#yup……. hes my loser dad

[oozedninjas]

This is more on the fluffy end, but could easily turn naughty if you choose. (￣▽￣)b

Normally shy crush randomly sitting on bayboys lap? They want attention and are determined to get it, flustered and all!

Also, hello! I love your posts. Thank you. (* ´ ▽ ` *)ﾉ

Reader sits on their lap to get their attention!!

2007 / NSFWish / Suggestive/boys are 25 and love to see you squirming for them

Leo is cleaning his katana when he feels your hands sliding over his shoulders. Immediately recognizing the touch, he glances at you.

"Hi, love. I thought our date was in another hour," he notes, a glimpse of a playful taunt in his tone.

"I got impatient," you say, sitting on his lap in one motion. "I want you now."

Your bravado stuns him for half a heartbeat before dissolving into a smirk. He places the sword on the side to pull you further onto his lap. His voice is a hot whisper near your lips. "Show me how much."

Raphael is fixing Turtle Movil's muffler when he hears your steps approaching over the smooth asphalt of the garage.

"I'll be with ya in a sec, doll!" he voices from under the van.

You humm, stepping on the edge of Mikey's skateboard, currently serving as support for Rafael to slide under the car. You roll him out.

"Hey! he whines sitting up, just half a second before you sit on his lap.

His breath hitches as you straddle him, shell pressed to the van's side.

"Sorry Raph, I don't feel like waiting," you breathe, trapping his mouth.

Donatello is so invested in talking about this new substance that he doesn't notice you stripping. When you press your bare chest to his shell and drag your hands over his plastron, his words trail off as he tenses.

"Hmm, darling?"

"Yeah?"

"W-what are you doing?"

You smile, turning his swivel chair to you, wasting no time sitting down on his lap.

"I'm listening," you mutter into his ear. "You're so hot when you talk about deadly substances. But I'd love to hear something a bit sweeter."

"Yeah? Like what?" he manages, heart racing.

You lick a stripe over his pulse line, eliciting a whimper from him.

"Like that."

Mikey was chilling, sitting on the worn-out couch, waiting for the TV to load what looked like a video. You placed your hands over his eyes.

"Guess who it is?"

"My Sugar bun?!" he says, turning back excitedly. "Hi! You're just in time, I'm about to start a new game! Let me show you," Mikey reaches for the Xbox controller, turning his back to you.

"Sure! Is the Brotherhood joining soon?"

He giggles at the nickname. "Nah, they're out."

You frown. "Out? All of them?"

"Yeah. Leo's training with his new partner, Raph's out with Casey… and Don's helping April cover some tech issues or something. Oh, and dad's sleeping," Mikey explained idly, choosing the abilities for the playable character.

"Wait, we'll be alone here for… a while?" you venture.

"Yup! So, you want to play with me?"

You smirk, climbing onto his lap. "Love to!"

He dodges you, his eyes glued to the TV. After a moment of contemplation, you break into a mischievous grin.

"But how about we make it more interesting? The loser has to take off an article of clothing for each game over."

You tug at his orange hood, and his eyes dart to you, a mischievous smile growing on his face. "Aw baby, you know you won't beat me, right?"

"I'll take the risk," you say, kissing his snout.

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[bartxnhood]

daring | e.m

eli (hawk) moskowitz x reader

based on this request

warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff.

requests open

not proofread

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you had always been the shy kind, never go out of your way to put the spotlight on you. you always preferred being in the shadows, even in karate. you wouldn’t participate in most tournaments because of just how shy you were. but that didn’t stop you from getting a crush on a certain someone.

eli. aka, hawk.

known for his antics in cobra kai, in fact, you hated him for a good portion of his reputation, especially what happened to the larussos. your abrupt feelings started when he turned over his leaf and his infamous mohawk was gone. he was a totally different person. someone you could actually like.

you had never been late to practice, always on time or even earlier so you could get some more work in.

the one day you were late to you saw some new faces in the dojo. and one in particular. eli. sam saw your confusion and pulled to to the side, “cobra kai is joining us.” your eyes widened, “what? as in..training here now?” she nodded, “yup. dad and johnny are working together. so here we are.”

you hesitated, dropping your bag. “great. only adding fuel to the fire.” you eyes stared daggers in the back of eli’s head.

why was this suddenly happening to you?

after that day, being around eli all day, and trying your best to avoid him. so, you stayed with sam that night.

“god, sam! how could this happen?” you huffed, falling into her bed face first into a pillow, sam laughed, “it’s not the end of the world, y/n. it’ll be fine!” you lifted your head and looked at her. “fine? i’ll be fine?” you retorted.

“yes! i mean just tell him how you feel! maybe he thinks you’re cute and then bam you will ride off into the sunset together” she threw a grape into her mouth, wiggling her eyebrows. “or, he laughs in my face, rejects me and goes to tell all of his friends how much of a loser i am” you sat up, pushing your hair out of the way. “just try it, y/n. you never know, the universe might be on your side.”

you kept thinking about your conversation with sam, what if she’s right? maybe you can just tell him you like him and it’ll be all over with. but on the other hand he could embarrass you in front of everyone and laugh at you. which was the scenario you kept playing in your mind.

getting the courage to just walk up to someone and put yourself in that position is something that terrifies you. which is why you’re so reserved.

one day in particular you’re earlier than usual, hoping to work on some things to help you improve. you had only been there a few minutes, earbuds in listening to your playlist while going over your workouts. without even realizing someone else was there, you felt the softest touch on your shoulder which brought you out of your head. ripping away your earbuds you spun around meeting with eli.

he started “i didn’t mean to scare you, but i tried calling for you but you weren’t answering” you hummed, feeling your ears go red. “sorry, i tend to get in the zone when i have my earbuds in”

“don’t worry. i just wanted to ask how come you haven’t participated in any tournaments? you’re insanely talented” you shrugged, looking away. “i get pretty nervous when i’m put on the spot. so, i just don’t. daniel is okay with it so i just kinda stay in the shadows”

eli frowned, “there’s still some time before everyone else gets here, how about we go over some moves?” you blinked, messing with the earbud strings. “sure.”

“so, you spent over an hour talking with him while training and you still didn’t say anything?” sam groaned, staring at you from her bed. “i know! i know. i was being stupid” you ran your fingers through your hair letting out a frustrated sigh. “i don’t think i could ever ask him that. i could barely look at him” you admitted. sam, stood up, resting her hands on your shoulders. “you are a wonderful person, y/n. you’re beautiful, funny, and incredibly talented. eli would be a fool if he rejected you, and i’d make sure of that.”

the following week you were back at the dojo, as it got closer to tournaments daniel and johnny had everyone do extra work. you and sam stood at the pond, talking as everyone else arrived. “he’s so looking at you” she said, catching you off guard. “what?” “eli!” she exclaimed in a whisper. you looked over your shoulder spotting him, but watched as he quickly adverted his eyes.

sam grinned as you turned back, “i think someone has a crush” she wiggled her eyebrows but you quickly shut that thought down. “sam.” she rolled her eyes, “just go talk to him. i’ll be right here and if anything goes south i’ll baxk you up” you sighed, “promise?” sam nodded.

you began walking across the yard to eli who was now on his phone. “eli?” you hummed and he looked up, fumbling to put his phone away in his pocket. “yeah?” “i hope you don’t find this weird or smithing but do you wanna go out one day maybe and get food or something? if not it’s totally okay because i wouldn’t want to go out with someone as shy-“ he laughed, cutting you off. “of course, i’d love to go out sometime. i really want to get to know you.” your face was burning now, “oh, okay awesome!” you totally blanked on what to say after. “should we exchange numbers?”

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[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : FOOTBALL SZN

Football season was officially back, so that meant loud men yelling at the television, food and lots and lots of beers for your husband and your friends.

You were currently in the kitchen prepping the appetizers for everyone when your daughter walks in.

“Momma have you seen my swear jar?” She asks

“Umm yes it’s up here.” You tell her in confusion as you open the bowl cabinet and reach for her jar.

You turn around and face her “Porque lo necesitas? Why do you need it bug?” You ask and hand it to her.

She smiles “Mommy, Nino Urby and uncle Druski say lots of naughty words. I hear daddy say they're gonna watch sports” she shrugs

“I’m getting my jar ready is all” she goes to walk away but stops half way “Gracias” and she continues on her way.

You laugh to yourself and continue with the food.

“What has you smiling to yourself little weirdo” Your husband asks, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

“Your daughter”

He hums as he places kisses on your neck “What did that little one do now?”

“She’s a hustler like her daddy, she’s getting her swear jar ready for you boys.”

He pulls back and leans against the sink “Oh she’s smart” he smirks

The doorbell rings so he makes his way towards the living room.

“That’s Nino and Uncle Avatar.” Mía yells and goes to the door

Jack laughs to himself because he knows damn well where, preferably, who she got that nickname from.

“Mia, you don’t open the door without mommy or me.”

She stops “Sorry”

“It’s ok bug, also before I let those losers in, Did your Nina tell you to call uncle Avatar?” He ask’s, knowing the answer already.

She shrugs, “It’s funny. But I won’t call him that if it makes him sad.”

“It’s ok baby” He smiles at her

“Hey fucker, Open the door, beers are getting warm.” Urban yells from the other side of the door

Mia and Jack look at each other “Go get it”

She runs back to the living room while Jack opens the door to let them in.

“Why do you look so smug for ?” Urban asks as he walks in.

Jack smiles wide “You’ll see.”

Then Mia comes running back with her jar and opens it “Empty your pockets Nino.”

“Why?”

“We heard you say a bad word.” She smiles up at her godfather. “You know the rules.”

“Oh you sneaky little girl, you’re good.” He goes to pull out his wallet and hands her a dollar bill.

Mia smiles as they all walk towards the living room.

“So I’ll leave this here.” She places the jar on the coffee table “You pay up when you yell a bad word at the tv.”

“Damn Mia, you have a plan and everything huh?” Clay says as he comes down the stairs

“Yup.” She faces her dad “If I get enough can I buy the new monster high doll?”

Jack nods “Only if you have enough, that was the deal.”

She smiles and goes up to Urban “If you want to say lots of naughty words, it’s ok, I’ll cover my ears.”

They all laugh “Ok princess, I’ll give you our signal.”

Hours has passed and the entire of Private Garden, plus Druski were now all scattered in the living room.

Beers empty, food almost gone, but the rowdy ness, at it’s highest.

“Oh come on that is total bullshit” you hear Jack yell

That’s when Mia gasps “Mommy did you hear that?”

You nod “I totally did bug.” You say as you both walk into the living room.

“For fucks sake, catch the damn ball.” Your husband yells again.

You cough “Jackman.”

He looks your way “Huh, yes baby?”

You point at a smiling Mia “Daddy, you said really bad, naughty words.”

She goes to grab her jar “All of you are naughty, thank you for the money. I get to buy lots and lots of dolls.”

She goes up to Jack “Pay up please.”

Everyone laughs

“She got your ass there Jack.”

“Idiot, that's more money in.”

“I think idiot is considered a bad word, at least for kids.”

“Who came up with this stupid rule anyway?” Jack asks as he places twenty dollars in her jar.

“YOU.” Everyone yells at him.

“Daddy, that's another one.” Mia giggles with her little palm covering her mouth.

Jack groans “Little girl, you’re going to make me go broke.” and places another twenty in her jar.

Mia looks up at you after she sees her jar is overflowing “I love sports night momma.”

You all laugh “Yeah bug, I can tell.”

It’s safe to say the next day Mia made her parents take her to Target in search of her dolls.

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TBOSAS on Crack short take (39)

Vipsania: I’m bored.

Urban: Me too.

Livia: I told you losers that we should go shoe shopping instead.

Felix: For the last time, Cardew, we can’t go out and do fun stuff while in detention.

Livia: Detention?! I’m in detention?! Since when-

Coryo: Since yesterday, dummy.

Festus: Liv, you do remember that we almost destroyed the school kitchen yesterday, right?

Livia: Nope. Never. I don’t know anything about that incident-

Coryo: You were literally the one who left the stove on fire while the rest of us were trying to stop Palmyra from cooking.

Livia: Oh, shut up, orphan! I wasn’t even talking to you.

Coryo: Well, whatever, banker. Your scary mama can’t save your sorry ass this time.

Livia: Ha! At least I have a mom to spoil me rotten, Snow.

Coryo: You think you’re better than me because of your stupid money?!

Livia: Of course I’m better-

Coryo: Your mom can’t even defeat my super gorgeous dad in a stupid pageant beauty contest back in their University days!

Lysistrata: Yeah! Crassus Snow even won it seven times in a row!

Livia: How did you even know that?!

Coryo: ‘Cuz I still have my dad’s pageant crowns and sashes!

Felix: And I have the pictures to prove them!

Lysistrata: My mom was a runner up.

Coryo: Oh, and my dad even won the women’s category-

Livia: Ugh! Fine! Your drop dead gorgeous father may have been the most beautiful creature in Panem-

Coryo: Of course he is!

Livia: But he still dated Drunk Dean Casca Highbottom and that scheming Strabo Plinth from District 2!

Sejanus: The ever gorgeous Crassus Xanthos Snow once dated my evil old man?!

Livia: Yup! My mama even told me that Crassus almost married into the Plinth family for money-

Coryo: Shut up, Cardew!

Livia: You started it!

Florus: *raises hand* Why don’t we just play a game instead!

Androcles: A game?

Palmyra: Sure! I wanna play a game.

Apollo: Me too!

Diana: Can we play battleships?

Everyone: No!

Diana: Why?🥺

Apollo: Sis, do you even remember that other infamous flooding incident that occurred last semester?

Diana: Is it that time where we had to call the ambulance because Gaius and Florus broke both of their legs from jumping ship?

Florus: Actual ships.

Gaius: With actual missiles.

Apollo: Yes, that.

Diana: Nope. I don’t remember.

Iphigenia: Can’t we just play the “Would You Rather” game?

Lysistrata: Ok. Yo, Coryo, would you rather marry Casca Highbottom for fame or marry Strabo Plinth for money?

Coryo: Easy. Strabo Plinth. No questions asked-

Sejanus: What about me, my love?!

Coryo: Sej, Babe, you were not even an option.

Sejanus: But you’re still going to marry me, right?🥺

Coryo: For the last time, Sejanus Plinth, you’re the only rich idiot that I’m willing to marry and have children with.

Sejanus: Oh, thank Panem! That’s good to hear, my love! So would you rather kiss me now or later?😘

Coryo: That’s not how you play this game, Babe!

Sejanus: But I want a kiss-

Coryo: Felix, I give the stage to you.

Felix: Ok. Dennis, would you rather date one of my wealthy but shady cousins or marry someone from the outer Districts?

Dennis: Which District?

Felix: 10?

Dennis: A strong wife from District 10 it is.

Juno: My turn! Hilarius, would you rather disown your creepy father and become homeless or give him Coryo and Felix in order to inherit the rest of the Heavensbee wealth?

Hilarius: What the heck, Juno! What kind of cruel options are those?!

Juno: Just answer my freaking question, Hilari!

Hilarius: Fine! The second one!

Coryo: What the heck, you traitor!

Felix: Seriously, Hilari?! You’re willing to sacrifice me and Coryo for money?!

Hilarius: Never! I would never ever do that to you, Class Pres!

Livia: Well, good luck being poor and homeless, Hilari.

Arachne: May the odds be forever in your favor, Heavensbee.

Domitia: My turn! Arachne, would you rather burn all of your inheritance for the “Sandwich Queen” title or watch Festus Creed become the official “Sandwich Queen of Panem” for the presidency?

Arachne: Well, if I do become the President of Panem, then I would have the power to get rid of Festus-

Festus: Hey!😠

Arachne: But burning my inheritance for the title is also doable.

Domitia: How?

Arachne: ‘Cuz I’ll just steal my older brother’s money.

Festus: Oh, this heartless witch-

Clemensia: My turn! Persephone, would you rather eat Palmyra’s infamous deadly apple pies for eternal fame or volunteer as a Tribute for the Hunger Games?

Persephone: The second option.

Clemensia: Really? You would rather become a Tribute just to avoid eating one deadly pie?

Persephone: Yeah, sure. Why not. I literally have better odds of winning and surviving the Hunger Games than eating one of Monty’s rebel-killer sweets.

Everyone: True.😞

Io: My turn! Urban, would you rather fail our calculus class in order to gain political power and influence or replace Dr. Gaul as the Head Game Maker for political power and influence?

Urban: Those options are actually difficult to answer, Jasper.

Io: Just take your pick!

Urban: Fine! I do love calculus more than anything in this world. So-

Io: Head Gamemaker Urban Canville it is?

Urban: Yeah.

Apollo: My turn! Andie, would you rather steal Dr. Gaul’s monster bunny for illegal money or marry into the very corrupt and chaotic Ravinstill family?

Androcles: Both.

Everyone: Really?!

Androcles: Yeah. Im willing to steal Dr. Gaul’s evil bunny and marry Ravinstill at the same time.

Felix: Which Ravinstill are we talking about?

Androcles: Oh, you tell me, Class Pres.😏

Diana: My turn! Sejanus, would you rather challenge Coryo’s evil grandmother to an epic drinking contest just to win Coryo’s hand in marriage or push Highbottom-

Sejanus: Push Highbottom!

Diana: I’m not even done yet!

Sejanus: No need to worry, Ring. I’m willing to push Highbottom for Coryo.😀

Diana: Let me finish-

Sejanus: No! Pushing Highbottom is the only right answer!

Casca: *walks in* Pushing who?

Coryo: No one, Sir. Sejanus is just shouting at the sky again.

Casca: Oh, ok.

Diana: Well, bye-

Casca: By the way, who told you to play the “Would You Rather” game without my consent, Crassus Snow?

Coryo: It’s Coriolan-

Casca: Crassus Xanthos Snow! My love, how dare you play these silly games without me?!😭🔪

Felix: *sighs* Dean Highbottom’s drunk again.

Sejanus: So can I push him now?😀

Coryo: Sure. Go ahead. I might even kiss you.

Sejanus: Can you kiss me now?

Coryo: No.

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[amesstms]

-ˋˏ ➛ 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝟐, 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐒 . sentence starters . ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ . sᴄᴇɴᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ - ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ .

❝ see you tonight! don't be late, losers! ❞

❝ okay, update time! you heard back from [ name ] yet? ❞

❝ um... no... i'm sure she'll reply at some point. ❞

❝ let me take a look at the situation. ❞

[ text ] hey [ name ], u going to the party tonight? 

❝ dude, we talked about this! could you have any less game? ❞

❝ i'm no good at this! ❞

❝ how about: "yo [ name ], see you at the party, let me know if i should bring handcuffs"? ❞

❝ oh my god! you thirsty bitch. ❞

❝ here, let "[ name ] the love witch" work her/his/their magic... ❞

❝ okay, just... don't make me sound like a loser. ❞

❝ i said matchmaker, not miracle worker... ❞

❝ hey, hold on, let me check it before you send! ❞

❝ too late! ❞

[ text ] would be awesome 2 see you there. 

❝ what? i could have texted that... ❞

❝ it's a good start... she'll/he’ll/they’ll text back, you'll see. ❞

❝ you know... i don't even know if i wanna go tonight... ❞

❝ oh please. it's gonna be fun! you hate every party. ❞

❝ oh because... they're all the same. too many people, too fucking loud, everybody's wasted... ❞

❝ yes, [ name ]. you just described... a party! ❞

❝ well? the suspense is killing me! ❞

❝ it's dad/mom. wants to know if i'm coming home after school. jeez, i'm not a ten year old... ❞

❝ he/she just cares about you, [ name ]... anyway, you should be happy your dad's/mom’s looking out for you. ❞

❝ oh, it's [ name ]. saying she/he/they can't wait to see us at the party! ❞

❝ what? really? yes! ❞

❝ told you i would work my matchmaker magic. ❞

❝ hmm... so... so what should i wear tonight? ❞

❝ a condom. ❞

❝ ho ha ha. paying plenty of attention in sex ed class, i see... ❞

❝ shut the fuck up, dickhead! ❞

*[ name ] gives her/him/them the middle finger.*

❝ damn, your neighbor's an asshole. ❞

❝ yup. always true to himself! ❞

❝ man... we need to find a couch for your yard one day. ❞

❝ oooh careful... last time my dad/mom almost busted me out here... ❞

❝ because you were alone. your dad/mom wouldn't bust me. he/she/they loves me. so... you want a hit or not? ❞

❝ yeah, okay. it's friday. ❞

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[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 9 - Of Vice and Men

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 8 -- Part 10

Pairing: Mike x Dani x Sy (Yup...) and Mike x Dani

Summary: When Dani finally shows up at Mike's place again, figuring she should really confess her little adventure with Sy, the night takes a very unexpected turn.

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral and fingering (f receiving), m/m/f-threesome stuff, drug use (weed and alcohol). P-in-v sex. Some fluff, some angst if you squint a li'l...

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: The first bit was hella inspired by this idea form @marveldcmistress. I wanted to write this as soon as I saw that idea, but it needed a little context. And you get some bonus fucking after it. Anyway, enjoy this little piece of filth. (Or skip it, if this isn't something you're generally into, that's absolutely A-Okay!)

By the by! This chapter takes this fic over 40k words!

“Fuck!” It sounded from the other side of the door. “Fuck! Mike, you dick!”

“Sore loser, Syverson?” God no, it wasn’t true. You dropped the hand you were going to use to knock on the door and seriously considered turning around and walking away. You’d barely talked to Mike for days, and he’d been asking what was wrong, but you hadn’t been able to tell him. How was “I fucked your roommate after an orientation party” ever going to be a message someone didn’t mind hearing? You’d just about die if Mike would all of a sudden confess he’d slept with Ariel or something. 

“Whatever, I’m gonna take a piss,” Sy’s drawl was unmistakable - it had to be him. The remark was followed by heavy footsteps - and the realization that there was no way for you to get out of there in time. The door swung open right in your face. 

“Hi there, Sugar,” Sy grinned before he pushed past you and made his way to the bathroom. 

“Dani!” Mike said, upbeat as ever. He raced to the door as a puppy that was happy to see his owner again after a long day. “Come in! You’re not going home for the holidays?” You explained to Mike that your parents both worked in a hospital and couldn’t get any time off work, so you’d decided to stay put instead of exhaust yourself traveling all over the place.

“You?” You asked as you walked into the room and dropped yourself on the couch. 

“Divorce is wonderful. My mom would rather spend Christmas with her girlfriends and their mid-life crises on a cruise in the Bahamas or wherever, and my dad can’t be arsed to remember he has a son ever since Jessica and her two wonderful daughters showed up in his life.” Shit, you wished you hadn’t asked so casually. 

“It’s okay, Dani,” he chuckled, “I’m kind of glad you’ll be here. Do you have plans for New Year's Eve?” How had this not come up yet? You’d made plans with Sloane and Ari back in September, but they were both seeing guys - casually, but still - so perhaps…

“I was going to go out with my friends, but maybe you want to tag along?” You suggested. Mike looked happy that you’d want him around. 

“If they’re okay with that, I’d love to. We can sleep here, if you want?” 

“Are you avoiding awkward morning confrontations with my roommates, Mike?” You laughed as you shook your head. 

“Oh, one hundred percent.” You had to admit that you appreciated the honesty. “But I guess I don’t have the right, since you were surprised by Sy’s presence last weekend.” God, no! That was impossible! Except it wasn’t, because from that stupid grin on his face you could very clearly tell that he knew. “Sy told me you guys slept together. It’s no big deal, Dani.” 

“No big deal? I’d go absolutely ballistic if you told me you screwed one of my roommates…”

“We can’t all be as chill as I am,” Mike joked as he pulled me into a hug. You were curled up next to him on the couch when Sy came back. You moved your feet in as closely as they would go, but the couch was a little on the small side for the three of you, what with Sy being as broad as he was and Mike taking up a surprising amount of space for someone so lanky. 

“Kill the game, Sy, there’s ladies present now.”

“I don’t see any.” Sy looked around theatrically, and the second he looked away from you you kicked him in the thigh. “Fuck!” He grabbed your ankles and pulled them into his lap, holding onto them firmly when you tried to pull back. The extra space was welcome, but you weren’t quite sure how comfortable Mike would be with you having your feet in Sy’s lap, given the circumstances - especially since you were wearing a skirt, although it was long enough, even in this position. You looked up at him and found him looking down at you. 

“Comfy?” He chuckled when he saw your surprise. “You can just relax, Dani, it’s in the past.” But you couldn’t relax. You were worried about grades, and Sy, and Mike, sad that you weren’t going to be home for the holidays and miserable when you considered that nobody else would be there, even if you did go home, because your parents didn’t have the time. It wasn’t entirely fair, you knew that, but you felt a little alone. And did you mention sad? 

“We were planning on drinking and watching dumb movies, you in, babe?” Mike pulled you from your thoughts, and repeated the question when he realized you hadn’t heard a thing. You nodded in reply; it actually sounded like a good way to take your mind off things. The boys had clearly already started part A of the whole scheme, judging from the several empty bottles on the small table and the faint smell of beer that surrounded Mike. Sy reached into the mini fridge that sat next to the couch and handed you a bottle. Your hand was shaking when you took it from him. 

“Jesus, baby, you need to relax.” It was easier said than done; you were tense from the thoughts running through your head, and Sy’s presence didn’t exactly do anything to help the situation. Then, there was the fact that you noticed that your restlessness was putting Mike on edge, which wasn’t a good place for him to be, either. 

“Mike, go smoke or something,” Sy laughed all of a sudden. Next to you, you felt Mike make some erratic movements that you guessed were intended to tell Sy to shut up. 

“You smoke, Mike?” you asked curiously. As far as you knew, he wasn’t a regular smoker - you’d never seen him with a cigarette in hand, at least - but given his unruly disposition (and by that you meant: ADHD) you wouldn’t be surprised if he sometimes indulged in something more calm-inducing and mellowing than alcohol or tobacco. 

“Eh… Occasionally,” he responded before sending a chilling glare Sy’s way. 

“Like… Cigarettes?” you asked while raising one eyebrow at him. 

“Herbally augmented ones,” Mike responded dryly while he rolled his eyes, as if he was waiting for you to berate him. 

“Got enough to share?” You asked carefully. Mike’s face lit up like a Christmas tree and he nodded enthusiastically. From the looks of it, he wasn’t used to people being chill about this.

The three of you prepared to go outside - naturally, the list of things August would commit murder over included ‘smoking indoors’. When Mike suddenly stood still in the middle of the hallway, both you and Sy bumped into him. 

“Should we invite Geralt?” That one came as a bit of a shock to you, he seemed so… uptight, you had expected more of a ‘just say no’-type. 

“No, you shouldn’t.” The voice - very clearly belonging to Geralt himself - came from somewhere inside Geralt’s bedroom. It made a lot more sense now; turning off those senses was probably a necessity rather than just a pleasure at times. 

“I thought they’d be done by now,” Mike joked softly to Sy.  

“Poor girl won’t walk for a week,” Sy chuckled back at him. From behind the door, you heard someone rummage around, followed by heavy footsteps. Mike ducked behind you - God dammit, it was a good thing he was cute, because he wasn’t exactly a tough guy. 

The door swung open to reveal an agitated Geralt in a pair of black sweatpants - and, from what your unconsciously wandering eyes gathered, nothing else. If there was an eloquent way to describe what you saw, you couldn’t come up with it: Your idiot brain full-on got stuck on “ho-ly shit” and you struggled - hard - to keep your thoughts out of the fucking gutter. Fact the first; Geralt was ripped. We’re talking borderline body-builder level shredded. Fact the second; He was half naked, and it was distracting beyond belief. Fact the third; you had a boyfriend. And apparently, Geralt wasn’t exactly eligible, either - at least not right now. So your staring was completely inappropriate, and you had to fucking stop it. But no matter how hard you tried to tear your eyes away from this beast of a man, you just couldn’t seem to do it. Every time you managed to redirect your gaze somewhere other than his abs - or lower - you found something else to be distracted by. His chest (chiseled, hairy, sweaty and heaving to the rhythm of heavy breathing - as if he’d been… running), his silver hair (falling loosely around his face instead of the usual neatly pulled back style; definitely sex-hair), his thick brows (Dani, what the fuck?). The moment seemed to last an eternity… 

“Michael, Nathan, for fuck’s sake, go,” he hissed through gritted teeth (hot) before he even looked into the hallway. When his amber eyes shot up to death-stare Mike and Sy in the face, they revealed that Geralt clearly hadn’t expected to meet your gaze first. “And Danielle. Hi, sorry.” His agitation seemed to dissipate and with it, his attitude. While Geralt seemed to deflate, Mike puffed up behind you, chest out - chin up, no doubt, but you couldn’t see - and fingers digging into your waist possessively. 

“He used our full names, man, run,” Sy laughed as he made a break for the stairs. 

“After you, Dani,” Mike said through gritted teeth, nudging you towards the stairs with urgency. He lingered behind you for a second. 

“Put on a shirt next time, dick,” you heard him hiss. Was it just your imagination, or was there a hint of insecurity to his voice?

“Shit, this is good,” you said as you handed the joint to Sy, “where did you get that stuff?”

“Leon,” Mike shrugged. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and pulled you close. It was freezing outside, weather reports even predicted snow. 

“Didn’t strike me as the type to deal drugs,” you wondered out loud. 

“He just negotiated a deal with the guys who do,” Mike laughed quietly, “he knew what they were up to, because he’s Leon, and because they’re pretty much full time potheads, they needed him a lot. Gets us a very welcome discount.”

“And by ‘us’ you mean…” 

“I think the words you’re lookin’ for are ‘all y’all’, Sugar,” Sy drawled with a deep chuckle, “but yeah. All of us indulge from time to time.”

“August?” You asked, wide-eyed and giggling. You didn’t laugh because it was entirely unbelievable or something - let’s face it, that man needed to get high more than the rest of them - you just found a lot of things weirdly funny right now.

“When he ain’t got his girl ‘round to slap the livin’ shit out of,” Sy whispered grimly. Your head spun around so fast you hurt a muscle in your neck, but you ignored it. 

“Excuse me?!” 

“Not like that, babe,” Mike said. You felt one of his legs brush past you on its way to Sy’s shin. “And forget Sy mentioned that, it’s none of our business.” He said the last part more to Sy than to you. For someone who was well on his way to having smoked half of that joint you were supposed to be sharing, Mike sounded surprisingly level-headed. After a while, you angrily came to the conclusion that it wasn’t just Mike who hadn’t been sharing. 

“Hey!” You said while reaching for the joint. Your voice was thick with annoyance at being passed over. Who did they think they were, hogging all the good stuff?

“I’m not carrying you up two flights of stairs, baby,” Mike said as he pressed his forehead against yours. The smirk on his face was even dumber than usual - it was fucking adorable. 

“You could,” you pouted. Mike traced your pushed out bottom lip with his thumb before pressing his own lips to yours. 

“But I’m not going to,” he answered when he pulled away. Another soft peck landed on the tip of your nose. You had to admit you were starting to get a little unsure of your footing at times - you could get up the stairs, but maybe not in a straight line. You wouldn’t fall, though, you could do this. 

“Why don’t you go ahead, darlin’,” Sy laughed, “we’ll be up.” Standing outside with nothing more to do seemed like a fool’s game; you were cold and wanted to be under a warm, cozy blanket. Mike chuckled when you sighed reluctantly before heeding Sy’s advice. As the door closed and you disappeared out of earshot, their conversation continued. 

“You’re a lucky man, Mikey,” Sy sighed as he lifted the joint up to his lips, “she’s a damn good one in the sack.”

“You’d know,” Mike laughed. Somehow, he felt more threatened by that little spat with a half-naked and impressively angry Geralt, than by the fact that Sy had actually shagged his girlfriend. Actually, considering the fact that he and Sy weren’t strangers to sharing girls, it maybe wasn’t so strange after all. 

“Y’know what, I’m glad I never asked her number,” Sy sounded very sincere, “y’all are good together.”

“I’m glad too,” Mikey said with his signature mischievous look in his eyes, “she sucks dick like a pro.” The weed was doing its job because the guys couldn’t keep their laughter down. 

“Wonder who taught her that, because it wasn’t me.” The laugh that came from him wasn’t completely genuine, Mike noticed, it was almost as if he was a little jealous. 

“No good with you?”

“Don’t remember her tryin’. And I feel I’d’a remembered.” Sy shrugged as if it didn’t matter to him much. “I was just glad she wasn’t one of them girls that just do it to return the favor, y’know.” That he wasn’t lying about.

“Eh…” Mike scratched the back of his head. 

“You’ve never…”

“Once. High school girlfriend. She told me I was bad and I’ve been kinda scared ever since,” Mike seemed very interested in the color of his shoes all of a sudden. 

“Well, I can always show you what she likes,” Sy half-joked as he dropped the butt of the joint in the ashtray on the windowsill before disappearing inside. 

You were much more comfortable between Sy and Mike now. The three of you had assumed the same positions on the couch you had before; you were snuggled up to Mike, with your feet resting in Sy’s lap. After a while, the chilly air in the room distracted you from the terrible horror slashfest that was going on on the TV in front of you. As soon as you shivered, Mike jumped up and grabbed you a blanket. It was nice, being tucked in between them. Some time later, you noticed that Sy’s fingers were drawing firm circles over the bottoms of your feet; the feeling was nice, and it made you hum and snuggle into Mikey further. He replied by sliding his hand underneath the blanket to your waist. You couldn’t see the meaningful look the two exchanged above you, both thinking about the last thing Sy had mentioned when they’d been outside. 

Sy’s hands found their way underneath the blanket, too, and the circular motions of his fingers slowly worked their way up your calves. It startled you, and you pulled your legs in, crawling further into Mike, lookin up wide-eyed, not scared, but definitely confused. 

“Relax, baby,” Mike said with a cheeky wink - the kind of wink that really only meant one thing; he was in on this… The thought alone turned your pussy into a dripping mess, but something in your mind told you you were crazy for thinking Mike was okay with this. You weren’t even quite sure you were okay with this. That night with Sy had been good, sure, but it had been just that - one night. You weren’t sure you wanted him again - and you were sure you didn’t want to complicate things with Mike, though you weren’t quite sure there was such a thing as complicated when it came to Mike. He generally didn’t seem to do ‘complicated’. And there was one thing about that night you had missed. Something no other guy - not that there had been many in the meantime - had been able to do as well. Something Mike hadn’t done at all… You remembered your conversation with Sloane and Ariel about that hookup - and while Slo’s alliterations had been a little over the top, the gist of it was that you’d spent the majority of that conversation raving about Sy’s incredibly skilled mouth. When his fingers reached the inside of your thighs and Mike’s hands had slowly moved from your waist to your chest, you started to squirm. 

“Shit, Mike, she’s worse at sitting still than you.”

“If I didn’t know any better…”

“I’d say this turned her on.”

“I’d check, but I can’t reach,” Mike laughed. The sound was mellow and thick and it just sounded so delightfully stoned that you couldn’t help but laugh yourself. That laugh turned into a giggle when Sy took that little hint and one hand traveled further up your thigh, suddenly snaking between your legs, pushing your skirt up as it moved up, and up, and up, until the tips of his fingers rested softly against your pussy. You whined when he traced them back and forth along your covered slit a few times and Mike’s hand lazily toyed with one of your nipples through your bra. One finger slipped into your panties and dragged a single line between your folds. 

“Oh, no, she’s definitely into this,” Sy chuckled. This time, you did see the meaningful look that the boys gave each other, and you gasped. Not only were they okay with this whole thing; they’d done it before. You moaned softly when Mike softly pinched your nipple, right at the time when Sy slipped a finger into your wetness. The combination of your high and the feeling of two sets of hands on your skin fueled the fire inside you, and you moved your hips to give Sy easier access. 

“Shit, she really is.” It was Mike’s turn to chuckle. Judging from the situation in his jeans, he wasn’t exactly having a terrible time, either. One finger became two, and though you were more than wet enough to accommodate the added girth, you squirmed when he pushed into you. Mike looked mostly focused on the TV while playing with your boobs, although his eyes darted in your direction often. Maybe he just felt that it wouldn’t make you more comfortable to have him staring down at you the whole time - and he’d be right. Things changed pace when Mikey all of a sudden pulled you up and started lifting your sweater. You gladly helped him take it off. It was Sy’s cue to take off your underwear, which went surprisingly easily. He slipped off the couch, onto the floor in front of you, two fingers quickly finding their way back to tease at your entrance. 

"Please," you sighed before you could stop yourself. The boys laughed at your plea.

"Feel good, baby?" Mike whispered in your ear. His tongue traced your ear and traveled down your neck. The incredible feeling of Mikey sucking on the tender skin of your throat was rivaled only by the feeling of Sy's hot breath on your cunt, which came closer and closer until his tongue hit your clit. 

"Fuck," you spoke hoarsely as you tried to register it all; Mike's stubbled jaw, soft lips and sharp teeth, ravaging your neck, no doubt marking you up with little lovebites everywhere, his slim hands feverishly kneading your breasts, and Sy's scruffy beard scratching between your legs as his tongue lapped away at your clit, fingers curling inside your pussy, pressing against that special spot that made your legs tense up from the intense pleasure. Your hand reached for Mikey's head, fingers tangling with his hair, as the other made its way to Sy's, pressing his face closer to you. Fuck, if he kept this up you were going to cum in less than a minute. You caught a glimpse of Mike's eyes as he looked at your writhing body, right before capturing your lips with his, and realized right then just how much you wanted it to be him down there between your thighs. 

"Baby," you moaned into his mouth, nudging his head down firmly. He took the hint - not that it was in any way subtle - and slid off the couch to join Sy, who must have felt the movement next to him, because he stopped doing what he was doing right before you were about to cum, and pulled away. 

You whined at the loss of friction and pouted as you looked down at the men who were sitting between your legs. They grinned at each other before each putting a hand behind your knee and pushing your legs up on the couch, spreading you wide open. Your brain almost shut down trying to comprehend everything that happened next; one mouth near each of your knees, biting, sucking and licking its way toward your center so fucking slowly it made you want to cry; one side flaring up with the occasional sting of a lovebite, the other plagued by the constant chafing of course hair against delicate skin. Fingers tracing your leg faster in a race to your core that ended with two hands fighting for entrance between your legs, until they ultimately gave up and four eager fingers found their way inside your throbbing heat. They were rough in their enthusiasm, making you squirm when they stretched you a little too far. Occasional chuckles slipped from their throats as they relished the view of your endlessly writhing body above them. They looked at you, each in their own distinct way; Sy cocky and amused - and rightfully so: the arrogant bastard knew exactly what he did to you and every bit of that confident smirk was deserved - and Mikey curious, selfless and eager to learn new ways to please you. You rolled your hips against their movements, fucking yourself entirely goddamn stupid on their fingers as their faces moved in closer. 

"Fuck, Sugar," he chuckled before raising his eyebrows at Mike. "Easy one, brother, she's doing half the work for you." 

Mike's fingers slipped out of you, which would have been very upsetting if they hadn't immediately been replaced by his tongue. You gasped when he found the swollen little pearl that begged so desperately for attention. Fuck, even if Sy was right and you were doing half the work by writhing against him, you didn't give a damn; nothing was going to stop you from fucking yourself to heaven and back on Sy's fingers and Mikey's tongue. It came sooner than expected, and after you rode out your high, Sy's fingers left your pussy and he climbed back onto the couch with you, that cocky grin still firmly set on his face.

"I think she's got another one in her, Mike," he said as he wrapped his arms around you. He didn't try to kiss you, which you appreciated, but he did take a thorough interest in your tits. Fingers dug into the soft flesh of your boobs and circled your nipples. They were later replaced by his warm mouth, gently sucking and biting down on the pebbled skin. 

Mike's rhythm was less stable now that he had both his hands and mouth to worry about, and the contrast with a minute ago turned his moments unsure until his mouth left your skin and he focused on his hands. You weren't having it; one hand twisted itself into his hair and pulled his face back to where you felt it belonged. 

"He's a li'l shy, Sugar," Sy drawled in your ear so softly that you doubted Mike had even heard it. You understood the assignment.

"Baby, don't stop," you whined - with an extra side of extra whiny - as you kept nudging his head in the direction you wanted it to go, "it was so good." The decision to wrap his lips around your clit again was rewarded with a high pitched squeal that came from deep within you. This time, too, you unconsciously helped Mike keep his rhythm by writhing your hips into him. When he made the executive decision to forget about his hands - the right choice; kid just couldn't multitask for shit - and focus on his tongue, you felt yourself on the climb up towards your second orgasm. Fuck, he was good, and the sight of that gorgeous face between your legs was so fantastic that your eyes were glued on him - provided you were able to keep them open, anyway. Your climax approached swiftly, and with a perfectly timed flick of his tongue, Mike tilted you over the edge and eagerly took in every drop of arousal that spilled from you before joining you on the couch. The boys pulled you back into the position you had started your night in - leaning into Mike, feet in Sy's lap - and covered you with the blanket. No one brought up anything else - not even the raging boners they both obviously had. When you tentatively rubbed Mike through his jeans, he just pulled your hand away and shook his head and winked at you.

The whole thing felt like a dream when you woke up in Mike’s arms the next morning, though you couldn’t decide if it was a good or bad one. Slowly but surely, the notion that it had been the worst idea in the history of humanity wormed its way into your brain, and you wanted nothing more than to get out of bed, but Mike was still asleep and he was holding you close. Without realizing it, your quiet panic woke him up. 

“Dani, what’s wrong? It’s early,” he mumbled into your ear. 

“I have to go, Mike,” you said under your breath as you strained against the arms that held you firmly in place. 

“No, you don’t,” Mike said, all of a sudden sounding very alert, “we need to talk.” You knew he was right, but the thought scared you nonetheless. 

“We did that,” you said shyly, “while we’ve only been on one date. With the room… I’m not going to explain why it’s fucking weird.” 

“Did you have fun?” Mike asked. You stared at him in disbelief. What the hell did that matter? “It was weird, Mike.” 

“Did you have fun?” He asked again. From the look on his face you could tell he wouldn’t let that go. 

“Yeah,” you shrugged, “weird but fun.” 

“So think about that. I know I am. We were a little drunk, a lot stoned, sometimes you do weird stuff. Forgive and forget the weird bit, remember the fun bit, you’re good to go.” 

“I guess…” 

“And for the record; you’ve been on one date with me. I’ve been on two dates with you.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that. 

“Hey, there’s that pretty smile.” Mike grabbed your chin to turn your face to his. You loved hearing him say that, it did something to you. Forget the weird, remember the fun, you chanted as you thought about the night before. What about the bit you had been longing for but never got? Your unasked question was answered when Mike pressed his lips to yours and immediately set your insides on fire. After a few minutes, filled with soft kisses on your lips, neck, shoulders and boobs; tongues trailing and tracing; teeth pulling and biting, Mike’s hands started wandering over your body. He was impatient today, which was great, because so were you. After a hasty expedition down your torso, he found you dripping wet - the lovely result of the night before, the dream about the night before, and the few blissful minutes with his mouth all over your body. He looked up at you, grinning widely before dipping his head below the covers and making his way down, leaving kisses and love bites in his wake. For a brief moment, he examined his handiwork from the night before, and found your left leg covered in small bruises. The other was covered in beard-burn, but that went in the direction of his mental trash bin - not his circus, not his monkeys, right? He didn’t tease you, which you appreciated; all you wanted was to feel his mouth on you, and he happily obliged. It started with a few lazy kisses along your slit, followed by a careful flick of his tongue against your already swollen clit. Before long, you were grinding yourself against his mouth again, as Mike eagerly pressed his tongue to the sensitive pearl between your legs. 

“Fuck, Mikey!” You cooed as you felt the pressure in your stomach build. “Don’t stop!” He didn’t. Instead, he unraveled you with his tongue, only ending his efforts when the last wave of your orgasm had passed. If he’d been impatient before, it was nothing compared to him now. He scrambled to grab a condom off the shelf over the headboard, and if putting them on were an Olympic sport, he’d have medaled for sure. 

“Wait!” You said, and were immediately faced with puppy-eyes that belonged to a man who clearly didn’t want to wait.

“Dani!” He whined, really dragging out that last i. As adorable as you found the whole thing, you weren’t blessed with much patience this morning, either. 

“Ok, fine!” You said quasi-annoyed, rolling your eyes at Mike’s very enthusiastic expression. When he didn’t move, you got suspicious. “What?”

“Turn around,” he said, laughing when your eyes widened, “please?” Fuck, those goddamn eyes, you seriously doubted you’d ever be able to refuse this guy: All he had to do was look at you with those fucking puppy-eyes and you were a puddle at his feet. So you listened and turned over on your stomach, getting tangled up in the logistics of legs and bodies and what not. He pulled you onto your knees, taking advantage of the great view of you ass he had this way, being himself and biting you, very quickly, before squeezing and kneading away while lining his cock up with the entrance to your drenched pussy. As previously established; he was impatient. It just turned out that you had no idea just how impatient. With one quick thrust, Mike sank all the way into you. The angle that came with your current position took him deep, a little too deep.

“Ow!”

“Sorry!” His next move was slower, more controlled and it allowed you to move yourself into a better position. “Better?” You couldn’t do anything other than nod and gasp when he slid into you again. 

“Fuck!” This was good, so, so good. You quickly lost your train of thought and threw your hips back to meet Mike’s thrusts. He chuckled at your enthusiasm. His fingers dug into your skin when he gripped you tight so he could pull you back onto his cock himself. Every time his hips slammed into you, the noises that escaped from your throat became more high pitched and louder; you buried your head in a pillow to muffle them but you were fairly sure you didn’t have a prayer that no one else would hear. It didn’t matter, none of it mattered; your entire world consisted of Mike and you, and sex and sweat and this new but incredible feeling of getting railed from behind six ways to sunday - or monday, today was sunday, even though you were entirely convinced you’d be bruised inside and out tomorrow. Who gave a fuck about a little pain, especially when it hurt so good? Whether it lasted too long or too short was a question you’d probably never be able to answer, but when Mike finished and fell down on the bed next to you, your body was glad it was over even though your mind still screamed for more. 

“Just so we’re clear,” Mike grinned at you, “you liked that, right?” Someone should teach the dirty bastard to stop asking these ridiculous questions. You tickled his side, and squealed when he grabbed your wrists. 

“Shit! Yes, Mikey, I liked that.” Despite being slightly embarrassed to admit it, it would take a far better actress than you were to talk yourself and Mike into believing that your racy little performance had been a lie. “What’s it matter?” Mike let go of your hands and looked at you as if you’d gone insane. 

“First, call me a sentimental douche but I think sex is better when everyone involved is having fun,” he said while he poked at your sides, and for a moment you were charmed by the sweetness of that statement, “and second, I’ve never been with a girl who liked getting nailed from behind like that, which is very convenient for me because it happens to be my favorite position. Any further ridiculous questions?” The entire statement was so wildly Mike-esque that you couldn’t be mad at it or disgusted by it even if you tried. Besides, there wasn’t a single part of that statement that wasn’t completely true.

“One,” you chuckled in reply to his question, “feel like having another go at taking an uninterrupted shower with me?”

The second floor bathroom was occupied, and you could see it in his eyes.

“If that’s Sy…” he began to whisper to you before being interrupted by the person on the other side of the bathroom door. 

“It’s not.” Of course it was Geralt. That hearing of his was both scary and amazing. The two of you hurried to the other bathroom, laughing at what had just happened. 

“Do I need to feel guilty about that? Did we just do to him what Sy did to us?” Mike wondered out loud as you got in the shower, still snickering. 

“First, Mikey, we didn’t do anything,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him close, “and no. You would have found out if it was Sy, and even if it had been him, you probably would have just come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be funny if he was in there by himself.”

“Are you suggesting we wait until he has a girlfriend, too, and then get him back for that?”

“No. I’m suggesting you shut up.” Had Mike just called you his girlfriend?

-> Part 10

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Settling Arguments

{Mario and Luigi are fighting over a video game, their dad thinks they’re acting like children, so he decides the only way to settle this childish argument, is to challenge them with something childish..}     “YOU CHEATED!” Luigi yelled.

“I won fair and square! You’re just jealous cause you’re bad!” Mario yelled back. 

The bros were currently chasing each other through their family’s apartment. They ended up at a stand still at the edges of the dining table both trying to guess the other’s next moves.

“No! I had you weakened and you moved out of the way of my shot!” Luigi pointed.

“Sorry I know how to squid roll properly!”

“I do, too!”

“That’s why you end up doing a normal jump and get killed a lot huh?” Mario smirked.

“Whatever! Plus you held onto the rainmaker way longer than you’re supposed to, and ran away like a coward!”

“I held onto it and ran so I’d run the timer out because we already won!”

“No you didn’t!!! You don’t win until the match is over!” Luigi stomped his foot like a child.

“And guess who had the victory screen at the end? MY TEAM! SO BOOM!” Mario made an over dramatic boom gesture with his hand. 

Luigi was about to make a run for Mario at the end of the table, when suddenly a hand was on his shoulder.

“What in the hell is going on here?” a voice said.

It was their dad.

“Mario cheated in a video game!” Luigi whined.

“I did not! You’re just a sore loser,” Mario replied, folding his arms in a kind of cocky gesture.

“Really guys? A video game? How old are you two? Don’t you have a job to go to?” Their dad said.

“It’s Sunday,” Luigi replied.

Damn, dad was hoping reminding them of their business would get them out of the house, but not today. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, and sighed.

“Come on, what happened to fighting like men?” he said.

“You want me to punch Mario?”

“No! I meant having an adult conversation. Since that’s apparently not gonna happen, though, and you’re acting like children, then you’re going to fight like children,” dad said.

Mario and Luigi looked at each other curiously.

    They followed their dad into the living room where the three of them stood in the middle of the room.

“Now, when you two were young, y’all were inseparable, but you still used to fight about absolutely anything! Do y’all remember what I would do to settle arguments and give y’all a ‘winner’ between you two?” 

The boys shook their heads.

“Really? It happened pretty often. So, what I did was sit you two on my lap, make you hold your arms up, and I would tickle both of you until one of you put your arms down. The first one to put his arms down, lost. And there were no and, ifs, or buts afterward.”

Mario and Luigi silently gulped a bit.

“Now, obviously you two are too big and old to sit in your papa’s lap, so I’m gonna change it up. Mario, stand here.”

Mario stood in the middle of the two.

“Lift your arms up.”

Mario did so.

“Now interlock your fingers.”

His dad grabbed his arms together, and Mario locked his fingers together in a fist.

“There,” his dad said stepping back, “you stand there, and keep your arms up as long as you can while Luigi gets to tickle the crap outta you!”

Luigi’s face lit up. He was going to get to tickle his older brother with no repercussions?! Oh yes! He practically skipped over to Mario. Mario gave him a side eye.

“Can I tickle him anywhere?!” he exclaimed.

“Yup! Anywhere you can reach. Now don’t get too excited, Lu, you’re next,” his dad threatened playfully. 

Luigi got a bit nervous at this, but was quickly pulled out of it when remembering why he was standing behind Mario.

“I’m gonna start a timer. Mario, you can laugh, move, anything you want except for running and putting your arms down. As soon as those arms go down, that’s time. Whoever held them up the longest in the end, wins.”

“Got it, now can we get this over with? My arms are already getting tired,” Mario sighed.

“Sure. Start… now!”

Luigi wasted no time skittering his fingers over Mario’s sides up to his ribs. Instantly targeting his top ribs and armpits. Mario held strong for about two seconds before bursting out in giggles. He stomped his feet, and clamped his fingers tighter together. Since they were wearing their lounge clothes, there was very little protection for their bare skin. As Luigi tickled Mario’s armpits, he saw that his shirt lifted up a bit due to his arms being above his head causing his belly to peek out of it. Luigi’s fingers instantly gravitated towards Mario’s stomach skittering across the bottom of it that was peeking out. 

“Waihihit! NOT THEHEHERE!!” Mario squealed as Luigi dove his hands under his shirt, squeezing his belly.

Luigi’s hands skittered across his tummy to his hips squeezing them gently. Mario doubled over but kept his arms above his head.

“Oh come on, you know you wanna protect yourself. Just do it. Clamp your arms down on my hands, it ain’t gonna hurt ya,” Luigi teased. 

Mario shook his head, “n-NOT A CHAHAHANCE- EHEHEHEHE!!”

Mario snapped his body back up when Luigi suddenly went under his shirt, and back to his armpits. His fingers skittered and poked all over his upper body rapidly to keep him from getting used to any sensations. Mario could feel his arms slipping down, and he almost gave up.

“You made it past sixty seconds!” his dad exclaimed.

Mario shot his arms back up with newfound determination. There was no way Luigi would beat past a minute! He tried to make it longer just to make sure. 

“LU! S-STAHAHAP THAHAHAT! STOP S-SWITCHING SPOHAHAHATS!”

“What’s wrong, big bro? Too ticklish, hm? If I stayed in one spot, you’d get used to it, so I gotta switch it up a bit!” Luigi smiled.

“I- I WOULDN’T HAHAHAHA! OH MY GOHAHAHAD!!”

His nerves were screaming at him to give up, but he was determined. That was until Luigi snuck a hand between his shoulder to his neck. Mario squealed, scrunched his neck, and recoiled. His arms came down, swatting Luigi’s hands away.

“TIME!” their dad announced.

Mario doubled over panting, his arms wrapping around his middle to protect himself.

“One minute and twenty seconds!”

“Whoo!.. b-beat that!” Mario huffed.

Luigi giggled but was visibly nervous. He knew he was going to lose this. Sure, Mario was pretty ticklish, but him? He was a walking tickle spot..

    “Ha! Bet, I will!” Luigi scoffed confidently.

He took Mario’s place in the middle of the room, and raised his arms, interlocking his fingers. Mario rolled his eyes and grinned at this faux confidence as he stepped behind his little brother.

“Ready?” 

“Ready.”

“And… go!”

Mario instantly dove his fingers into Luigi’s underarms. Luigi screeched and almost failed instantly, but shoved his arms back up. 

The good thing about this whole challenge is they both knew each other’s tickle spots. Obviously after being brothers for years they knew exactly how to target each other. The bad thing was usually Luigi, being the younger brother, was the one to get tickled to pieces every time they had a tickle fight which would always just end up being “tickle Luigi.” Luigi knew where Mario was most ticklish, but he also knew exactly where Luigi was most ticklish, and exactly how to tickle him to make him completely succumb and go crazy. Perks of being the asshole older brother he guessed.

Luigi twisted in Mario’s grasp, but held steady. He screamed when his ribs were suddenly tased. God how he hated when Mario would do that. Just two fingers quickly, and harshly vibrating between his ribs were enough to kill the man. Luigi tightened his fists above his head. He dropped them onto the top of his head trying to lessen the sensations.“He put his arms down!” Mario exclaimed seeing his dad not react.

“Nope, they’re still up,” he replied.

“You didn’t say we could do that!” 

“You didn’t ask.”

Mario rolled his eyes, and dug into Luigi’s tummy. Now he was determined to win. Luigi shrieked, and doubled over, but like Mario, kept his arms up. He held a leg up trying to protect his stomach.

“Ah ah ah, fratellino, no protecting yourself!” Mario teased as he squeezed his kneecap making him drop back down. Mario skated his fingers over Luigi’s bare belly. 

“PLEASE I-IT’S SO BAHAHAHAD!! N-NAHAHAT MY TUMMY PLEHEHEASE!”

“Ohohoh yes! Is your tummy ticklish, Weeg? Got a ticklish tum?! Sucks for you!”

Luigi’s face turned bright red at the teasing. God, why’d that always get to him so much?!

“30 seconds till a minute!” dad said.

No way Luigi was gonna get to over a minute. Mario was not going to lose to the most ticklish person on the planet! Time to kick it up.

Mario squeezed Luigi’s hips as he began to walk around to face him.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOIHIHIHING?!” 

“Oh nothing, there was nothing against changing positions was there?” Mario called back to his dad.

“Nope!”

Mario grinned evilly at Luigi whose giggles became nervous. He tickled up his sides then shoved his hands onto the sides of his neck fluttering his fingers gently. Luigi threw his head back, wheezing, and scrunching up. He was sure that digging into his shoulders would break him, but Luigi kept himself together. Even raising his arms back up fully.

“You passed a minute, Weeg!” dad exclaimed.

Oh he was not going to win this.

Mario thought fast, then quickly shoved Luigi’s shirt up to his chest revealing his stomach. Luigi felt the breeze, and tried to back away.

“NO! M-MAHAHARIO! DO NOHOHOT PLEASE!!”

Without hesitation, Mario grabbed Luigi’s sides to hold him where he was, while still squeezing them, took a quick deep breath, and blew as hard as he could on his tummy.

Luigi screamed then cackled as his whole body convulsed and his arms shot down trying to push Mario off of his poor ticklish belly. 

“TIME!” 

Luigi collapsed on his butt on the ground panting and still laughing hard.

“What did he get?” Mario asked practically running over to the timer on the phone.

“One minute.. and seventeen seconds!”

“YES!”

 “NO!”

“I WIN! HAHA!” Mario pumped his fist.

Luigi pulled himself up from the ground defeatedly.

“Congrats, now if you’ll excuse me, I hear leftover lasagna calling my name,” their dad said getting up from the recliner.

“Wait! No that’s not fair, let me see-”

“Sorry, can’t hear you over lasagna!” 

The boys were left in the living room. One gloating and the other sulking.

“Aw it’s okay Weeg, it’s not your fault you’re too ticklish for your own good,” Mario giggled.

“No, you came around front to blow a raspberry on me! You cheated again!” Luigi exclaimed.

“Ah fratellino, always will be the sore loser little brother..”

Luigi glared at him.

“I’m only joking! Come on, you know it’s not that serious. You’re not actually mad, are you?” Mario asked.

Luigi rolled his eyes then smirked, “no. But you should run.”

Mario widened his eyes, and tried to get up, but Luigi caught his leg.

“Whoops too slow!” Luigi gleamed.

Mario struggled to pull his leg out of Luigi’s grasp but Luigi was already locking it under his arm. Mario hopped on one leg, eventually stumbling down onto his butt on the floor.

“You good?” Luigi asked, making sure he wasn’t hurt.

“Yeah but l-let go!”

“Ha! As if. You deserve this.”

Luigi pulled off Mario’s shoe, and instantly scribbled his nails on his foot making Mario snort and fall onto his back instantly cackling.

Laughter could be heard from both boys for at least another hour before it quieted down. 

There was no final winner.

#switch!mario #switch!luigi #tickle fight #ticklefic #Mar!omoviefic #Splatoonisnowcanoninmario #tickle community #tword community #sfw tickling community

[pin-crusher2000]

Mortal Kombat: Earth-66 (1.5)

Here is the second half of character interactions (Mar’i & Jake)

1- Mar’i: wanna spar? I’ll let you wrestle me to the ground.

Chris: oh! Hehe sure.

Mar’I: *smirks* read you like an open book!

2-Mar’i: future bro in law, wanna fight?

Jon: sure, won’t hold back though!

Mar’i: Tamareans is stronger than kryptonians.

3- Mar’i: you are daddy’s favorite Robin

Damian: *tt* is that so?

Mar’i: talked about you for hours.

4- Mar’i: we are both noble heirs for warrior queens

Hunter: it means we are both strong.

Mar’i: but I’m more stronger *does the lower bottom eyelid & sticks tongue out anime taunt.*

5-Mar’i: you think your arrows are faster than my starbolts?

Connor: yup, fastest drawer on the planet!

Mar’i: that’s what Lian said.

6- Mar’i: I’m a warrior princess!

Arthur: & I’m a warrior prince.

Mar’i: let’s see who’s the better warrior!

7-Mar’i: is it true that you eat worms?

Hector: no! I’m just a regular kid with hawk armor on!

Mar’i: that’s what a person who eats worms would say!

8-Mar’i: A Tamarean is stronger than a kryptonian!

Osul-Ra: wrong, & I’m a Phaelosian not a kryptonian!

Mar’i: *shugs noise* same thing.

9-Mar’i: *gasps* are you a warrior princess too?!

Otho-Ra: I’m my papas StarChild.

Mar’i: I’m my daddy’s StarShine.

10-Mar’i: wow! You get super strength?!

Colin: yeah, & I get even stronger.

Mar’i: strong like a Tamarean?

11-Mar’i: are you spying on Chris & I?

Conner: just being a good big bro & watching out.

Mar’i: thanks for that, but we don’t need you.

12-Mar’i: your just like uncle dami, But a princess!

Mara: I prefer a demon instead.

Mar’i: yup, talk like him too.

13-Mar’i: you can shoot lasers out of your eyes!

Maya: *giggles* yup & turn invisible too!

Mar’i: wooah! Cool!

14-Mar’i: Irey is my best friend!

Maxine: no she’s mine!

Mar’i: Mine!

15-Mar’i: hmph! Stop talking about my mom like that perv!

Clifford: what? I just said she’s like E.T. But with double D’s?

Mar’i: I’m gonna kick your butt!

16-Mar’i: what am I thinking about?

Kathy: Ranch with pizza on the bottom.

Mar’i: *gasp* soooo cool!

17- Mar’i: what’s hotter: my starbolts or your magical flames?

Suren: my flames can burn to ash.

Mar’i: my bolts are hotter than the sun.

FireWing (Jake Grayson)

1-Jake: loser has to make a parfait for the winner!

Chris: & it’s gonna be you.

Jake: then I’m gonna make it butt flavored.

2- Jake: we are the strongest of our teams.

Jon: let’s see who’s stronger between the both of us.

Jake: loser has pretzels for the winner.

3-Jake: dad said you were his favorite Robin.

Damian: *tt* is that so?

Jake: he was right, you are a butt munch.

4-Jake: we are both warrior princes.

Hunter: but I’m far stronger.

Jake: let’s test that out.

5-Jake: your screams can hurt eardrums?

Connor: yup, even steel at full scream.

Jake: really? Mine too! *starts screaming autisticly*

6-Jake: we are both warrior princes.

Arthur: yup, I’m of water & you of fire.

Jake: fire is better than water.

7-Jake: is it true that you eat worms?

Hector: no! Where did you heard that from?!

Jake: my sister bird boy! *giggles*

8-Jake: *deepens voice* accept my challenge kakarot!

Osul-Ra: *highens voice* Right! Let’s do it!

9-Jake: a warrior princess?

Otho-Ra: I’m my papas StarChild.

Jake: Mar’i would love to have you as a sister.

10-Jake: woah! You can turn into a giant!

Colin: yup, maybe even bigger.

Jake: can I do pull-ups on your wrists?

11-Jake: can you teach me how to be cool?

Conner: bro, you are already cool with the flame outfit!

Jake: awww, cool.

12-Jake: you’re just like uncle Damian.

Mara: how so?

Jake: a butthead but pretty.

13-Jake: you can shoot lasers?

Maya: yup, & turn invisible too!

Jake: can I use it to pull goons pants down? Please?

14-Jake: since my mom’s species came from cats could you technically control me?

Maxine: huh, you came from cats?!

Jake: meow! Meow! *purrs*

15-Jake: keep my mom’s name outta your mouth!

Clifford: why? I just said she’s like E.T. But with double D’s.

Jake: I’m gonna punch you in the tenders!

16: Jake: what number am I thinking of?

Kathy: not a number but the color blue.

Jake: darn, thought I could trick you. *pouts*

17: Jake: what’s hotter? My starbolts or your magical flames.

Suren: I can burn a body to ash.

Jake: can you light your farts on fire though?

#youngtitans #mari grayson #jake grayson #chris kent #newyoungjustice #jon kent #damian wayne #hunter trevor #hunter prince #connor lance queen #arthur curry jr. #hector hall #hawkboy #osul ra #otho ra #super twins #colin wilkes #conner kent #mara al ghul #maya ducard #maxine baker #clifford baker #kathy branden #suren darga

[awmancreeper]

ミ★Just Say You Love me </3 . 03- Hunting Wabbits

--★ Kai’s friends roast him for not being in a relationship since he was 12. While Y/n tries to avoid getting into a relationship every week. One day Kai spots a familiar girl hiding in a tree finding out she was hiding from her 2nd confession that week. After hearing the university’s IT girl struggles Hyuka comes up with a plan.

Masterlist / prev / next

!!written parts!!

“Come on Kai we’re just messing around” Beomgyu teased as the four walked down the sidewalk. “Yeah, I get it” Kai rolled his eyes “hey did you guys call my boss about the job?” Soobin asked the boys “thank you for the offer but I’m making pretty good money from my tutoring business” Taehyun informed him as soobin nodded “makes sense, beomgyu?” Beomgyu stopped walking “yeahhhh no!” “Why, don’t you need the money?” Kai asked. Beomgyu laughed and put one of his hands behind his head “I’m a trust fund baby don’t need it” he bragged as they all scoffed “I thought you said your parent were gonna cut you off?” Taehyun brought up making Gyu stiffen up “l-listen I’ll get a job once Kai gets a girlfriend,” Beomgyu joked “okay when is my love life gonna stop being a joke to you guys,” Kai asked they all looked at him before laughing “we can’t joke about something you don’t have?” Taehyun laughed “we joke about your dad?” Kai told him everyone going silent before busting up laughing “holy shit!” Beomgyu yelled hitting Tae in the back “yeah yeah At least I have the balls to talk to girls and make money while doing it” Taehyun said punching Kai in the arm making him whimper in pain.

“Speaking of which I have a tutoring session in 15 minutes” Taehyun looked at his watch “wait what time is it?” Soobin asked “um a little past 1:30” “HOLY SHIT I STILL HAVE GO HOME, IM GONNA BE LATE” Soobin dropped his board “KAI YOU COMING?” “I don’t go in until later” soobin shrugged “alright see you guys!” And with that soobin was off.

“Look at him skating off just to make minimum wage,” Beomgyu said wiping a fake tear “I have to go too guys gotta be there before the client” Taehyun pointed while Beomgyu shook his head “you should get a job too, it’ll show your parents you have some sort of responsibility” Kai told him but Beomgyu laughed “like I said I’ll get a job once Hyuka gets himself a girlfriend,” Beomgyu dropped his board on the floor “but until then I’m a free bird CAHH, later losers!!” Beomgyu skated off and continued to make bird noises. Tae and Kai looked at each other “wanna walk me to the library?” “Nah ima chill here for a bit” “ight see yah virgin” Taehyun waved to him walking away.

Kai sighed and sat on a bench over a tree chilling out. “Hey” a small voice called out making Kai look around but didn’t see anyone. “Psss” it happened again “um?” Kai questioned looking around one more time “up here!” the voice whispered/yelled. Kai looked up to stop a familiar girl in the tree, he stood up “holy shit what are you doing up there?” He asked, “would you believe me if I said I was hunting for rabbits?” She asked smiling at him “pretty odd place to be hunting” Kai said to himself “hey can you tell me if there’s a boy standing by the center tree?” She asked Kai looked at spotted a boy holding flowers. “Y-yup” She sighed and hugged the tree stump. “So um why are you hiding from your Romeo?” Kai asked looking up at the girl “I-I’m not hiding just waiting” she replied closing her eyes. Kai stared at her this was the first time he’s seen her without her friends and she looked tired. She felt his eyes on her, she sighed peeking at him “plus the view up here is amazing” she smiled Kai felt nervous but it looked like you need someone to talk to so he gathered his courage “right so why are you avoiding him?” Kai asked her smile dropped “I’m not fooling you am I?” Kai hesitantly shook his head “he’s been asking me out every week for the past 3 months,” she told “he’s a sweet guy don’t get me wrong” Y/n frankly told him smiling nearly falling from the tree making them both freak out. “Woah be careful!” Kai told her as she laughed nervously “I don’t know how to tell him no. I’m always making up excuses” she said “but he’s not the guy who asked you out two days ago” Kai pointed out. She looked at him “every week someone decided to tell me how they feel and I feel bad letting them down every time” she sighed hugging the tree stump again “well if you accept one of them it’ll most likely stop the whole ordeal” Kai told her “but that’s the thing I can’t” y/n said with her eyes closed “why? It’s not like it’s hard to find a nice person who’s interested in you”. She opened her eyes but didn’t look at the boy who was talking to her

“it just… I can’t okay” he saw her eyes turn glossy. “Then you need to find someone who’s down for you but no strings attached” Kai explained “like a friend with benefits situation” she looked at him with one of her eyebrows raised “No! Um like a pretend relationship?” He frantically explained “right, everyone here has told me they liked me more than a friend” she closed her eyes again “what about your guy friend the older one?” Kai told her she shook her head “Yeonjun? That’d be too weird,” she said resting her forehead against the tree bark. Kai looked over at the boy who stood by the tree still waiting, he could’ve been the next guy she hid from. Yet still, he can’t believe he was about to say this.

“I-I can do it” he offered she opened her eye “what?” “Be your pretend boyfriend no strings attached?!” He frantically tried to explain she completely turned her head to him as Kai saw the indent of the bark on her forehead “um I don’t know and sorry but I don’t even know you” she answered warily “I get it!!! I just thought I’d offer” Kai’s face turned red immediately “that came out rude I’m sorry,” she apologized but Kai waved her off “no it’s fine” it got awkward as they both went quiet.

y/n broke the silence with a small “would you actually do that for me?”. Kai sat on the bench “well it looked like you needed help,” Kai said looking down while y/n stared at him “and I guess I’m in the same boat too” Kai told her “you have people asking you out all the time” she questioned. He laughed looking up and kinda leaning back to see her “well not really I guess I’m on the other side of the boat” he told her smiling. The corner of her lips twitched upwards “what does that mean?” She tilted her head curiously. Kai laid on the bench to look up at her without straining his neck “my friends kinda make fun of me for not having a girlfriend” he said and she lay on the branch looking down at him “why is that?” He shrugged “I guess I never had any courage”. “I’m y/n by the way” she said looking directly at him “I know” she smiled “you do?” “It’s not like the school's news account doesn’t cover you every chance they get” he looked away from you.

“what’s your name giant?” She laughed he smiled “giant?” “What you think I’d forget when tackled me a few days ago” his smile dropped “you remember me?” He asked quietly “dude you knocked me on my ass” she laughed “um again I’m sorry” she shook her head “it’s fine” “Kai,” he told her “huh?” “My name; It’s Kai” she nodded “Kai? I like it”. Just then her phone buzzed. She sat up and looked at her phone “oh my friends are here” she texted on her phone “cool” “um I would go if I were you,” Kai looked at her confused “my friends are still not over the incident” Kai stood up “right! m-my offer still stands just um” Kai frantically looked for something on him “crap I really wished I had a pen or um pencil” he said feeling like an idiot “don’t worry if I need you; I’ll find you” she told him making his heart skip a beat. He smiled brightly picking up his board “um see you around y/n” “bye Kai” she smiled at him.

#tomorrow x together #kpop #kpop smau #huening kai x y/n #txt hyuka #hyuka x reader #fem reader #txt fluff #unrequited love #fake dating #txt smau

[ridiasfangirlings]

i feel like someone must have already asked something like this but oh well

high school sarumi where the boys in their class start picking on how close they are to each other to the point where to get under their skins (specially misaki's) is to call the other their "boyfriend", imagine it escalates and the girls start inviting them to hang out (yk to show "support") or if one of the teachers finds out and instead of addressing the bullying they give them a lecture on how being gay is wrong and calls their parents like "did you know your son has a bf?"

ik that's like awful and traumatic but id like a more comedic take on this than the more obvious angsty one tho the angst is welcome too

‘The teacher figures out that Niki’s kinda insane,’ yup XD Imagine after Fushimi and Yata have been friends for most of the year is when this happens, like maybe one of the former Yata Team starts making fun of Fushimi for being a loser nerd and Yata overhears. Of course Yata isn’t going to take that lying down and he starts yelling and getting angry, the other guys are mad at being called out and are like you don’t have to stick up for your boyfriend. Yata sputters all he isn’t my boyfriend he’s my best friend and the other guys laugh all yeah we know you’re ‘special’ friends right. So now the whole class sees an easy target and soon all the guys are teasing Yata and Fushimi for being boyfriends. Even the girls get in on it, asking Yata if he needs some help with his makeup and how he’s ‘one of the girls now.’ Poor Yata is easily riled up and gets angry at all this but honestly I could see Fushimi leaning into it instead, like looking the people teasing them in the eyes and then calling Yata ‘honey’ and smirking when the bullies get uncomfortable, all while Yata is bright red and very confused. 

Eventually a teacher finds out and they get called into the office, Fushimi’s probably rolling his eyes like great we’re going to get the ‘it’s okay to be gay’ talk. Instead they get the ‘that’s sinful and wrong’ talk, Yata trying to constantly interject that they aren’t gay while Fushimi just ignores the teacher totally. The teacher says he’s going to have to call their parents and actually in this case Fushimi might almost welcome that one, like good luck even getting ahold of his ‘parents,’ and honestly even if they do get Niki it’s not like Fushimi hasn’t been teased before (he’s probably more worried about Niki finding out about Yata over anything else) and the teacher can be the one to deal with that asshole.

The teacher does decide to try and call Fushimi’s parents first and is caught off guard when Niki just bursts into gyahaha laughter. The teacher is taken aback and is like this is serious sir, Niki just grins all so who is who is my monkey’s beloved, I bet it’s that shrimp. The teacher’s like I can’t give out information on other students and Niki laughs again, wondering if they’ve been holding hands or kissing, he can’t imagine his little monkey doing any of that. Yata and Fushimi are both in the room this whole time, listening on speaker, and Yata is just mortified that Fushimi’s weird dad thinks this about him while Fushimi probably has the dead fish eyes going on because he knew this would happen. He shows up the next day with glittery nails, a rainbow scarf and a dead-eyed expression, the teacher decides maybe calling Yata’s parents is the better idea.

Yata and Fushimi get dragged back into the office and this one goes way better, imagine their slow grins as Yata’s mom just eviscerates the teacher for acting this way towards her son, like do you call the parents of the children who have opposite sex significant others too. The teacher decides maybe it’s time to give it up and Yata feels somehow triumphant, like okay he’s still not gay with Saruhiko but it was fun listening to his mom tell that guy off. He’s less excited when he gets home and finds out that his mom has gone all out on being supportive, she’s even getting together a lot of the other moms to have a whole tolerance round table. Yata has no idea what he can say to this, now the whole school thinks he and Saruhiko are gay and Saruhiko is really not helping things by continuing to call him ‘honey.’ (Then years later post-ROK Yata goes to tell his mom that he’s dating Saruhiko and she’s just like yes sweetie I know, you’ve been dating since middle school remember.)

#sarumi #Talking K #Niki somehow made it better? #for once #like yes now he won't stop teasing Fushimi for being gay #but he also made the teacher's life terrible so that's fine #and no one ever called Fushimi's dad again #Yata Mom meanwhile is like how dare you #she will be so supportive now #Yata is so frustrated because they're not gay he just thinks Saruhiko is amazing and the best and super handsome and

[mysteriouseggsbenedict]

it is time

liveblog for A PERILOUS JOURNEY!!! WOOOO YEAH LET'S GOOO!

spoilers below obviously!

THE WETHERALL FARM!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!!

"we're family" okay so i'm crying

LMFAO HE BLAMED DR GARRSON

THAT'S SO FUNNY. WE WERE JOKING ABOUT CURTAIN PUTTING HER IN A CELL FOR INSUBORDINATION BUT HE LITERALLY THREW HER TO THE WOLVES WOW JKFJDSAKFHDASLFKJ

that poor woman jesus christ

NOO NUMBER TWO LOST THE SAWING COMPETITION RIP (also we were right! it was when they were traveling together!)

"the scavenger hunt is just as much for mr benedict as it is for hte kids" OOHHHHH BLORBO 😭 he's IRRITABLE 😭 poor darling

wait so they got kidnapped by those people in the crowd? were they ten men??

milligan dad content i need it like it air

HE WHITTLED A TOOL FOR KATE— BUT KATE SAYS NO— WTF KATE DON'T REJECT MILLIGAN'S MULTITOOL!!! HE MADE IT WITH LOVE!!!!

miss perumal mom content i also need it like air

it's interesting that curtain didn't tell them about the kidnapping. i suppose if he's not trying to obtain information about duskwort he'd have no reason for the others to know about the kidnapping.

OOOOH THE LIBRARY IN MR B'S HOUSE! idk why i never thought of him having a designated library space because the books just describe him having shelves and piles of books all over the house, but that is BEAUTIFUL god i yearn for his house

constance refusing to acknowledge she loves mr benedict breaks my heart like......"i allow him to believe he is a good at chess, he brings me nutritious food" YOU KNOW WHAT DADS DO? FEED YOU! AND CARE ABOUT HEALTHY MEALS! FUCK! CONSTANCE HE'S YOUR DAD!

"MY COLLECTION SKEWS HEAVILY TOWARDS HISTORICAL THRILLERS" I LOVE HIM

"he knew you'd know" okay crying again

rhonda IMMEDIATELY knows what the fuck is up like she literally waits 3 seconds and then she's like yup they snuck out alkdfjalskdfsdf

THE FUCKING DANCE NUMBER. THE FUCKING DANCE NUMBER. I WILL NEVER RECOVER I WILL NEVER HEAL FROM THE EMOTIONAL DAMAGE THIS CAUSED ME HE'S SUCH A LOSER I CAN'T TAKE THIS

"they believed us" .......oh 🥺

#mbs disney 2 #a perilous journey #HERE IT IS EVERYONE

[bee-birb]

my thoughts on the knuckles series! spoilers below

ok so it was really well done, cinematography wise. the cgi was gorgeous and knux was portrayed amazingly. the plot.... was severely lacking. the main plot of "wade needs to win bowling against his asshole dad" should've been the subplot instead of "knuckles is getting kidnapped by GUN agents to sell to exGUN criminal who worked under robotnik", which should have been the main plot. also maddie and tom tracking down knux for escaping being grounded is never brought up. the lore tidbits from the GUN agents and the cute knux moments were honestly not worth signing into my dads Prime Video account to watch Wade trying to joust on a childs bicycle with a katana. the MURICA propaganda was strong, depicting the Asshole Dad covered in british flags, and wade's family is jewish (which i have no problem with, i love diversity and the chance to show off others' cultures) but in light of the palestinian war (and how america is basically funding israel) it feels like a political statement. i was not here for politics, i was here for funny red guy eats grapes. also nearly all the characters smelled of autism (which is nice, i love the inclusion) but i wonder if the writers/directors were projecting a bit. overall, this show was a bit of a disappointment, and focused more on wade than the title character.

anygays heres my unfiltered thoughts below

-

confirmed, knuckles only eats grapes and cool ranch doritos, he has the tism rizz

radio death counter: 2

this is just 2 delusional idiots going on a quest

everyone is autistic i love this

DICK JOKE

oh the racism. not cool in light of palistan. and paramount supporting israel. ew. why do wade's friends all have to be part jewish? why the mom's side?

theyre all so autistic i love it

that was a very unrealistic fork stabbing

wade needs a hug gawdamn

NINJA TURTLES BEDSPREAD LESGOO

wall death counter: 2

rip sink

o w the roadrash

HE GOT GAY BLASTED

lmao fursuit wade

p u p p e t

iblis? black arms? WHO ARE YOU DEMON?

gingers

dont duel, idiot, run away

YUHHH JOUSTING MENTIONED WTF IS THIS SHOW

why did the mailman just happen to have a gun flare that says go

DONT DRAG THE KATANA ON THE ASPHALT YOU IMBECILE

ow the roadburn

unironically hate this show wtf

lmao he has a bob

HE RAN PAST THE MOTORCYCLE??? HUHH??

WE GOT THE HAT BABYYYY

ew a child

i can overlook the plotholes. i can overlook the racism. i can overlook the idiocy. bUT I CANNOT OVERLOOK BRITISH MAN. DISGUSTING (i ‘hate’ brits for the bit, no hard feelings)

everyone is autistic i can smell it

HUGE LORE DROP, ROBOTNIK MADE GUN? not even grampa gerald, its def eggman. the implications for sonic 3 and the creation of shadow...

the squares were… an interesting editing choice

SUPPORTIVE WANDA LESGO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

really hope that knux is just causing chaos and eating grapes offscreen. he deserves some grapes.

LISTEN TO YOUR MOM WADE, NEVER TRUST A BRIT

yup, betrayal scene. never trust a brit

NOOO DONT BETRAY KNUX HE ALREADY HAS TRUST ISSUESSSS

they sacrificed dragon fruit man :0

where did they go

how did they commission custom bowling polos so quickly

omg FINALLY THE FIGHT SCENE

youre a loser baby

HOLY SHIT THE CHAOS ENERGY JUST GOT SLURPED RIGHT OUT OF HIM LIKE SPAGHETTI THROUGH A STRAW

YASS STEAL YOUR ENERGY BACK BABES

KICK HIS ROBOT ASS

bro didnt get his balls crushed, he got crushed by a ball

YUHHH PUNCH THE BRIT

final thoughts: 4/10, needed more knuckles, the repeating songs were eh, only eps 1, 5, and 6 were worth it, and i genuinely hate the majority of the main plot. the subplot of knux getting kidnapped and the whole gun thing was cool, but it should've been the main plot. fuck the brits

ALSO WTF WAS UP WITH PACHACAMAC. either he's a figment of knuckles' imagination that got imprinted into wade's head, or he's FUCKING REAL AND THATS TERRIFYING IN REGARDS TO THE LORE. WTF.

and the rock opera scene was ass. like ik it was supposed to be bad for comedic value but it was just bad bad.

#knuckles show spoilers #knuckles show #knuckles series #knuckles the echidna #wtf is sega smoking #fuck the brits (satire)

[the-firebird69]

John ramelord is one of the worst he's been around her son forever we don't want him there he has to move off and he's not and we need to do something and I'm getting some help

-we had an incident this morning with Emily blunt and she went up to the house the apartment did you try the key and it didn't work she was spotted and left her bike there it was early morning and her son didn't see her and she didn't try and break in but she thought if a key works she would sit there and said sign the agreement because her version is not canceled so it's going to be an issue cuz she's going to keep trying it and we do know her bike is gone now and she went and got it and no so she has to go get that and she's going to be a pain and people are going to erupt on her to the two because they came as agents from social security and we're bothering him and she found out that he got him kicked out so she's trying to get him out and that what she was doing that she ended up getting them out so she tried to move in alone yeah that's what she was doing the whole time and she's a headache and a loser and had her people doing it as a waste of time and money everybody's got a big misconception we seem to be buying everything and people want to threaten for stuff and it doesn't work too many people want small stuff all over it's kind of revenge in a way

-you have other things to consider and we will be brief henceforth I do see what you're saying people have a lot of stuff to do and don't have time to pick a lot of stuff out

-we are purchasing other companies and they're huge and we should list them

*Kmart there's a giant company we are buying it and we are buying the whole thing it is a very good size company still it's global I'm there about half the size of Target and Target is about 1/8 of the size of Walmart no probably Sears and Sears is 1/5 the size of Dillard's okay so they're small and Dillard's is 1,000 the size of Walmart they're really small all these little companies were going to grab and buy and we're going to make something out of them because we want to and he says the one the Marshalls and it's really for getting your army together and he wants to make that into inexpensive clothing it's a good idea too and items like that that people can go in and grab it's always been known for it but he wants to make it actually the whole store it's a great idea and serious needs to come back everybody likes the stuff and sell things like home Depot but people get in the damn way and with them out of the way a lot of things will go back to Sears and people still get cabinets and things but they're going there for that and people like that and Sears outlet is something we should start with and Mac might do that and he says it's a good idea

-there's several other things happening more companies to purchase a lot of small ones but several big chains are selling percentages mostly it's John remillard and the other people own about 50% of the companies and yeah we didn't know that much until now and he is selling his share all of it it's true and for some reason so we're going to buy it one of the biggest companies is Walmart and they have suppliers from everywhere not just China anymore is a gigantic company gigantic they have stuff everywhere they have distributors everywhere and suppliers and grocery store distributors it's a very important company to acquire we're looking for 20% and we'll bring us to 45% which is very high for a chain like that it is a massive massive store and we're going to get some more shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

We got a little fool from last night but he's hungry now

Hera

Zues yup lol

There's my man they were thinking about the car and we talked to Tim Doyle they said it'll be a good deal for him and he seen what it does with others and even his dad was having to do some time there are things that he should know dad was doing a lot of work and he saw it tons of hand signals tons of work getting people to do stuff sometimes it's costly but if you didn't cost as much he said it's extremely aggravating looking but he wants to go ahead with it and it's not the car we flipped over in no it is it is the car cuz he's going too fast and they can fix that kind of thing and it said the frame brand vents and it did a little and they already fixed it needs to be reinforced but it will be fine anyways my husband drives like an old lady it is true he said it and he's showing an image of Brad asking him on the left twice. And you kind of is looking forward to it but I looked at some of the math and people are saying we don't want you in it some people saying you have to be in it and the max is saying we need him to be in it and it's because we were talking about this operation Phoenix for like 2 days or so and other people started to say what is that and they noticed that my husband was looking at the refueling of the Sun and he took it as a sign there's a lot of intricate stuff that they're looking at but they want to know what it is and Mr Goodman is a Mac and he's trying to figure out what anybody knows and usually they know what we're saying but they go around and they try and find things and JC and Mary had a plan so they're interested that's what they're going to be doing this using it as a signal and cover and it's probably the number one draft pick and my husband remembered it and he remembered it because he was talking about the plant on Ferrari and he can't do that and I said I might do it later and it's symbolism that we can use and his father and mother Raphael and got his wife love it and said they were there when he needed it up at St Armand and from France they were there as well and that's a great help they're working the whole time it would be terrific I mean but he'd have to learn how to drive better. And the guys I think it's strange but it's done all the time it might help someone else put a kid on if he can't he has to get permission they're frowning that really is something to look at we take some chances are pretty good. And this other math to it too but it's huge mass for them when they did it at first it was to see what we're doing and they want to do it again and we think did they did it on purpose because it is a white vehicle with blue racing stripes racing and it usually means us it's something we remember and the code is very fierce and it is against us and the max want to do it

Hera

I looked at it too and it does sound very fierce and Tim Doyle had trouble with the car he couldn't handle it he couldn't drive it right it was too fast off the line and he kept spending the tires and was getting in trouble even though it's non slip he could not handle leaving it alone and people didn't like it and that's exactly what they're saying about these pseudo empire and people who are affected and they are going through that now but it's going to be like a decommissioning phase and the car is made in 1989 no it's a 1995 I believe or 96 which is a long time ago 30 years ago but the technology is not old the engine is a very high strength steel I'm a performance motor it's a special vehicle and they didn't put anything in it that's overly complex and it would still work pretty good today it's one of the only cars that he had that's like that the Honda was in the Toyota Corolla but those are Japanese so it's a testament to us in a way but they're saying we're underpowered and it's curious looking because we zoom all over the place and he would look pretty good in it so we are going to take a look at that but the code is pretty poignant

Thor Freya

We looked at the code and it's pretty rancid and we need rancid it's against us and our people are saying why should we do that we have other vehicles and it's true too there's several other vehicles that would work sufficiently that function sufficiently and there's no ideas too to have him get into a new vehicle so one of the existing models that has our design stuff in it and we are thinking of that and the firebird is a little bit fast and he doesn't need a vehicle that does nothing he doesn't have any income and wouldn't be able to do anything and has no purpose for getting a coup it's a car that's not very useful even though if it groceries in it they still have to be car insurance for no reason there's nowhere to go there's no opportunity he would be making any money so he wouldn't be buying the car now there's a whole bunch of cars like that that work sufficiently that he could purchase and just throw away when when they stop but it doesn't have money to do that either so just wondering why he would get it and he can't figure it out look at it and said they can make it into a 2002 which doesn't make much of a difference it's still going to be 22 years old so we're wondering what they're up to it doesn't make much sense and the army can a Camaro that's new that looks a little like it but the body style is different it's the newer body style and the Corvette is not the same it'll be changing the whole thing and we don't see them having a reason to bring back Pontiac and our son says he does see a reason the reason is that the Pontiac plant might attract his race and there's a lot of mixed race people and they want to see if they know anything

Frank Castle hardcastle

I also saw that but I did see more and what they're looking for is people who would buy them and there's a lot of these guys that would and it's one of their main goals

Hera

And there's a lot of people laughing because he's saying like a pirate to a pirate and he's saying no and the guy goes snow and it says yeah no no means no he looks over again he says you mean no so he looks over to Gaspar and says if I say yes is it no and he says I don't know in this case... It's a lot of fun but really this is very important and yeah it's me Hera so we are talking about things on this channel and it is for everybody but we're thinking about it and there's something else to this car it's not only very fast but he designed a lot of the components to it and it is kind of a very very fast car for its time top speed is 180 to 185 back in the day those cars will go 140 maximum with big motors really big motors and they're wondering why it was lighter and and those more power and you knew about it and they tried to get him a job working at the car plant and they were trying to do it for a reason but these guys stood in the way and they should have it's not really right but there's other components to the car he designed it are intense and it's the slip in the rear and they want that out there so I'm wondering how he's going to get a car he has no money and the consortium thing is not going to work people don't pay anything so cheap

Hera

Well social security owes money and it's a lot of money and it's not enough money to live on but if I get some money if they got me like I don't know what the payout was someone saying four grand and 40 Grand and then about 70 it's a 70 point I would probably buy a car because these guys would be pissing their pants to try and get me to spend it into try and threaten that money down and threaten social security versus savings and it's like that

Zues

Producer you're saying in the several people won't do it John remillard is one of them

Hera

[stayathomesurveys]

178.

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? Yes :)

2. You talked to an ex today, correct? NOOOO.

3. Have you taken someones virginity? No.

4. Is trust a big issue for you? Yeah.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? No :(

6. What are you excited for? Nothing at the moment.

7. What happened tonight? It is 5:56 am... I'll just answer this for last night/this morning since I have been up all night. I ate dinner, watched a lot of Desperate Housewives, talked w/ Nik, looked for jobs, worked out, had yogurt, doing surveys :)

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? I don't really care. I don't really like when anyone gets really wasted unless I, too, am really wasted. I just don't like being around it!

9. Is confidence cute? It can be?

10. What is the last beverage you had? Diet Dr. Pepper.

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? I'm working on 1 :) which is a big step up from 0.

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Yeah, in storage.

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? Probably study.

14. What are you going to spend money on next? I need to buy some toiletries and other essentials so probably that.

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? NO.

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? Yes.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? No one.

18. The last time you felt broken? Hm.

19. Have you had sex today? GODDDD I WISH.

20. Are you starting to realize anything? Hm.

21. Are you in a good mood? Meh.

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? Yeah.

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? No.

24. What do you want right this second? MONEY.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? I don't even know. I probably would never talk to him again lmao.

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Kinda but no.

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? No...

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? Something on Twitter.

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? Yes :(

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? NO.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? Nooooo I love him sm.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? Yesssss :)

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? PLS I WISH. I used to not drink soda at all..... and then .... I got addicted :(

34. Listening to? Desperate Housewives.

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? No.

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? NOPE. I don't fucking care about that loser.

37. Do you believe in love at first sight? No.

38. Who did you last call? Nik.

39. Who was the last person you danced with? My ex, at his mom's wedding.

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Because I *had* to. He was my boyfriend at the time and I didn't want him to get mad at me for not wanting to kiss him lmao.

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? Hmmm.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? No.

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? Who hasn't?

44. Do you tan in the nude? No.

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? I mean, I would like to take back that entire relationship.

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? No. Until he fell asleep, yes. I don't sleep lmao.

47. Who was the last person to call you? Nik.

48. Do you sing in the shower? No.

49. Do you dance in the car? Yup.

50. Ever used a bow and arrow? I tried.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Idk.

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? Yeah but I like some.

53. Is Christmas stressful? Not really.

54. Ever eat a pierogi? Yes lmaooooo staple in my house.

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Not a big pie girlie unless it's those delicious ass pies from McDonald's lmao. Blueberry and cream for lifeeeee.

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Actress, singer, vet, doctor, fashion designer.

57. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes.

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Yes.

59. Take a vitamin daily? I need to.

60. Wear slippers? Mhmmm.

61. Wear a bath robe? Not lately.

62. What do you wear to bed? T shirt and shorts.

63. First concert? Jonas Brothers.

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Target.

65. Nike or Adidas? I like both :/ Nike, I guess.

66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos.

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Neither.

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? Oooooh idek.

69. Ever take dance lessons? No.

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? No.

71. Can you curl your tongue? Yup.

72. Ever won a spelling bee? Yes. Winning word was Mononucleosis.

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yessss.

74. What is your favorite book? Idek.

75. Do you study better with or without music? Without.

76. Regularly burn incense? No.

77. Ever been in love? Yes.

78. Who would you like to see in concert? TAYLOR SWIFT :( MORGAN WALLEN :(

79. What was the last concert you saw? Jingle Ball.

80. Hot tea or cold tea? Cold :)

81. Tea or coffee? Tea (sweet).

82. Favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip :) Chocolate chip WITH M&M :)

83. Can you swim well? No.

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Not anymore :/

85. Are you patient? Not really but I try.

86. DJ or band, at a wedding? Probably a DJ.

87. Ever won a contest? Yeah.

88. Ever have plastic surgery? Not yet. One day.

89. Which are better black or green olives? I don't really care for olives, but black I guess because those are the only ones I'll eat and only on pizza.

90. Opinions on sex before marriage? Don't really care.

91. Best room for a fireplace? Living room/family room.

92. Do you want to get married? YES.

#survey

[cyarsk52-20]

Black Twitter Assembles Like Avengers To Drag Keke Palmer’s Boyfriend

Xaviera BryantJuly 6, 2023

Twitter

Black Twitter assembled like the Avengers to drag Keke Palmer‘s boyfriend Darius Jacksonafter he tried to publicly shame her attire for the Usher show in Las Vegas.

Videos of Usher serenading Keke went viral on social media and her boyfriend, who uses the Twitter handle Darius Daulton, tweeted, “It’s the outfit tho..you a mom.”

Let’s get into the video and Keke Palmer’s outfit for the evening below. 

Usher serenades Keke Palmer 😍✨ pic.twitter.com/xbMFlXu7FF— RNB RADAR (@RNB_RADAR) July 5, 2023

After receiving criticism for publicly shaming Keke, Darius doubled down on his stance by tweeting: 

We live in a generation where a man of the family doesn’t want the wife & mother to his kids to showcase booty cheeks to please others & he gets told how much of a hater he is.

This is my family & my representation. I have standards & morals to what I believe.

I rest my case.

Darius Jackson has since deleted or deactivated his Twitter account.

But, not before Black Twitter dragged him like a Raggedy Andy doll up and down their timelines. 

Not only was Darius called out for his hypocrisy, but the internet sleuths also pulled his Twitter CarFax report and revealed he’s been problematic for quite some time.

Get into the tweets below. 

Things that black twitter have found out about Keke Palmers baby daddy, Darius in the past couple of hours: – liking slut shamed tweets – being a conservative – tweeting about DV/liked a JM post – tweeting about Alton Sterling – made a previous girl get a abortion (*ALLEGEDLY*)— 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚎 | 𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝙿𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝙶𝚢𝚊𝚕🐱 (@blissfullrenee) July 6, 2023

When Darius posted this it was all giggles and now that Usher was singing to Keke she suddenly needs to be a mom…be fr  pic.twitter.com/wSYcN6riT8— bri 💎 (@brivirgeaux) July 5, 2023

Darius Daulton just tried to humiliate Keke online so he’s not a protector. She makes more than him so he’s not a provider. And he had a child out of wedlock. She’s not his wife. The audacity of trying to scold her about traditional values when he meets none of the criteria.— Kiesha Preston (@KNicolePreston) July 6, 2023

Keke Palmer, when she get home after working all day coming home and reading these ridiculous tweets from Darius. #KeKePalmerpic.twitter.com/QRl4o2E4BO— Petty Pablo (@electricsoul123) July 6, 2023

Darius Daulton is a 🤡 for not speaking to KeKe privately about the matter. Dude just waved 222,000 🚩 . He literally publicly shamed his woman. Tho I'd say he's been problematic since 2016. 😬 😬 And then liking the following Tweet. 😬😬  Run KeKe. pic.twitter.com/WvFzmyUv5N— Thee Ωmega Blerd (@OmegaBlerd) July 6, 2023

I thought Keke Palmer’s boyfriend Darius Jackson (yes I had to Google his name) was poking fun at her “I’m a mother!” catchphrase. But, he’s serious and bothered enough to tell the world. This scream insecure, yet @dvulton was posted up in his underwear on IG, as a dad.. pic.twitter.com/k976BfnRxl— Jerome Trammel (she/her he/him) (@MrJeromeTrammel) July 6, 2023

Darius Daulton just shamed his child’s mother, Keke Palmer, publicly, only opening the door to allow other men and women to come and shame her. These the raggedy niggas y’all lay down with tho. Shout out to y’all men😒. pic.twitter.com/fug2Gpao7t— Rodney Tha Voice (@rodneythavoice) July 6, 2023

First Halle Bailey and DDG and now Keke Palmer and Darius. I am so sick of these loser men always embarrassing my sisters like this. They will crumble. pic.twitter.com/sorKzv5Tg5— yup | RWRB Movie (@brvttie) July 5, 2023

Black twitter to Darius right now: pic.twitter.com/ICxGnVQq29— Juicy Gentleman (@DariusAmore) July 6, 2023

this man took a private relationship matter with our Beloved Keke public & the Black Twitter Investigation Bureau aired out all his dirty laundry within HOURS🙇🏾‍♀️ pic.twitter.com/F0n4rH7jVa— Nicole Nichelle (@alamanecer) July 6, 2023

Black Twitter rising from near death to drag Keke’s BD for filth: pic.twitter.com/57zNiUMnUP— AbracaDebra (@BiblioShay) July 6, 2023

That man activated Black Twitter investigations and Christian Walker’s questionable-dad bat signal. Big mistake. Big. pic.twitter.com/yRFyrP6nf3— Chosen Demon (@DPMCanty) July 6, 2023

KeKe Palmer’s Baby Daddy should have sat and ate his food 😳 He’s getting Flame Broiled on these Black Twitter Streets 🥴 P.S. She’s a Mom who can wear what she wants ❤️ pic.twitter.com/1gvIRc8pnS— smileyval05 (@smileyval05) July 6, 2023

Black twitter cooking Keke Palmers baby daddy.  pic.twitter.com/21GMaaGvjR— Iris West-Allen (@model_type_bre) July 6, 2023

Black Twitter collectively coming together to drag Keke Palmer bd Darius pic.twitter.com/gg9cKTOivS— SaniLaRenaⓋ🇭🇹 (@Sanilotus) July 6, 2023

Black Twitter coming back just to drag Keke Palmers BD pic.twitter.com/cYk11Q3R02— 🐝 (@oncamera4k) July 6, 2023

Keke Palmers baby daddy Darius or watever deleting his social media becuz he tried to play her on the innanet and it backfired … pic.twitter.com/mESOWdrd1r— Cupcake🧁👸🏽♎️🇹🇹🥇👑🚑 (@PleasurePakz) July 6, 2023

Black Twitter right now at Keke Palmers BD pic.twitter.com/UHwwYlRl5A— Lovely Lady (@Lovely2009Lady) July 6, 2023

Black Twitter is UNDEFEATED 😂😂🤣 https://t.co/6ZVQHaahlO— Michelle_BYoung (@michelle_byoung) July 6, 2023

Black Twitter is still dragging Darius Jackson down their timelines.

Meanwhile…back at the ranch, Keke Palmer is dropping photo carousels from her good night in Vegas!

The caption on the post reads:

I wish I had taken more pictures but we were running late! I am telling y’all right now, if you haven’t seen @usher YOU MUST GO!! HE WAS SO FABULOUS!! Giving theater, Atlanta downnn, tips and tricks and just absolutely iconic. I was truly inspired as a performer. I whooped some ass in spades too! Where is that pic of us all together with the King himself?? @noraradd

See Keke’s original post below. 

Keke Palmer and Darius Jackson just welcomed their first child together, Leodis Andrellton Jackson, in February.

Keke Palmer & Darius Jackson Welcome Baby Boy Leodis Andrellton Jackson

Let me know your thoughts on Keke, Darius, and Black Twitter in the comments below or join the convo on our socials. (Facebook, Instagram)

Sent from my iPhone

#keke palmer

[bemystargirl]

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐁 — 01

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Vivian Perez, A hair dye fanatic , low rise jean lover and with dead lungs finds herself fucked up in Sean Diaz's drama. Now her, Sean and his little brother Daniel try to travel to Puerto Lobos.

warning; sexual references smoking violence swearing slight racism

 “See you tonight! Don’t be late, losers!” Lyla shout waiting for Vivian to finish giving everyone fist bumps before jumping off the bus, the black converse squishing the green grass under her feet as she runs after Sean and Lyla, a arm going round Lyla's shoulder.

“Are you two going or am I going to have to hang out with just one of you?” Lyla looked at them, Viv readjusts her forest green beanie, which horribly muted down her hot pink hair before speaking.

"Duh, I never miss a party." Vivian scoffed at Lyla's stupid question before Sean spoke up.

“I don’t even know if I wanna go tonight..” Sean shrugged making the two girls twist their head.

“Oh please. It’s gonna be fun! You hate every party.” Lyla whined at Sean, Viv nodded in agreement stuffing her hand left hand into the pocket of her Demin jeans.

“They’re all the same. Too many people, too fucking loud, everbody’s wasted.” Lyla and Vivian a little frustrated.

“You just described…a party!” Vivian chimed in, letting a small chuckle pass her cracked lips.

Sean ignores her sarcastic comments, rolling his eyes, his hands dig into his pants to check his phone. “It’s dad. Wants to know if I’m coming home after school. Jeez, I’m not a ten year old…” Viv looked at the ground.

“He just cares about you.” Lyla adds “You should be happy your dad’s looking out for you.”

The three of them continue to walk back together quietly, the air whistled passed her, brushing her brightly coloured hair, pinking her ear.

“So what should I wear tonight?” Viv looks at Sean, moving her arm away from Lyla as she responds

“A condom.”

Lyla chuckled as Sean scoffed

“Alright I’m in. Paying plenty of attention in Sex Ed class, I see…” Vivian jokingly punching his arm, making him push her softly, she laughed.

“Hey, lovebirds! Back from the loony bin?” Brett asked sitting on his porch, her smile dropped.

Lyla shouts back “Shut the fuck up, dickhead!” he flipped them off.

"Puta.." Viv mumbled under her breath, loud enough for Sean and Lyla to hear her making Sean nudge her with his elbow and Lyla snigger.

“Damn, your neighbor’s an asshole.” Lyla added making Viv's smile grow

“Yup. Always true to himself.” Sean nodded.

Lyla and Sean sat on the steps of his porch, Viv sat on the fence, her legs kicking the air in front of her occasionally grazing Sean's back.

“Man…We need to find a couch for your yard one day.” Lyla groaned, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

 “Oooh careful…Last time my dad almost busted me out here…” Sean's eyes grazed over the pack in her hands as Vivan blew raspberries.

"That's just 'cause you were alone, Your dad wouldnt bust us he loves us." Viv used her foot to nudge Lyla.

"So…you both want a hit or not?” She lifted up the open pack offering one, Vivian shrugged taking one as she shoved her hand down her jean pocket trying to dig out her lighter.

“Nah. Maybe at the party. Track stars aren’t supposed to smoke, ya know…” Sean shook his head 'no'

“Yeah, sure. I’ll remember this when you’re begging for a spliff tonight…” Lyla scoffed twisting in her seat to let Viv light her cig for her.

“Speaking of weed…I got that covered tonight. What else do we need? Eric said his parents don’t leave shit at the cabin so…we better make an official party list…”

She takes out a sharpie from her backpack, grabs Sean’s hand and started writing. Sean a little confused, filches away from her writing "Hey whoa, what the hell are you doing?"

Lyla tells him "Don’t move! You’re my human post-it note. First we need money for supplies…munchies…chips n’ dip…soda…et cetera…"

He says "This better wash off!" Viv scoffed tugging at his beanie

"Oh, shush.." Lyla ignores the banter and continues writing

 "And of course, we must not forget…ZE BOOZE!!!" Viv chuckled taking his slightly paler hand into hers as she reads the list.

"I can probably snag a six-pack from dad if he’s got enough. Hey, did you ever think of maybe…just…sending a text instead?” Sean looked up at Viv, her brown eyes moved from his hand to him as she smirked

"Try not to think about it." She winked taking the cigarette out of her lips to blow the smoke out "I can ask Carl to bring some vodka, his dad stashes it somewhere in his house."

"Hmmm…Oh right! Blankets. It’s gonna get chilly tonight!…Oh, one last thing! C…O…N…D…O…” Lyla smirked as Viv let out a loud laugh, choking on the small amount of smoke in her lungs.

Aargh stop! You’re out of room, punk!” Vivian once again pulled his hand closer to read her eyes drifting to the small drawing of a dick in the corner.

"Is this how you see a penis? Damn, you should try and actually see one for real.” Vivian says

“You don’t wanna go down that road, dude. My chances of scoring tonight are probably…ten times yours.” Vivian raised a brow making Lyla laugh.

 “These fucking planes, man…I wanna hate them, but…I’ll miss them so much if I move somewhere else. Shit changes so fast…I get so emo sometimes, wondering what’ll happen to us once we graduate. Will you both still be my BFFs? Will shit ever get better than 1452, Lame Avenue?” Vivian sighed listening to Lyla, letting go of Sean's hand she lifted her legs up fully to rest on the fence.

“Yeah, man. Friends forever.” Sean reassured her, Lyla wasn't convinced. “Yeah but…What happens if we go to different colleges? Or you two get sick of me? Whatever…”

"Dude, no way. There's a higher chance I get sick of Sean." Vivian shrugged as he turned around.

"Hey!" He slapped her shin making her giggled fighting his hands away.

“But for real, you heard of the Internet? No way distance can tear us apart. We’re freakin’ fighters!” Sean turned back to Lyla.

“Yeah, you’re right…Best freakin’ fighters forever…” Lyla stood up “OK, it’s getting way late and I gotta pick out my outfit for tonight, Viv, you coming?" Vivian shook her head

"Nah, I've got a few dresses somewhere in Sean's room." Vivian shrugged as Lyla winked dropping her cigarette to the floor, crushing it.

"Oh? Why are your dresses in his room?" She smirked, Viv scoffed letting her legs droop over again.

"Fuck you, Lyla." Vivian lifted up her middle finger, not noticing Sean's growing blush.

"Really? I thought we established Sean was the expert, ok, ok.. Skype later when you’re ready. Hugs!” Lyla hugged them

“Hello, Friday night…” Sean watches as Vivian pushes herself off the fence tossing her cigarette away.

Sean and Vivian heard laughter coming from the kitchen just as they walked inside His dad, Esteban says “Hey! Perfect timing! Just the person I wanted to see.”

Vivian smiled at him, setting her bag down beside Sean's.

"Nice change of hair, viv." Esteban watched her run a hand through her hair, her smile grew.

"Thanks, I got bored of the purple and orange." She shrugged, giving Daniel a high five.

“Did you see Lyla? She said we could go to the movies next week. She said…”

“Dude. Bug her, not me! You’re not exactly her type.” Sean groaned

“You’re lucky they put up with you…” Esteban says making Viv smile.

“Jeez, thanks pop. I feel really supported right now.” Sean raised his brows looking down at the floor.

“You’re welcome. And now we need an objective judge. That would be you!” “Really?” Sean asks. “Hey! No fair!” Daniel objects. “Shhhhh…Court is in session. Judge Diaz presiding over the case of the last Chock-O-Crisp.” Sean interrupts “We…we have to go…Uh…Get ready for a party and stuff.”

“Well if you want to attend a party and stuff…you have to earn it…your Honor.”

“Aww shit.” Sean grumbled, Vivian sitting on the kitchen counter waiting for him.

 “Hey, he swore!” Daniel tugged on Viv's long sleeved ribbed top, she smirked.

“Yes, I heard, tattletale. Please Judge Diaz. Be an example to the court and society. Then you can go chill or…or…whatever! Now…Who deserves to eat this final…Chock-O-Crisp? Your adorable little brother who eats about ten bags a week…” Esteban tried to convince his eldest son, Viv chuckled. “Or your poor suffering father…who slaves over a hot engine to provide his family with a home and a garage?”

"Or.. your great and wonderful best friend who has to listen and deal with your problems 24/7?" Vivian moved closer to Daniel as she smiled ignoring Daniels protests.

“Me! Me! Me!” He shouted resting a hand on Viv's shoulder to leverage himself up. “Come on Judge…” He whined the three of them waiting for his response.

“Daniel is guilty of being a brat! So the Chock-O-Crisp goes to…Señor Diaz!” Viv groaned as the chock-o-crisp was handed to Esteban.

 “What? No way! You’re a cheat!” Daniel grunted, Vivan nodded, her brows furrowed

"Yeah! No fair." She scoffed still grinning.

“Your Honor, I can’t let you punish an innocent man…So…” Esteban pushes the chock-o-crisp towards Daniel, Viv whooped with Joy for him.

“Yeah, I always knew you’d confess.” Sean shook his head, making Vivian laugh.

“Okay. Back to work. I hear an engine calling my name…And you better play nice together…Like you always do…” Esteban waved them off, Viv turned her attention back to Daniel.

“I have to go work in my room too.” Daniel looked at Viv hopefully "You want to come with, Viv?" He tilted his head as she smiled.

"Maybe in a little, dan. I still have to deal with your annoying brother." Vivian smirked as Sean groaned, shoving her slightly.

Just before Daniel walked away, he punched Sean lightly in the stomach, sending Viv into bursts of laughter.

“Yeah, don’t hurry back.” Sean groaned holding his stomach, looking over at the pink haired girl. "You encourage him, you know." He chuckled as she rolled her eyes.

"Do I?" She winked, pushing herself off the counter going to the kitchen to check what they could bring. "Go talk to your brother." Vivian waved him off smiling at his constant groans but listened going off to her brothers room. Whilst she texted Carl to bring 'ZE BOOZE'

“Yes, she wants to marry you.” Sean said in a teasing voice, Viv sighed.

“Shut up! And I don’t care if I can’t go…because…because…I have secret stuff to do…Alone!” Daniel sounded embarrassed

 Sean yells back “Of course you do.”

Daniel peaked out the door then shut it again.

"Your an asshole." Vivian scoffed, fake pouting, putting her phone into her pocket he shrugged. "Go get the blankets, I'll be in your room." Vivian pulled out the six-pack of beers crouching down in front of her backpack.

"Yes mother." He rolled his eyes as she let out a loud, sarcastic laugh.

Vivian sighs opening his bedroom door, she loved that room. The trophies, the posters, his work uniform hung up on his wardrobe, The skateboard, Viv gifted him a few years back, she tried her very best to teach him... he's just a shitty student.. Viv's fingers ran over his old sketch book. She crouched down to pull out the box of her party clothes under his desk, a large label messily written probably by Sean, guessing from the writing, was on it 'Viv's party shit' her father was either too busy working to realise she was out partying, or too over-protective to let her out, she kept most of her more revealing clothes at Lyla's or Sean's house to avoid getting the belt from her mother. She heard the door open a close behind her.

"si no es el pendejo hermano." Viv teased, not bothering to turn around to face him, he just scoffed slumping down on his bed.

"I thinking... Mini Demin skirt." Vivian begun, throwing her skirt over to Sean letting his land somewhere on his lap. "..black tank top." She threw her top at him. "and... matching pink bra." She winked throwing her matching playboy panty and bra, he blushed furiously as he caught her bra.

"Wha-? When did you even bring this here!" He groaned pushing her clothes into a pile on the end of his bed, her bright pink bra on top as she laughed.

"Nothin' you aint seen before, nena."

." She teased, jokingly groping her boobs before she pushed her box back under his desk. "I wore it to Chris' party a few months back, I was wasted so I crashed here."

“Must be Lyla...” Sean grunted pulling out his phone, Viv was resting her head on his lap, reading some book of his small shelf, she moved away as he sat up, moving to his laptop.

“Hola, lovebirds…Just give me a minute! Gee, where did I put the…Hold on! Okay, hi! Did you get everything on your hand-list?” Viv rolled her eyes from his bed at the stupid nickname Brett gave them.

“It’s all in our backpacks, yeah. Daddy hooked me up with some cash, so…we’re set for the night. In case we need anything else…” Sean shrugged leaning back in his seat.

"Or incase if you and Vivian need anything else…Ooh la la!” Lyla winked, Sean went silent, his ears turning pink.

"Shut up, Lyla." Viv laughed, raising her voice so Lyla could hear her, Lyla's eyes widened from the camera as she stared at Sean.

“Sean, Sean! I’m done, look! I made zombie blood! It’s…um…corn syrup and food coloring…Hey! Hi Lyla!” Daniel smiled, bursting through Sean's door wearing a zombie mask.

“Get out of my room, Daniel.” Sean sighed, Viv closed the book she was reading.

“I was just…” His enthusiasm left his body."

“Come on, man!” Sean ignored how upset he looked.

 “Just…” He continued looking down at the floor, Vivian frowned.

“Just bugging the shit out of me again after I told you to knock? Yeah, I know.” Daniel closed the door. Sean twisted round in his seat.

“Anyway…”  he continued rubbing his neck

"What the fuck, Sean?" Viv groaned, leaving his room to follow after Daniel.

“Sean, you’re an asshole! What’s your problem?” Lyle scolded him, he sighed. "Well done, Im sure Vivian wants to get with a total douchebag." Lyla rolled her eyes.

"But…" he looked over at the brownish green box under his bed decorated with stickers, Viv's box.

"I want to see his zombie blood if you don’t…" Lyla cut him off.

 “Sorry, sorry…I’ll make it up to him…He knows I can be a dick…I’m just stressed out about tonight…” He spoke up looking back up at Lyla "And we both already knew she wasn't going to get with me."

Lyla smiled. “Oh please…we are gonna have so much fun! Maybe tonight’s the night…" She winked at him "I saw the way she blushed when you pushed her and shit."

"Im pretty sure thats just cause its freezing outside." He corrected her as she 'psssh'-ed him.  “Okay…So when are you coming over?”

Lyla says “I just have to hit up the Momster for the car keys and…hope she doesn’t make me lie too much about the party…I’m already in trouble from last time…”

“I didn’t mean to! Stop! Don’t touch it! It’s for Halloween! Leave me alone! I’ll call my dad!” Daniel shouted from outside the window, Viv pushed him behind her as she defended him.

"It was a fucking accident, give it a break Brett!" Viv yelled back, A hand on Dan's shoulder keeping him back.

"I wasn't talking to you, Slut." Brett growled, trying to push her away, she slapped his arm away.

 “Hold on, okay? Something’s going on outside…” Sean's brows furrowed as he stood up from his seat.

“What do you mean? Hey!” Lyla asked as Sean went outside.

Brett was holding onto Vivian's arm as he shouted at the both of them, Viv moved her hand from Daniel to Brett attempting to push him back, her hand balled up his shirt as she kept pushing him away.

 “What’s the big deal? It’s Halloween!” Daniel shouted from behind Viv.

 “Hey! Don’t ever touch her!” Sean pushed him off Vivian, She sighed letting him go before going to check on Daniel. “You hear me, Brett?”

“Fuck you, Diaz! He got his fake blood shit all over my shirt…Look!” He pointed to the mess, Viv and Dan accidently created.

"Get over it, douche, it was an accident!" Vivian scoffed from where she stood.

"You shut up, fuckin' whore!" He tried to grab her again, but Sean stopped him.

“I told you it was an accident! You better leave us alone!” Daniel yelled.

 “Oh yeah, go hide in your dad’s garage! Pussies! You think you own the block!” Brett snapped at them, Viv rolled her eyes.

“Dude, step back! He didn’t mean it, he’s a fucking kid!” Vivian shouted at him.

"Your just as bad, Perez. You might as well be a fucking tramp, 'puta' " He grunted, mocking her accent.

"The fuck did you just say to me?" Vivian took a step closer, moving away from Daniel, Sean stood in the way of them.

 “You heard me, bitch…” Brett scoffed, Viv's brows furrowed with frustration.

“Don’t ever touch her again!” Sean warned, pushing Vivian away.

“Or what? You gonna get your daddy?” Brett laughed, a smirk on his lips.

 “Hey asshole! I don’t need him, to protect me from you!” Sean tells him, Brett lets out a snigger, before shoving him.

“Oh? You wanna go?!” He shouted back at him before he shoved him back.

"Sean!" Vivian yelled, looking back to Daniel for a second.

 “Oh yeah, motherfucker?!” Brett crossed the line “Then go back to your own country.”

Sean punched him, Brett let out a cough before he tackled Sean to the ground.

"Sean!" Viv yelled, linking hands with Daniels, she tried to pull him away, he didn't move, sirens flash by as the car stopped.

“Okay…okay, step away! Now!” The officer spoke, Vivian lifted up her hands, letting Daniels go, Brett lay on the ground gasping for air, slight blood splattered on his face, his hands going to his stomach.

 “Calm down, officer.” Sean's hands shook slightly

“Shut up! And step back!” The three of us back away from Brett. The officer pulls out his gun and points it at us. He commands “On the ground, Now!” Sean says

“Hey, wait…This guy was…beating up my little brother!”

"Sir, he was!" Vivian added, fear struck on her face.

"He started it!" Daniel looked like Viv, fearful.

"On the ground, Now!" The officer yelled at them, Vivian whimpered.

"Sean-!" Daniel cried out as they got onto the ground.

“This is fucking bullshit!” Sean added looking at the officer as he checked Brett.

"Mierda, mierda santa…" Vivian mumbled under her breath staring at the grass under her knees.

The officer moved the gun to Esteban, Their heads twisted round to look at him.

“Sean, what’s happening?” Esteban asked, Sean's mouth opened to speak but no words came out.

“Get on the ground, sir!” The officer shouted at him, gun still in his hands.

“Dad! We didn’t do anything, I swear…” Sean finally spoke up, all Viv could do was nod in agreement.

“Sean, be quiet…Officer, listen…” Esteban spoke calmly, the officer continued to shout.

“Shut up!” He screamed at him, Daniel and Vivian flinched at his words.

“I’m sorry, dad!” Daniel cried again Vivian went to comfort him, her hands still in the air.

“Be quiet! They’re good kids, officer.” Esteban looked at the four them on the floor and back at the officer.

“Don’t move!”

“We didn’t do anything…!” Vivian yelped from the floor.

 “Daniel, it’s gonna be alright.” Esteban tried to comfort him as the officer swung the gun between them.

The sharp ringing, continued to deafen Vivian, Her hands going to her ears as the bullet shot out, Her eyes went to Esteban on the floor.

"Shit-" The officer spoke out, lowering his gun.

A large rumble started again, Viv woke up on her back. The officer was dead on the road, Sean was sobbing over Esteban's body, blood gushing out of the wound in his chest. "Oh fuck!" Sean yelled, The police car was flipped over, the fire hydrants were leaking, everything around them was a mess.

"Sean-" Vivian coughed out her hands resting on his shoulders, her eyes going to the unconscious Daniel on the gras.

"Sean, we have to go!" Viv pulled him away from Esteban, Vivian sighed as she went inside, shoving her clothes and the beers into her bag, she returned to Sean still sobbing with his unconscious brother in his arms.

puta , prostitute

si no es el pendejo hermano , if it isn't the asshole brother

nena , babe

Mierda mierda santa , holy shit holy shit