#and i'm tellin ya if this is what love feels like i've never felt it for a human being before

[tiny-steve]

everybody leave i wanna be alone with her (mother nature)

#i'm in portugal rn & my sister went back to the hostel bc she was cold #and i got to look at choppy ocean waves in the dim twilight for 20 uninterrupted minutes #and i'm tellin ya if this is what love feels like i've never felt it for a human being before #just... full #over and over announcing your place in the family of things etc etc #more on this story as it develops

[tojirights]

Prompt “❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜” with alastor :3

Likke reader has been with multiple people but alastor is the first person to make her cum 0.0

prompt: Hii I really like your work! Can you do face sitting with alastor like reader mentions that she wants to sit on alastor face to angel and alastor overhears or angels says outlook to husk while his wasted thank youu

a/n: combining these two prompts!! ^ thinking maybe alastor overhears you talking with angel about your woes and offers to uhhh assist 👀

"the guys down here suck, angel." you sigh, sitting next to angel in the hotel lounge. you crack open your beer and hand him one as well. "yer tellin' me, babe." he chuckles. "whats got ya worked up this tIme?" he hums, reaching an arm around your shoulders. "thats the thing! nothing!" you groan, leaning into his body. "you know how many times i've tried hooking up with someone just for them to bust in 30 seconds and rub my inner thigh?" angel almost chokes on his drink.

"they're the worst. no one down here has been able to make me cum but myself." you mutter, taking a sip of your drink. "who do you want, hm?" angel asks. "maybe i can hook ya up with someone good." he wiggles his eyebrows, earning a giggle from you. the alcohol is making you feel a little brave, so with a sigh, you let your words free. "y'know who i think about all the time?" angel's eyes widen with interest, anticipation building.

"alastor..." you admit for the first time out loud. angel does choke on his drink this time before he laughs. "bitch! the radio demon?!" he barely contains his cackle. "stop! i mean, have you seen him? god, angel. i'd get down on my knees and bark if he told me to. i wanna sit on his face, hold onto his antlers for support. ughh, he's so hot." you whine into angel's chest, embarrasmemt finally setting in. angel tries to contain himself, but you've never said something so out of pocket but also very relatable.

unbeknownst to you, alastor stands not far behind you, his ears twitching as he listens in. a part of him does feel a tinge of guilt for listening, but you'd be quieter if you didn't want anyone to hear you. "well now, isn't that interesting?" alastor's voice makes you jump, almost tossing your beer straight onto angel. "oh fuck..." angel all but pushes you over in an attempt to get away.

"oh my god. alastor i'm so sorry, i was just-" you scramble to defend yourself, but alastor puts his staff under your chin to raise your eyes to his. "what was that you said about wanting to... sit on my face? about these worthless little demons not knowing how to treat a woman?" the sultry tone in his voice has you clenching your thighs together, which you blame on the alcohol swirling in your gut. you laugh awkwardly, trying to brush this off as alastor teasing you but there's a look in his eyes that tells you he's dead serious. "it's nothing! just venting some frustrations, that's all."

your eyes are a dead giveaway, desire flooding them as you peer up at alastor. "why don't you accompany me to my room for the evening, darling? we wouldn't want these inexperienced fools to try and make a move now, would we?" he extends his hand, and you decide to throw caution to the wind. standing, you let him pull you close. "blow my mind, radio boy." you whisper, watching alastor's eyes darken and his smirk grow. alastor uses the shadows, leading you straight to his room in a mere moment.

your heart rate sky rockets, realization hitting your gut as you start to strip. "how long has it been?" he asks, picking you up with ease and carrying you to the bed. "w-what?" you hesistate, watching as alastor ushers you to climb on top of him. "since someone else made you cum?" you swallow, straddling his chest. "i don't even remember al..." alastor's hands come around to grip your ass and pull you forward. with a gasp, you brace yourself on the headboard and then the feeling of alastor's tongue immediately has your brain turning to mush.

it's dizzying, the slide of his tongue up and down your slit was already far better than anything you've experienced in such a long time. "o-oh fuck." your body shudders, barely being able to hold still. alastor's tongue dips passed your entrance, lapping up your juices like a man starving. you already feel that familiar coil in your stomach forming, threatening to snap all over alastor's face. "that's, oh god alastor, that's so good." you moan, gripping tighter on the headboard as your hips start to stutter on their own.

then, you feel alastor's hands on your ass start to push and pull you, forcing your cunt to slide over his tongue. "y-you, i'm gonna-" you can't even think straight, pleasure blinding you to anything else happening in the entire world. alastor hums against your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and that's it, you're cumming hard enough that your vision goes dark and tears well in your eyes.

you're shaking, barely being able to breathe as alastor's tongue runs lazy circles over your still sensitive clit to ride out your orgasm. before you're fully recovered, alastor quickly flips you onto your back and his fingers find your puffy pussy. "you have no idea the honor it is to be the only one to see you like this, my dear. the only one to feel you-" he pauses, pushing two fingers inside your needy cunt so he can hear your sweet moans. "cum. and i will be the only one to continue feeling that. you will cum on my face, my fingers, my cock... anything you please."

the desire burning in your core strengthens once more. not even your own fingers have ever made you cum twice, but alastor is about to pull a second orgasm from you almost completely back to back. "make me cum again." you whine, hips arching further off the bed as his fingers pump in and out slowly. "on your cock, fuck, please fuck me alastor."

alastor chuckles, his free hand unbottoning the front of his pants just enough to free his cock. "how could i deny such a good girl? cum on my cock, my princess." in an instant, alastor's fingers are replaced by the thickness of his cock. the first thrust alone has you teetering on the edge, while his thumb rubs tight circles on your clit.

your pussy clenches around his girth, pulsing with every sweep of his finger. each thrust of his hips pushes you closer to the edge, his cock filling you like no one else could ever. "y-you, gonna cum again." you cry out, spasms wrecking your body as your second orgasm hits even more intense with the feeling of his thick cock stretching your pussy.

alastlor groans, pumping his cock deeper, deeper until he's cumming as well. "such a good girl." he grunts, pushing each thick rope of cum further inside. "you won't ever have to worry about not being taken care of, my dear." he assures, pulling out slowly even as your cunt tries to squeeze him in. "there's plenty more where that came from, rest your pretty little eyes." he coos, pulling a blanket on your tired body.

you just know this is going to be the best sleep pf your fucking life...

#hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor x reader smut #alastor hazbin #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x you #hazbin alastor smut #alastor smut #hazbin hotel alastor smut #alastor imagines #alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #alastor x you smut #hazbin smut #alastor hazbin hotel smut #hazbin alastor #alastor x reader imagines

[spid3rpunksimp]

Hello this my first time doing this but if you don’t mind can I request a Hobie x reader where the reader is in a somewhat depressive state because they miss their best friend that they’ve been friends with for 6 years. And they haven’t seen them in  3-5 months but to them it seems like a year. And reader is having breakdowns at random times through the day. But tries to hide it and make it seem like they are ok but it’s obvious that they aren’t ok.

You can ignore this if you want

Ngl, I know this one is a personal request. I know how it feels to be depressed, or have depression for that matter. If I'm correct I hope you know that your loved and that it'll be okay

Just pretend

Bst.F/N=Best friend's name

I tear trickled down my check as I looked in the mirror, and hand over my mouth. I missed them so much. It was so painful to sit here without them. Memories of us sitting together and laughing at jokes that didn't even make since to our self's flooded my mind as more tears fell as knocking on the bathroom door broke the silence as I was cover the sound of my silent weeping.

"Love? A'e you alright?" Hobie said to be through the sound of the door as I wiped away my tears and tried to make my voice sound as normal as possible. "Yup! Just finishing up!" I said as I grabbed a mascara bottle and put some one, trying to hide any sight of the fact that I was just crying. Hobie knew about me and my best friend, he knew that they had moved away just about five months ago, he knew I was hurting because of it, but I was determined to make sure he didn't know just how badly this was affecting me, I don't want him to worry...

As I unlocked and opened the bathroom door I stepped out and hugged Hobie tightly with a warm smile on my face. "Coffee?" I said as I looked up at him with pleating eyes. It was something that really kept me going throughout the day. "Of course, love." Hobie chuckled back as I let go of him and started walking to the door.

Our entire drive there was practically silent. I stared out the window as I felt tears threaten to fall from my face as another flash back of me and my best friend flooded my mind once more. I thought about how me and my best friend would go out and get coffee together on Saturdays and we would simply talk about our life's. Before me and Hobie were dating I would tell her everything about our friendship and as soon as me and Hobie started dating I would tell her everything that was going on between our relationship. She was even there for me and Hobies first kiss.

"Love?" Hobie said in a worried tone as I jolted back to reality, looking over to him holding back the tears best I could, "You alright love? You ain't answer'in me and I've been tellin you we're here for the past minute." Hobie told me as I simply blinked wide eyes as I felt the tears begin to make their way out of my eye. "Sorry, must've spaced out there." I said as I unbuckled and got out of the car quickly, walking inside and to the bathroom as quickly as I could.

As soon as I got into the bathroom I broke. The pain was so much, I couldn't handle it alone but I had to. My best friend ended up getting a new number and had forgotten to tell me exactly what it was. It was killing me on the inside cause I knew I would most likely never see them again. As that thought came into my mind I broke once again, covering my sobs with my hand as someone else came into the bathroom. I felt steamy tears roll down my eyes, falling onto my ripped jeans as more and moire followed after, mascara becoming ruined.

After the person had left I took my hand off of my mouth and whipped my tears with a piece of toilet paper, throwing it away and walking out of the bathroom shortly after.

"Babe.." I heard Hobie say beside me as I stepped into the car. "Yeah?" I said giving him a smile. Looking at his expression my smile slowly faded as he examined my face. "Love what's going on?" he asked me as I simply looked at him blankly. "What do ya mean? I'm great!" Hobie looked at me concerned as he handed me my coffee and put the car into reverse and began to drive out of our parking spot. "Whatever you say.."

As the car drove by building after building, I felt tears come up once again as I took small sips of my coffee. I felt Hobies eyes on me. I knew he knew. It was stupid of me to think I could hold up a game like this for so long.

As we pulled into the parking lot and walked up the stairs towards our apartment it was silent. Tears pecked at my eyes and burned them as I held them back with all the force I could muster up. As we opened the door I couldn't take it anymore as I dropped the coffee entirely and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. After, I turned the water on and slid down the door as loud, sad sobs erupted from my mouth. Tears ran down my cheeks and ran down my nose, face, and chin. Some tears went into my mouth as I tasted the salty water mix of sadness.

Knock knock knock

The knocks were genital. Soft and full of worry. "Please let me help." I heard a genital voice say as I covered my mouth. Hobie had been listening the entire time I was crying. Before I could stop myself I felt myself reaching up and unlocking the door, moving over to the wall behind the door as I felt it open quietly. "This is about (Bst.f/N) innit?" he said as he gave me a soft look, sitting down next to me and hugging me genitally. I shook my head.

"Its okay to talk to me about this stuff." hobie said as he moved me to his lap as I straddled him, putting my head on his shoulder as I sobbed louder as I felt him genitally pet me, playing with the bottom of my shirt as we simply sat there as I cried.

"It's okay, love. I'm right here."

I'm so sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted it was just what I had come up with so yeah thank you for the request though!

#atsv #atsv hobie #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #spiderman atsv #hobie x reader #spiderpunk #across the spiderverse #hobart brown #hobie my beloved #hobie brown spiderman #astv hobie #hobie brown spiderverse #spiderverse #across the spider verse #hobie brown spider punk #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown fanart #hobie brown x oc #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x female reader #hobie brown x y/n #hobie fluff #hobie angst #hobie brown atsv #spider punk

[voidendron]

interview questions: 2, 5, 17, 18 for terrin or jen

how 'bout both? :D thank you! 💚💜

[roleplay interview ask game]

2. Tell us a little bit about yourself.

"...You're not expectin' a sales pitch on why I'm a great leader or whatever, right?" She laughs, crossing her arms as she leans back comfortably in her seat. "Uhhh.... What is there to tell? I accidentally became Commander, I'm Mando, got a bit of a temper and like fire. I was a bounty hunter feels like a lifetime ago, sick of all the faction and Force nonsense. That good enough?"

5. Do you have any role models? Tell us a little bit about them.

A wide grin stretches her face. "Well, Dad of course gotta be one of 'em. Maybe not the best role model, all things considered, but he loved me and wanted me to be ready for the galaxy around me, and I looked up to 'im.

"But, uh... For the most part, most of the people who shaped my view on things, I learned what not to do from 'em. Dunno, guess I was just bad at pickin' who I hung around as a kid."

17. Have you ever been in love?

"Of course! Look, I could be cheesy and say Torian's the only love I've ever known, bla-bla-bla, but I've loved people before. Sure, not many, but a few! Had this huge crush on a partner I had for my first hunt without Dad - about broke my nose walkin' into a doorframe when he kissed me." She laughed at her own misfortune, rubbing the back of her neck.

"But most of 'em were just flings; teenage boyfriends, a girlfriend here and there. None of 'em lasted long, even if I thought I was 'so so in love' at that point. Not 'til Tori." Her grin turns gentler. "When we started dating, I just...knew this one would be different. I knew he was the one."

18. Have you ever been kissed?

"Oh, totally - that's not even counting Tori. I've even kissed one or two of my bounties - I ever tell ya about my first solo one? Force, she's when I realized 'Oh. Well girls are hot, too, I guess....'"

2. Tell us a little bit about yourself.

With two fingers, he plucks the toothpick from his mouth and leans forward with a crooked grin. "You're tellin' me you haven't heard of the Voidhound? Well, feast your eyes on the greatest smuggler to ever live~! I can get through a blockade without a scratch, drop off a weapon shipment, kill a Hutt, an' still be home in time for dinner."

5. Do you have any role models? Tell us a little bit about them.

"Ma and Dad raised me like they'd been raised - and I guess I'm raisin' my own that way, too. So... Them?" He scratched behind an ear with a painted claw, glowering when the action pulled some hair loose from his ponytail. "Smugglers, livin' among the stars, never stayin' one place for too long, big ol' bleeding hearts - wonder where I get all that from, ha!"

"Uh... Don't tell him I said this, but I guess the Old Man, too. He pretty much helped raise me, y'know? Grumpy, sure, sure, but gives good advice and has lived way longer than any bounty hunter ever should. And he's great with the kids, Jeva loves him. Might be an old curmudgeon, but hey." He grins a grin full of sharp teeth. "We'll give the guy a pass - he's dealt with me all my life, after all."

17. Have you ever been in love?

"Y'know somethin' funny? All the folks I've f-- uh, spent the night with, I'd never really felt any deep attachment to 'em. Beryl's maybe the closest, but even her... Eh. Could never see her as more of a 'friend with benefits' type of deal. Never really thought I'd be one to settle down with one partner."

He looks away, a dreamy look falling over him. "'Til I met Kitty. Maybe it's 'cause he was on the crew, maybe it was his kiddos, that we had time to be friends and get to know each other first, I dunno. But one day I just...looked 'im in the eyes as he berated me for bein' an idiot and gettin' myself hurt bad enough he had to stitch me up, and I just couldn't look away." He leans forward, putting an elbow on his knee and propping his chin firmly over his knuckles. "And now I couldn't imagine life without 'im or the kids."

18. Have you ever been kissed?

He bites down firmly on the toothpick, offering a simple wink. It seems he figures that's suffice an answer...

#swtor #bounty hunter #smuggler #chiss #cathar #voids ocs #tales from the void #oc: ar'eonis'terrinxx #oc: jen sept #terrin x torian #answered ask #ic ask game #anonymous #long post

[crossroadsserpent]

Beautiful Bloodshed

Otis Driftwood x Transmasc! Reader. (18+)

Chapter Five.

(Chapter Four can be found below)

Same summary and warnings apply.

(A/N: This story is being put up on my Wattpad! The latest chapter/s will be posted after they are posted here. I wanted to put them all together in one book so they could all be read together. Each chapter will be posted on Tumblr first so don't worry if you don't have Wattpad!.)

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(Two weeks after the events of Chapter Four. Otis and Y/N pretend that the hug never happened, but Y/N is slowly starting to realize their feelings for Otis.)

Y/N was sitting on the floor in Otis's room, sketchbook on their knees, drawing while Otis paints on the other side of the room. He finally got around to finishing the painting he'd been working on, a fairly big canvas painted totally black with a large human heart painted in red in the center. Y/N wasn't able to see what he'd been painting around it, but from where they were sitting they had a perfect view of his profile.

Perfect.

They smiled softly as they began to draw, starting with small lines, then moving on to longer lines. They took about 10 minutes to do the rough sketch, then they began to work on flushing it out, adding more details like hair strands and small markings.

By the time they were done Otis had moved on from his painting, now behind the curtain, no doubt working on another one of his sculptures. They let out a soft sigh, closing their sketchbook and sliding it back into their bag, getting up from their place on the floor. They walked out of the room without saying anything, not wanting to bother Otis while he was working, he tended to get grumpy when anyone bothered them (though he wouldn't mind a bit if it were Y/N).

They made their way down to the kitchen, where mama was sat just like last time, but this time she was by herself. She smiled at Y/N, watching as they grabbed a beer from the fridge.

"You sure do like to drink, huh Y/N?" Mama said with a chuckle. They shrugged with a smile, taking a seat across from her, opening the beer with relative ease.

"Eh, keeps the voices in my head at bay." They joked, making mama chuckle again.

"Those voices tellin' you things? Good things I hope." Mama's motherly tendancies never ceased to make Y/N feel welcome and loved. They shrug again, not really sure how to explain what the voices are telling him.

"I suppose so, maybe lies though." They said, thinking back the the time the voice in his head constantly talked about that nickname Otis gave him. He brushed it off, reasoning that Baby's name wasn't actually baby and it started out as a nickname from Otis too, so it wasn't unusual for Otis to give nicknames.

"How could they be lyin' to ya? They tellin' you stuff that don't seem right?" Mama asked, looking a little concerned.

Y/N gave her a small nod. "Suppose they are..."

"Like what?" She probed further, hoping to maybe help them.

"It's nothin' I can't handle myself." They say shaking their head.

Mama let out a soft sigh. "Well... promise you'll tell me if there's somethin' I can help ya with. I'd hate to see any of my babies sufferin'."

Y/N nods, clearing their throat slightly.

"I actually wanna ask you somethin'..." they mess with the bottle in their hand, worrying that maybe this was a bad idea.

"Go on then, darlin'! I'm all ears." Mama smiles warmly.

"I um... I've been feeling a little... off? Lately all I've wanted to do is hang out with Otis. I know it's makin' baby mad, but I can't help it, and I don't know why. I dunno, I thought maybe you would know..." they felt stupid asking a question like that, but they figured an outside perspective may help them understand.

Mama's smile grows as she let out a laugh.

"Sweetie, I think I know what your feelin'. I think gou might have some feelins for my little boy, and from what I've seen, so does he." She says happily.

Feelings? For Otis? No.... Y/N had never had feelings for anyone, or atleast they'd never noticed them before...

There was no way what Mama said was true, they didn't have feelings for Otis.

......Did they?

As the days go on Y/N started to pay more attention to the feelings they get when they are around Otis.

The little tingles in his brain every time one of his stupid jokes made Otis laugh.

The butterflies in his stomach every time he noticed Otis looking at him.

The jolt of his heart every time Otis said his name....

By the end of the week Y/N couldn't deny it....

Mama was right, he was in love...

He was in love with Otis.

The worst part was they were sure that if Otis found out he'd never want to see them again, or worse.

The very thought of Otis getting mad, demanding that he leave and never come back, hurling those nasty words from his art piece at him... it all made him feel sick to his stomach.

So Y/N decided to keep it quiet, thinking it was better to keep quiet than lose a good friend.

Saturday night, before heading home, Y/N approached Mama Firefly who was sat by herself in the livingroom, smoking a cigarette.

"Mama, you were right...." They said awkwardly, fidgeting with the hem of their shirt.

Mama gave them a confused look, unsure of what they were talking about. "About what, sweetie?"

"About... ya know... me havin' feelings for O-Otis..." they stuttered slightly at the end, their voice quiet, not wanting anyone else in the house to hear.

Mama's eyes lit up, a smile spreading across her face. "I told ya, darlin'! A mother always knows!"

Y/N began to panic and hurriedly shushed her, their eyes darting between the stairs and the doorway to the hall.

"Shhhhhh! Please, I don't want anyone to know..." they begged, the panic evident in their eyes.

Mama immediately saw the panic and gave them a knowing nod. "Ah, you haven't told him yet. You know you'd feel better if ya did, besides, he might surprise ya." She said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, with a knife in my throat." They responded making Mama gasp.

"Honey, he wouldn't do nothin' like that! Not to you!" She said putting a gentle hand on their shoulder.

"Sweetie, trust me, as your mama, tell him."

Y/N shook their head 'no', looking away from her. "I can't, he don't like me like that, and I don't wanna ruin everything like I always do."

Mama shrugged and took a long drag off her cigarette. "Whatever you say, darlin', you have a good night now." She pats their shoulder before sitting back on the couch, allowing them to leave.

Her words echoed in their mind as they drove back to their apartment. Maybe he should just admit his feelings to Otis, the worst thing he could do is yell...

Otis killing him would be a great mercy over living with the embarrassment.

End of Chapter Five.

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Hi! Author here! I'm sorry if this one was a little sad! I would like to warn that some future chapters will be pretty emotional, I'll put a warning before the emotional parts so you can skip them if you need!

[rosetintedgunman]

Sparkles ✨! BUT WAIT, IS THAT AN UNO REVERSE CARD?! Wilf encouraged me to send this...like he literally came into my room.

Ash. You already know how much I love your writing and your characters, but I will always remind you and others just how much so. You are such a talented writer and your passion for each individual you write shines through every headcanon, drabble, monologue and art piece. To add to that, you are a lovely, kind, supportive person who cares infinitely about her friends and that is such a wonderful thing. The bottom line is, I love you so much and if I have the opportunity to share that, I always will...even when Wilf is bouncing on my bed as I type this. Wilford Motherloving Warfstache, I swear--❤

@snake-eyes-11

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hEY WAIT NO THAT'S ILLEGAL - ;A;

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I was going to hold onto this a little longer, but the announcement for the H.allowe'en Bash in the parks brought this to the forefront of my mind. BECAUSE! I saw your announcement and my brain was like 'That's totally because of Amy'. It's so natural and normal to me because YOU made it natural and normal.

I know it's cliché and an overused statement... But your O.ogie is the main one for me. I see anything in canon or merch, I think of your boy. It's been... Sheesh, it'll be nine years in just under a week since I set up my original Jack indie blog I swear I'm going back to it once I have more time I swear ;A; and got to meet you. I've had a LOT of time to see you grow and develop, and honestly you've gone from strength to strength. Even when you feel you've hit a point of stagnation, you find a workaround and revitalise yourself once you've had a chance to step back and recover.

Not only that, every single character you have is a joy to interact with. They're so varied and interesting. Every dynamic is so unique and I've never once felt like we were repeating ourselves. You've taken O.ogie and developed him in a way that he can interact with waaaay more characters than he might otherwise have, and I love it! Yes, let's swap out the Mayor with another mayor for a while and see what happens! Let's put the S.anta Clause in place and make Wilf be in charge of Ch.ristmas Town! Let's give O.ogie the most annoying imaginary friend possible!

You embody the joy of crossover RP that I think a lot of people have forgotten over the years. It's supposed to be wacky and absolutely unpredictable, yet makes perfect sense when you stop and think about it. And not only that, you're so open, friendly and supportive. Nothing is impossible knowing I have you in my corner, and you'd best know I'm carrying pom-poms and am ready to cheer you on for every single idea and project you have.

I intend for this to continue for a long while yet because I don't know what I'd do without you!!!

BONUS:

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"LISTEN. Yer bed is BOUNCY. That's not MY fault. Free real estate, an' I'll go back an' bounce on it again if ya stay up past yer bedtime one more time."

"Oogie? Yeah. He's a good fella. Or, eh, one've them good beetles? Is that th' way they say it over there? Doesn't matter. He's been helpin' me get ta grips with bein' in charge of Christmas. Maaaybe he's also a little disgruntled that I get ta leave an' come back. I keep tellin' him that he needs ta take a vacation with th' wife an' kids, an' I don't think he listens ta me! Amy. Let yer boi have a holiday. A 'not Hallowe'en' holiday. A vacation. Oooh! A spa trip fer him an' Missus Boogie!

An' May! May, my little Cola Cube. She's grown up so fast! Able ta run whole Museums an' make th' coolest show thingies in th' whole city. I'm so proud of her an' her magic. Ya gotta make sure she gets ta have adventures with her friends an' have fun. It's what she deserves!"

#(HEY YOU WHY ARE YOU SO STINKING NICE AND COOL) #(WHY YOU GOTTA UNO REVERSE ME LIKE THAT) #sneaky sneaky sparkles #(still open; no guarantee on when they come out next :P ) #snakeeyes11

[frenziedslashers]

Okay, since I know now, and I love the way you write the Sinclairs. Can I request angry/make up sex with Lester and his female SO? As much of an easy-going person Lester is, he's got get angry sometimes, right? That's just being human.

I love this sm, sorry this took so long! I've never written a fic like this so it took me a bit to get it right lmao

Hate Fucking with Lester Sinclair(NSFT):

Your heart was beating quickly in your chest the longer the silence in the truck continued. Clenching your eyes shut as you both drove home in the dark. Both the dark and the silence practically swallowing you whole. You hated it. Sure, the radio was playing, and you could hear the gravel from the road hitting the side of the truck. But Lester wasn't singing, nor was he rambling about this or that. No, he was quiet, glaring in front of him at the road. You wanted to say something, anything, really, but you didn't know what to say. Looking down when you heard him let out a sharp exhale.

"Why'd ya do that?" His voice was sharp and stern, and he didn't look over to you to see if you were even awake. No, he was too mad. "Why'd I do what?" You snapped back, and he let out a growl. "Fuck, ya know damn well what I'm talkin' about!" He shouted, his voice cracking which made him smack his steering wheel. Foot pressing a bit harder on the gas. Going faster than he should be. Especially with it beng late at night. Hard telling what critters could run out into the road. "Why'd ya gotta have that fuckin' attitude today! And why'd ya have to go and flirt with that guy!" He shouted in frustration. You were at a loss for words. This was what he was mad about?

"I didn't flirt with him," You spat in defense, and he rolled his eyes with a laugh. "Ya didn't, did ya?" He laughed again. "Ya shoulda been'a comedian. I saw the way ya looked at him, how ya told him ya weren't in a relationship." You glared over at the man beside you. "Oh, and we are?" You snapped, and he looked genuinely hurt. Guilt pooling in your stomach. "Lester, I only did that to gain his trust, ya're the one that suggested I help Bo with the tourists anyways." He was hardly paying attention anymore. Lips in a slight pout as he stared ahead at the road. "Lester," He scoffed when you said his name. "Don't even, obviously everythin' we shared ain't mean nothin' to ya." You stared at him. You wanted to be mad, but you did feel bad for what you had said. "Lester, I didn't mean it like that." He shook his head, stopping the truck in front of the house. "Then what did ya mean? Humor me, because I'm apparently too stupid to understand it!" His voice was raised, and you flinched. Eyes widening a bit. You had never seen him this mad before.

"I meant that we aren't in a relationship. We have never once established anything, Lester." He wouldn't look at you. "Did ya want to be in one?" He took his keys from the ignition after shutting his truck off. "I don't know what I want, anymore." He told you, coldly. Looking over at you with a stern look before shoving his door open and then slamming it behind him. You left the vehicle as well, practically throwing yourself out so you could follow after him. "Lester, wait, please don't. I don't wan'us goin' to bed pissed." He kept his pace fast, not wanting to slow down anymore for you. Nearly hitting you with the door even. "Lester, I do like ya, but I didn't think ya liked me, okay? Is that what ya wanna hear?" You chased after him until he stopped, freezing so you weren't too close to him. Watching him spin around to face you. "Oh, what I wanna hear? Is that what ya're tellin' me? 'Cause I wanna hear it?" He started stepping towards you and with each step you took a stap back. Until you were pressed up against the door. Lester crowding your space. "Ya think ya can tell me those little words and I'll believe ya now? That I'll belive y'ain't just sayin' these things so I don't let my brothers kill ya? Ain't treatin' me like that tourist back in town?" You felt yourself shiver. You'd never felt this threatened by Lester before, and you hated the part of you that was getting aroused by it. "Lest' I'd never treat ya like a tourist, I care for ya too much and ya know that." You tried to argue, but he just chuckled.

"How'd I know y'ain't been makin' me feel this way the whole time so I didn't let my brothers kill ya?" You stared for a moment before responding. "Because I wouldn't lie to ya, Lest'." He sneered, staring down at you. "Yeah?" You nodded your head. Tensing when you felt his hand on your throat. "And how'd'ya know I won't just dispose of ya myself?" You clenched your jaw when you felt him apply pressure to your throat. An exhale leaving your nostrils as you clenched your eyes shut. A little worried he might do something bad to you. "'Cause," You let your eyes flutter open while you spoke. He sniggered, getting a bit closer to your face so his lips were ghosting yours. "'Cause why, sweet-pea?" You let out a small noise at the nickname, thankful to hear it again, but he caught on. "Don't think that means I forgive ya, now answer me," He shoved you more into the wall with his words. "'Cause I know ya like me too much," He smirked, chuckling a bit. "How'd'ya know that?" You gulped, "'Cause ya would have done it by now if ya didn't." He chuckled, letting you go, and backing away from you. Looking you over for a moment. "Damn right I would've."

You striaghtened yourself up against the door. Looking up into his piercing eyes. "Lester, I wouldn' ever leave you for someone like that dipshit from today. Ya can't think that little of me." He rolled his eyes. Folding his arms over his chest. He didn't walk away though, so you knew he wanted to be there with you. Even if he was still pissed. "Yeah, and how'd'I know that? How'd'I know y'ain't lyin' or- or that ya hate it here with me. That I force ya to be here because if you left my brothers wouldn' let ya see the outside of town." You stepped closer to him, hoping he wouldn't walk away from you. "Because, I know the consequences, but I want to stay here, with you. I volunteered to stay with you, and not in town." Lester watched you cautiously step closer to him. Licking his lips when your hands lifted to rest on his biceps. "Because I care about ya, Lester, and really, I thought maybe if I flirted with that guy from earlier ya'd step in and finally admit ya liked me." He furrowed his brow again. Muscles tensning a bit. "Ya did that on purpose?" His nose twitched a bit out of frustration, and you looked to the side, then back to him. "Wasn't my best idea, okay? I just didn't know if ya liked me and I didn't know how else to go about it." He scoffed, shaking his head. "Ya're ridiculous." You nodded, "I know I am." The two of you stood there for a moment longer, before you pulled your hands back to yourself. "I can leave ya be now. M'sorry about the trouble." You ducked your head, heading for the room you stayed in, but a hand on your upper arm stopped you. "Nuh-uh, it ain't that easy," He spoke, voice a bit darker than before. Laced with this edge you've never been around to witness. Something that had your body tingling.

Lester pulled you against him. An arm wrapping around your waist to secure you against him. His other hand still digging into your arm. "Ya really mean all that?" He asked, looking into your eyes. Searching for the answers he craved. "Yeah, I do." You told him, and he nodded a bit. Leaning his head down. "All of it?" You nodded, and that was enough for the Sinclair.

Lesters lips were on yours like his life depended on it. The kiss was deep and rough. You wondered if he normally kissed like this, or if it was part of him being upset with you. Either way you weren't compaining. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, but he stopped you. His hands grabbing your wrists. Slamming your back against the wall with a 'THUD!' Moving your hands above your head so he could secure them with one hand. Leaving his other hand free to do whatever. Grabbing your chin to make sure you were looking at him when he pulled away. "I ain't said ya could touch me, sluts like ya don't deserve to get what they want." He snarled, anger still burning behind his eyes. The man still hurt by your actions, wanting to make sure that you'd understand it, too.

You barely had time to reciprocate his words before his mouth was on yours again, slotting himself between your thighs so he could rut up against you. The sensation making you both gasp into one anothers mouth. "Mm, fuck, sweet-pie." He groaned, rolling his hips up into you again. His cock aching for attention. Something more than just this. "Lest, let me take care of ya, please?" He snorted, his mouth ghosting over your ear now. "Mhm, like ya took care of me back in town? How ya broke m'heart?" He chuckled lowly, free hand dipping to undue his belt. "I don't think so, missy." He hummed. Biting on the side of your throat. The sensation making you moan. "I should just use ya," He taunted, "Leave ya hear when I'm done with ya. Feelin' used and betrayed like how ya made me feel in town." He continued. His belt falling to the floor in a clatter. Leg slotted between yours to keep you from clenching your thighs. "Fuck ya like a doll," He added with a snicker, kissing and sucking on the side of your neck. "But we both know I won't, not all night, 'least." He told you, which had you whimpering at the thought.

"Lester, please, M'so sorry." He smirked, unbuttoning his jeans now. Taking his time. Enjoying the whimpers and pleas you released. "Oh, I'm sure y'are, dolly, but I ain't one to forgive easily when people fuck with my feelings. I let you into my home, n'this is how ya treat me? I should just kill ya right here." His hand moved to your jeans once his were pulled down his thighs. Unhooking the button and ripping them down your legs. A small yelp leaving your lips. "Fuck, I didn't mean to hurt ya, Lest, I swear." You tried to plea with him. Hoping more than anything that he would forgive you, but really you were getting worked up just as much as he was. "Please," He leaned back up to your ear, nudging it with his nose. "Please what, sweet-pea?" He asked, a sly smile on his lips when he pressed his fingers up against your warth through your panties. His callosed fingers rubbing and pressing enough to have you squirming and whining. "Dammit, fuck me." You breathed out, and he nodded. Those were the words that he needed to hear. Sure, he was playing this out and still pissed, but he didn't want to do anything that you didn't want, either.

His hand holding yours dropped so he could grab at your hips. Lifting you so you could wrap your legs around his waist. He wanted to bat your hands away when you went to fish him from his boxers, but he let it happen. Your hands felt so nice wrapped around his length. So soft and small compared to his. Hips bucking when you ran your thumb over his tip, a groan leaving his throat. "Fuck, don't test me," He snarled, and you only smirked. Squealing when he pinned your arms again. "I fuckin' mean it, I'll leave you right here God help me," He snapped, and you nodded. "Sorry, Lester." And he nodded, "Ya gonna listen, then?" You nodded, but he shook his head. "I wanna hear it," "Yes, I'll listen." He smiled. Leaning in to kiss your lips. "Good," He hummed, catching your lips in a heated kiss. Guiding your hands to rest on his shoulders. Soon grabbing himself again so he could pull your panties to the side and sheath himself within you.

Your eyes clenched shut, mouth falling open with a groan. You hadn't done anything sexual since before you got into Ambrose. Which was nearly four months ago. So the intrusion was rather uncomfortable. Fingers digging into his shoulders, your head falling back against the wall when his forehead fell to your shoulder. Pants leaving his mouth while he slid into you. He was bigger than you expected, too. Though really you weren't sure what to expect. A small 'Fuck', leaving Lesters lips while he did his best to keep his hips still. Letting you adjust for a moment.

It wasn't long beofre his hips were moving in and out of you, he didn't keep his movements slow, either. He went straight to the pace that he wanted. A pace that he thought you deserved. "Fuck, sweet-pie." He groaned in your ear, jolts of pain and pleasure running through your body. The sensations of the wall rubbing against your back only adding to the pain. "Lester," You moaned, and he chuckled, nipping at your neck, hands squeezing and groping at your body with shallow breath. "God, been waitin' for ya to say m'name like that for ages." He muttered against your skin. Groin rutting against you just right with each thrust of his hips. Small whimpers leaving your mouth with each thrust, as well.

Your fingers were clawing at his shoulders, head lolling back. Leaving the man just enough room to mark up your neck. "E'ryone's gonna know," He let out a soft moan. "Gonna know ya belong to me now, all me." His possessiveness wasn't something you expected, but you guessed it made sense. Though, with how he was hammering into you right now you could hardly think about that.

A whine left your lips when he pulled out of you, eyes falling onto his with a pleading look. Catching the smirk on his own lips, the dark chuckle that left them as well. "Want more?" He teased, your body still wrapped around his as he led you over to the couch. "Stand," You listened to him. Dropping your legs so they were on the ground, now. You went to walk around to the other side of the couch, but he stopped you. "I ain't said go over there, dolly." You shuddered at the nickname. Typically you hated it when you were called that, but from Lester it felt so much different.

He looked over your body for a moment. Eyes raking over your naked form. He still had his shirt and flannel on, and you wished he would take them off, too. Wished that you could see all of him. His hands moved to your hips, flipping you around so you were leaning over the back of the couch. A low groan eliciting from his chest. "Fuck, could get used to this view," You hid your face a bit at his comment. A small wave of embarrassment washing over your body. It was quickly replaced by pleasure when his thumb went to rub slow, soft circles over your clit. "Lester, fuck," You mewled, rocking your hips a bit, but he stopped once you did. A soft hum leaving his throat. Before he replaced his thumb with the tip of his dick. Rubbing over your sensitive bud with a smirk. Enjoying the soft noises that you let out. The way you squirmed beneath him. God, he loved every bit of this.

He let a moan of his own escape his lips when he pushed himself back into you. Thumb back on your clit so he could just keep himself within you and feel your walls flutter around him for a bit. It was amazing, really. He almost forgot he was mad at you, until you let out an apology and a plea. "Lester, m'sorry 'bout earlier. Please move," You moaned. "Fuck, please, 'll do anythin'." You tried your best to sound strong, but you couldn't with the movements he was putting on your sex. His hips slowly rocking, though not enough for you.

"Anythin'?" He asked, hands running down from your mid-back, to the globes of your ass. Giving them both a rough squeeze. Raking his upper teeth over his bottom lip with a grunt. Snapping his hips into you, then stilling. Trying to get a reaction out of you. "Yes, anything!" You shouted, and he nodded. "Be mine, then." He groaned, and you nodded. "Fuck, yes'll be yours. 'Til I die." He moaned at your words, letting his eyes flutter shut before he started rocking his hips back and forth.

This pace was a lot more gentle than the one earlier. He was taking his time with you, hips rolling in and out of you with a liesured pace. "So perfect," He rambled, hands running over any inch of skin he could touch. Eyes opening again so he could watch you close. When you started meeting his thrusts he picked up his pace a bit. One hand holding your hip to keep you still, the other on your mid-back. Mumbling to no one in peculiar while he thrusted in and out of you.

It wasn't long before his hips started snapping again like before. Though his soft touches made up for his bruising pace. Your hands clawing for anything to stabalize yourself. "Lest," You moaned, "I'm, Oh- 'm close." Your words only spurred him on, making him focus on your body more. He wanted to feel you cum around him so bad. A hand reaching between your legs to rub at your clit again. When you came he pulled himself out before he let his own orgasm wash over him. White streaks covering your ass and thighs. Moans intoxicating the air while your orgasms ripped through you both. Lester leaning forward to wrap his arms around your waist. Burrying his face in the crook of your neck with a pant.

"Lester," You spoke in almost a gasp. Reaching down to grab one of his hands. Intertwining your fingers with his, which made him smile a bit. "Yes, sweet-pea?" You smiled softly. "Can we lay down, my legs hurt." He chuckled, kissing the side of your head with a groan when you pressed your ass back against his dick. "'S m'turn to tak care of y'anyways." You told him, moving your head to look back at him. His eyes locked on yours, a small smirk on his lips. "Can't argue to that, sweetheart." He told you, giving you a quick kiss with a hum. "Lemme get your legs cleaned up first." And without question he was wandering off to grab a towel from the bathroom to get your legs wiped off. Admiring your position still leaned over the couch, the small smirk that was planted on your lips. "Like what ya see?" He chuckled at your words. Kneeling down on the ground so he could wipe your legs off. "Always," He purred, leaning in to lick up your cunt, a moan leaving your lips. You could take care of him later, he had other ideas right now.

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If your still doing the prompt stuff could you do 30 please

30. “I’m never going to leave you again. I promise.”

You watch as Bucky converses with his ex, Dot. Their break-up wasn't a bad one. It was a mutual decision. But seeing him with her, you can't help but see how perfect they are for each other. You suddenly feel your heart drop to your stomach. What if this re-ignites something in Bucky? What if he decides that he'll never love you like he loved Dot and wants to get back together with her?

You watch as she pats his pudgy belly and he lets out a laugh. You then gulp down the rest of your glass and ask the bartender for something stronger.

Many shots of tequila and and two hours later, Bucky is helping a staggering you get into the car. You almost got kicked out of the bar for causing a scene. Bucky immediately grabbed you, paid for both of your tabs and left, waving good-bye to Dot.

On the way home, Bucky's head snaps to you when you start to sniffle and cry, "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I don't want you to leave me," you whimper, head leaning against the window, away from him.

"Who said I was leaving you, 'cause it sure as hell wasn't me!"

"But you saw Dot and you remembered how much you love her and that you'll never love me as much as her so you're gonna leave me to be with her again!" you threw your head into your hands as you sobbed.

Bucky sighed, immediately pulling over to the side of the street. He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to you, "Honey, look at me." You raise your head and Bucky's heart nearly breaks from the hurt in your eyes, "Baby," he reaches out and thumbs away your tears, "I'm never going to leave you. I promise."

"But-"

"I know I spent a lot of tonight talking to Dot and I'm sorry. We were watching up. She's happily married by the way. What she and I had was good, but what you and I have? It's better."

You sniffle, "It is?"

He nods, "Yeah, honey, it is. I don't know how to describe it, but things are just so much better now that I'm with you. I've never felt happier or as in love as I am with you. So I'm tellin' ya, baby, I'm not leaving you. You're it for me."

You sniffle again, wiping your tears, "Fuck. I'm an idiot. I'm so sorry, Bucky."

"No need to be sorry, baby. I'm sorry. Never doubt that I love you okay?"

You nod, "Okay. I love you too."

"I love you more."

Bucky then buckles his seatbelt again and continues the drive back to your shared apartment.

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On a Snowy Night

Timeskip!Atsumu Miya x reader

Summary: On a snowy night, you were with your friends at a party. Although you expected happiness, you felt a little empty. Through your jealousy plan, some things go wrong- but does the end make it worth it?

CW: suggestive?, cursing, gross guy

Word Count: 803 words

A/N: isdjfoi i’m a bit rusty but i hope you guys like it enough. i believe everything is gender neutral for the most part (since gender doesn’t really play a role in my stories too much anyway) but let me know if there is something that isn’t gender neutral so I can fix it! content warning is very loose, i don’t think anything in the fix is extreme but i put it down just in case

It was a chilly night in Tokyo, one in winter where snow falls and steadily coats the ground with white fluff. You were at a party with your group of chaotic friends, all while dancing with a man whose name you can’t even remember. You thought to be enjoying yourself, although other thoughts were plaguing your mind. You were hoping to catch the attention of your best friend, Miya Atsumu- though it seems as if he was busy giving others his attention. As you were brought back into the present, the man you were dancing with had started grabbing your wrists insisting you go to one of the back rooms.

“C’mon, let loose a little sweetheart,” he slurs as he drags you along with a slight stumble in his step.

You stood your ground, looking back at the man with disgust. “I am not going within 10 feet of your cheese filled dick,” you snorted out as you slapped the man’s hand away.

Although you had realised it was slightly your fault for dancing with him, he shouldn’t have grabbed you or insisted on going into one of the back rooms of the party. Suddenly, he starts to loom over you and grabs at your wrist once more. 

“C’mon you dumb bitch, one night isn’t going to hurt,” he spat. 

“I would prefer it if ya didn’t touch my doll,” a voice from behind you spoke. A voice you can point out from miles away, the voice of your best friend.

“Sheesh, didn’t know you were Miya’s- should’ve told me sooner slut,” the guy spoke.

As the man spoke, you could feel Atsumu tense up. “Tsumu, it isn’t worth it. Let’s just go,” you told him, pulling the glaring boy away from the gross man. 

You led him outside onto the balcony of the house, feeling some tension in the air- leaving you with goosebumps filling your arms. You leaned both your arms against the rail, holding your face in your hands as you watched the snow fall down.

“Why did ya dance with him?” Atsumu questioned as he followed your actions right beside you.

“No reason, don’t worry about it Tsumu.”

“There has to be more than that, just be honest with me y/n.”

“If I'm going to be honest, I've been pining after you since we were kids. I thought that dancing with someone else might either give me a distraction or a reaction from you,” you spoke as you sighed, a little surprised that you were able to tell him the truth so quickly. You didn’t expect to confess to Atsumu this way at all, nor did you ever expect yourself to confess to him ever. He never really gave the girls the time of day, but he never really reacted to you having partners either- making you believe he didn’t have any romantic feelings towards you at all. As you were thinking into the interactions between you both, a chuckle broke off your train of thought.

“Ya know, I’ve been in love with ya for over 10 years y/n. God we’re so stupid. Samu kept tellin me that ya liked me but I never believed him. Today, I was going to let ya know I really liked ya but those girls kept hoggin me and wouldn’t let me go. And I felt so discouraged when ya were dancin with that douche, but turns out it was to make me jealous huh? I felt so angry seeing him treat ya like that. I know ya can stand yer ground and probably pass a mean kick to his balls but,” he turned to you as he started speaking his next words. 

“I wanted to be there for ya, no matter what. I wanted to back ya up, because we’re partners in crime. I care for ya, and I want to let ya know that I would do everything in my power to keep ya happy and healthy,” he said with a soft smile, patting your head.

You were pleasantly surprised from his declaration, and rather than words to show your happiness- you decided on hugging him very tightly. You both stayed like that for some time until Atsumu decided to pull back. He glanced from your eyes to your lips as a silent plea. Rather than waiting, you took initiative and grabbed his face and pulled his into yours. 

“FUCKIN FINALLY!”

You both jumped away from each other to see Osamu and your friends who yelled while suna was recording the whole thing.

“HEY WHAT HAPPENED TO PRIVACY SAMU YA LITTLE-,” Atsumu yelled out as he jumped his brother.

Everyone began filling the balcony with laughter, causing you to smile at the scene- reminding you that although the confession wasn’t perfect, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

A/N: Feel free to leave some requests! 

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My Pirate Lord and Our Life Ch. 35

Chapter 35

After parting ways with Motonari, I went to join Misa and my guards in the busy market. I must have had a look on my face because Misa was grabbing my hand. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"You know exactly what's wrong." I replied.

"Doesn't mean it's going to happen today." She reminded.

"I know...but I just...I have this feeling." I answered. "My gut has been right more often than not since coming here, I've noticed."

Misa gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. Then she gave me a smile. "Alright, this is my first time in the market place of a Sengoku port city. Show me around. Show me what made you fall in love with this time, huh?" She encouraged.

I knew she was trying to take my mind off of what I felt was coming. I smiled at her. "Of course. I do have some fabrics I need to look for anyways."

She released my hand only to link her arm through mine. We then began to walk through the city like that, my guards following us closely. We spent hours pouring over fabrics and me showing her other interesting items in the market place before I got hungry. We headed into a tea house and ordered some tea and sweets to snack on.

After finishing up, we exited the tea house and that was when I saw Keiji, Mitsuhide, and a group of Oda soldiers. My heart dropped into my stomach and tears were already threatening to spill out of my eyes.

They approached us. My guards, knowing the plan as they were some of Motonari's most trusted men, stood defensive, but still somewhat relaxed. I swallowed around the lump that was forming in my throat. I had my own part to play in thi after all. In case any of Kicho's men were watching. We had to make this convincing.

"Keiji, Mitsuhide, what are you guys doing here?" I asked, hoping my voice didn't betray me.

"You guys have troops with you. Looks like you mean business." Misa added, helping me as much as she could. "You guys haven't found...HIM?" SHe asked.

"We have." Mitsuhide answered.

"And Ava, I'm really sorry, but...we've tracked him here by following Motonari." Keiji added, believably apologetic.

"Well, I mean he's been after him, too." I said.

"Little mouse, that's not what we mean." Mitsuhide said, his tone actually sounding sympathetic. "Hideyoshi is heading to interrupt a meeting between them as we speak."

"Motonari has betrayed us...betrayed you." Keiji said.

Though I knew this was all part of the plan, though I knew it was all an act, hearing those words still stung. I shook my head. "No...he...he wouldn't." Tears were blurring my vision. Though I knew this was all planned, all staged...knowing that I was about to be separated from Motonari for an indefinite period of time...it hurt. That was what brought on the tears.

"The Cap'n would never betray the princess." One of my guards spoke up.

"Then why do you all look ready to fight us?" Keiji asked.

"We're always on guard to protect our lady." Another of my guards answered.

"The Cap'n would have our heads if we let anyone or anything take or hurt her."

"If he's still on our side, then there's no reason for you to be defensive around us." Mitsuhide said.

"Clearly you believe the story yer tellin' us...which means yer here to take the princess back." The first guard replied. "We told ya, the Cap'n would have our heads if we let anyone take her."

The next thing I knew, the guards were pulling out their swords, Mitsuhide, Keiji, and the Oda troops were drawing theirs. My guards had formed a loose circle around Misa and me, which was then surrounded by the Oda.

"I'm prepared to fight you guys, but...we fight like this Ava might get hurt." Keiji said.

"And if Motonari would have your heads, then you know your best bet is to surrender." Mitsuhide said.

My guards looked at each other. Then I was speaking up. "There's no need to fight...no one should get hurt over me." I spoke up.

"Lady Mouri..." One of my guards said, surprised.

Everyone here was definitely a much better actor than I was. "I don't want anyone to get hurt over me. We just have to wait for Motonari to straighten this all out."

"Princess..." One of my guards said.

"Alright...we surrender." The first guard said.

Everyone dropped their weapons and then Mitsuhide ordered them be tied up.

"Mitsuhide...is that really necessary?" I asked.

"Yes." He answered. "Come on, little one."

We were all then exiting the city and heading for an Oda ship that was waiting at the docs. We boarded and Mitsuhide took the "prisoners" below deck to "interrogate" them. There were some convincing sounding cries coming from below deck and soon they were "confessing" to Motonari's plan to betray the Oda forces.

Nobunaga stood on the deck of the ship, looking towards the shore as we were already beginning to sail away. I wasn't sure how long we had been on the ship before Nobunaga saw the white smoke. "They'll be here soon. Be prepared." He ordered.

"Yes my lord!" The crew called as they set to work.

Nobunaga looked at me next. "Ava, are you prepared to continue your part?" He asked me.

I nodded. "Yes."

"I still don't quite understand why Ava has to be involved in this at all." Misa said. "The stress of this isn't good for you, you know." She added this last part looking at me.

"I'll be alright." I replied, placing my hand over my belly. "We'll be alright."

I was then going to sit down for a moment, staying out of sight until it was time. It was just a few moments later, I heard the sound of our cannons going off. The men worked to reload the cannons and then Nobunaga was giving the order. "Fire!"

The cannons went off again and I prayed hit nothing. It was a few moments later, I heard the voice I would recognize anywhere. Over a thousand lifetimes, I would always know his voice. "To the cannons!" Motonari shouted.

It wasn't hard for me to act at this point. I flew to my feet and ran from my hiding place. I had to see him and be seen. "Nobunaga, stop! Motonari, stop!" I cried out, the tears I had been holding back now streaming freely down my face.

I turned to face Motonari and I saw him looking at me. He was holding cloth to what appeared to be a nasty wound across his chest and abdomen. I could see the red blood staining the white cloth. I wanted nothing more than to go to him and treat his wound...to know he was okay. To be with him. He had a pained look on his face, but I could tell it wasn't from the wound. He felt more pain over seeing me on the other end of his cannons than from his wound.

"Hold yer fire!" He shouted at his men.

His eyes remained on me, our gazes holding each other. I found myself shouting my true desires as the tears spilled down my cheeks. “Motonari…please…don’t…don’t do this.” I pleaded, wanting to abandon this whole plan. I saw Kicho on his ship. He was alone. We could easily capture him and be done with this. We could just drop this charade and be home together.

Motonari looked at me. He seemed to lose his breath and I could see he was having the same thoughts as I was. But after a few moments, determination shown in those crimson eyes. I knew why this was the plan and so did he. I knew what we were fighting for. He was fighting to protect me.

“Sorry flower girl, but I have ta see this through! I’ll come back for ya and make everything right again!” He shouted at me.

His ship then began to sail away faster, though he remained rooted to the spot he stood as I did in mine, our gazes locked as we grew far too quickly farther apart. I hoped he could see in my eyes how much I loved him and believed in him. Come back to me in one piece! I shouted in my head. I'll be waiting for you...we'll be waiting for you.

Soon both ships were out of firing range and there was no point in us pursuing Motonari's ship. Nobunaga gave the order and we were heading back to port. Misa came up to me and put her arms around me, hugging me close. I hugged her back as the tears flowed even more freely down my face and sobs wracked my chest.

By the time we returned to port, I had managed to stop crying. We picked up the rest of our waiting forces, Hideyoshi and the troops he had taken to confront Motonari and Kicho. Once they boarded, I noticed Hideyoshi wasn't wearing his armor and his shoulder seemed to be bandaged.

"What...what exactly happened?" I asked.

"I was...uh...shot." Hideyoshi answered.

"This was the part of the plan that was discussed when you weren't in the room." Mitsuhide said, coming up beside me.

"What? You mean...Motonari...shot you?" I asked.

"Yes and that wound you saw on Motonari's chest was from Hideyoshi's sword." Mitsuhide explained.

"You tried to STAB MY HUSBAND?" I asked.

Hideyoshi shot MItsuhide a glare. "We...uh...we tried to keep you from knowing about this part." He admitted. "The one thing that bastard and I agreed on."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Hideyoshi sighed. "In order to make things seem more convincing for Kicho, we agreed that we should wound each other."

"Why...why are all of you men such idiots?!" I found myself shouting. "So willing to risk life threatening injuries for the sake of some stupid plan?! There has to be a better way!"

"Ava..." Hideyoshi began.

Misa held up her hand to Hideyoshi. Then she was putting a hand on my shoulder. "Ava, calm down. Getting this worked up isn't good for you or the baby."

"Well, holding it all in can't be either!" I found myself shouting. I was feeling hurt and angry and frustrated. I missed Motonari and I hated this entire plan. I was also pissed at Kicho. Why couldn't he just stop his evil plans and make peace like everyone else. "Just...fuck it all!" I shouted before heading below deck and to the room that I would be staying in. I needed to be alone.

"Should we...go after her?" Hideyoshi asked. "I've never heard her use such strong language before."

Misa shook her head. "No, give her some time to cool down. Also, she is pregnant and super emotional."

"She's rather emotional anyways." Mitsuhide said.

"It's only gonna get worse." Misa replied.

"So, she's going to be even more of a fireball than usual." Nobunaga commented.

"Exactly."

Chapter 36 below!

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[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Trouble Makers

Pairing: Teen!Sam W. x Teen!Reader

Pov: Sam

Warnings: Fluff, Sam, making trouble, kissing, teenage love, Getting into trouble.

Summary: All the two of them is getting into trouble and each other.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is just cuteness, with a teenager Sam, straight fluff between Sam and the reader. Also written for band-psychos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge 2021.

Square: Late night adventure

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Taglist: @band--psycho @sweetdetectivequeen @wonderfulworldofwinchester

"Come on Sam, hurry your ass up!" Y/n said half screaming and half whispering at me from the window. I grumbled and moved in my bed.

"Sam, you promised we'd go out tonight!" She whispered. I tossed in my bed before throwing the sheets away from my warm body. I had worn my previous day's clothes to bed, knowing that Y/n would be at my window way too early.

"Quiet down, give me a second," I said pushing my sneakers on and standing up. She stood in front of my window, leaving it open just a bit for her. She danced outside the window and gave me a look of excitement.

I grabbed my cell phone and jumped out of the window. It was more chiller than I anticipated. Y/n dressed in jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and a fluffy long sweater. It was cute. She looked warm as she danced and moved in front of me. She hummed with her eye closed barely missing bumps in the sidewalk, or garbage in the street.

"Y/n watch out would ya'" I said running to catch up with her. I have known Y/n since we were little kids that played in the sandbox at school. Basically growing up with each other. Both of us school being smart, and street smart with people.

She was the type of girl that dressed up for homecoming and graduation but at her heart, she was a full-out tomboy. She is beautiful she stops in the road turns and swings to look at me. Her smile only becomes bigger as she remembers that I'm behind her.

Today at school I had promised Y/n during our second period ap class. She had already been begging me for the last week. Texting me during the week.

"Y/n since you're the one who wanted to go out. What are your plans for tonight?" I asked, looking over at her. Without missing a beat, "Yeah, I have an idea. With it being two in the morning, I was thinking we could go to the old arcade place down on western street." She said smiling, with begging eyes behind that smile.

Whatever you want Y/n, you know all you gotta do is ask me and I'll give it to you. What else would I do for you? Anything to see that bright smile in the light of the moon. Anything to be the boy... man that makes you feel like you're at the top of the world.

"We can figure it out, Y/n," I said taking her hand in mine. We usually walked around for a few hours before getting into trouble wherever we would, or we could possibly never be found out about.

We walked down the street, hands together clasped together like she never wanted to let go of me. It was that homey feeling. The feeling of knowing no matter what else is going on outside, or maybe just around our bubble. Nothing is messing with our moments together.

I'd like to think that's why sometimes we don't get caught. That's the best feeling. But regardless of that, let me tell you of the night that I got into some trouble with my dear Y/n.

We had finally made our way to the arcade. No cars parked outside, and all the lights were out. This was the same building that was lit up during the day and always had a full parking lot in front. It was also the place that Dean would take me most of the time when he had a girl or girls over at the house.

I had all the high scores on the speed racing machines, and I knew all the right patterns for getting the most tickets. The number of tickets I'd have by the end of the day was shocking. The times that I'd gone up to the front desks and claimed my prizes were great.

But that was outweighed by the times that with said tickets I had taken soft animals and stupid little items for Y/n. No, we weren't dating, but yes how much I wished I could have her for my own. take care of her like she's supposed to be.

Y/n had become my friend in a science class. Dean had introduced her to a douchebag, which ended up breaking her heart. Since then Y/n has come to me every time a boy has hurt her, but I've never been harsh and rude about the things she tells me I just console her and do what 'friends' are supposed to do.

'Friends' aren't supposed to fall for each other. They aren't supposed to wake up at two in the morning to break into a building just so she can have some midnight fun.

Y/n hasn't dated anyone in a long while, but the fear of her doing so is raw and harsh for me. Afraid that I'll have to pick up the pieces again, repair her and not kill that guy that broke her down yet again. I just wish.

I wish that she be smart enough to see that she has an amazing guy standing right next to her already. There's no need to go searching through the pit of bad guys, or guys that just want her body for sex.

I don't want those things right now... I just want her heart, I want her beautiful mind. To realize that she isn't missing out because I'm already there for her.

Regardless of that, we had arrived at the old arcade building. Y/n pulled a bobby pin from her hair one that was already there in case she needed it. She was much the female version of macgyver.

Lock picking the front door wasn't that hard. But having Y/n over my shoulder only made me feel hot, it was a weird feeling. My body could feel her eyes tracing down my body.

Down my spine, it tingled. Back up to my neck. it was so strange. I wonder if this is how Y/n feels when my gaze gets stuck on her in school, or just when she's walking in front of me.

"Sammy, you brought the quarters right?" She questioned me as I shut the door after letting her walk in first. "Come on Y/n you know I always do," I said, locking the door just in case.

Going to machines first, she grasped m hand and pulled me with her. Her hands were so soft and warm. They were much smaller than mine. But you ever get that feeling where something is just right, I wonder if Y/n feels it too?

"Come on Sammy, please!" She said as I handed her the quarters for the stupidest game they had. Pac man. The game that Y/n had a strong love/hate relationship with. Her love for the design of the game, but her hate for how she could never get past my high score.

"Sammy go play a game before the sun comes up and we have to leave." She said turning her head slightly to glare at me. "No, Y/n I think I'll stay right here," I said with a cock tone.

"Yeah stay here and watch me fail."She said rolling her eyes before going back to the game. She tried four times before giving up and grabbing my hand once again leading me towards the ski ball area.

"Mr. Kay has really kicked up this area," I said looking at the different colored machines and how many he really did have. She looked around a raised eyebrow before opening my hand and taking the necessary number of quarters and starting a game.

Let me remind you we were doing this all in the dark. She giggled as the balls dispensed. She was thought just a second early causing her fingers to get in the way of the balls. "Shit." I turned around

"What? Did you... Are you okay?" I said stumbling across my words. "Yeah I'm fine Sammy, the balls just hit my fingers." She said as I held her hand in my own inspecting her fingers. Before kissing them all individually.

When I looked up she was blushing and smiling. My actions now processing in my head. "I'm so sorry, I didn't... I'm..." "Sammy it's okay, you know if I had a problem with something I'd most definitely tell you." She said patting my cheek gently, before going back to her game.

I felt so hot, so warm, so in love. Is that possible to fall in love with someone just by what they say. Because if so, that's what had just happened.

when Y/n had finished that game. I couldn't help but let my hands roam, they roamed up her back, up her spine, just behind her neck. "Sam? What?" She started to talk.

But I think she might have got lost in my eyes, or maybe in the moment. IOnce her eye met mine, I couldn't help but kiss her, bring her lips closer to me.

Y/n let me guiding her lips towards my own. She plump kissable lips towards me. She at this moment looked so beautiful, so perfect. The sun was starting to come in from the big glass-paned windows. It laid nicely across her face and her body.

Once our lips did finally meet. It felt like magic if that's even possible. Her hands coming up to grasp my face, mine falling down to her hips, pulling her closer to my body.

"Y/n" I breathed out, turning her in my grasp before I gently laid her down onto one of the used ski-ball machines. She moaned into our kiss, but unfortunately, there's a thing call air. And we both so desperately needed it.

We stayed in this position for a moment catching our breath, but not before we could get any further. The light of the building turned on, I was so dazed and stuck in the gaze of Y/n sweet eyes. I didn't hear the click of the old man's shoes against the tile floor.

"Excuse me?" I heard. In the slipt of a second, I was off of Y/n and standing, as if I had just been caught by my father. "I'm so sorry Mt. Kay. We'll be leaving now. I'm so sorry, please don't tell my father." I jumbled out, grabbing Y/n's hand to pull her up.

He took one look at Y/n and me. He smiled and spoke in a rather harsh voice. "I did feel like I had forgotten somethin' last night. You two are fine. I remember sneakin' away with my girl many years ago. And don't fear, Sammy I won't be tellin' anyone." Mr. Kay said waving us off.

I could feel Y/n's heartbeat in her hand. We walked out the front door, the sun beaming just over the peak of the trees. We walked in silence before Y/n spoke, "You know I thought that was going to worse than it did." She said, our hands still clasped together.

Her hair a wreck since I had run my hand through it while making out with her. "We finally got caught," I said, looking forward. The number of mixed emotions going on in my body right now was confusing the hell out of me.

"Sam?" She said. "Sam, what's going in your mind? I can see the steam pouring out of your ears." She said trying to make me laugh. "Sam please talk to me?" She said tugging on my hand.

"Y/n... I'm sorry." Her eyebrows bent inward. "What? You've.. Huh?" She said stopping in her spot. " I'm sorry that I just kiss you like that, and that we got caught."

She just smiled and rolled her eyes. "Stop apologizing, I liked you kissing me." She said stepping closer to me, a most likely dumbfounded expression. "Close your lips, and kiss me again Sammy." She said leaning in closer.

I hadn't thought that Y/n also was fallin' in love with me. Stupid teenager's minds. Getting caught, but loving the trouble we caused. "I think Sammy.. I think I love you. I think I've loved you for a long time now." Y/n said. I smiled and hummed in agreement.

Completed on: 05/20/2021

Posted on: 05/21/2021

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[ratilyn]

Now, your misses claims you assaulted her

Psst

Bloody oath, man, why'd ya fuckin' beat her?

Man, I didn't fucking beat her! Listen, I'm telling you

I got her the engagement ring that she liked, booked a new flight

To come to Sydney, just to see her, start a new life

Man, she's 20 weeks pregnant and I was tryin' do right

For us, the family, the kid, but maybe I was too nice

My homie text me a picture and I just burst into anger

It was my girl in a bed with her personal trainer

I text my homie like, "Yo, where you find this?"

He says, "Snapchat, bro, it's all on my timeline, shit"

Swear it struck a fuckin' nerve in my chest

I looked at my girl and said, "Get a paternity test!"

She said, "NO! Don't you get all worked and upset

I only slept in his bed right after work just to rest"

I said, "What? You expect me to believe that?

Ha, alright, yeah I'll 'relax'

Guess it doesn't seem bad

My girlfriend's with a buff nigga gettin' t-bagged"

Officer, correct me if I'm wrong but she needed her head detached

I said, "Bitch, I can't believe this shit!

Does he know you're pregnant? Is that his kid?

Look how big my headache is!

This whole time y'all havin' sex and shit

What type of nigga would fuck a pregnant chick?!

I said, "Let's get this paternity test, I'm not kiddin', bitch!"

She said, "No, I'm not gettin' it!"

Officer, I ain't seen her in months, I couldn't trust the lyin' whore

Plus she told me she slept with this guy before

And then I said, you know what? Forget it, it's all good, nevermind

Shit was makin' my blood pressure high

I love her unconditionally, you know, I can't pretend I ain't never lie

For the moment, I guess I'll let it slide

She said, "If you don't want to take care of this kid, Marcus, then say so"

I said, "Wait, no, it's mine too, I can't go

How you gonna support this kid without me? You don't make dough"

She said, "Hahaha, I make loads"

She had six grand cash

I said, "But you was broke two weeks ago!

How you makin' chips that fast?"

She said, "I bartend, I made it all in tips, ha ha"

I said, "Girl, you must take me as a big jackass"

I'm like, "Please, we both know money is hard to come by"

Her bullshit might fly over the heads of some guys

Officer, she's always tellin' dumb lies

I've known her for six years, and she hasn't lifted a finger one time!

I said, "Where'd you get the cash from?"

She said, "I bartend, duh, from tips I'm a waitress"

I said, "Where'd you get the cash from?"

She started stutterin' like, "Uhm-uhh-mmm, Marcus, wait just"

I said, "Where'd you get the cash from?"

She said, "Ok, ok, I'll tell you, just promise me you won't get mad"

I'm like, "Baby, where'd you get the cash from?"

She said, "I work at a strip club… it's how I made the six grand"

I said, "Woaah, no no!"

I fell down in tears, my heart broke, I turned cold

I don't want the girl that I'm in love with doin' ho shit

If she needed cash I woulda loaned it, and she knows it

They won't let me get a refund on this $20, 000 ring

Fuck, my head hurts, I need some ibuprofen

Yeah, Mr. Hopson, you need a minute?

Um, may I have some water please?

Ah, no worries at all

I don't mean to cry and get emotional, but all this just bothers me

Yeah, it's alright, you're good…yeah here ya go, mate!

Thanks

I wasn't me no more

I looked her in the eyes and straight told her

(What'd you say to her?)

I need you to tell me where this strip club is at

Or this family we're about to have is over

I said, "Tell me where it's at!" — she said, "No"

I said, "You about to make me mad!" she said, "So?"

I said "Bitch, you better panic and run, the damage is done

You're doin' this four months away from havin' my son!

I told her I would always have her back

I forgave her after all the careless acts

I have one question, and she couldn't share the facts

The strip club — how come she couldn't tell me where it's at?

Who the fuck she fuckin' in there?

Whose dick she suckin' in there?

Shakin' her fuckin' butt in the air

It's like we've argued for a thousand fuckin' hours, I'm annoyed

And I was at the point where somethin' was 'bout to get destroyed

I grabbed her purse, threw that shit across the room

I fuckin' launched it too

It was filled with makeup kits and all of her jewels

I blacked out; she said, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

She got up out the bed to get it, I pushed her ass back in it

I said, "We're still talkin', bitch, you and I ain't finished

Now, this strip club, where is it? BITCH, WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?!"

I said, "You know what? fuck it, awesome, fine"

In the process of all this drama, I had lost my mind

I felt lost and blind: the gym trainer, the strip club

The ring, the baby, she really crossed the line

And then I finally came down and all the madness was finished

Then she invited me to dinner with her family in Penrith

I said, "I ain't goin' with you, you can leave now

I need to stay in this hotel room and figure some things out"

Officer, I know you ain't gonna sympathize

I don't approve of any man puttin' hands on his girlfriend or wife

Especially when she's pregnant with his kid inside

Honestly feel like I wasn't in the wrong, but still I wasn't in the right

Ask her, she ain't got no bruises on her

I'm human, there's only so much that a dude can conquer

She knew that her actions reflected true dishonor

And tried to cover it, sayin' I'm an abusive monster

That's bullshit, huh, and that fast, poof

All of her wrongs are in the past, cool

She's just the innocent white girl

And I'm the black guy who always gets mad, true!

I know y'all about to make it hard for me to get back into Australia

Man, this shit is fuckin' sad, dude

I still don't know if this baby is mine or not

So when he's born, who's gonna be the fuckin' dad? You?

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[uberff]

Chapter 24

Eric


"Mornin'," I mumbled to Deja as I walked into the shop with all of my equipment in my Nike duffle bag.

"Good morning. Issa fresh pot of coffee in the lounge if you need it." she said sweetly and I nodded, going about my business after mumbling a quick 'thank you' with a forced smile.

I wasn't in the mood to crack jokes or sip dirt, I just wanted to take care of my clients for today and head the fuck home.

After the week I've had, offing myself seemed to be the only solution out of it. But, I knew that would make for more problems concerning my loved ones.

I laid out all of my equipment neatly across my desk and mumbled along to Jaded while tryna get this day started. I had all my hair growing out, my weight going up and down, I ain't have the desire to eat no more, and shit just stopped making sense.

I checked out all the boxes on Robyn's checklist, I was the perfect nigga for her. She glowed up through me, man. I wasn't tryna force her into anything, our relationship was so organic, I felt like I was walking on glass to fuckin' please her while she kept breaking mirrors in the meantime, playing hard to get for no fuckin' reason. I mean, I know you been hurt the last three times but I wanted to be her testimony, I wanted to be that E Harmony commercial for her, I wanted to be set apart from those niggas but instead, she placed me right in the box, adjacent to all them fuck niggas.

"Hey, Toby just called and asked to reschedule ya'lls session. Tomorrow night cool?" Deja poked her head into my office and I nodded.

Sighing heavily, I tossed my tattoo gun back on my desk and sunk into my chair. The only shot I had at clearing my mind of this fuck shit was put on hold. I loved what I did, especially when I was going through something, making others feel joy that I could never obtain is what it was all about for me. This girl really got my head fucked up.

After Dej hung up with my client, she came back in and hopped on my chair, across from me and started examining my face. I turned away from her before she could notice anything and dug into my bag for my bottle of Henny. "Ricky." she spun me around and sighed, taking the bottle out of my hands.

"Please talk to me, if it's about what I said the other night-" I put my finger to her lips and mushed her face back. "You 'bout close as shit, ain't you?" I chuckled lowly and she gave me a smile filled with hope.

My happiness was always top on her list. I loved the shit out her gay ass, bro. Forever and always, ever since tenth grade. "Nah, yo carpet munchin' ass ain't got shit to do with this."

"Bitch," she slapped my hand away with a small laugh, and got serious shortly after.

"I'm worried about you, E."

"Don't worry about me, Deja. I'll bounce back."

"Not if you keep tryna handle this by yourself." I twisted my curls with one hand and laid back and let her words sink in.

"I ain't got nobody else. I know I always got you, D. But, reporting shit to you over and over get old."

"I'm willing to listen. You're self-destructing by the week. Each time I see you, it's worse. Talk."

"You know the situation with shawty."

"I do. I also know that you've never been going through such a drought over a girl. That's usually my role."

"How you and Shellz?" I asked and she sucked her teeth. "Fuck how me and her are doing. I don't care about that right now. All I know is that if I lose you, bro-"

"You not gon' lose me, Deja. You and my fam always gon' run through my mind before I think about doing some selfish shit." I kicked her softly when she got to getting teary eyed.

"You hear me?" I asked, still looking up at the ceiling. If I look at D when she crying, I was bound to start crying with her ugly ass. "Yeah," she sniffled and wiped her eyes gently so she wouldn't mess up her beat. "back to you and Robyn."

"Yeah, I loved her, still got love for her. I thought we had something real. I ain't classify her like a basic ass Memphis hoe. I'm hurtin' hard." I said truthfully. It finally felt like someone was removing the bricks from off my chest, one by one.

“I did all this shit just for her to gon' and get pregnant by a nigga she told me ain't built for love, ain't sensitive enough towards her." I wiped my eyes and shook my head.

"I'm sorry, E. Come here." she pulled me up and reeled me into her arms just as I finally let my tears fall. "The one time I let my guard down and try this love shit again, man. She gotta fuckin' baby on the way." I sobbed loudly and hugged Deja back.

"She tellin' me all this bullshit about her exes, for what? Making me wait for what? Defending her fuckin' honor for what? Bitch had me lookin' crazy, thinking I was about to start a family with her. I'm happy as all fuck, screaming out my car window on interstates, spreading fake ass news to strangers, thinking of baby names. Nigga, for what!?"

Deja consoled me calmly and wiped my tears which was all cool but, Robyn still fuckin' played me. Played the shit outta me and had me convinced that I was gon' be the nigga to heal her from all the wrong her exes did. I guided her in that direction of her self-worth and she started feelin' herself, treating me like I wasn't the one in corner from the minute her pretty ass walked into my shop. Two days fresh off the plane from NYC.

"Not like it's being brought up or anything, but you know that I'm always gunna be loyal to family, right? Not saying that my friendship with shawty is done because that's sis, but, I'll always be here for you. Whenever." I nodded.

"Now stop all this fuckin' crying before your chocolate ass melt in here, Tyrese." She said and I laughed so fuckin' loud, bro. I was so relieved to have a real one on speed-dial.

"It's still fuckin' with me though, cuz. We grown as fuck, how she still making these baby ass mistakes?"

"You see the way she looks at dude?" Dej asked and I shrugged.

"She loves the fuck outta that rollercoaster of a nigga. Sometimes when you go through hell with someone, you always gon' be curious to know if you ever gon' make it out that bitch with the same person. I'll personally let Shelby's ass burn but this ain't about me. Ya'll just wasn't the ones for one another and you gotta accept that,"

"I'ma try, dawg. This shit is still so fresh."

 Robyn

After hearing a slight noise coming from downstairs, that turned out to be nothing, I've been trying to fall back into my deep slumber but I just couldn't. My baby and I were wide awake, frustrated, and hungry as fuck. I trotted downstairs and turned all of the lights on and went to search for something to eat but, my only options were; ice, mayonnaise, and wheat bread. I groaned aloud and hopped on the counter.

Every place that delivered was closed and I wasn't about to cook at four in the damn morning. I shot a few text messages to Deja, Winter, and Odell and finally gave up on their bum asses when ten minutes went by without replies. I'ma remember this shit when they need me to sew some shit up for them.

I blew air out of my cheeks and went teary-eyed, scrolling through my contacts for some hope. As if I wasn't emotional enough, this pregnancy turned out to make me more of a crybaby than I used to be. Jaylen's new nickname for me was Bubbles, shawty from the Powerpuff Girls.

It fucked me up because I couldn't even fight about it, she was my favorite one. I smiled as I thought about all the hell I put him through, he was still my best friend. The fact that I was about to co-parent with his extra ass always put a smile on my face. We're gunna be bomb ass parents.

I finally shrugged and just decided to call him, I always try to give him his space and not call him first and since he lives about a half hour away, but he always comes to my rescue, even if I do call him last.

"Robyn, the world better be on fuckin' fire, my baby better had climbed out ya walls, or you dead, my nigga. What. the. fuck. could you possibly want at four-thirty in the bitch ass morning?" He groaned in his sleepy voice. I involuntary blushed at the sound of his voice and played with the ends of my hair nervously.

"I'm hungry as fuck, Lenny." he sighed loudly and shuffled around.

"Go cook some shit, Rob, a nigga in here sleep. I just got in the crib like two hours ago."

"I haven't went shopping. I'm barely here."

"Pull up. I got some shit you could cook."

"I'm scared. You know I don't drive at night. Pleaseeee?" He got silent for a second until I heard his light snores in my ear. I sucked my teeth and yelled his name.

"You always have been long-winded as shit. Yo boring ass put me right back to sleep."

"Jay!" I whined and he cursed lowly under his breath.

"You at least have an idea of where you wanna go?"

"No." I mumbled sheepishly. "You choose."

"I AIN'T THE ONE THAT'S FUCKIN' HUNGRY!" He half-yelled and I started to apologize to him through sobs. "Aight, I accept ya apology man. Damn, this pregnancy makin' you act so fuckin' lightskin. I'm coming."

"Thank you." I smiled and wiped my wet face. "Your brat ass already knew I was gon' end up cavin' anyway."

"No." I mumbled while shaking my head yes. Not even on some manipulative shit, Jaylen has been giving me whatever it is that my heart desired. It was all mostly food. "Whatever liar. Gimme twenty minutes. Stay up!"

"Okay." he hung up and I smiled, hopping off the counter and going to lay on the couch while watching Dexter's Laboratory.

*****

I finally decided on Waffle House and took it to-go. It was too cold in there. Jaylen and I just sat in his car and ate with my playlist playing from his Bluetooth.

"Thank you." I grinned while adding sugar to my grits, looking over at him batting my eyelashes. He rolled his eyes and looked at my stomach. "Anything for ya'll, man." I laughed loudly and he smirked at how obnoxious and random it was.

"Why you laughing like that, nigga?"

"Remember the night I only wanted the milk from the Fruity Pebbles and I made you eat-" the more I told the story, the harder I began to laugh.

"Hell yeah, I remember that fuck shit. I can't wait till this shit over and you have my next three babies, I ain't gotta do shit else."

"Bye. No more babies for me." I shook my head and ate my breakfast. I could feel his eyes on me as the car went silent, and I tried my hardest to ignore it. His stares were so intense. Eye contact was a big thing for him; during conversations, sex, even arguments. That's what made me fall for him in the first place, his beautiful ass eyes.

"Is it good?" he finally said and I nodded while snapping my fingers to the throwback Monica song playing. "Want some?" I asked and he nodded. I opened another plastic fork and handed it to him.

We ate together and cracked some more jokes until dawn, I forgot how stressed I've been this week and he was wide awake now as we drove through Memphis, singing along to our favorite songs. His ass never told anyone but he was actually an amazing singer.

I stared at him with so much love in my eyes and he looked over for a split second and started rubbing my stomach. "You good?"

"Yeah. I just-, I'm-"

"Man, I love yo ass more, Rob. Issa big ass elephant in the room everytime we together. Sometimes I be up at night, thinking about you and how much I fuckin' love you. I'm cool right now without the relationship. At least I got you as my Ace. Still my homie, my ride or die."

"Same. You don't miss it though?"

"We toxic. Of course I miss yo kisses and yo fuck game but I ain't with all the extra stress and pressure of tryna be the perfect man right now. I just wanna be the perfect father and yo perfect support system. I don't wanna break your heart again."

I nodded. "I finally know what it feels like to be on the other side of that." I sighed.

"Whatchu mean?"

"Eric."

"Shit, I would've been threw myself off the Hernando Bridge if I was THAT nigga." he smirked. "Nigga lost the best bond ever. Issa W for me, he gotta gon' and transfer that L from Meek Mill's checking." We laughed loudly.

"Stop, I'm going to Hell for laughing." I mumbled, holding my stomach.

"For real. I couldn't imagine being around you everyday, thinking I'm about to start a family with you, only to have it all be a fuckin' pipe dream. Trust me, shit ain't easy tryna live without you. Dreams with you in them don't make reality no easier. Had my hoe ass crying with my pillow, listening to One Wish on full blast every night."

"I'm not the shit like that." I flipped my hair playfully and smiled.

"You is. We all got growing up to do as young adults, but when that glo up hit you and you out here handling shit like a boss. Can't no bitch touch you. Ain't nobody touching you now, I won't let them."

"I love you, Jay Bear." I pecked his cheek repeatedly until he turned his head and snuck a kiss from my lips. I gasped and hit him softly.

"You actin' like you ain't never kiss me before. Like you ain't never taste yaself off these lips. Calm down."

I blushed and sunk into my seat, finishing off my food. "We done, Dora the fuckin' Explorer? Can I go to sleep now? It's almost seven." he yawned and I yawned after him.

“Yeah."

"You sleepin' over, I'm not driving all the way back to East Cutty Bum Fuck right now." I smirked and nodded as he started to drive back to his place.

I fell asleep on his king-sized bed with his big ass dog, Zeus at my feet and he fell asleep on the futon right across from the bed just in case anything happened. Time was healing us and I was content with where I stood with him, a place that I thought I'd never see us standing in. Ya'll know I used to hate his mean ass at the beginning of our journey.

**

I scratched my head as I looked at all of the mess in this house from unpacking. Jaylen wasn’t here right now, so I decided to do him a favor and clean because I didn’t mind.

Making sure that all the boxes were empty before I threw them out, I came across a couple of pictures of the both of us. Pictures that I didn’t even remember taking. The fact that he still has them made me smile wide. Jaylen still cares.

I pulled my phone out, taking a picture of them and sending them to Jaylen.

what you doing with these 🧐 3:37 pm

why you in my shit nigga 3:38 pm

I was cleaning 3:39 pm

you da best 4 that 🏼 just don’t hurt yourself mama & you know how we rockin even when we not rockin. feel me? 3:41 pm

I laughed to myself, tossing my phone on the couch. I wanted to ask him where he was, but I decided to keep cleaning. Jaylen unpacked everything and moved all the new furniture in, but nothing was organized.

To set the mood, I lit up a few candles and turned on some music so time could go by faster.

It was getting mighty toasty in here so I put my hair up in a bun and went to go change in a comfortable maxi dress. Now I was ready to clean.

Between singing along to Whitney’s untouchable vocals, cleaning and organizing every room in this house, I definitely worked up a sweat. When I was done, I smiled at my hard work and grabbed a water bottle before sitting down on the couch and turning on Power. Jaylen was gonna be mad that I started watching it without him, but I’ve been dying to watch it.

“Robby!” I heard Jayla’s voice come from behind me. I turned around to see her running up to the couch. Jayla was just the sweetest little bundle of joy.

“Hey pretty girl! I missed you! What you been up to?” I smiled at her as I sat her down on my lap.

“I made you a bracelet! Look!” She pulled out a beaded bracelet from her pocket with my favorite colors on it. The fact that she remembered was really special to me.

“Jayla girl.. This is cayuuuuuuute! I love it, thank you! I’m never taking it off.”

“Pinky promise?” I laughed, wrapping my pinky around hers as she nodded.

“Man Jayla love the fuck outta you, she ain’t ever made me no bracelet. I’m lowkey jealous.”

“I adore her so much. Your dad ha-“ I stood up and turned around only to be looking at Jaylen and his father. I froze, because I never thought I’d be meeting his dad. Especially now. Jaylen wasn’t his father’s twin but they had similar features. His dad was really handsome though.

“Hi, Mr. Waters-“ I started to say as I held my hand out for him to shake. He paid my hand no mind, pulling me into a warm hug instead. God, his hugs reminded me of my dad’s hugs so much that I had to pull away immediately.

“Call me Jayceon, we family now.” He smiled at me genuinely.

“Nice to meet you Jayceon. I’m Robyn.”

“Oh yea I know, Jayla and this nigga right here don’t ever stop talking about you. This dude always in my ear telling me about how much you mean to h-“

“Aight, that’s enough talking for you old man.” I chuckled to myself, blushing. I was gonna have to pull his dad to the side later on and get him to spill some more tea.

“I gotchu later on Ms. Robyn. Just let me know.” He said referring to the tea he was just spilling. I laughed and nodded as I made my way into the kitchen to prepare some food since more people were here. I heard Boo’d Up playing from my phone and I had to start singing it. This was Jaylen’s song.

“Feeeeeeling! All ova my bodaaaaay!” I sang out loud as I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I would move them, but I was too into this damn song.

“You know how I like itttttt, ain’t gotta tell you what to do.” Jaylen sang in my ear as he rocked us from side to side. I had to snap out of it and stop singing, because it was getting hot in here.

While I stopped, I turned around only to have Jaylen still singing to me. I looked away, because I didn’t wanna smile. My eyes landed on Jayla who was standing there recording us on Jaylen’s phone.

“Cuties!” She ran away with Jaylen’s phone. My mouth formed in the shape of an O.

“How does Jayla know how to record?”

“My nigga 8, she ain’t 8 months.” I put my hand up pretending to back hand him, and he flinched making me laugh. Dude had a smart ass mouth. I bet his mouth got him in hella trouble at school.

“You lucky you pregnant, I’ll tackle yo ass.” I waved him off.

“How many times you got in trouble at school for that mouth of yours?”

“Boy, ion’ even know.”

“Damn shame.”

“My mama told me to speak the fuck up and never hold my tongue for a muhfucka and I’m glad she did. I got a voice, so ima use it.” He had a point, but he didn’t use his voice for the right reasons sometimes.

“Yea and she’s right, but you’re disrespectful with it sometimes.”

“Damn nigga, is you my therapist? I checked outta the center months ago.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“See!”

“I’m deadass. Tryna tell a nigga bout himself and shit. You just like my mama Robyn, I swear to God.” He snaked his arm around my shoulder.

“Is that good or bad?”

“Shit is different. You care for me like my mama did no matter how much shit I put you through.”

“Cause I love your stupid self.” I shrugged as he smiled.

“Y’all might as well kiss already, damn. I’m tryna watch Good Times but y’all over here acting out a scene from The Notebook.” I heard Jaylen’s dad voice causing me to jump. He made it extremely awkward for the both of us.

“Ima go shower.”

“I’m right behind you, cause this nigga mad nosey.” I laughed as his father flared at him while we both made our way to his bedroom.

“Bubba, Jassy’s calling you!” I heard Jayla say as I walked into the master bedroom that was Jaylen’s. I went straight to the bathroom because I didn’t want to hear their conversation. I guess that plan wasn’t so smart, because I could still hear her yelling from the phone all the way in here.

“Why you buggin’ like this?”

“Son, you’re out here on social media boo’d up with your fucking ex!” My eyebrows twisted up in confusion.

“Wait what? What you talking bout?”

“It’s all on ya snap dude!” I cursed to myself, because that’s probably what Jayla was recording.

“Jas, it’s not even like that.” I sighed, cutting on the shower water. This shit was already stressing me out.

I honestly didn’t even know she was his girlfriend now. I felt really bad. I guess this was gonna have to stop. Only time we need to talk is if it has something to do with our baby.

Just as I started to strip, Jaylen walked in and started looking in the pull cabinet. “Hey, could you take me home when I get out?” He turned around with a look of confusion on his face.

“Why? You bored or sumn’? I thought we wa-“

“We’re obviously getting too comfortable, and I didn’t even know you had a girlfriend. You bought this house to raise the baby in, not for us to flirt and play around in.”

“Ion’ got no girlfriend, that’s m-“

“Ok, but you’re serious with her right?” He got quiet.

“Aight, I gotchu.” He said, clenching his jaw before grabbing his bottle of pills and walking out of the bathroom. I swear, every time I felt like our relationship was moving forward and getting healthier, shit would always go wrong.

 Jaylen

“Bout gotdamn time.” I sighed, putting my back up against the wall. Man we done spent the whole damn week putting all of the furniture in my new crib. I was serious about getting this house here in Memphis. Shit was nice as hell.

If I ain’t have a life out back home, I’d definitely move out here. I couldn’t wait to watch our child grow up in this home.

“This shit dope. You might as well move out the condo and stay here bro.” Odell stated, as I took in his words. I felt that, and I actually wanted to, but I would lose hella money. Almost all of my clients are in New York... but I guess if they really fuck with me, I would just have to have my work shipped. I’d have to do some big ass promoting out here though. Ion know shit bout Memphis, but the country ass rappers. They hard though.

“I’m thinking about it.. I love the city though. That’s my home.”

“I feel you, but this a big change for you. You got a new beautiful ass home in a different state, baby on the way, and who knows.. God might have bigger and better opportunities for you out here.” This nigga had a good ass point. I couldn’t argue with that shit.

“Fuck you brah.” I laughed, as he shrugged with a smirk.

“What about you, Mr.Knowitall?”

“What about me?”

“Ankle healed, you been training, season coming up, you got Winter back.. where the ring and the baby at?” He sighed, making me laugh.

“Man, you make it sound so easy. I been tryna propose to her bald headed ass but there’s never time. I can’t remember the last time we actually sat and enjoyed each other’s presence. And you already know the answer to the baby part.”

“Tell her to sit her on the go ass down some where then.” This hoe Winter was always doing some shit and always on the scene whenever she wasn’t at work.

“I do-“

“Nigga, everybody knows you don’t. You probably try, and don’t take this the wrong way but sometimes you let Winter run over you bro. You need to tell her ass wassup.” He stayed quiet, stroking his beard while nodding.

“Hit her up.. right now.”

“She bus-“ I gave him a look and he waved me off, pulling his phone out his pocket.

I watched him click on her name and put her on speaker. It rang for quite some time, and he was about to hang up until we finally heard her voice. “What is it O? I told you not to call me during this time at work. You never li-“ We both started to tune her nagging out while I gave him to look. He nodded and started to speak.

“Nah, YOU never listen. Winter I been trying to spend time with you for the longest but you never wanna hear me out and you always blowing me off for shit. Ion’ give a fuck what you got going on when you get off work. All I know is you better be at my crib at 10 AM when I get back to NY in the morning. No if’s and’s or but’s. You hearing me?” I jumped up from the couch, dapping my nigga cause he finally grew his balls back. I taught my nigga well, man.

“But O-“

“What I say?” He asked, sternly as she sighed and stayed silent for a few seconds. Had that ass shook.

“Ok, I’ll be there..” I pressed the button to hang up as O stood up to his feet popping his collar. This nigga.

“My boy.” I smirked as we did our handshake.

“Aight nigga, now go do the same shit with Rob.” My smirk immediately fell, and I pointed to the door.

“I know you fucking lied.”

“I’m deadass.”

“Ion know what you muhfuckas don’t understand about the word TOXIC. Y’all want us to kill each other? I love that girl to death, I ain’t tryna hurt her again. She look mad happy without me. She making big moves, doing big things with out me and I’m happy for her. I wanna see her happy not constantly crying over me again.”

As much as I love the fuck outta Robyn, hurting her hurt me. Ion wanna jump back into another relationship when I already know I ain’t gone do right by her. We stay at each other necks and I’m just not ready for the stress and headaches again. Plus she pregnant with my child? Man hell nah, we do not need the stress. Robyn been fucking glowing, and I’d like to keep it that way.

“I know you hurt her before, everybody make mistakes. But everybody sees the way y’all look at each other. If you love her so much like you say you do, what the fuck is so hard about keeping her happy?”

I scratched my head.

“I ain’t shit and we both know I ain’t.” I shrugged.

“Talking to you is like talking to a wall, bruh.” He shook his head as he grabbed his things so that he could go to the airport. I ain’t feel like driving at all. I guess I go to Jas’ hotel and chill there for a few. I couldn’t wait to get in her shit.

Send me the addy and room # 7:56 PM

**

“So I got some shit I gotta break down to you.” She stopped eating her ice cream cone, and folded her arms. Sighing, she sat down next to me.

“If it’s bad news, I’m really not trying to hear it. I just got fired from my job over some dumb shit, so I’m really not in the mood for bad news.” She explained, as I started thinking while stroking my goatee. It wasn’t really bad news on my end.

“Just let me tell you. Ion’ want you to have to find some shit out on your own and then you gone be mad at me saying I never told you.” She sat quiet.

“Aight, so.. you know when I told you I could possibly be a father?” She had this uneasy look on her face.

“Yea..” she mumbled, looking down at the floor. I gently grabbed her chin, and made her look at me.

“Well I am.” The eye contact we once had was gone, and she started to look at the floor again, not saying a word.

“Jaylen, I migh-..” She sighed putting her face in her palms. Just as I was about to ask her to keep going, my phone rang. I didn’t answer it, because I wanted to hear what she had to say.

“What you was saying?” I tossed my phone to the side of me. She just shook her head and stood up.

“Never mind, I’ll be in the bathroom.” I sighed, picking my phone up to see who it was that wanted me. It was just Winter, but she was gone have to wait. I wanted to know what Jas was gone say.

I got up, going towards the direction of the bathroom only to see her leaning over the sink. “You good?”

“Could you bring me my sketch pad off of the table?” Jasmine asked as she gave me an uncomfortable look. She kept saying how her body was in pain.

Leaving the bathroom, I jogged in the living room of her suite and looked on the table for her sketch pad. She had a shit load of books on the table, so I was knocking a bunch of shit over. Almost everything ended up on the floor, so I had to look for it even harder now. I ain’t sign up for this shit.

Sighing, I kept looking around for her fuck ass sketch pad until my eyes stopped at a certain group of words.

Terminated Pregnancy Report

I realized that the papers were sticking out of a Manila folder, and the more I looked through them, the more my anger started to build up. Not Jasmine..

“Hey Jaylen, never mind I fo-“ she stopped in her tracks once she seen what was in my hands.

I closed my eyes and prayed. I prayed hoping that God would forgive me for what I was about to do to this girl. I prayed for him to give me some sort of knowledge to help me understand why the fuck this bitch would go behind my back and do some sick shit like this. She didn’t even tell me she was pregnant.

I plopped down on the floor, chuckling bitterly. “What the fuck is this, Jasmine?” She knew she fucked up, because she couldn’t say a damn thing.

“Man talk!” I yelled at her, getting up from my spot on the floor.

“What do you want me to say?!” She inched closer to me as she started to get teary-eyed.

“Man fuck them phony ass tears! Tell me why the fuck you would go behind my back and do some grimy shit like this! My nigga you killed not only one, but both of my fucking babies! You ain’t even let me know you was pregnant Jas, why the fuck would you do that?! Did you think about how I would feel?”

By now, tears were falling down from my face because I was fucking hurt. Twins might’ve been tough to handle right now, but I helped make them so it was only right that I help take care of them. My mama ain’t raise me to be a deadbeat. Ion even come off like that, so I’m still tryna process why Jas would do that shit.

“I-I.. I’m not ready for kids right now, Jaylen. You even said it yourself that you weren’t either.”

“So that give you the right to go and do that shit behind my fucking back?! You ain’t even tell me you was pregnant to begin with! We both was bein’ irresponsible having unprotected sex, so we was just gone have to deal with it!”

“I’m sorry, I didn-“

“Fucking murderer.” I looked at her with so much fucking disgusts. She wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to grab me, but I backed away from her, looking around for my keys.

“Where are you going?”

“Delete my number, and don’t ever come by my fucking house no more.” I stormed out, slamming her room door behind me. I could hear her screaming my name as I walked off and got onto the elevator but I wasn’t trying to hear that shit.

I was done with that bitch.

Before I flew out here to sign papers for the house and move in, I was spending damn near every day with her, meaning we was fucking damn near every day. Sometimes I’d be so horny that it wouldn’t even cross my mind to use a condom. I was on and off with them bitches. That’s where I fucked up.

She started throwing up at the most random times, and I didn’t pay no mind to it, because her ass got sick real easy. I started to put two and two together and realized she could possibly be pregnant. I asked her, and she told me no so I left it at that. I thought I could trust her, but I guess not.

How could you have it in your heart to kill an innocent child like that? That shit was foul as hell, and I couldn’t even think straight. My vision was getting blurry as hell, so I hope that I could get home as safe as possible.

I tried to take my mind off of this shit and just face the music. Right on time, Drake’s lyrics hit the fuck outta me.

No one to guide me, I'm all alone

No one to cry on

I need shelter from the rain, to ease the pain

Of changing from boy to a man

As I came to a stop light, I had an incoming call from Robyn. I didn’t wanna answer at all, but something could probably be wrong with her.

“W-what you need?” I sniffled as I rubbed my eyes.

“Hey do you wan- oh my God, are you crying?” She asked, concerned. I swear I just wanted to spill every last drop of this fucking tea to Robyn, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk. I just wanted to go home, smoke a wood, and go to sleep and not wake up, real shit.

“What you need, Robyn? The baby good?” I sighed taking the phone off of my face, forgetting this was a damn FaceTime call.

“Yea um, I just.. wanted to know if you wanted me to come bring you a plate because I cooked your fav...” She smiled innocently, as I shook my head no.

“To be real witchu’, ion’ even got an appetite right now. Ima fuck witchu’ later though.” I hung up before she could even respond.

After Robyn called, it’s like my phone started blowing the fuck up so I just powered my shit off. It took me bout 10 more minutes to reach my crib, and I couldn’t be more relieved to be home. I did some illegal shit to get here in just 10 minutes, but fuck it. Jail is the least of my worries right now.

Going straight to my bedroom, I decided not to smoke because I was way too tired anyways and my bed and pillows were calling my damn name. Swear my head ain’t even touched the pillow for 5 seconds, and I was already asleep. I ain’t ever been so fucking tired and drained in my life.

A few minutes into my deep slumber, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I opened my eyes, only to be met with Robyn sitting down next to me in my bed.

“Man I love you so fucking much, Robyn.” I mumbled, intertwined my fingers with hers, kissing her stomach.

“I love you too Lenny, I’m always here if you need me or wanna talk.” Was all I heard her say before she kissed my forehead, and I fell right back asleep. 

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“don’t you dare walk out on me.” ( rogue and dimitri )

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It wasn't that simple. Seconds had pressed on into agonizing hours and those hours had built into days. A week. Two. And then those fell into months. How long had they been together? She could have counted the days from the first time he kissed her until now, if she wanted. But there was no real start to what this was... because "this" had never taken form. Not really. And now... maybe it never would. She wasn't okay with that. Not really. But what more could she do? Between the lines of her heart ache sat the three words that kept them apart. The three words that felt too heavy a burden to carry any further... not when she was the only one holding them. She shouldn't have come here to see him. A phone call would have been easier. Impersonal. Cruel. But easy. Her fingers lingered over the doorknob as he spoke, and then, collecting herself, she turned to look at him. "There's nothin' here for me to walk out on, Dimitri." And that was the problem. At the core of it all, there lie her darkest insecurities, having taken root in the standstill of whatever this was, "Ya know... I've spent my life bein'... puppeteered like a doll on strings. And I let it happen again and again 'cause I keep tellin' myself someday it's gonna be worth it. Someday I'm gonna be useful enough to someone that they're gonna love me. I just... do what I'm asked, play my role, 'cause what am I if not just a pawn in someone else's game? But it never works. Ya know why? 'Cause I can't be enough. Not enough for my mother to stay. Not enough for my father to get his life together. Not enough for my aunt to care. Or for Raven and Irene to keep me safe. I'm not enough for the people I call my friends to trust me or want me t'be safe. I'm just... a weapon. A soldier sent in to get the job done and after that I'm useless again." She leaned back against the door, let her gaze fall to the floor- an attempt to keep the tears from welling up in her eyes, "But I thought, for just a second, that maybe I was enough for you. Like... you could see the piece'a me that I thought I'd lost." A pause, because if she didn't take one, her voice was gonna crack beneath the weight of her words. And when she spoke again, it was with a timid kind of conviction, "That's not true though, is it? It's just... it's just some game to you, right? Or maybe you're just as scared as I am, and that's why we can't figure out what this is. Or was, I guess." She leaned her head back, let out a shaky breath, and when she finally looked at him... it was damn near torturous, "It's always meant somethin' to me, Dimitri. Even before the cuff. Even before the first time you kissed me, it's always meant something. But it's not the same for you, right? I let myself get too attached and it's just the same outcome as it always is. I'm alone in it. So yeah. I'm gonna walk out. I'm gonna walk out while I've still got a chance. 'Cause I got a feelin' that whatever this is... it's too little a thing to you to mean so much to me." Was she wrong? Maybe. And if she was, she was sure he was gonna tell her. But she had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she was right... and it was better to be safe and pull away while she could than to keep carrying on in the hopes this was someday gonna be something more to him than just a bit of fun.

#reply:Rogue #forgivingtouches

[diferenz]

Woke up in the cell, where am I at? Yeah, it's cold, but I like that What am I, trapped? Heart's beating out of my chest Door's locked, but the keys are in my hands Hmm, yeah, that's weird, it doesn't make sense, does it? I make songs, I don't make friends—judge me Might smile, but it ain't that funny Sing along to the pain, they love it Life's like a merry-go-round And I'm still tryna figure it out I like space, I don't fit in the crowds My whole life I've been airin' it out Oh, I'm gettin' into character now Feels wrong, but it feels right My feelings seal tight real nice But I will fight anything to win But I'm not Mike Tyson, I won't bite ya But I will tell you if I don't like you I am not the norm I got my own shoes, I ain't tryna fit in yours I never been married, but I've felt divorced Hi, I'm Nate, have we met before? Somebody told you I was wack? Check the source Somebody told you I was back? Yes, of course You got a problem with the fans? There's the door You lookin' for the old me? Check the morgue, agh! Not a fortune-teller, but I can see into the future better Ain't no tellin' what'll happen when I pick up the microphone, get the fans together Same style, but the songs are better Been a year and a half, feels like it's gone forever Ain't no drink in my hand, but you know the buzz is comin' Big steps in the game, yeah, the Hulk is running My thoughts are funny, it feels like I'm onto something, yeah I'm high off the music, my head's in the clouds I kinda like it up here; I am not comin' down I'd rather be alone, I am not good in crowds Which is kinda confusin', I know—been that way since a child They laugh and they tell me I'll never get out I'm just tryna be me, I am nobody else I don't care what you think, I'm just bein' myself So I guess for now I'll just be the outcast I'll just be the outcast I'll just be the outcast I guess I'll be the outcast Yeah, I guess I don't fit the mold of rap 'Cause I'm respectin' women I heard your record, I was laughin at it (Ha, ha, ha) Maybe they would like me more if I got a little graphic with it Nah, I don't wanna blend in with you little rappin' idiots—I'd rather be the outcast I ain't never puttin' out trash I take a hundred and staple it right to my tongue I always put the money where my mouth's at, agh! Feels good to be here now I'm a weird person with a weird crowd What, you don't like that? That's cool, that's great, that's fine, okay, you can leave now Got a weird smile, but I like it though I paint it on me and I'm walkin' to the microphone And put the caution tape around me like I did in Intro 1, yeah! Yeah, they got me reminiscin' now! Yeah, you done know I'm 'bout to go mad Never wanted something so bad Goosebumps through the whole track Ain't no way I'm gonna hold back Got me thinkin' that I'm cookin' in a meth lab I don't blow it up in front of my own eyes You look a little lost, you ain't get that? Comin' from a town where nobody is a rapper Guess I never get the memo, must've missed that Wow! Here I go in my feelings again, I can feel it again So I lay in my bed, in my cell with the pen And I dwell on my sins, I keep wonderin' when Time to open the the doors, they don't know who I am But I pick up the keys and I put on my Timbs And I stare at the locks and the tat on my skin And I think to myself, "I don't wanna fit in" I'm high off the music, my head's in the clouds I kinda like it up here; I am not comin' down I'd rather be alone, I am not good in crowds Which is kinda confusin', I know—been that way since a child They laugh and they tell me I'll never get out I'm just tryna be me, I am nobody else I don't care what you think, I'm just bein' myself So I guess for now Yeah, I'll just be the outcast

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