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The Saga of Billy Boy Part 12 - Date Night
As Will and Clay’s new roommate, Frank has weaseled his way into Friday night’s date. Get ready for the foul stench of romance 😈 where you can find all parts of TSOBB
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Clay and I waited on the bench at the bus stop, as Frank leaned on the post looking out for the bus. I appreciated that this stop was in a busy area, so I had a chance to get a little fresh air and a break from having my face in Frank’s ass. Only a little, seeing that I was still face level with Bomber and he doesn’t care how many people are around.
PREEERRRRRT
A few people walking by either chuckled or plugged their nose as we were hit with another blast from Bomber. While I enjoyed these gifts, I hoped the bus would be here soon for Clay’s sake.
My wish came true as the bus approached. Clay and I stood up and Frank gestured for us to enter. “After you, Billy Boy,” he added with a wink.
When I climbed on the bus, I noticed Frank whisper something to Clay. Preoccupied, I found a spot on the bus and sat in the middle. The seat was a tight fit, so Frank and Clay each had to lay a leg over me. Fortunately, there was only people behind us, so no one could see how intimately we were sitting.
PRTRRRT
I felt a short but loud fart erupt from Clay. “Damn, Billy Boy!” Frank yelled loudly, plugging his nose, “can’t you hold it in until we’re off the bus?”
“It sure does stink, Willy.” Clay added, projecting for the whole bus to hear. My face grew red as I quickly put together their rouse. I placed my hands over my growing crotch.
BWRWWRBRWRWRWRWR
An even louder, brassy fart trumpeted for a whopping ten seconds. A feat that could only be achieved by Bomber. Clay could only cover his nose, leaning over to stifle laughter and coughing.
“I told you not to eat that burrito!” Frank chastised, ruffling my hair.
The charade continued until we arrived at the movies, receiving ugly looks and even some words from passengers as they left. I took a deep breath of movie theater popcorn as I led the group off the bus.
As we entered the theater, we realized we were the only ones there. As soon as we picked out our seats, Frank looked at me and Clay, “Billy Boy, hand that popcorn to Clay.”
I rolled my eyes, knowing where this was going. I turned to hand the popcorn to Clay; when I turned back, Frank was bent over with Bomber fully exposed. Frank grabbed my head and pulled it in.
BRRRRRRRT
“Bomber just wanted to give you a kiss before the movie. He’ll let you watch the show, but he’ll be sending you messages,” Frank jiggled his cheeks against my face. I gave a last big sniff before removing myself and sitting back down.
We all sat down, and Frank immediately christened his seat with a fart. In the five minutes before the trailers, Frank managed to fart over twenty times. The whole theater reeked of Bomber’s love.
As the trailers started, I realized I had to pee. I handed the popcorn to Clay and walked quickly to the lobby. When I returned, I found Frank in my spot next to Clay. Frank saw me and said “You didn’t think I’d do all that farting in my own chair?”
I started to cross to sit in the open seat next to Clay, but Frank grabbed my arm. “Bomber was warming that seat up for his sweetheart. You wouldn’t want to hurt his feelings.”
I gave in and sat down into Frank’s old spot. I immediately noticed a damp feeling in the cushion from all the farts Bomber unleashed. The smell radiated here more than ever and my boner raged on.
I noticed Frank and Clay whispering and giggling when I went to get some popcorn. As I started to pull away with a handful, Frank grabbed my wrist. He pulled my hand down to his ass and Bomber sprinkled my popcorn with a fart. I ate the popcorn, as the mix of aroma made for an odd experience. Frank farted on every handful of popcorn I got throughout the movie.
As the movie neared its end, I looked over to find Frank and Clay making out. Frank had each of his hands stroking their cocks. Frank slipped an eye open and saw me watching. “You know what you have to do if you want to get off too, Billy Boy.”
Understanding his order, I put my face between his legs while I slipped my cock out of my pants.
BRRRBBRBRBRBT
I sniffed vigorously as I felt Frank’s balls slap against my forehead. Frank continued to jack himself and Clay off, while I took care of myself.
BBRFPTPPRPRPORBRBRT
Another fart blasts my face forcing me to climax. I finish stroking and start to get up, but Frank forces my head back down.
BRRRRT BBRRRRRT BRBRBRBRBRBRBRBRT
Frank and Clay both begin to moan loudly as they cum. Frank covers your hair with his jizz. He begins rubbing it in, dissolving it as if it were hair gel. Frank proceeded to force me to lick up any other cum from myself and Clay.
The bus ride home was empty, so I sat alone as Frank and Clay stood in front of me. Every few seconds, one of them would pull my face in and rip a fart. Mostly Frank.
At home, we headed straight to the bedroom. The farts on the bus had my cock ready for round two. I laid down face up. Frank sat Bomber down onto my face; Clay sat on my stomach with his ass facing my cock. Each ass showered me in farts as I got off for a second time.
Exhausted, Frank and Clay joined me on each side to cuddle as we drifted to sleep.
That I dreamed I was back in the theater with Frank, Clay, Brad, Tony and all kinds of people I’d known in my life. As the screen lit up, I saw myself naked on my knees.
The audience burst out laughing, several people nearby pointing me out. “Tell me what you want Billy Boy” I recognized as Frank coming from off screen.
“I want to sniff your farts, Master Bomber.” I answered in the movie. I covered my face as the audiences laughter soared.
I peaked through my fingers as I saw Bomber come into frame. Makeup had been put on Bomber to make it appear like a woman’s face. The audience erupted as I begin making out with the lips.
BRBRBRBRBBRT
Movie me sniffs and kisses, getting deeper into the crack and covering myself in makeup. I look away from the screen to realize the men around me had stood up and several more were on their way, not a pair of pants in sight.
Recognizing each face, I saw the men of my life surround me. The last thing I remember is the dozens of asses blasting endless farts.
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you should take your sweater off first, pal
Day six of the Advent calendar!
Using this list. Day 6: Sweater Weather.
Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamie 1.1k[Ao3]
“What is the fucking point of all the ugly clothes you buy if you’re just going to steal mine?”
“I refuse to be lectured on fashion from someone who only wears things that are black and black adjacent.”
“This isn’t a lecture – that was clearly an irritated aside on a different complaint. The complaint being you are wearing my fucking sweater.”
“Well it’s cozy, innit! Ain’t my fault you only have clothes from fifty years ago and they don’t make things like they used to.”
Roy grunted. He wanted to argue that the state of fast fashion was not his fault and he should not be punished but, if he were being honest with himself – and he tried to do that more these days – seeing Jamie in his clothes wasn’t exactly a punishment.
“Well what are we going to do when your stupid shoulders stretch it out?”
“I assume you’ll thank whichever god you want for giving you a boyfriend with such massive and sexy shoulders.”
Roy growled. Jamie stuck his tongue out.
“Well seeing as the damage is already done, you can keep wearing that one.” Jamie preened. “But no more. I only have so many sweaters from 50 years ago, I’d like you not to disfigure the others.”
Jamie pouted. “Well what happens when this one don’t smell like your old man stink anymore? I mean there are worse fates for a jumper than to smell like Jamie Tartt, but it shouldn’t forget where it comes from.”
“It can’t remember anything, it’s a fucking sweater,” Roy said, rolling his eyes. “You can just say you like that it smells like me.”
Jamie shook his head. “Can’t say that. You’ll get a big head.”
“We have fucked in my trophy room, I already know you’re obsessed with me.”
“Says the man who wanked to a youtube compilation of Jamie Tartt’s best goals!”
“You were there too! You fucking helped!”
“Well I know I’m fit, why wouldn’t I get off to me?”
Roy pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re getting sidetracked.”
Jamie retreated further into the sweater, pouting at Roy with his chin tucked in the collar and the sleeves over his hands.
Roy sighed. “I will wear the sweater when it loses my smell so it smells like me again. Happy?”
It’s all fine until Roy is called into an emergency meeting with the fucking Diamond Dogs.
Jamie grinned. “I’ll be happier if you give us a cuddle. I’m still freezin’. Honestly, grandad, you’re stinking rich. You can afford to properly heat your house.��
“I’m filing a complaint with HR,” Roy said as soon as the Facetime call connected. “I shouldn’t be called into these after working hours.”
Ted made a ‘pshh’ sound. “Diamond Dogs ain’t work, Roy! I’d say we’re more pleasure than business.”
“Well that’s definitely a call to HR,” Trent said, smirking.
“Higgins might be asleep already,” Nate noted, rubbing his eyes. “Ted, did you forget the time difference?”
“Little bit, yeah” Ted winced. “I never did get the hang of doing it the other way. So used to thinking backwards than forwards.”
“It’s not that late,” Roy grunted. “Higgins just might be asleep because he’s got so many fucking kids. Not sure what Nate’s excuse is.”
“Fell asleep on the couch watching a film.” Nate explained, shrugging. “Didn't mean to. This call waking me up actually probably saved my back.”
“Well good!” Ted beamed. “And what a treat it is to see you all in your comfy clothes, too. Trent is that a blanket hoodie?”
Trent hummed. “Softest and warmest thing I’ve ever owned.”
“I’m more surprised by Roy,” Beard said, totally deadpan. “I’ve never seen you anything so ill fitting.”
Roy looked down to see he was wearing The Jamie Sweater.
He grunted. “Used to fit until Jamie stole it. fucking muppet stretched it all out.”
“He’s like a labrador that still thinks he’s a lap dog even after he gets big,” Ted mused, fondly. Roy snorted in agreement.
“Why not just give it to him if it doesn’t fit you anymore?” Nate asked.
“I did.”
Beard raised an eyebrow. “But you’re wearing it.”
Roy growled, crossing his arms.
“Well,” Trent said, appearing very much like the smug reporter he used to be. "Knowing what I do about borrowing boyfriend’s sweaters – both being a boyfriend whose sweater was borrowed and having borrowed sweaters from boyfriends – I’d say Roy is performing the standard smell return.”
Beard grinned, crossing his arms too. “You’re making the sweater smell like you again for your boyfriend.”
“Shut it,” Roy growled.
“Aw, now Roy, that’s sweeter than an immediate hotel room full of chocolate bars.”
Nate nodded. “Suite full of sweets toot sweet.”
Ted and Beard pointed at him.
“I’m hanging up,” Roy said.
“I’m here!” Higgins said, call connecting as he wheezed through some requisite howls. “What have I missed?”
“Mostly Roy and Jamie being shockingly wholesome as a couple,” Beard answered.
“Aw!” Higgins smiled.
When they finished their meeting, it was half ten, and Jamie was already in bed. They didn’t do 4am training anymore since Roy was manager, but Jamie did get up and train on his own most mornings before they headed into Nelson Road. Gave Roy more time for all the shitty boring manager paperowk he had to do now but it did mean more early nights.
“No,” Roy said “Fuck off enough about me." He let out a massive bark. “Ted, what the fuck is your problem?”
Early nights they spent together because they were surprisingly wholesome. Fuck Roy’s life.
Roy removed his trousers and crawled in next to him, Jamie immediately turning to nuzzle into his chest.
“Fucking Diamond Dogs saw what you did to my sweater and think we’re sweet now.”
Jamie snorted. “No amount of clothes sharing could make you sweet. You’re Roy fucking Kent. You’re a bitter old cunt and that’s why we love you.”
Roy hummed. “Bitter like unsweetened dark chocolate.”
“Bitter like stale coffee you keep in the back of the cabinet for the weirdos who don’t drink tea.”
Roy smiled, a small thing that he was sure Jamie could still see even with his eyes closed. “Thanks, babe.”
Jamie hummed, his hand running over Roy’s chest. “You know it’s about the same level of furriness with and without the sweater,” Jamie noted.
Roy rolled his eyes. “I hate you,” he said, kissing the top of Jamie’s head.
“I know,” Jamie answered on a happy sigh. “But you’re really bad at it.”.
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Faces in the Flames (18+)
Summary: On their way back to Clemens Point, Arthur and Maria encounter a gang they've never seen the likes of.
Word Count: 2,230
Tags: graphic descriptions of corpses, dialogue-heavy, violence, arthur x original female character
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Thick fog drowns the swamp in mist. Moonlight leaks through the tendrils of the weeping willows and brings forth skeletal shadows of the bald cypresses. All air is heavy with the stench of rotten eggs. Maria looks around. Dozens of eyes red and unholy poke up from the water. Mosquitoes keep time with the gnats and flies, the odd bullfrog, and she swats the air to keep them away from her face.
“Jesus, it’s creepy out here.”
“Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, we’re almost home.”
“Not really.”
“Y’ain’t gotta worry, I’ll keep you safe.”
“You always do. But that isn’t the point.”
“It ain’t?”
“No.”
“Okay, then what is it?”
“The point is I am this close to climbing in your saddle and staying there until we get home.”
Arthur laughs. “Well, you won’t get no complaints outta me.”
“Pff. Is that why you didn’t listen when I told you it was too late to travel?”
“Naw. I did it ‘cause I love hearin’ you chew my ear off.”
She raises her eyebrows and bends over her saddle horn in silent laughter, rising only to smack his arm. “I hate you.”
“Aw, ‘m only jokin’. But y’ain’t got nothin’ to worry about. ‘M always gonna keep y’ safe.”
“I know.” She reaches to place a hand on his thigh. She runs her thumb over him and smiles when he looks at her.
“Can’t say it weren’t worth it for that trip.”
She pulls away. “That’s true. As awful as this is, I’d do it again to fuck you on silk sheets.”
“We can always turn around.”
“Yes, when I can walk again, we can turn around.”
He laughs. “‘M-‘m sorry. I weren’t too rough was I?”
“No rougher than I asked for.”
His eyes flick to hers. He smirks, but she reserves her smile for the road.
“Y’ know, there was a time when fellers had t’ pay for that kinda—”
Ophelia whinnies, stomping in place as if there’s a fire at her feet. Maria wraps the reins around one fist and grips her saddle horn with the other. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy. Take it easy. What’s wrong with you?” Through the shushes and pats to her neck Ophelia calms down just enough to avoid bucking Maria, but when nudged forward, she won’t move.
“Think I could tell y’.”
Maria turns to Arthur, his eyes fixed ahead of them. A man hangs bloated and still as stone from a cypress branch. His head droops toward his bound hands, waxen skin grey and cold as a winter sky. One of his shoes lies on the grass beneath him and the naked foot has long since rotted, consumed by fly eggs and a callous buzz of insects.
“Jesus Christ.”
“Ain’t been here more than a couple days it looks like.”
“We should cut him down. See if he has any identification. He may have had a family.”
“Ain’t no business of ours. Poor bastard.”
“Arthur.”
Before he can protest she draws her pistol. A shot rings out as the body crumples down with an ugly thud. She dismounts. The man’s legs lie bent unnaturally beneath him. There’s a sweetness to the fetid odour of vomit and meat and the stink of shit clung to his trousers. Foam seeps from his nose and out past his protruded tongue. She buries her face in a handkerchief.
“Come on, leave it. We gotta get outta here.”
She squats and tries his vest pockets. An opened bottle of gin and a few coins are left in one pocket before she searches the other and pulls out a folded piece of paper.
if you find this i am dead
the Nite Folk haunted my dreams and now they haunt my waking hours too. I have tried to evade them but it is only a matter of time I feel before I am bested
the silence is overwhelming
pray for me
She doesn’t move.
“What is it?”
An arrow skims the bridge of her nose. She cries out, the burn immediate as another bolt pierces the air to take her hat with it and bring forth freakish hissing and a rush of bare feet from the trees, a trio of so-called men armed with machetes and clubs, their faces smeared in white paint and one’s naked torso slathered in blood with his bare teeth exposed as he hisses and chases after her.
Ophelia cries out and bolts to the other end of the road, Arthur’s mare just behind her after he dismounts and fires another round. One bullet punctures the stranger’s shoulder, another one his neck, but he raises the blade over his head and swings at Maria. She jerks away and lands on her rear, hands drowned to the wrist in mud as she kicks away. Blood, almost black in the moonlight, bubbles from his throat and spills down a rosary of human hair woven around his neck, tongue clicking in a manner only the others understand. She kicks. A bone snaps somewhere in the leg and he pauses, the whites of his eyes like distant moons when he swings the machete to catch the meat of her thigh. She lets out a pathetic sound, kicks again. He staggers to a knee without a sound and she fires her shotgun, closing her eyes against the splatter of teeth and blood. She fires again, though there’s nothing left to shoot at.
She holsters and claws at the mud to lift herself up. Both who went after Arthur lie dead in the road. She stumbles toward him with fire pulsing through her leg and hollers for Ophelia.
“C-creepy bastards. Jesus, y’alright?”
“I’m fine. Let’s just get the fuck out of here.”
Ophelia trots down the path and rears when she steps over one of the men. Maria hobbles next to her and mounts with some difficulty, not daring to look at the thing by her feet as Arthur whistles for his mare.
“Y’ sure you’re okay—?”
Maria whips her head to the trees. Torches bob not thirty feet behind them, another four, maybe five heads of caramelized rags amid hissing and clicking and the squelch of toes in mud. She watches them, her entire body tense in a war against itself to move, but all she can do is stare at the sickly parade of white faces seemingly born from the flames.
A gunshot. She looks at Arthur, unshaken with a snarl on his face before he fires again. An arrow lands in a tree trunk.
“Let’s go.”
Another arrow whizzes by her head and she digs her heels in the stirrups, urging Ophelia toward Rhodes with Arthur right beside her.
A defeated screech emerges from the fire and demands life of the swamp, Arthur and Maria’s vision clouded by the tattered apparitions of the Spanish moss, their faces assaulted by weeping willow limbs, everything like great beings from hell that scratch and snap at their heels until the swamp is so far behind them it’s like the remnants of a bad dream.
By the time they reach Clemens Point sweat leaks from their mares’ chests down their legs. Maria pats the side of Ophelia’s neck, whispers words of encouragement, but she tosses her head in the crownpiece until she’s hitched by the water trough.
Maria stumbles off and inhales through her teeth when she lands on the grass.
“Sweetheart, y’ okay?”
She hobbles to her tent without an answer.
Arthur sighs and flicks his eyes to the shadow in his periphery. Kieran lugs a saddle toward Taima and hoists it on her back with a small grunt.
“O’Driscoll.”
“Evenin’, mister.”
“Y’ mind givin’ our horses a look at? May o’ pushed ‘em a bit too hard comin’ back here.”
Kieran shuffles over with a look of concern that only worsens when he sees the mares. “Oh, Arthur. What’d ya do to ‘em?”
“I know, I know. Can y’ help?”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Thank y’.”
He makes his way to the firelight shadows that stretch behind the cinched maroon fabric of Maria’s tent, pitched just beside his. Arthur shakes off his jacket and drops it onto his clothing trunk. Peels off his overshirt. His pants and boots. He pinches the fabric of his union suit and tries to fan himself dry but eventually relents, tucking a clean one under his arm as he steps into the night.
The stench of blood chokes him on the way into Maria’s tent. Her clothing lies abandoned — the front of her pants, her shirt soaked crimson. She stands with one foot on an upturned bucket and runs a rag down her naked leg, her camisole and bloomers spread like dead birds at her feet. He watches her glide the rag to one of her breasts.
“Hey.”
“What’re y’ doin’?”
“Bathing.”
“How many a’ those you gonna take? Y’ just had one ‘fore we left Saint Denis.”
“Yeah, well, that was before I was covered in shit.” She bends to wring out the cloth and clutches her thigh.
“Sweetheart, let me see.”
“I’ll be fine.”
He sighs. “Am I gonna have t’ tie y’ to the bed?”
She limps to her cot. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” she says as he kneels in front of her, lifting her calf with both hands to bring her foot atop his leg. The wound isn’t as deep as he feared. It stretches across the width of her thigh and smells faintly of whiskey, already disinfected.
“Y’ should wrap it.”
She reaches into her nightstand and hands him a roll of gauze and a small pair of scissors for him to wrap strip after strip around her leg, tucking it in on itself. “Thank you…w-what?”
He frowns at another cut, deeper than the first and curled across the bridge of her nose. She touches it. “Oh. Yeah, I know. It should be okay. I cleaned it, so all we can do now is let it heal.”
He doesn’t answer.
She looks at him, and in the silence spots the exact moment his eyes glass over with blame. She grazes the scar on his nose with a small smile, her voice quiet. “Now we match.”
“I ain’t ever wanted y’ to match all my scars.”
“Oh, me neither,” she says, and it gets a laugh out of him.
She sighs. “Arthur, I’m sorry. I should have left him there. Those things were just waiting for us.”
“S’okay. We got outta there.”
“I almost got us killed.”
“They was probably gonna ambush us anyway. Folk like that are jus’ waitin’ for folk like you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He grins. “Kind folk. Yer an easy target.”
“You mean a sucker,” she says, and when he grins a little wider she laughs and smacks his arm. “Go to hell.”
“Ha. Well, I told y’ to leave him.”
“Yes, and for once, you were right.”
He scoffs but doesn’t say anything else, the two of them smiling through a quiet moment born and lost in the breeze.
“Arthur?”
“Mm?”
“Arthur, will…will you stay with me tonight?”
“‘Course I will.”
Her eyes sink to the goosebumps on her thighs. “Thank you.”
“Hey. Look at me. S’over now.”
“I know.”
“Then how come y’ look like y’ just seen a ghost?”
She scoffs. “Maybe we did.”
He gently brings her foot to the grass and puts his hands on his thighs, rising with a grunt. “Y’ been spendin’ too much time in them books o’ yours.” He walks to her clothing trunk and pulls out a clean nightgown. “What’s it called?”
She smiles and takes it. “Dracula. And he’s not a ghost, he’s a vampire.”
“S’all the same to me.”
“It is not the same. You can kill a vampire, Arthur.” She slips her arms through the lace sleeves. “You can’t kill what’s already dead.”
He unbuttons his union suit. “Good thing they ain’t real then.”
“And how do you know what’s real?”
“I ain’t ever seen one. And you ain’t ever seen one neither.”
She opens her mouth to speak but blushes instead, the dampened legs of his union suit peeled down his calves and discarded next to her underthings. He unfurls his clean one and navy fabric tumbles to his feet, a smirk on his face when he quirks a brow over his shoulder.
“Whatchu lookin’ at?”
She rests her elbows on her knees, cradles her chin in her open palms. “The scariest thing I’ve seen all night.”
“Yeah, y’ should see me up close.”
“That was always my favourite view.”
“Guess you’ve officially lost yer mind then.”
“That I did,” she says, and they smile at each other.
It doesn’t take long to assemble a makeshift bed on the grass—a bear pelt, her pillows, a worn out blanket that lost its colour years ago. She sinks onto it first, patting the space beside her before he turns out the lantern.
He barely lifts the blanket over his frame before she curls next to him, an arm draped over his stomach so she can lay on his chest, and when he presses his stubbled chin to the crown of her head she knows he’s smiling.
“G’night, darlin’.”
She hums long and high, fingers working the button just below his navel. “You know I’m just gonna open these again, right?”
He chuckles. “Y’re already takin’ too long.”
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Wave 1 Clawdeen Wolf Diary
*kindly sent in by @fedorasquidwithglasses*
July 14th
I got up late so there was no hot water left then I cut myself shaving this morning cause my razor was dull and I was in a hurry to get out of the freezing water but amazingly enough the day actually went down hill from there… Later on Crescent, the alpha kitty, must have sensed my mood cause instead of spending the night prowling around her curled up in my lap and kept me company while I sorted through my funk.
July 15th
It rained today. I hate the rain. It totally caused my hair to poof out and I was not about to spend the rest of the day looking like a were-poodle. So I grabbed a pair of electric clippers and 15 minutes later I had new ‘do. It’s short, scary cute and perfectly wolfish. I think I’ll keep it for a while or at least until this rain goes away. I have decided that when I control my own fashion empire I’m going to have a stylist on call just for rainy days.
August 4th
I hate, hate, hate! Sharing a room with my sister. Howleen totally growls in her sleep, she wears my clothes and she got sprayed by a skunk last week which means that every time she takes a bath, which isn’t often, it stinks up the whole room. I’d hope she gets fleas but she’d just spread them to me.
August 7th
I’ve got to get serious about planning what I’m going to wear on the first day of school this year. I mean it’s not like I’m worried about some monster showing up and looking more fabulous than me but I feel obligated to set the bar for everyone else. Last year on the first day of school I caused a minor traffic jam just walking across the school parking lot. Its going to be hard to top that but I’ve been experimenting with some new hair styles and I’m considering just asking for a school assembly so that crowd control won’t be a problem.
August 10th
I tried a new hair remover made especially for werewolves. The label says it will totally eclipse unwanted hair and it’s supposed to keep you hair-free for a week…not. It’s expensive, it stings worse than wolfs bane and I still have to shave twice a day! What a rip…I could have used that money for a new belt.
August 15th
Spent the day at Draculaura’s. She’s the absolute sweetest BMFF ever! Although if she doesn’t stop trying to feed me tofu I’m going to bite her j/k ;p. She has like rooms and rooms of clothes. It’s like a fashion museum. So awesome! She always says that we’re going to pick out clothes to give Ghoul Will but she always gives most of them to me. I pretend I don’t need them but with so many brothers and sisters it’s not like there’s a lot of extra money to go around for new fashions. I guess we must have gotten a little loud though cause we woke up her dad. He doesn’t really like werewolves very much but he tolerates me cause I’m friends with Draculaura. Whatever. It’s not like I want to hang out with him either. Anyway, the best thing about Draculaura is that she doesn’t give me clothes because she feels sorry for me, she does it because she’s my friend.
August 19th
When to The Maul with Clawd today. He needed a new football and I needed to get some ideas for my next hair style. While I was there I saw the strangest thing. I was walking past the Witches Kitchen supply store and saw Deuce Gorgon reading a cookbook! I yelled “Yo Deuce, trying to find a recipe for snake?” He dropped the cookbook and looked all embarrassed; at least I think he was. It’s hard to tell what’s going on behind those glasses. I think he would have tried to stone me but Clawd walked up and Deuce chilled. Sometimes it’s cool to have the toughest guy in the school on your side. Thanks bro!
August 21st
If I were a mad scientist, the hairstyle experiment I tried today would be locked away in the lab never to see the light of day again. I flat ironed my hair so it was straight and then I razor cut it. As soon as the curl came back things got ugly. Even Howleen felt sorry for me. It’s a good thing I’m the werewolf equivalent of Rapunzel and my hair will be grown out by the end of the week or I’d be wearing a hat until Halloween.
August 23rd
Draculaura tried to talk me into trying out for the Fearleading squad again. Puhh..leeze. A list of why I’m not a fearleader:
1. I don’t “try out” for anything.
2. I wouldn’t be caught human in those uniforms.
3. -8. Boring and Cleo de Nile
4. While they’re yelling for the boys I’m in the stands flirting with the boys.
5. Boring and Cleo de Nile
I have thought about trying out just to show I could make the team but then I look at my list again and it reminds me why I don’t’ want to.
August 25th
Hung out an the Maul with Draculaura and met a new girl named Frankie Stein. She was shopping with her mom and fortunately for Frankie they ran into us. Otherwise she would have started the first day of school dressed like the Bride of Lame-n-stein. Frankie’s beautiful, and sweet but bit naïve. Fortunately, I’m here to make sure she gets properly educated in the ways of the fierce fashionista.
September 5th
Our annual End of Summer family boo-b-que was today. Mmmmm… fat juicy steaks for everybody. Except for Draculaura of course. She brought tofu dogs, veggie burgers and a human boy named Jackson Jekyll. She’ll always be my BMFF and the sweetest monster ever but ghoulfriend makes some strange choices. Anyway, I could tell he was really nervous, and what human surrounded by werewolves wouldn’t be, until Clawd started talking about football and then the two of them kinda hit it off. I think Draculaura is major league crushing on this guy.
September 6th
I know most monsters are probably dreading starting school but not me. I want to learn as much as I can so that I’ll be totally prepared when I start building my fashion empire. If for nothing else than to be able to move out of the house and get my own place without having to share everything with all my brothers and sisters. Oh no! I think I smell Howleen in the shower! Why couldn’t I have been an only wolf?
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*everyone minus Sasori and Deidara in the living room*
Hidan: So can someone explain to me why the fuck we’re doing this again?
Konan: To help.
Kakuzu: Because sitting and watching costs no money.
Kisame: It’s part of Sasori-san and Deidara-chan’s marriage therapy.
Itachi: Yes, they each take on the role of each other, so that they can see how they’re perceived by the other.
Tobi: It’ll be fun! Like going to the movies!
Hidan: So we’re sitting here watching them play dress-up? Fuck this; I’ve got better things to do with my time, dickheads.
Zetsu: Agreed; we could be eating.
Nagato: Not another word from either of you. We’re their friends, so we’re doing this. Understood?
Hidan and Zetsu: *grumble and reluctantly nod*
*Sasori comes out of his room; he has on a long blonde wig and he’s painted mouths/tongues on both hands*
Sasori, changing his voice: Hey everyone, it’s me, Deidara, hm. My absolutely stupid ideas about true art being an explosion has caused me and my endlessly patient partner Sasori to have more failed missions than any other team in the group, because I can’t control my childish urge to blow up any and everything of importance. I speak unnecessarily loudly to make sure everyone hears my unhinged, immature, completely inane ideas. HM.
The others:
*Deidara comes out of his room, his long hair tied up tight underneath a short red wig, with lines painted around his mouth to give himself a more wooden appearance*
Deidara, changing his voice: It’s me, Master Sasori, ruler of puppet-land. I never listen to anything Deidara has to say because I’m always right, all the time, about everything, because although I may be short I clearly have the bigger balls … *lets a pair of ping pong balls and a small stick drop from his cloak* Ooops; there goes another set! Oh well, can always make some more! I talk infuriatingly slowly because I think it makes me sound smarter, but in reality it just makes me sound like a boring old geezer!
Sasori: My clay sculptures all look the EXACT SAME but I lose my temper if Sasori can’t distinguish individual differences in what’s basically a copy and paste process, HM.
Deidara: My puppets are horribly outdated and the process to make even ONE is so long that I spend days and days working on the same thing until it makes me cranky, and then when my husband who loves and cares about me tries to get me to take a break, I just tell him he’s being too needy and ignore him.
Everyone:
Sasori: You think you’re so clever, don’t you, you stupid brat? That sounds nothing like me!
Deidara: I sound more like you than you do me, hm! And where the hell did you get that ugly, insulting wig?? My hair is NOTHING like that!
Sasori: And MY hair is a stinking red mop?? Fuck you.
Deidara:
Deidara, in Sasori’s voice: I’M the one who does the fucking, brat.
Sasori:
Sasori, in Deidara’s voice: Okay, old man; take me into your lab and show me your new attachments, hm!
Deidara and Sasori: *kiss and walk off together*
Everyone:
Hidan:
Hidan: *stands up and makes his voice deep and rough* Oi, I’m Kakuzu, and -
Kakuzu: *smacks Hidan over the head* Don’t even think about it, asshole.
#sasodei#deisaso#sasori x deidara#the akatsuki#sasori#deidara#hidan#kakuzu#konan#tobi#nagato#kisame#itachi uchiha#zetsu#❤️💛#💛❤️
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𝐍𝐎. 𝟏𝟑: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥 / NAKAWE PALACE, NAKAWE, 1935
❧ 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 / 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.
Land, a simple four letter word, looms large in Rowena’s mind when she enters Nakawe Palace. The massive complex thrums with the activity of statecraft—being, as it is, alive with hundreds of legislators and administrators and aides keeping Uspana itself animated. Though one of the regal edifices lining Nakawe’s waterfront, its elegant outside conceals an interior maze of offices and chambers. However, it is not the physical land of the palace which tends to concern her. Instead, it’s parcels of land in far-flung parts of the country—those which everyone inside seems to whisper about incessantly.
In Uspana, land means something the way flesh means something. “It is part of us,” Zuriñe told her once. Fistfuls of rich soil had blackened her hands as she spoke. Where had they stood that day? It was somewhere pastoral, she recalled. Rowena asked who she counted among ‘us,’ but Zuriñe only laughed like a barking dog as she walked away. Rowena understood, in truth, better than the ignorance she liked to wear would indicate. She had been to the sacred places, ones in Uspana but also back home. How many times had her father taken her upstate, turned to her, and remarked, “See, they took it from us, but what we did was take it back!” Those memories resonated far more with her these days.
As whispers suggest a great and ugly taking to be now underway in Uspana, Rowena wonders if the actual problem for these wrinkled men with gravelly voices is that they are not the ones leading the charge.
TRANSCRIPT:
{Indistinct conversations.}
[?] ... the Bancrofts, is what I meant to say. I think that ...
[R] Again?
[?] You agree, do you not? It’s a horrible mess.
[?] Without a doubt. I would be more cautious either way, but something about foreign money and royal connections simply ... stinks.
[?] Rotten business, yes. One does not need to see it to know.
[?] Precisely. I heard from someone in the administration that ...
[?] That is just about the permits! Little wonder why the voters gave Rique the boot and veered left. Preventable.
[?] They are all hemorrhaging credibility now. Everyone knows Melchor was just waiting for the opportunity to be corrupted.
[?] Fernando made it easy for him.
[?] Well, only with Alfonso’s help.
{Both laugh.}
[?] Lunch on the patio?
[R] {Huffs.}
[R] What’s bothering you, lover?
[A] Speech-writing. For that public address next week.
[R] Oh, I thought you all had people for that. Have you tried using
the typewriter? Or, perhaps, a pen?
[A] I do not have a chuckle for you today, unfortunately.
[R] Pooh. Defeated by some empty pages, are we?
[A] This is serious.
[R] I am being serious. Everyone listens when you speak because it invariably comes from your heart. The heart always says the right thing, if you let it. Yours, especially.
[A] Good advice.
[R] I can’t seem to figure out how to use it, so you might as well have it.
[R] Now, hands off, we’re late for dinner!
#;long post#ts4 story#ts4 legacy#ts4 royalty#ts4 historical#sims 4 story#sims 4 legacy#sims 4 royalty#sims 4 historical#ts4 royal legacy#ts4 royal family#royal sims#sims 4 history#sims 4 royal story#sims 4 royal legacy#reyes.story.post
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PSA to my Ladies and Gentlemen
Mainly gentlemen cuz it seems like any gender identity has more rights than you lately.
Okay, so… I might get some back lash for this but idc it’s fair.
4+ of my Male BDSM Lifestyle friends have brought to my attention about how they’ve been bullied, harassed, discriminated against, sexualized, and/or blocked/reported/banned. This is fucked up
Can we stop the whole “equality”act when a lot of you have DNI’s that are just as discriminating as the ones you’re trying to “stop.”
Can we be honest about the fact that when we’re reblogging on tumblr, most of us aren’t actually going to your blog to read your pinned post, about your DNI’s, before reblogging and it’s not to specifically disrespect you as a person.
How about messaging people to take down your post and then blocking them, for liking your content.
Or fantasizing and sexualizing about a male simply for their content and wanting to call them Dominant pet names like “Daddy” when they’re NOT in a BDSM DD/lg relationship with you.
As an LGBTQ+ feminist, whom actually stands for and wants equality for ALL…stop bullying men just for their gender, because you have things to work through. Not ALL men are out to get you and people need to stop discriminating against “cis” straight / LGBTQ+ white, black, yellow, brown, green, purple, etc males simply because they identify as such. No one likes being attacked for existing by other people who are breathing on this earth and trying to survive just as much as you are.
Talk about being kind?! Pff, most of y’all don’t even know the meaning of the word with how ugly and entitled you are to treating humans you know nothing about but are too defensive try. Everyone has an ugly truth, and your shit still stinks too.
Respectfully…get tf over yourself and stop the hatred.
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Pretty
I don’t put much stock in astrology, when I was a teen I’d read my horoscope and embrace it if it was positive or scoff if it was a dire warning or required any soul searching. Same with fortune cookies. I believe the ones that say something wonderful is about to happen but toss the slips that offered an omen of any type. Nonsense. BUT, read any description of a Libra (that’s me) and it will drive home the fact that people born under that star sign crave beauty. We want our world to be pretty. We want our homes, our gardens, our meals, our lives to be pretty. It’s true. “They thrive on making things orderly and aesthetically pleasing. They also crave balance, and they can be equally as self-indulgent as they are generous.” Is it true? Who knows? I do know that it applies to me - and whether that has anything to do with how the planets and stars were aligned when I was born, I can’t confirm. I was born under a libra sun with a bad moon rising (if you get that joke-hello, boomer!) and I want everything from my fingernails to my bath mats to be pretty. It’s almost an obsession. Here’s the thing, it won’t bother me one bit if your home is filled with mismatched, purple and orange corduroy furniture paired with black velvet paintings of dolphins and unicorns. It doesn’t affect me, it’s not my space. Don’t care. But an ugly corner of my home will eat away at my soul. Isn’t that silly? I know it is, but I still give the stink eye to a patch of grass that won’t fill in or a throw pillow that isn’t quite the right color or shape that I wanted. There’s so much in my life about which I shrug and say, “Eh, close enough”, but a napkin that doesn’t compliment the plate at dinner will bother me. Not at your house, only at mine. I should probably take a pill for that.
Anyway, because I have no self-control when it comes to trying to beautify things and that trait battles with my inner cheapskate, I buy stuff like this.
You guys...for less than $10 I turned the grandgirl’s vanity into a scene fit for a Disney princess.
Because it was inexpensive it left a bit to be desired. I think it’s meant to be snug up to a ceiling, so some of those branches end abruptly. No big deal, I slapped a bird or a butterfly over the most obvious spots. We’ll just pretend a storm snapped off the rest.
The decals came on a big sheet without instructions, but they were easy to apply. The trickiest part was just figuring out what went where. I stuck all the pieces up with Scotch tape and made sure that it looked right before I peeled the backing off and smoothed it onto the wall. Easy peasy. They’re also easy to remove without ruining the paint - you can rearrange if needed. If you look very closely you can see the edges, but it’s not noticeable on the wall.
The grandgirl will like it, and when she outgrows it I’ll be glad that I didn’t invest a fortune. And it makes one more corner of my world pretty (deep, satisfied sigh).
Know what’s not pretty? Parts of the landscaping that I worked so hard on - my double bout with COVID happened to coincide with some scorching weather. Some things were neglected. The hanging basket that I’d been watering every day bit the dust. My beautiful, blue hydrangea, which is also a thirsty plant, looks weak. The tomatoes are absolutely out of control (bumper crop, but I haven’t done any pruning!). One tomato plant broke in a storm. I mourned it and moved on - my main concern right now is my pumpkin plants which are thriving. Luckily, we’re just a couple of days from August and my attitude is that it is what it is. I snapped this a couple of days ago with my dried up hanging basket front and center and empty planters hanging on the porch railings.
It kills my Libra vibe, but that’s okay. I’m already imaging those planters filled with autumn kale, mums, and mini pumpkins. I’m over this summer and won’t waste another minute worrying about summer blooms. We did pretty good considering we started from scratch.
See that front door? We’re going to replace it. It’s pretty, but it’s really, really cheap and feels like a toddler in a bad temper could bust through it. Not that we live in fear of home invasions or FBI raids, but it would be nice to go on vacation knowing that a strong wind won’t blow your door in. So, what color should we choose? I’d love a pink door, mostly because it would delight the grandgirl, but also as an homage to my Grandma Ethel who had a sweet, pink house. I’m not sure pink is the best choice for a front door though. Red? Charcoal, like the shutters? A nice, crisp black? I lean toward black - it would look good in every season, whether the porch in jewel tones for autumn or bright with a Christmas wreath and icicle lights. Am I putting way too much thought into a front door? Yes. You don’t even want to know the mental and emotional gymnastics I’m suffering over kitchen cabinet colors. Oh my gosh, what if it’s not pretty?!?
Okay, I’m shutting up. I’m going to go fold some towels the wrong way and stick a gray hanger in the middle of all of my pink hangers in the closet. Isn’t that how allergy shots work? Introduce a little bit of what makes you sick and let the body learn to resist it? Yep, I’m on it. Just as soon as I straighten that basket and fluff a pillow...
Stay safe, stay well, stay wacky.
XOXO,
Nancy
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I think almost all human conflict greater than fighting over the thermostat or pineapples on pizza is so fucking useless.
I know it’s the coldest take on the goddamn earth that war is bad, but it brings a RIGHTEOUS FUCKING FURY to me to think of any of a litany of examples I could bring up and just ponder the amount of life lost for USELESS BULLSHIT.
Call me a wannabe commie bastard or whatever ugly names there are out there, but we live in a society that is still wildly outpacing even Cornucopian projections for technological growth in an exponential human race. We could solve so much shit if we SET DOWN OUR GODDAMN GUNS FOR ONCE AND FIGURED IT OUT.
Countries squabbling over territory and resources, states vying for deals or legislation that favors them, hell, even individuals fighting one another over this tiff or that!
We all can’t seem to fucking FIGURE IT OUT and it’s SO FUCKING STUPID BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS RIGHT THERE.
I’ve got no point to this, but while we’re here, how can the soulless, spineless goddamn politicians in Washington look up at a conflict or a brewing war and go, “yeah, send our boys over, let them spill their blood in their OWN righteous fury over a problem that’s not theirs. Let’s waste billions in taxpayer dollars to fill my pocket because a company is profiting off of this and is generously donating to my ad campaigns to keep me in office longer, and while I’m here, LET ME BUY INTO THE FUCKING ‘DEFENSE’ STOCKS SO I CAN MAKE A FEW MORE GODDAMN BUCKS HERE AND THERE WHEN THEY SKYROCKET BECAUSE I’M ORDERING A DEAL TO DOUBLE DOWN!!”
It’s bullshit. It’s a hunk of crap. It is a monolithic pillar of feces that stretches past the edge of our atmosphere, and it fucking STINKS.
I’m sick. Sick and tired, and angry and pissed, and mad and done with it.
I wish I had more of a point. I wish I were more eloquent. I wish that my words could be heard, that my prose could be spread, and above all else, I wish I could convince the soulless worthless sacks of shit that call themselves human to step down and let us all do something worthwhile for EVERYONE for once.
Or hell, just stop pissing on everyone I care about, for once.
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OH OH OH
Guess who had a breakdown because someone admitted they found them attractive?
So, Loverboy and I quite literally were having on and off sex. We were fwb. Literally. So today, he and I were talking and he casually just said “you’ve been very tempting lately” like !!!!! He cut off the benefits to work on himself but he’s still in my life and I know he has a high sex drive, we’ve talked about that. And I have such low self esteem I have such a hard time believing anyone finds me attractive, ESPECIALLY the ones I find attractive because of the constant “you’re ugly” “you stink” “you’re gross” I got when growing up…But this man, who I had slept with and kissed and groped and loved on so many times…told me he’s been tempted lately. Btw, his family was very religious growing up, his father was a fucking priest, so him saying it like that was very funny to me, even tho he’s not religious anymore.
Anyways. Because I’ve been so depressed the past few months, even more so since the cut off with Loverboy, him saying this to me broke me. I started crying and sobbing and I had to sit on the floor in a ball and try to handle it. And he told me that I deserve love and happiness and I’m enough and I’m worth it and told me I’m adorable and pretty and beautiful and it was so painful. Like
Hearing that from someone you’ve never been with but find attractive is flattering. Someone you are with is nice :) it’s a good reassurance. But someone you’ve been with and are no longer with but are still down bad for??? OOF . Devastating. Like the depression and the fact that we’re no longer fwb, we’re just friends, was not going to hear it. I was so violently upset and insecure even tho what broke me was him TELLING ME HE FINDS ME ATTRACTIVE AND HAS WANTED TO GO BACK TO THAT LATELY. Like it doesn’t even make sense why that triggered something???? It’s contradictory tbh.
And we almost hung out later but my head hurt from all the crying and it had made me tired physically and mentally(yet here I am, 4am, awake) that I couldn’t. He then texted me a little later and said he appreciate the short time we did hang out. And I apologized for not staying longer but bc the breakdown n stuff. And he told me he accepts me and values me and of course my stupid brain was like idk why I’m a mess and he was like “even if you are a ‘mess’” like he said he still values me. And of course I told him I value and accept him too and he said almost the same thing, like “idk why but thanks”
Whyyyyyy are these emotions happening to meeeeee
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Chapter Twenty-Two
She follows him down the ladder, only to find him sitting on a bed, his head in his hands. "Jack, are you alright."
He runs his palms over his eyes, and meets her gaze, "What are you doing, Sophie?"
"Worrying about my brother." She approaches the bed, and sits beside him, "What's wrong?"
She reaches for his hand, and he grips hers tightly, "Man, I didn't expect this to be this hard."
"You've done this before, right?"
"Yeah. They were this this bad. It's just, John, he deserved better. His son, who even knows if he's alive. Not to mention, I know what it's like to be thrown from your own time."
"When are you from exactly? I know you wear a coat from the 1940's, but you also talk like some one from the future."
"51st century." He holds up the Vortex Manipulator that's attached to his wrist, "Some things happened, this malfunctioned, and I ended up trapped in the 1800's. Lived from then to here."
"So you're a man out of time as well." She wraps her arm around his shoulder, and he leans in.
"Yeah," he sighs. "I just, I need a minute. I'll be alright then."
She pulls away, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to impose, I just thought..." she trails off, standing to leave.
Jack grabs her wrist, "No, uh, you can stay. You're actually a pretty grounding presence."
"Really," she smiles, sitting back down beside him. "I've been called annoying, bratty, ugly, a b*tch, but never grounding before."
He starts, "Who called you ugly? I will literally shoot them."
Sophie chuckles, "Well, if you're gonna murder people, I probably shouldn't tell you."
He grabs her round the waist, and pulls her tight to his side, "Like I said, grounding. Now we should head back out. Things to do."
*Later that Evening*
Throughout the day, Jack shows her around the rest of the Hub, and she gets a good idea of where everything belongs. Eventually, everyone starts to trickle out, and Jack sighs, letting her know that she can head out as well.
Just as she arrives back at her hotel room, her phone starts to ring. She sighs, and flips her mobile open. "Hello?"
"Sophie?" Emma's voice asks.
"Emma, hey, what's wrong?" she asks, as she turns to exit the hotel once again.
"Could you, maybe come here?"
"Already on my way."
***
She walks into the hostel, and hears Emma's voice in the little dining room. She walks into the doorway, and places a hand on Emma's shoulder.
John frowns from his place at the table, as he sets two plates down, "I don't see why she got you involved."
Sophie shrugs, "She was upset."
"She was drinking."
"I only had half a glass," she argues, pleading with Sophie.
"Enough to make a show of yourself. We're not meant to draw attention to ourselves. We're not the same as them. We can't trust anyone."
Sophie sighs, "I don't see anything wrong with it. It's perfectly legal for her to drink. In fact, it sounds like she was making friends." Then she turns to the girl, "Will you be alright now, Emma?"
"Don't worry," John scoffs, "I won't let her out of my sight again."
He pulls out his seat at the table, gestures for Emma to sit down. She crosses her arms, "I don't like liver."
"Sit down, young lady, and be grateful for what you're given."
"And why should I listen to you?" Sophie knows she should say something, but she also feels as if Emma is right. She's been snapped out of her own time, with two random strangers. She places a hand on Emma's arm, and gives it a light squeeze. "Only my dad gets to talk to me like that, and I'm never going to see him again, am I? Or my mum, or my best friend, or my dog. And I miss them. And I hate this filthy, stinking place!" Emma shouts, as tears begin to leak out of her eyes. She rushes out of the room toward her room in the hostel, and Sophie sighs.
She follows her down the hall, knocking lightly at the door, "Emma, may I come in?" She hears a quiet voice say yes, and she enters the room. Emma is sprawled out in her bed, tears trailing down her face. "Hey," she smiles, and sits down on the corner of the bed, "This is a lot. I know how hard it can be to lose everyone special to you."
The girl sits up, tear streaks down her cheeks, "How could you possibly know? It's not as if you were torn from your own time."
Sophie sighs, leaning against the wall, "I, uh, you're right. I haven't been pulled from my own time, but that doesn't mean I don't know what you're going through. She leans her head back against the wall, "I don't normally tell people this, but," she takes a deep breath, "I lost both of my parents when I was just a girl, five years of age. I grew up in a care home." She blinks, trying not to cry. Emma places a hand on her shoulder, "More recently though, I lost my roommate, one of my oldest friends. So, when I say I know it can be hard losing those you love, I'm not joking."
Emma looks at her, pity in her eyes. Sophie shakes her head, and pushes herself back to her feet, "If you want, you can come stay with me for the night. Jack got me a nice hotel room closer to the center of the city."
Emma smiles, and nods, grabbing her bag.
They stop on the walk over to the hotel, and grab some food. Once they reach the room, Sophie tosses her bag onto the bed on the far side of the room. Emma smiles, and sets her bag down on the other bed.
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TEA AND CRACKERS
PRAYER AT ‘ROCK AND ROLL BLUES’
Some of us are dead.
Some of us still breathing.
There is sun in the air
But it stinks of bad Karma
I wanted it to be easier
I thought I found my words
I have lost almost everything
And I carry this wound in my heart.
It’s bleeding out and crying
There is nothing I can do
I’m getting them cold scars
On my feet and hands
Of heavy chains and plenty of insanity
This is it. Here I am.
A question mark underneath
Blue skies and a sun full of teeth.
It’s sun outside and bathing
I’ve been living in a cube for a long time
It’s full of joy
Small and pretty to react
But drowning in the smell of numbness
A chemical disaster
I never seem to overcome
Dear reality,
Have you lost faith?
Or are you trying to play a game?
Are you still breathing?
This is for me
So I know where my feet stand
I have been poisoned
It’s all pointless,
It’s a never ending paradise
All the wounds are in my heart
So much on my heart
And mediocrity
I’d give to her all I have
I’d take her anywhere
I’ll love her until the day I die.
Forgive my words if it’s too much
Forgive me.
JUST US...
I think I fell in love
With a shadow, a whisper in my hair
So delightful like the wind swinging it by.
My skin turns pale with chills
Like honey shredded guitar sounds.
Butterflies move slow
The sun?...Always above Atlantis
Time slows down
I watch them
With half opened lips to guess
Their next restless choice of journey.
I look ahead
Tall grass is spoiling itself in the wind
Passing on the silent vow
Te crown of mystery
It’s spinning above it
Such privilege to wear it.
And then I sit and wonder
How much of a mistery
My own life is
Such privilege to wear it.
I think I fell in love
It was not a ghost
It was just me...
RIDDLE
Man has
One foot stuck in the seeds
One foot clubbing on by animals
A body full of industrial strength.
An arm up in the blue sky
And one falling towards the ground.
A head of constant dualism
A perfect engine with
‘Multiple personality disorder’
APPLY HERE...
It’s said that everything has a reason
A reason for being.
As if the whole life
Is one big Ex-terorist
Full of vacant jobs
So are flowers, animals
The sun, the water, air and fire
The sound that travels
Through the Vrancea
Down skipperul roads.
The smell of fresh food
You lay hungry eyes upon.
Everything gathers and grows
Magnificenței CV’s
Pages full o delight
God must be a busy person
But, no doubt, he’s not too bored.
What about us people?
So highly complex, complicated and willingful.
What reason do we have to be hired
In the world’s biggest, most profitable enterprise?
Some say it’s creativity.
Others say it’s innovation
Might as well be...mathematics.
But we’re forever kind of lost
And thirsty for it work.
It’s just sometimes
When the hammer misses the nail
And falls on a finger...
When excitement grabs a flower by it’s thorns
And bleeds hot red...
That we, people, start to find
A shimmer of meaning...
Shy and surprised...
Never more empty.
It measures it’s height
When it comes to everything
Nature makes him feel small
But he dreams itself big
Because we should be
Living like Giants.
NIHILISM
I wish to write about ‘the ugly’
I wish to write about it all.
Moths, black cats, vampires and butterflies
Women with masks and painted faces
The skeleton man in expensive black suits
I wish to take that person out of myself
I need to let her know:
The beauty in things
Shines through with contrast
Not Annihilation.
The cradle of the light between the oceans
Lies inside the chaos.
Any shortcuts?
WHAT WAS GOING ON WITH ME...
I thought we had more time.
Some measure time in quantity.
Some measure time in quality.
I like to weigh them both.
What I don’t like...
Is being in a hurry
Or blabbing all around.
Especially hate the people
The people eating time instead of food
Like it would all belong to them.
Like they’re immortal.
I’ve been forced to vent it
In ways I never thought possible
I have complicated my life so much
That it finally looked simple.
Sorry for taking your time,
Would be appropriate.
WORDS FROM MYSELF TO MYSELF
I’m giving myself the words
To describe the beauty I see in you.
It’s been mesmerizing me
I have been blind with one eye
Until I saw you
I wanted to embrace your light
I wanted to embrace you.
But time drags itself along
With it’s black wings
And fiery burning eyes.
Behind it stays
On all the black alleys
A perfume of sadness and
The smell of your memory.
Forever alive.
Forever to be...
Thank you for embracing me
When I cannot...
Thank you for carrying my soul
To higher peaks
While the earth stays
There... All quiet...
All the same.
COUNT BESSIE
The never ending industry
The machine keeps turning it’s wheels
It feeds the pigs, the cows, the chickens
It gives them medicine and ticks them back to bed.
It waters all the crops and all the plants
Slivers then to hungry people.
It’s mouths won’t stop shouting
Don’t be in it’s way, be an observer...
And the threat will easy go by
With the confirmation of a tired eye.
It welcomes people at work
In and less high skyscrapers
Where only the wildest dreams are being born
...In secret.
The gain is, turn as many wheels
As you can produce
To this initial construction
Beautifully functional and absolutely restless.
It’s children, warriors, spies and builders
All have gave birth to ‘culture’
Something that doesn’t need wheels to work.
More secrets. Smile.
Most loyal ones, are most privileged
Big cold homes
Tiled floors and walls
‘Simplicity of luxury’
Books on some shelfs...
Colors not to bright
But balconies of freedom.
Crows are singing in the autumn
If they can reach the height...
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Diary of Clawdeen Wolf
This is my diary. If you want you life to last longer than in takes to read it. You won’t.
July 14th
I got up late so there was no hot water left then I cut myself shaving this morning cause my razor was dull and I was in a hurry to get out of the freezing water but amazingly enough the day actually went down hill from there… Later on Crescent, the alpha kitty, must have sensed my mood cause instead of spending the night prowling around her curled up in my lap and kept me company while I sorted through my funk.
July 15th
It rained today. I hate the rain. It totally caused my hair to poof out and I was not about to spend the rest of the day looking like a were-poodle. So I grabbed a pair of electric clippers and 15 minutes later I had new ‘do. It’s short, scary cute and perfectly wolfish. I think I’ll keep it for a while or at least until this rain goes away. I have decided that when I control my own fashion empire I’m going to have a stylist on call just for rainy days.
August 4th
I hate, hate, hate! Sharing a room with my sister. Howleen totally growls in her sleep, she wears my clothes and she got sprayed by a skunk last week which means that every time she takes a bath, which isn’t often, it stinks up the whole room. I’d hope she gets fleas but she’d just spread them to me.
August 7th
I’ve got to get serious about planning what I’m going to wear on the first day of school this year. I mean it’s not like I’m worried about some monster showing up and looking more fabulous than me but I feel obligated to set the bar for everyone else. Last year on the first day of school I caused a minor traffic jam just walking across the school parking lot. Its going to be hard to top that but I’ve been experimenting with some new hair styles and I’m considering just asking for a school assembly so that crowd control won’t be a problem.
August 10th
I tried a new hair remover made especially for werewolves. The label says it will totally eclipse unwanted hair and it’s supposed to keep you hair-free for a week…not. It’s expensive, it stings worse than wolfs bane and I still have to shave twice a day! What a rip…I could have used that money for a new belt.
August 15th
Spent the day at Draculaura’s. She’s the absolute sweetest BMFF ever! Although if she doesn’t stop trying to feed me tofu I’m going to bite her j/k ;p. She has like rooms and rooms of clothes. It’s like a fashion museum. So awesome! She always says that we’re going to pick out clothes to give Ghoul Will but she always gives most of them to me. I pretend I don’t need them but with so many brothers and sisters it’s not like there’s a lot of extra money to go around for new fashions. I guess we must have gotten a little loud though cause we woke up her dad. He doesn’t really like werewolves very much but he tolerates me cause I’m friends with Draculaura. Whatever. It’s not like I want to hang out with him either. Anyway, the best thing about Draculaura is that she doesn’t give me clothes because she feels sorry for me, she does it because she’s my friend.
August 19th
When to The Maul with Clawd today. He needed a new football and I needed to get some ideas for my next hair style. While I was there I saw the strangest thing. I was walking past the Witches Kitchen supply store and saw Deuce Gorgon reading a cookbook! I yelled “Yo Deuce, trying to find a recipe for snake?” He dropped the cookbook and looked all embarrassed; at least I think he was. It’s hard to tell what’s going on behind those glasses. I think he would have tried to stone me but Clawd walked up and Deuce chilled. Sometimes it’s cool to have the toughest guy in the school on your side. Thanks bro!
August 21st
If I were a mad scientist, the hairstyle experiment I tried today would be locked away in the lab never to see the light of day again. I flat ironed my hair so it was straight and then I razor cut it. As soon as the curl came back things got ugly. Even Howleen felt sorry for me. It’s a good thing I’m the werewolf equivalent of Rapunzel and my hair will be grown out by the end of the week or I’d be wearing a hat until Halloween.
August 23rd
Draculaura tried to talk me into trying out for the Fearleading squad again. Puhh..leeze. A list of why I’m not a fearleader:
1. I don’t “try out” for anything.
2. I wouldn’t be caught human in those uniforms.
3. -8. Boring and Cleo de Nile
4. While they’re yelling for the boys I’m in the stands flirting with the boys.
5. Boring and Cleo de Nile
I have thought about trying out just to show I could make the team but then I look at my list again and it reminds me why I don’t’ want to.
August 25th
Hung out an the Maul with Draculaura and met a new girl named Frankie Stein. She was shopping with her mom and fortunately for Frankie they ran into us. Otherwise she would have started the first day of school dressed like the Bride of Lame-n-stein. Frankie’s beautiful, and sweet but bit naïve. Fortunately, I’m here to make sure she gets properly educated in the ways of the fierce fashionista.
September 5th
Our annual End of Summer family boo-b-que was today. Mmmmm… fat juicy steaks for everybody. Except for Draculaura of course. She brought tofu dogs, veggie burgers and a human boy named Jackson Jekyll. She’ll always be my BMFF and the sweetest monster ever but ghoulfriend makes some strange choices. Anyway, I could tell he was really nervous, and what human surrounded by werewolves wouldn’t be, until Clawd started talking about football and then the two of them kinda hit it off. I think Draculaura is major league crushing on this guy.
September 6th
I know most monsters are probably dreading starting school but not me. I want to learn as much as I can so that I’ll be totally prepared when I start building my fashion empire. If for nothing else than to be able to move out of the house and get my own place without having to share everything with all my brothers and sisters. Oh no! I think I smell Howleen in the shower! Why couldn’t I have been an only wolf?
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Omega Depression || Alpha!Kiribaku x Omega!fem!reader
Hi! Can I request an alpha!Kiribaku x omega!fem!reader where she is strong on the outside, but sensitive on the inside. Then, some asshole alpha comes and insults her saying that she isn't worthy of having alphas and other super mean stuff that makes her go to omega depression. After that, she confines and isolates herself in her room, not allowing her alphas to enter. Days pass, she misses school for like a week, and her alphas are tired of waiting, so they bust the door and find their omega deep in omega depression and starving herself, and they're super worried and try to help her get out of it, cause she could die if not. The rest can be little angst with a fluffy happy ending!
Yo I live for alpha kiribaku, not gonna lie
Warnings: angst, mental health stuff, depression, eating disorder/starvation stuff, abo
Requests are open!
You were always happy with your alphas. Bakugou and Kirishima were the loves of your life, you were sure of it. The three of you got along well, and there was nothing you enjoyed more than spending time with your boys. You kept up with them easily, never having trouble when it came to handling Katsuki’s temper or Eijiro’s enthusiasm. They loved protecting you, too, not that you ever really seemed to need it; you were tough as nails, as far as everyone was concerned.
You weren’t, though, not really.
“What a useless little omega.”
The words kept repeating in your head, over and over.
“Two alphas? Yeah, right. You don’t even deserve one, not with an uppity attitude like that.”
They kept echoing, no matter what you tried to do.
“What a stupid bitch. They should just leave your sorry ass. You aren’t worthy of anyone, much less alphas.”
You curled in on yourself. You felt sick to your stomach. How could someone say that about you? How could a shitty alpha go and ruin your mood, and your day, by saying something so awful?
“I am worthy!” You had argued. “And we’re happy together, so just fuck off.”
“Oh yeah? Then why haven’t they claimed you yet?” His lips had pulled over his teeth in a sick grin. “You know they’re just biding their time, waiting for something better to come along. You’re nothing to them.”
The little spat had been earlier that morning. It was rare that you ever went out alone; usually Eijirou or Katsuki or both of them were stuck to you like glue, but this had been one of those instances when you had absolutely insisted you would be fine. After all, you were just running a couple errands. You weren’t even going very far from campus. What’s the worst that could possibly happen?
Well...this, apparently.
You had rejected the advances of an alpha who had been eyeing you for quite some time. He was annoying and his scent always made you recoil, but you would never, not in a million years, have thought that he could hurt you so deeply.
Why were his words even bothering you so much? You knew your boys liked you. They made sure to constantly cover you in their scents, they happily gave up their shirts for you to tuck into your little bed nest, they held your hands and gave you sweet little kisses...
And yet, he was right. They hadn’t claimed you yet. There were no big bite marks on your neck to show the world that you were taken. Why hadn’t it happened yet? You always thought that maybe they were just nervous, and they wanted to wait for the right time. Maybe they wanted to wait until school was over and they were better established as heroes.
Or maybe they were just playing with you, maybe you were nothing more than their favorite toy for the time being. What if they got tired of you? What if they really were planning on kicking you to the curb? Without a bond mark, nobody would even blink if they cast you aside. It would just be a normal break up, nothing for anybody else to even care about or get involved in.
But your heart was already aching at the thought of it.
You huddled up in your nest, ugly sobs wracking your body as you clutched one of Katsuki’s hoodies to your chest. An undershirt of Eijirou’s was nearby, a few plushies that they had given you tucked in amongst the blankets and pillows. The scents of burnt sugar and cinnamon wafted around you, and as comforting as they usually were, they weren’t helping you now. Nothing was.
You heard your phone vibrate, but you didn’t reach for it. You didn’t care. You were too wrapped up in your own thoughts, absolutely trapped in your head now. You were plagued by those same words as they kept repeating, telling you over and over that you were worthless, useless, nothing.
When you finally managed to glance at your phone, you had missed texts from both your alphas. You replied to them with a couple of half hearted “yeah, I’m fine” -s, then finally slithered out of bed to make sure your door was locked. You didn’t want to face them when they came to bother you.
If they came.
You spent the entire day like that. When you were out of tears to cry, you just grew numb. It was the worst you had ever felt, and while some part of you knew, deep down, that you needed your alphas to come help you, you couldn’t stand the idea of them seeing you like this. How had you managed to grow so afraid? You usually told them everything, but now...now you abhorred the thought.
“Oi!” Katsuki’s rough voice came from the other side of your door, his scent wafting in. “Open up!”
You didn’t answer, curling in on yourself even further instead.
“Omega!” he called angrily. “Stop ignoring me, dammit!”
“Go away!” you managed to squeeze out, your voice sounding weak and strangled.
He was silent for a moment, his scent changing. It grew more burnt-smelling as his anger mounted, and as it reached your nose, you felt panic and annoyance spiking in your chest.
“Omega,” he growled, voice low. You heard the doorknob jiggling as he tried to get in, but you had locked the deadbolt, and unless he unleashed his quirk right there in the dorms, there was no way he was entering your room.
“I said go away!” you yelled.
On the other side of the door, Katsuki was fuming. The beginning sparks of little explosions were popping around his hands, and if Eijirou wasn’t there to hold his arms down at his sides, there was a good chance he would have done some real damage to the hallway.
“Katsuki, c’mon.” the larger alpha said. “Let’s just leave her alone for a little.”
“Something’s wrong,” Katsuki pulled back as his partner started trying to drag him away. “She stinks.”
“Yeah, she definitely doesn’t smell happy,” Kirishima paused, frowning. “But...we need to give her the space, if she wants it.”
“Fuck that,” his partner spat.
“Katsuki....” Eijirou sighed.
Bakugou’s nostrils flared angrily for a moment, red eyes wild as Kirishima grabbed his arm once again. Someone was trying to drag him away from his omega, from his perfect little mate, and if it had been anyone other than Eijirou, he would have done far worse than simply dig his heels into the floor and growl in protest. Kirishima was right, though; if their omega wanted alone time, they couldn’t just barge in without permission. As much as it hurt both boys, as desperate as they were to get to you and make you feel better, they weren’t total animals. They respected you, and prided themselves on being two big, capable alphas who listened to their omega.
They returned to their own rooms, expecting to at least hear from you within an hour or two.
Hours turned to days.
You texted them a few times, listless, half-assed messages that did little to reassure them. You would send a pathetic I’m fine or a It’s okay here and there, only after they had both blown your phone up for a few hours. It was the only reason they hadn’t tried to tear your door off its hinges; they knew you were alive, at least. But by the third day, Katsuki was beside himself, and even Eijirou was getting upset enough to consider using his quirk to get to you.
You wished that he would. You didn’t want to face them, but at the same time, the fact that they weren’t tearing the building apart to reach you was making you even sadder. Your sad scent was starting to leech out into the rest of the dorms, and by the end of the fifth day, nobody could stop your alphas.
“Oy!” Bakugou snarled, his fist thudding against your door. “Open up, omega!”
You didn’t answer, too weak and listless to bother.
“Babe?” Kirishima asked, his voice strained with the effort of not yelling in panic.
“We know you’re in there,” Katsuki growled. “Quit avoiding us!”
Still, you didn’t answer.
Then, you could hear some shuffling, and the door was being torn off its hinges by Kirishima. Bakugou stormed in as soon as the path was clear, his red eyes blazing with anger, his hands balled into fists.
“You’d better show your face right fuckin’ now, or I swear I—“
He fell silent at the sight of you. His eyes widened, his nostrils flaring. Your scent was so strong and so incredibly miserable that a wave of nausea passed through him. He hadn’t expected that it would be so pungent in your room, and as he covered his mouth and nose with his hand, he rushed towards you.
“Baby,” he cooed, vaguely aware of Kirishima behind him, “what the fuck is going on?”
You tried to bury yourself in your nest, trying to burrow away from the world, but a big hand caught you around the middle and pulled you back out. Eijirou manhandled you easily, his eyes wide with concern as he sat on the floor and placed you in his lap.
“You haven’t been eating,” he observed, looking at your tired eyes. “Or sleeping.”
Katsuki was beside himself with worry. He was immediately sitting in front of his boyfriend, caging you in between them as he began looking you over. “What the hell is goin’ on?”
You didn’t want to tell them. Your throat was sore from crying, and you felt stupid for being so upset. So, you did the only logical thing you could think of and buried your face in Kirishima’s broad chest, clinging to his shirt weakly.
“Omega, please,” the big redhead pleaded, leaning his head down to scent you. “Tell us.”
You shook your head.
“We know Somethin’ is wrong, so spit it out!” Katsuki barked.
His voice was harsh, but you felt a warm, gentle hand on your back that could only be his. The familiar touch made you sigh, and after a shuddery breath, the dam finally broke.
“Th-there was an alpha,” you whimpered, voice muffled by Kirishima.
“What the fuck did they do?” Katsuki growled, his voice deep and savage. It sent a chill down your spine and you whined, clinging to Eijirou for dear life.
“Cut it out,” Kirishima snapped, snorting at his boyfriend angrily. “You’re making it worse.”
“I just wanna know what happened!” He grumbled, his hand pressing into your back.
You hiccuped as a little sob wracked your body. “A-an alpha I rejected, h-he told me…he told me that I wasn’t good enough for you.”
The low rumble in Kirishima’s chest was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was threatening and powerful, putting Bakugou’s growl a moment ago to shame. His arms tightened around you, the scent gland on his neck slipping over your hair as he tried to cover up your unhappy omega stink.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” Kirishima snarled, uncharacteristically angry.
“Hey.” Bakugou slipped a hand around your waist, prying you away from the other alpha slightly. “Look at me.”
You faced him with teary eyes, and when you tried to shy away, he took your chin in his fingers.
“We fuckin’ love you. Okay? I don’t say it much. Maybe I should say it more. But it’s true, ‘n no stupid, two-bit, shitty-ass alpha knows anything about the three of us.”
He leaned forward, pushing you back up against Kirishima with his head resting on your shoulder. You finally sighed, surrounded by the scents of your alphas, allowing yourself to relax as the dam broke and your crying started all over again. This time, though, it was freeing, and as your alphas rocked back and forth with you, you felt the dread and the anxiety slowly leaving your stomach.
“Better?” Eijirou asked after a while.
“A little.” you said, voice muffled by his tear-stained shirt.
“Good.” Katsuki said gruffly, pulling you up to stand. “Let’s go get some food in you. Point that shitbag out if you see him...I wanna have a few words.”
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feelings | 8
It was a Sunday morning and you spent it in bed, just about waking up.
*ding ding!*
You rubbed your eyes, feeling around under your blanket for your phone. It was Jungkook.
You put your phone down, sitting up as your door opened and a smiley Jungkook walked in.
“Good morning beautiful,” he says, sitting down right next to you. You gave him a sleepy smile. Your hair is tangled, the scrunchie was lost somewhere in the mess.
“Good morning ugly,” you replied, in which he shoves your shoulder in response.
“Wake up, we’re going out,” he says, you groan, scooting closer to him.
“I’m still a little sleepy,” you said, dropping your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you and you sink into his warmth.
“Well we’re going to get food. Then we’re going to watch a movie, or binge watch a drama back in my dorm, whichever you want.” You lift up your head and look him straight in the face. Your noses are just about to touch each other.
“Why? What’s so special today?” You ask. Jungkook shrugs.
“I can’t spend time with my favorite girl?” You squint at him, pulling away from his hug. You cross your arms over your chest.
“You’re being reeeeeeaaaally weird today,” you said. “And the day had just started…”
He shrugs… again.
“Well there are 4 other guys in your life right now,” he says, referring to Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Hobi. “I need to make sure I stay on top.” That wasn’t the real reason, but that’s what he was telling you anyway.
“You’ll always be my number one,” you reassure him.
“Good,” he says. “Now get ready,” he says, pushing you out of bed.
“I can’t go out looking like this?” you joke. You were wearing an oversized shirt that was revealing one shoulder because of how loose it was. Your hair was coming out of a bun, the scrunchie, again, still lost. And lastly, you had some gunk in your eyes. “ I thought you said I looked beautiful.”
“You called me ugly so I took it back,” he says, reaching out to wipe your eye. He grimaces. “Plus, your breath stinks.”
“Alright, alright. I’ll be back,” you say, rolling your eyes, getting up and walking to your bathroom.
Jungkook waits until you close the door before going on his phone to the group chat Jin made. Without you in it.
“I’m ready, where are we going anyways,” you say, stopping right in front of him. Jungkook looks up from his phone and smiles at you.
“You look pretty,” he says. You nod.
“I know, let’s go,” you respond quickly, tugging his arm. Jungkook sighs as he swings his feet over your bed.
“We’re going to have breakfast at Pied Piper,” he tells you, swinging his arm over your shoulder. “Jin hyung’s cooking for us.”
“I thought he was off on the weekends?” You say, frowning. Jungkook shakes his head.
“Not today.”
-
The two of you wait for Jin to come by and take your order. You had your head hanging over the menu as you kept your hands warm between your legs.
Jungkook looks over at you and reaches his arm out. You notice and you look up, right when his hand touches your hair. He tucks it behind your ear.
“Are you okay?” He asks you. You nod.
“Just a little cold,” you tell him. Autumn is just about a few days away from its official start and it isn’t cold just yet. Although your seat was right under a vent that blew cold air. Jungkook looks up and sees the air conditioner.
“Do you want to switch seats?” He asks you, already standing up.
“No it’s okay, I’ll be fine,” you tell him. He’s about to sit back down when he makes eye contact with Jin.
“Your jacket,” he mouths, motioning to the jacket Jungkook was wearing. He wore jackets often, or long sleeves in general. It didn’t matter if it was hot out or not. Jungkook looks down at you and watches you as you continue to go over the menu. He then quickly takes off his jacket, walking over and putting it over your shoulders. You look up at him surprised. He ignores your expression and sits back down across from you, grabbing the menu and beginning to look at it. Trying to look effortless and cool.
“Jungkook you don’t have to–” You start, you sigh anyways when he looks up at you with his big, doe like eyes. “Thank you,” you say, pulling your arm through the sleeves. He smiles softly at you before looking back down at his menu.
Jungkook was always this nice to you, but today felt different.
Was it because now... You know that he likes you?
He said he’s liked you since high school, so it should be the same feeling but being aware of it felt so different.
It’s not the first time he’s called you beautiful, or touched your hair, or even given you his jacket. Heck, your closet is full of his sweatshirts that you have failed to return.
But he likes you.
And not just as friends.
So it’s different.
The same
yet different.
And now you’re confused.
“So what are you getting?” Jungkook asks you, closing his menu and distracting you from your thoughts. You look up at him in surprise. You weren’t really paying attention as you flipped through the menu. He was kind of on your mind. You furrow your brows at the thought.
“Uhh.. I don’t know. What should I get, what are you getting?” you ask, glancing back down at the menu. Jungkook laughs at you.
“Are you okay? You’re not being you right now,” he says. You shrug.
“I don’t know, it just kind of feels different.”
“What does?” He asks you.
“This,” you gesture to each other and to your surroundings.
“What do you mean? It’s us getting breakfast, we always get breakfast together. And it’s not like it’s our first time here,” he responds, with a smile.
“Yeah but… I don’t know, but it feels like a date. And not like a Yn and Jungkook bestie date but like a… date date. And I don’t know I feel nervous for some reason,” you respond truthfully.
Jungkook glares at you, then he quirks up one eyebrow.
“I mean, this is a normal bestie date. Unless you don’t want it to be,” he says. He smiles at you. That cocky smile he does whenever he’s being annoying. “Do you want it to be a date date?”
You scoff, feeling like it was a set up and the tables have been turned.
“I gave you my answer the other night Jeon Jungkook,” you say, lifting up the menu and hiding behind it. Jungkook laughs, looking up to the side to glance at his hyung. Jin gives him a thumbs up.
-
After breakfast, the two of you were now at Jungkook’s dorm. The two of you decided on watching a drama instead of going to the movies. There weren't any new movies out that you two haven’t watched yet, but Netflix does have plenty of dramas to choose from.
“Which one should we watch?” Jungkook asks you, clicking through the shows. He had his laptop on his lap while your cheek was pressed up against his arm.
“Ooh, that one looks interesting,” you said, pointing to “Her Private Life”.
“Okay we’ll watch it then.” He clicks on the drama, pushing the laptop back slightly as he sunk into the pillow behind him. He then lifts the arm that you were laying on, pulling you in instead. You snuggle into his chest as you two watch.
-
“Can you imagine having two completely different lives?” Jungkook says, referring to the main character of the show. “I mean, she’s basically Hannah Montana. If she takes off the hat and hoodie and puts on a blazer, she’s not ‘The Road to Sian’ anymore, she’d just be Deokmi.”
To be honest, you couldn’t focus on the show at all. All you could hear was Jungkook’s breathing and his heart beating. You don’t know why you were focusing so much on it.
“But would she as a fangirl be her true self, or would she as the curator be her true self…” Jungkook wonders out loud. “It could be both right?”
“Yeah… I guess so. I don’t know, I’m kind of confused with what’s going on,” you say, sitting up.
“Oh, do you not like it? We can change what we’re watching,” he says, quickly exiting out of the screen.
“No, it’s just,” you sigh. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m so off today.” You say, looking up at your best friend. He’s frowning, looking over at you with a very worried expression.
“Did anything happen? Do you want to talk about what’s on your mind?” he asks you, reaching for your hand. You grab it, shaking your head and smiling up at him.
“I’ll be okay, but maybe we can continue this another day?” You tell him. “I might just need some time to think.”
“Okay, uhh.. think about what?”
“I’ll let you know after I think it through,” you laugh, leaning over to him to give him a hug. “Thank you for this day. I really enjoyed it. My treat next time, okay?”
“Yeah,” he says, watching you pull away. You then get up and grab your things. “Okay.”
you 👇🏼
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๑ part eight: she’s flustered ๑
pairings: jungkook x reader
a/n: i feel like i do this all the time with my aus where yn is so confusing and so the reader gets confused but like the next few updates explains it all and so you won’t get confused anymore
does that make sense?
i feel like it’s been so long since i’ve done this, i don’t want you guys to be lost T.T
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hi ! enhypen smut prompt request ! can i have the reader whos a female say #4 with jake or sunghoon whos a hard dom ?? if u can , can u add how the reader and the partner are enemies who got lots of sexual tension so they kinda trease e/o a lot with words and actions ? u dont have to use that plot but thank u♡
A/N: This is one of my favorite works now lol i hope u like it :) <3
Warnings: unprotected sex, rly brief oral (f recieving), degredation
Word Count: 2.9 k
“But it’s a Tuesday,” you tell Jay while zipping up your backpack.
“So?” he says. “Don’t be lame.”
“I’m not lame, just responsible.” you sing your bag over your shoulder.
“Yeah, that’s lame.” he walks with you to the lunch tables. Jungwon and Heeseung are already there chatting it up.
“You guys are coming right?” Jay asks them and they nod. “See? You gotta come.”
“It’ll be fun noona,” Jungwon says. “And you have to come because Heeseung hyung and Jay hyung are probably gonna leave me for girls.” he rests his head on your shoulder for a moment.
“Why don’t you get yourself some girls too.” you suggest and he shakes his head.
“I’m too shy.” he says quietly and you giggle.
“Alright fine, I’ll go.” you finally say and they all celebrate. “Jake’s not gonna be there right?”
“Uhm,” Heeseung looks over to Jake’s lunch table nervously. “I don’t think so.”
“You don’t think so?” you cock an eyebrow.
“He won’t be there,” Jay says. “It’ll be fine.”
You feel someone bump into your shoulder as you walk to history.
“What the hell?” you say and turn around to see who the culprit is. Of course it’s Jake. He shrugs with a half smile. That fucking ass.
After a few more classes you head home and start preparing for the bonfire party. It’s at a beach so you decide to wear your favorite bikini under your shirt and shorts. Your phone begins to buzz and it's a facetime call from Jungwon.
“Hola~” you greet him.
“Hi~” he says. “Can you take me there? My parents are at work.”
“Sure.” you say while putting all of your essentials into a purse.
“Also,” he hesitates. “I think Jake hyung is gonna be there.”
“What? How do you know?”
“I heard him talking about it during p.e.” he says quietly and you groan.
“Fuck, I don’t wanna go anymore.” you say.
“No you have to go, I will die without you.” Jungwon pleads. “It’ll be fun, we'll just stay away from him.”
“It’s gonna be hard to stay away from that giant ego taking up the whole place.” you roll your eyes.
“He’s not that bad noona, he’s actually pretty nice.” Jungwon shrugs.
“Don’t betray me like that,” you scold him. “You’re on my team alright?”
“Okay okay.” he surrenders, giggling.
You pick Jungwon up and give him the aux for the 30 minute drive to the beach.
You guys groove to SZA together.
Jungwon rolls down the window while you're on the highway and sticks his head out like a dog. He kind of is like a dog (in a good way). He’d be a shiba inu.
“Whoooo!!” he screams as the wind whips through his hair, you smile.
When you get there you park your car and get the beach towels from the backseat.
“Did you put sunscreen on?” you as Jungwon and he shakes his head. “Why do you never listen to me?”
You get a bottle of sunscreen out of your purse and rub a dollop on his face. He scrunches his nose.
“It feels like you're rubbing cake batter on me.” he complains.
“You’ll thank me when you’re fifty and you aren’t a wrinkly wreck.” you tell him while spreading it over his cheeks.
“Can we be done now?” he whines and you sigh.
“Fine.”
You two approach the crowd of people suntanning, drinking, playing volleyball, and playing in the ocean.
You drop your stuff next to Heeseung’s and Jay’s before looking around for them. They’re playing volleyball with who on the opposing team? Jake Sim.
Jungwon must’ve noticed you shooting lasers through your eyes because he grabs your arm. “Come on, let’s go swim.” he tugs his t-shirt over his head and jogs over to the water.
You follow suit, only feeling a little self conscious about stripping with Jake Sim only so far away. But it’s only because you don’t want to be vulnerable in front of your worst enemy, right?
Jungwon’s already relaxing among the waves when you get to the shore. “Why’d you go so deep?” you call out to him.
“It’s not that deep,” he says back.
You swim around with him for a bit before forcing him to look for pretty shells with you.
He gasps. “Baby crab!” he rushes to pick it up. “Look.” he holds it up to you.
You try to pet it without freaking it out. “What if it bites you?”
“It won’t, we’re friends.”
The sun is nearly gone by the time you’re done shell searching and swimming so you head over to the bonfire. You wrap a towel around yourself and snuggle up to Jay. He scrunches his nose.
“It’s cold,” you defend yourself.
Heeseung hands you a white claw and you crack it open.
“What are we doing now?” you ask but you can’t hear Heeseung’s answer over the sight of Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki sitting right across from you. You notice how the bonfire highlights the muscles in Jake’s chest and arms. The warm orange light washing over him makes it look like he’s glowing. Is this what Apollo would’ve looked like? “Huh?” you ask Hee.
“We’re probably just gonna play dumb highschool games.” he says.
You inhale and take a big swig of your seltzer.
“Truth or dare time~” Bree sing songs. “Sunoo truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Sunoo answers.
“Do you have a crush on anyone and if so, who?” she asks and he rolls his eyes.
“I have a crush on myself.” he says confidently.
“Fair enough, you go now.” she says to him.
“Heeseung hyung, truth or dare?” Sunoo asks.
“Dare,” he replies and Sunoo giggles.
“Give your phone to Jay and let him text anyone anything he wants.”
Heeseung groans and throws his head back. “Oh God.”
Jay cackles an evil laugh. “Gimme.”
Heeseung reluctantly hands Jay his phone. “You’re gonna text Sophie aren’t you.”
Sophie Morales, Heeseung ex. They broke up only a month ago after half a year of dating. This was about to be brutal.
“You know me so well.” Jay smiles.
“Please don’t say anything too horrible.” Heeseung pleads.
“Sophie,” Jay narrates his text message. “I miss you and your huge tits. Also I’m sorry for not telling you while we were dating but your feet are really fucking ugly.”
Heeseung buries his head into his hands, laughing. “Fucking Christ.”
“And your breath stinks,” Jay continues. “At least your boobs are nice.”
This is what I get for befriending males. You think to yourself.
“Alright that’s enough.” Heeseung snatches his phone away while everyone giggles. “My turn since I was the victim. y/n, truth or dare?”
“Truth,”
“What’s your biggest regret?”
“Becoming friends with Jay, because he’s insane.”
Jay guffaws. “I’ve been nothing but good to you.”
You roll your eyes.
The game goes on for a bit until it lands on Jungwon.
“Noona, truth or dare?”
You’d usually go for truth, but you didn’t want people to think you were boring. “Dare.”
“I dare you and Jake hyung to talk to each other in private for at least five minutes.” he says, crossing his arms.
Your eyes widen and you look over at Jake, he looks like he wants to drown himself.
“What? Why?” you ask urgently.
“Because I’m tired of you guys hating each other for no reason. Now go.” Jungwon shoos you away.
“Yeah go talk.” Niki says to Jake.
Both of you don’t budge. Jay tugs at your arm. “Come on, Jake and y/n becoming friends!”
The whole group starts chanting. “JAKE AND Y/N BECOMING FRIENDS!”
You had to admit that their enthusiasm was kind of endearing, so you swallow your pride and walk over to the lifeguard tower. You hear him not far behind you.
You climb up the stairs and let your feet hang over the ledge of the patio.
He sits down next to you.
You let a few moments of silence pass before speaking up. “I don’t want to be here as much as you do, so let’s just wait for the five minutes to pass and then go.”
“Damn,” he says. “Do you really hate me that much?”
You roll your eyes. “What do you think?”
“What did I ever do to you?” he scoffs.
“I don’t need to justify my feelings.” you cross your arms.
“Why are you so dense?” he grumbles.
You whip your body over to him. “I’m the dense one?”
“Yeah,” he says proudly. You want to slap the smug look off of his pretty face. Normal face. Slightly, almost, barely good looking face.
“Such a prick,” you mumble, turning away.
“What’d you call me?” he scrunches his eyebrows.
You look him right in the eyes. You never noticed how dark and piercing they were. “A fucking prick. Cause you are one.”
His black hair is still damp and poking into his eyes. His lips are parted and they look so soft that you almost want to kiss him. But he beats you to it.
I should push him away. Push him away you dumbass. You kept telling yourself but you couldn’t do it. His lips felt too good against yours.
Your arms snake around his waist as he lays you onto your back.
You wish you had a hundred hands so you could touch all of him. Two weren’t enough. He feels like silk and he tastes like red velvet.
He pushes your jaw up so he can get to your neck. You exhale as his tongue dances on your skin. He grinds his hips into yours and you let out a small moan. Why are you letting him affect you like this? Idiot.
“I thought you hated me?” he smirks while kissing your chest.
“I do.” you breathe out.
“You sure?” he asks, his fingers traveling down your stomach and into your bikini bottoms.
“Mhm.” you say.
He kisses your collarbone. “People you hate don’t make you wet like this.”
That just makes you throb even more.
“Fuck off,” you say and he backs up.
“Really?” he says. “Because I will.”
You roll your eyes and pull him in by the back of the neck.
“Touch me,” you say and he happily obliges. You knew were in public but it was dark and honestly, you didn’t care.
“Such a slut,” he says while running a finger up and down your slit. “If you wanted me this badly you should’ve said so sooner.”
“I don’t want you asshole.” you breathe out as he circles your clit.
“You just asked me to touch you princess,” he kisses your neck. “I think that’s good evidence.”
You rub your fingers through the back of his hair and tug it back, exposing his neck. He lets out a small moan. You kiss his neck, sucking and nibbling every now and then. When you pull away there’s at least three red blotches that go from his throat to his chest.
“People are gonna see those you know?” he says.
“Whatever.” you roll your eyes.
“Are you marking me or something? Telling everyone that I’m yours?” he boasts.
It’s confusing how your anger is feeding into your lust for him.
“Shut up and fuck me.” you say and he cocks a brow.
“Maybe if you ask nicely,” he kisses your cheek sweetly. You want to wipe it off and slap him in the face.
“Who do you think you are?” you scoff at him.
“Come on dont play with me,” he pushes one finger into you and you moan. “I can tell that you want it.”
It was true. You were practically gushing.
“More,” you say, wanting another finger.
“Where are your manners?” he smirks.
You swallow your pride. “Please?”
“Good girl,” he says and it sends tingles down your spine.
He pulls your bikini bottoms to the side and rubs his thumb up your slit. “Such a pretty cunt.”
Your thighs are already trembling.
“I really thought you’d still be hating me right now.” he says lowly. “Do I make you that weak?”
You snap to your senses for a moment. “Fuck you.”
“I am.” he snickers and you roll your eyes.
“Don’t give me attitude princess.” he warns you with a dangerous smile.
“Or what?” you test him.
“Do you really wanna find out?”
“What do you think you’re intimidating or something?” you ask and he scoffs.
He sits up and grabs your arm. “Get up.”
“What?”
“Get up.” he says sternly and you do.
He grabs your hand, leading you somewhere.
“Where are we going?” you ask, agitated. If you really didn’t want to go you wouldn’t, but you secretly wanted to continue what was going on.
“My car.”
“What? Why?”
“You’ll see.”
“Hey! Where are you going?” Jungwon calls out. “Don’t leave me!”
“I’ll be just a second!” you reply with an unsure smile.
“Backseat.” Jake says as you approach his Mercedes.
So bossy, you think.
You sit in the back seat and before you know it he’s pulling you into his lap.
“Let’s continue shall we?” he says and you don’t waste any time getting your lips on his.
He pushes your hips down onto his and you whimper. You were already so wet and this was just making it worse.
“Please, I can’t wait any longer.” you say, not being able to hold it in.
“For what?” he nips at your neck.
“I need to feel you inside of me.” you plead.
“That’s better.” he tugs his shorts down and pulls your swimsuit to the side.
You grab the base of him before slowly sinking down. “Fuck yes.” you moan in relief.
He fills you up perfectly and his tip brushes your g-spot every time you bounce.
“So fucking tight.” he growls, holding onto your hips tight.
Your legs begin to tremble from the pleasure so he grabs you by the waist and lays you on your back.
He snaps his hips into yours and you whine.
He smirks. “Look at you all spread out for me,” he kisses your neck. “Taking this cock deep inside you.”
Your fingers trail down to rub at your clit. “Please don’t stop.”
He flips you over into doggy and tugs your hair, bringing your ear up to his mouth.
“Tell me how bad you want it.”
“Really bad,” you whimper.
He smacks your ass and you let out a small squeal.
“Touch with yourself while I fuck you.” he lets you go and you rest on the door. Your fingers move to play with your pussy.
His hands are tight on your waist as he pounds into you.
You feel your knees start to give out and your cunt start to pulse around him.
He chuckles. “Are you close sweetheart?”
“Yeah,” you exhale. “Please make me cum, please I need it so bad.”
“Why should I think you deserve it?”
“Please, I can’t hold it any longer.” you say and he stops his movements completely.
He gets close to your ear. “You get to cum when I say so okay?”
You accept defeat. “Okay.”
You start to get more and more flustered as he continues to fuck you just right.
“Fuck Jake I can’t,” you whimper and hold onto the car door for dear life.
He pulls out suddenly and you complain before feeling his tongue on you. Your body tenses up from the pleasure.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says and you arch your back, pushing your pussy into his mouth. He moans against you.
After only a couple circles on your clit with his tongue, you’re ready to come undone. You grab onto his hand.
“Wait wait I’m close,”
And before you can utter another word he slams his cock into you and brings his hand around you to rub your clit.
“Cum on this cock sweetheart, I know you can do it.” he encourages you.
He smiles as your moans get louder and more high pitched.
Your legs start to shake and he grabs you tight. He comes up to your ear. “Be a good girl for me won’t you.”
Your eyes roll back as bliss runs through your entire body. He was probably the best lay you’ve ever had.
Your body goes slack as he cums inside of you.
“Fuck,” he growls and slowly pulls out. He picks you up and holds you in his arms as you try to ride out the trembling.
“How am I supposed to clean up?” you ask.
“Maybe you can swim again?” he jokes and you punch him in the arm. “Do you still hate me?”
“One hundred percent.” you say confidently.
“Are you kidding?” he scoffs. “My kids are in you right now.”
You fake gag and he laughs.
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