo wasn’t very fond of pda at first, more so he wasn’t comfortable with it because he thought you two would be embarrassed to be seen with him. Once he found out you two weren’t embarrassed of him and wanted to show others your relationship, he was all for it! Usually likes to hold your hands or lean on one of you.

✧ ^Ushijima is more subtle with his affection, not because he’s scared or embarrassed, just that he prefers to do it in private. He knows you two know he loves you, so he doesn’t really see the need to be all over you in public. But in private? That man is always hugging you or nuzzling into your shoulder- he’s like a giant teddy bear.

✧ Ushijima loves to do all the domestic shit with you two. Cooking, cleaning the house, running errands. He’s just a sucker for feeling like a lil family with his two cuties.

✧ Tendo loves to plan the dates! Though if you want to, he’ll gladly let you! He likes to plan little day adventures for the three of you, whenever Toshi doesn’t have practice or training!

✧ Tendo likes to have his nails painted by you, and Ushijima likes to watch you two <3

✧ Matching nails with Tendo??? Mhm😌

✧ Protective boyfies! Let’s be honest here, it’s unlikely you’re gonna have too many problems with these two giants standing next to you. But if there ever is one, they definitely scare off whoever is bugging you quickly.

✧ These two are some of the most comforting people on here. They both had their share of not so great things happen to them growing up, Tendo being bullied and Ushijima basically being treated like a brute. The two of them became really good at comforting people, knowing how it feels to not have someone there to comfort you when you needed it.

✧ They’re big on cuddling to begin with, but if you’re ever sad or stressed? Prepare for Tendo making a pillow fort and Ushijima baking your favorite treats. These two are incredibly supportive and comforting when you need them <3

✧ Ushijima once got so fed up with Tendo being a little brat, he threw him onto his shoulder and walked around the house like that for a good half hour. Tendo thought it was hilarious and so did you

✧ Speaking of, he seems to really enjoy carrying the two of you around at random times. Piggyback rides, bridal style, or just like a koala clinging to him, he loves it.

✧ Tendo can sense a mood change in the two of you like it’s nothin. Seriously, the guy just knows when something is bugging either of you.

✧ The boys definitely ask if they can get a pet when you move in together. Tendo has a long list of crazy animals and Ushijima keeps suggesting a hedgehog for some reason.

✧ Regardless of what you decide on, you know these two are going to treat your pet like their baby. They’re going to spoil tf outta that little fella. 100% Tendo takes a million photos of them everyday. Ushijima doesn’t baby talk, he just talks to them normally about random things like volleyball and it’s pretty comical.

✧ Visiting Tendo at his chocolatier shop! He usually has very long days, and gets extremely happy when you two pop in to see him. Please bring this baby some lunch or dinner, he’s not a big eater and often forgets too. He has pictures of the three of you in his office too <3

✧ Watching Ushijima’s games and practices! This boy can’t get enough of the praise you and Tendo offer him! He loves seeing you sport his jersey with his name on the back, and he says seeing you two in the stands at practice or during a game really helps his focus?

✧ If you’re someone who has a period, these two are so sweet and thoughtful to ya. Tendo always makes the best chocolate, and Ushijima is basically a walking heater, he runs you hot baths too! Both handle mood swings very well and always make sure the pain meds are stocked in the house. 10/10 boyfies

✧ Please let Ushijima have as many house plants as he wants. He loves them and names each of them, he’s let you and Tendo name some before too! Catch this big teddy bear talking to his plants while he repots or waters them and your heart will melt </3

Futakuchi x Shirabu x Reader Poly!

✧ Salty, sarcastic, teasy boyfies- if you’re easily flustered, prepare yourself, they are going to use it against you. Calling you nicknames and saying things they know will make you start to stutter at any chance they get. (Lookin at you, Futakuchi) (please don’t think I’m making fun of people with a stutter, I have one myself.)

✧ Very protective, though they may not show it as often as some others do. Someone messing with you? You bet they’re next to you in an instant- offering several sarcastic remarks and a menacing glare from Shirabu, Futakuchi throwing an arm around you and bending down to the creeps level to further the intimidation.

✧ Both very comforting partners, if you’re feeling anxious or upset they’ll gladly take you into a big cuddle pile. Petting your hair or cheek, and telling you all the sweet things they can think of to see you smile.

✧ ^ Shirabu picks up on your insecurities very easily, especially if they’re similar to his own, and helps you learn to cope with and improve your mental health. Futakuchi has a gift for comforting people, always knowing what to say to make you feel 100x better about yourself or anything that’s bugging you <3

✧ Let’s not even get into what they’d say or do to the person if someone hurt your feelings, let alone made you cry. We’ll leave that to your imagination.

✧ Very competitive with each other. They constantly play fight for your attention, making comments about who’s shirt you wore today or who you ate lunch with- but it’s all in good fun.

✧ Futakuchi is a sly bastard, he really loves to fluster and tease tf outta you and Shirabae. For example: When Jirou gets mad at Kenji, Futakuchi just calls him his pretty boy or compliments how cute he looks when he’s angry and Shirabu becomes a complete flustered, stuttering mess.

✧ Going to visit Shirabu at work and/or bring him lunch! He doesn’t like to admit it, but he really does appreciate when you two come to visit and eat with him, especially during long shifts where he doesn’t get to see or talk to you two very much. He always becomes a blushy mess, waving off his coworkers with a glare when they comment on it- or when Futakuchi points it out

✧ Going to watch Futakuchi’s games! He’s very open with his appreciation for the two of you coming to watch his games! Either of you wear an extra jersey of his and it’s game on. He’s mindful to ask if you’re okay with hugs after, since he’s usually pretty sweaty, though.

✧ Of the two of them, Shirabu is the more perceptive one. He can easily pick up on any of the changes in mood the two of you may have, and it makes it easier to solve any issues you may have, rather quickly.

✧ In your relationship, Shirabu also gets frustrated the easiest. Whether it be with himself or the stresses of work and school, he finds himself getting frustrated and overwhelmed rather easily.

✧ You and Futakuchi are masters at calming him down by now, pulling him into a cuddle with lots of affirmation and he feels better in no time, offering to help with his work and take a bit of the load off cheers him up quite a bit too.

✧ Your boys are both very loving and cuddly when sleepy.

✧ Both getting overwhelming soft when you’re being cute, they just start to overload. Whenever you do anything remotely adorable, they can’t help but dote on you. SOFT BOI HOURS

✧ HEAD PATS! That is all. :)

✧ Futakuchi is the type to kiss you hard during an argument while Shirabu is the type to sulk and then come over to you later that night asking to cuddle.

✧ Random hc, but Futakuchi’s car is a fucking mess, I just know it.

✧ Saw this somewhere else, but it fits him! Futakuchi says yes ma’am/sir with a huge shit eating grin.

✧ You three have a good system when it comes to planning dates, taking turns every week or so, although Shirabu tends to prefer slow days/nights at home, given his busy(er) schedule.

✧ Another random hc, but I think Futakuchi has some sort of energy drink addiction and Shirabu is constantly nagging him about cutting it out of his diet because he aggressively cares for that boy.

✧ “Stop drinking that, idiot. It’s bad for you.” “Aww, Jirou~ are you worried about me?” “Shut up,,”

♚ Hope you enjoyed our little collab! Go check out @tetsurocking ’s part on her page! Believe me- it’s good😭 be warned! It does have nsfw content! Mine was gonna but some of you can’t follow rules😤

Taglist: @sunalma @toworuu @lovie-and-co (for your boys😌)

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