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restinslices · 3 months

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We going fluffy for a lil? YAY! Can I request EarthRealm guys being dads for the first time?

This is longer than what the Earthrealm guys typically get. Usually they all get around 200 words because writing for them takes longer because it’s 5, but this was so cute I got carried away and they all got around 400-500 words😀

Johnny Cage

A mini Cage? Are you serious?

Can I be honest with y'all? I think this kid would be an accident

Because of that he'd be nervous. Johnny has a huge ego but he also has huge debt and a dwindling career so he'd be worried about how he'd even take care of this child

He'd work extremely hard to get more money. He'd even sell his house to get a smaller one that's more affordable (that's how you know he's serious)

He covers his nervousness with humor. This is a whole human he's gonna be raising now

The closer the delivery date gets, the more nervous he gets. His partner moves a little weird and he's “IT'S COMING!”

Calm down Johnny. Damn.

The entire delivery he's jumpy as fuck. He didn't realize how long it'd take and his nerves are through the roof

Does Johnny have a huge ego? Yes. Is he an asshole? Yes. Does he make everything a joke? Yes. But this is different. There's a human that's relying on him to survive

Everytime he looks at the baby he's like “oh shit, I got a baby”

Baby accidents actually make him cringe. His baby vomits on him and he has to physically stop himself from throwing it

Johnny as a girl dad? Omg.

That's his little princess. Any money he makes goes to her. She has so many unnecessary toys and he dresses her like an actual princess

The baby got its own room from jump

He'll never be against a tea party or a makeover

During those makeovers he's giving pointers. “Don't use that color, it'll clash with my hair” type of shit

Be prepared. No matter how hard you try, this kid is becoming a mini Johnny

He tries to be really active in her life when he's not acting

Has debated on retiring but you need money so that's not happening

You'd think he'd want his kid to become an actor but he knows that shit is not safe so absolutely not

He makes little films with her though. Really cute shit he'll rewatch when she's older

Time to him goes by so fast. He feels like he blinked and suddenly she was 18

He's the dad that gets emotional at her graduation. Straight sobbing as she walks the stage

“I'm a cool dad” *puts on shades*

Ok Johnny

His ability to not take shit serious doesn’t entirely disappear. He’s the parent the child wants the principal to call when in trouble

Little fashion shows? Absolutely

His kid is so spoiled, it's ridiculous. Even if he didn't want a child, he loves them with every part of him

Kenshi Takahashi

Another accident baby-

He's trying to fix this whole clan situation so a baby is not something he was thinking of

So when he's told he's gonna have a baby his heart stops for a quick second

Being terrified is a normal reaction and trust me, he's terrified

He doesn't know how to be a dad at all and videos aren't helping

I know I mention this whole on the run from the Yakuza thing a lot but that's a big ass problem. How do you have a baby when mfs are gunning for you?

Why does he agree to keep it? I ain't think that far but anywho, it's too late now. Too far along-

He tries to prepare himself by looking up videos and reading books. He wants to be an amazing dad for his baby

We don't know how his parents were but I'm assuming his childhood wasn't the best

He promised himself that he's gonna care for this baby and give it a fantastic childhood

Idk how his vision works now tbh. I'm assuming he can always see so I'm guessing that's not a problem

Once the baby is here he's all over it. You'd think he gave birth with how much he's playing with it

I wanna make all of them girl dads tbh and I'm the one writing this soooooo that's what imma do-

Kenshi is making sure everyone is comfortable. His partner and the baby. He's gonna help anyway he can

Having a tiny human depend on him is definitely a wild concept to him

He wants to teach his daughter how to fight but he doesn't want to make her a monster if that makes sense

He wants to make sure she never uses her skills to harm others for no reason and because of that, any school reports about violence is taken seriously

Let that school call him and he's asking 20 questions tryna see who the aggressor was. If his daughter was being harassed and she defended herself then as long as someone wasn't seriously hurt then it's ok. If his daughter was the aggressor? Oh nah

Kenshi is not afraid to lecture and discipline (I don't mean whooping. Whether or not you think any of them would is up to you. I'm not getting into that. Be free) his daughter

His kid is never walking all over him. He don't let them slide with shit

He's harsh but it's in a loving way. He's not on her ass for no reason. He wants her to conduct herself well and to be a good person and better than the people he's been surrounded by. He carries this out by being a bit more harsh and strict than he needs to be

That teenage rebellion phase is gonna kick his ass. Omg

He's strict but I don't think he'd be unsafe for his daughter to go to, yk? His daughter knows she can go to him if she needs anything

If she felt like she couldn't tell him something, his poor little heart would break

I don't think he'd ever take his bandana off around them. Idk how the healing would work but I could imagine it'd still look brutal

So protective of her. Let someone move towards her a little quick, he's on his feet before he even realizes it

He doubts his parenting at time and how safe he can keep her but he's doing a really solid job

Kung Lao

Idk whether or not his baby would be an accident or not

Either way, Kung Lao has a huge ego and he'd assume it can't be that bad

He definitely can figure all this out as he goes along. It'll be easy. Nothing to worry about

He wishes he could go back in time and smack himself for being so stupid

At first it's fine, then he remembers he has to consistently deal with a baby and he's like “I may have miscalculated”

Why do babies shit so much? They're so small.

Terrible Twos have him stressed

When the baby's teething he slowly starts to lose his grasp on reality. All the yelling drives him nuts but he's locked in now

He tries to use his baby as a challenge to keep him motivated but honestly babe, you're never winning that challenge. Babies are unpredictable

He has to learn that. Babies are a learning experience and you can't try to use them as some great challenge. Just relax and take things one at a time

He also teaches his baby how to fight

Makes them a mini hat but puts something non sharp on the edges, like crayons or something

Some may think “oh a daughter! She has to be feminine and sweet and blahblahblah!”

Nah, that's now how it works with him

His daughter is learning some Leon Kennedy moves

After what he's been through he's definitely teaching them how to fight because conflict will always happen. You're never catching his daughter slipping

The dad that asks “did you win?” if his child gets in trouble for fighting at school

Let's his child watch scary movies

He's never doing that bullshit again. She was up all night and he's never regretted anything more

The type to “randomly” decide to sharpen his hat when his daughter brings a boy over

“What are you doing dad?” “I'm sharpening my sharp hat that's sharp enough to cut through humans… because it's so sharp”

Puts “The Great” in front of her name whenever describing her

His daughter probably has a huge ego also. This dude does not teach her to be humble and compliments her when she does anything

You think a mini Johnny is bad? Mini Kung Lao gives them a run for their money.

Raiden

I feel like Raiden would have kids when he's older. Idk why but I think he'd be way more careful than everyone else

So when he hears he's having a baby, he's both nervous and excited

He's on it. Decorating the nursery, reading books, looking at websites, he's on it all.

He wants to be prepared so he doesn't mess up

Messing up is inevitable but don't tell him that

Once the baby is here, he's super happy. The room is already decorated and he's so glad they can lay in there

Super affectionate towards his baby. Constantly kissing her head and playing with her

If any of the other Earthrealm men have a baby, he insists on playdates

Even if they don't, he plays with his daughter enough

The type to actually make his voice higher when playing with dolls

Gives his kid cute nicknames that they'll undoubtedly get embarrassed by when they're older

Are we surprised he also teaches his daughter to fight? No.

He was minding his business and was told he had to help protect Earthrealm. His kid gotta know how to scrap

He keeps a good balance of combat and normal childhood so it's fine

He does little lightning shows for his kid. Is it irresponsible? A little. Is Liu Kang gonna take it back though? No.

Raises a daughter similar to him; soft spoken and sweet but is willing to throw down when necessary

He's the parent that genuinely hears his kid out when they get in trouble

Since this is his first kid he's new to all of this so making mistakes is something that'll happen. Good thing about Raiden tho is that he's willing to apologize when family conflict happens

He takes so many pictures, it's ridiculous

Takes pictures the entire first week of school and is spamming Kung Lao with them

He's really invested in child drama ngl. A kid threw a book at another kid? Tell him more so he can gossip with Kung Lao

Discipline is difficult for him because he honestly doesn't know what to do. He's worried he's being too harsh and doesn't wanna push his kid away. It's common knowledge that they'll grow up, move away and he won't see her as much so he doesn't want to push them away and lose them earlier than necessary

Kids need some sort of discipline though so he gotta figure it out

When his daughter no longer needs him to check the closet for monsters, his heart might shatter a little bit ngl

He's taking it one step at a time and honestly? He's doing really good

Liu Kang

Probably didn't even know he could have kids

He just assumed a keeper of time was outta the game so wdym a baby is on the way?

Liu Kang has watched humans evolve so he's watched plenty of parents raise their babies so he has a lot of references

He's not as nervous as everyone else. Like I said before, he has plenty of references of what to and what not to do so he's pretty confident in his abilities

He's only nervous about the threats they'll face once they're alive. Man is used to fighting for his life

Decorates the nursery and child proofs the entire house

Makes sure his partner is incredibly comfortable. He wants them completely relaxed

He packs the bag for when the delivery happens, he doesn't leave the room unless necessary, he's really supportive.

Once the baby is here he's lowkey hogging the baby

Thinks his partner should be relaxing after so the baby is always in his arms

This baby to him is the most precious thing he's ever seen. Having a family is something he really wants so he's on cloud 9

Watching over his kid to see if they get any powers like him, which is likely

Liu Kang has a good balance between discipline and softness. He's not super strict but he doesn't just let them get away with anything

Imma sound like a broken record but his daughter is scraping. This is Liu Kang we're talking about

His daughter is gonna become Gamora-

Fighting skills will be impeccable. Say excuse me if you bump into her or she's going 2 back flips, lighting her body on fire and blowing the area up

He wants to spend so much time with his daughter. He knows how fast time flies. He's seen humans not appreciate each other and that's not happening with him. His daughter will know she's loved

He has references like I said earlier but that doesn't mean it's the easiest to do. He tries his hardest though and is probably the most patient

He's more excited for the firsts than they are. This is not your first day of school Liu Kang, why are you so geeked?

Tons of photos of his baby

Other dads can be really stressed when it comes to their kid growing up but I think he's more accepting of it. Is it sad seeing his baby grow up? Yes. He's used to the idea of aging though. Also his kid is immortal like him so he's comforted by the idea of them never growing older than him

Liu Kang is a parent that is 100% ok with admitting when he's wrong. There's no toxic shit with him. If he fucked up, he fucked up.

Probably has the most or one of the most humble kids

Very affectionate

Probably wants more kids

10/10 dad and imma stand on it

“Forgive me Kenshi. I misspoke.” Liar.

I always ramble at the end of these so here I go: y’all I am out of dry dog food and I’m broke so I can’t pay my sister to get food from her job so I’ve been feeding my dog wet food, right. It is 3am, so naturally we’re not on a walk rn. Why did she drop the most devastating shit? I actually wanna walk into traffic. I did not know it could be audible. She didn’t even eat anything before she did it. Donate to $JMentallyUnstable for my cause😔 (I’m joking but not about my suffering. She’s small. HOW is a felony coming outta you bro?) (If I find a tall building-)

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houseofbrat · 1 month

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I've seen you mention a few times that William will be a failure as king.

Do you think it's mainly because of his ego? I've been watching him for a while. I adore Catherine for various reasons but never really cared that much for him as he seems arrogant and egotistical. Similar to his brother in many ways, but willing to stand by the Crown.

I'm not wholly impressed by earthshot for various reasons, and I'm definitely not impressed with his new pledge to end homelessness. Jumping the gun, making promises that in my opinion, are impossible to keep. Is this saviour mentality why he will unsuccessful?

I'm firmly in the " do the job you have (bread and butter engagements) don't try to be King of the World and make "meaningful impact" - these words smack of egotism to me. Did we ever see the late Queen using words like that? Absolutely not. Just quietly doing her duty and making uniting the country she loved.

Thanks for your thoughts.

(this ask is from 27 June 2023)

I think it'll end up being for a variety of reasons.

First, let's consider this quote about Diana from Kitty Kelley's 1997 book, The Royals, page 457:

Diana publicly reinforced her image as the mother of a future King by talking to Richard Kay about her firstborn son. She bragged that at thirteen he was "taller than his father…and so very different." She belittled Charles by building up William: the son is "decisive"; the son has "sense and sensibility"; the son takes "people for what they are, not who they are." The son is handsome, "not burdened" with stick-out ears. "Tell him he's good looking," wrote Richard Kay after visiting with Diana, "and Wills says he can't be because that would make him vain."

Again, that quote is from 1997. The "positive" image that so many Will & Kate Cultists and Charles-hating Diana stans have is straight from Diana's pr games thirty years ago. Most of the perception of William going to be a "great" king comes straight from the drivel Diana connived to get published in the UK tabs in her hate campaign against Charles.

Yes, William certainly is arrogant and egotistical. Notice how he never bows to The King in public, except during the actual coronation ceremony last year. You see Kate curtseying to The King and Queen in public, but not William. He is petulant, just like his brother. (And sorry Wales stans but keep showing your lack of age when you don't realize that Charles bowed to his parents in public all the time until the last seven to ten years, when he started being treated as a pseudo king because he had been heir-to-the-throne for so damn long.)

Consider now that William has completed more than a year of time as the heir to the throne. Yet, in 2023, he could barely best The Duke of Gloucester in engagement numbers. The Duke of Gloucester is older than King Charles and currently 32nd in the line of succession.

William is hardly more prepared now for being the monarch than he was a year ago. (He has less than eight years to become prepared.) It is plainly obvious to me--and probably a few other people--that he is straight-up avoiding increasing his workload. He is not going to be prepared to be monarch. He has not done enough diplomatic tours. He has not done enough engagements for causes that are not "close" to his heart.

Basically, when it gets down to it, he is setting himself up for failure because he refuses to prepare for the job. When he suddenly becomes king sooner than he would like, he won't be prepared. With his stubborn nature, he's unlikely to seek guidance from anyone within the royal family because he believes himself to be their superior in all things. He inherited his mother's ego and her ability to create her own misfortunes. Serious misfortunes.

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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What If I called Riddler Babygirl ?

Babygirl Riddler

Riddler Headcanons ok but what if you did and what if they liked it because they are all very babygirl coded u-u 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: it's suggestive duh

arkham

huh, does that really suit him? i suppose if it means you're going to fuss over him and be over-enthusiastic about everything he does then he could get used to it. you are not allowed, however, to pinch his cheeks or tell him he's cute. he's not cute, he's dangerous, intelligent, tough. maybe at a push you could call him pretty. either way, you can call him your anything as long as you keep listening to him drone on about how great he is

young justice

yep. babygirl for sure. he is literally the sweetest little thing. you know it and he knows it. just makes sense for that to be his nickname. and he'll gladly live up to it. you want a simpering little bean to watch you with big, wet eyes, who hangs on your every word and who literally whines in desperation for you, you got it. all wrapped up in a little green bow

twojar

sure thing. hey, whatever comes out in the heat of the moment he's willing to roll with it. i doubt he'd be above dressing up very cute for you. lingerie, heels even, pretty lipstick? he might even be very into that. plus, he feels that servitude is owed to him. he should be waited on and cared for and fussed over, so babygirl-ify him all you want

dano

look you made him blush! he's definitely not going to turn down a nickname, especially one that you say with such joy in your voice. he likes being cute, just a little guy, having his hair tousled as he's doing his stream or planning his silly revenge crimes. nothing makes him happier than being someone's something. the sense of belonging is everything to him

capullo

no no no you're his babygirl. he's not anyone's anything, he's the riddler. he's the biggest, baddest, meanest, coolest, smartest, prettiest ever and no one better call him baby anything. but if you wanted to call him daddy, or boss, or sir, or master, or the riddler, or mr. nygma then go right ahead. nothing like a good stroke of his ego, or a stroke of any other appendages as you see fit

telltale

he is a grown man, but sure. if you want to call him babygirl, go for it. he's beyond arguing over things like this. anything to make his life easier and less stressful. and if it shuts you up and keeps you placated, all the better. hell he'd even stick a bow on his head and put on a cute skirt if it'll keep you out of his hair. it was a figure of speech! are you really into that?

gotham

roger dodger, he will take the nickname and run with it. look at that dumb little smile. he's not walking around looking that soft and that silly and not being someone's babygirl. it was just a matter of time before someone snapped him up. now quick, make him some tea and pet him on the head, maybe even pinch his little cheeks too just for good measure

unburied

damn straight he is, and you better start treating him like it. he should be revered, worshipped like the adorable little god he is. pandered to, catered to, and on the receiving end of a blow job whenever he snaps his fingers. don't look at him like that, he's just a little guy, total babygirl material, look at him batting his eyelashes you can't stay mad at him

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the-firebird69 · 1 month

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Rihanna - Bitch Better Have My Money (Explicit)

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A lot of people are very angry at the trumpsters because he keep falling for the max want and then he keep ratting on them and right on schedule for what they're doing it doesn't do anything it's too late but if it was cork and the others they would just sit there and not ever say anything no that's not true it's the other way around the pseudo empire sat on them too it's pretty much just the same illness and the guy is a problem with it and he is an imbecile and he shouldn't I don't think he understands the formula you don't have Dave's computer you don't have any computer I didn't even know where it was and you need to stop that yeah he directed you to a different one good for you it works for him and didn't work for you and it worked for us so this is going to happen to you too winners you keep going after your own and having them fight each other and the empire ends up getting freed we can't have it anymore you suck so bad at it I tell you what we're going to hit you for what you're doing piece of s*** I told you to give the f*** out of here and you won't and now you're going to get it

Thor Freya

Would you see the attitude of our friends and he wants to strangle that b**** she's so damn stupid she keeps making huge mistakes with everybody I can't figure out why you think they have this mega AI they're nuts they're going to be straightened out all day and all night until they stop yapping completely and they're gone I don't know what the hell it is they have a normal body so close to their head and they're stupid sounds like a race track is a big straight away and they just keep on going the same speed right off the speedway it's kind of what it's like you need to stop can you figure it out pretty soon all those ships up there will be gone except the empire engage them the small Force cannot engage them even though they have mega weapons you're not very bright okay that's what it is. Hey man you have a huge ego for someone to just does not do anything we're going to close it on you you piece of s*** you keep on doing that to him over and over and he brushes you off like you're nothing himself I just saying s*** to you you idiot you should get killed or slain for that alone

Rhianna

I have to tell you something this is real and they're going to go after you and you don't care it's cuz you're stupid it's your own kids in Rihanna and they want their money back and you're a thief and you keep on doing this to everyone and they need it out West you don't give it to him they're going to come take it and we are too we're tired of your stupid f****** attitude and you dumb face your asinine characters it'll pull you out of the banks all over the world tons of you are dying and you can't figure it out

Mac daddy

Every second you're here and we hear everybody saying it all over the place in Charlotte county Florida United States of the world everywhere they're saying every second that a****** is next door and won't leave we're going after his stuff and they are

Daniel

Olympus

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yeetusdabussy · 2 years

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Rough sex with the DMC Boys let's go!!!

(ó﹏ò｡)my heart can only take so much

( ͒ ́ඉ .̫ ඉ ̀ ͒)Minors DNI

Dante

(∩´﹏` )rough sex with Dante will leave you in shambles... Wtf were you thinking? Did you think it'll give you a ego boost to have these types of balls? Yeah nah. He's gonna put you in your place without trying.

(∩´﹏` )he's broken the headboard before...it was a wild rough night, him hovered above you, your knees against your chest, you scratching his back while he pushes your legs down by your back ankles. Sweat coating both of y'all body. Great time right? Yeah ofc... Not until it got too much for Dante and he grabs the headboard quite tightly. Just when you both were gonna reach climax, you both heard a loud crack and saw the headboard spilt down the middle. Don't worry he fixed it.

(∩´﹏` ) He has a habit of putting you in the mating press every time! He can't help it that you feel so good in this position. But man does your cries turn him on!

( ͒ ́ඉ .̫ ඉ ̀ ͒) the sweet praising and encouragement he gives you through It all! Like calm down!! Shiit! He treats it like a workout.

( ͒ ́ඉ .̫ ඉ ̀ ͒)The things he says will drive you nuts. And he knows it, he loves pleasure torturing you. Pleasure torture? Oof.

"That's it, cum all over daddy's cock ~ " The way he whispered into your ear while aggressively fucking into your deepest parts. The pounding his tip is giving you with each thrusts has you screaming and sobbing in pleasure. "Fuck, right there Dante!." He can't help but chuckle at you. "Yeah? Right there?~" the way he huskily said that made you clench around him. "Shit- s'tight for me ~" the sounds of skin clapping echoes off the walls within your shared bedroom. "G'cum! M'gonna cum!" You wailed and scratched his arms. Your head tossing back before all the mind blowing pleasure sets a fire deep within your abdomen, you came all over his cock/yourself.

Vergil

(„Ծ‸Ծ„ )Fucking bully! He's a damn bully! And he doesn't care either.... Especially if you're crying on his cock. He just mocks or teases your sweet cries, they're music to his ears don't get him wrong. It just sounds better when you're gagging around his fingers.

(„Ծ‸Ծ„ )Makes you do all the work just so he can hear you beg for him to take over. The way your legs give out whenever its a position that has you doing the work. Its a ego boost watching you struggle on his cock. What can I say, man's know what he wants. And what he wants, he gets.

(„Ծ‸Ծ„ )has a habit of grabbing your neck from behind in doggy, or straight up pushing your head into the pillows. He has no Shame in the bedroom of what he does to you lol. Especially the marks he leaves on you to let others know you're taken.

(｡•᎔•｡) he praises and degrades you, no picking or choosing. He does both, case closed! He knows his voice alone makes your knees weak. Ever been fucked roughly while your lover kisses you so tenderly against the middle of your back to give you the ounce of reassurance that they love you.

(｡•᎔•｡) He loves reverse cowgirl, he knows you struggle to take him but that don't matter to him, watching you struggle is part of the enjoyment, he knows once he takes over, he'll have you cumming in no time.

(｡•᎔•｡)he loves having you on your knees, this man stresses a lot. So a quicke bj is something he loves to get through the day at least once! He won't force you, but he knows you won't deny him when he asks for one.

You had your arms wrapped around his neck, bouncing in his lap, your fingers dug into his shoulders and upper back. Leaving claw marks on his already fast healing body. The marks fade slowly but Vergil didn't care, no that's not what he's getting more hard about. Its the way your legs are starting to shake and give out, your groans of frustration and annoyance."Vergil! Please I can't, s'too much." The way you almost sob in his lap clinging onto him as you sniffle into his neck. " I'm sure you have it in you to continue little vixen." He whispers into your ear and chuckles. As he felt you come to a complete halt and shake in his hold. "Oh Vergil, please! S'too much, n'cum now." You babbled out. He couldn't help but obey your cute little cries, you worked hard enough. It didn't take him long to grab your ass and forcefully bounce on his cock, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. " don't worry, I will take good care of you~…"

Nero

૮꒰ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ꒱ა He's such a service Dom when he's in a rough mood. He wants to do all he can while pleasuring you but he also wants you a crying mess from the overstimulation. There is something about begging him to give you a break rather than begging him for more. Nah he rather push you over the edge multiple times.

૮꒰ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ꒱ა He loves to eat you out/suck you off whenever he gets the chance to. He will do it in the kitchen if he wanted to but um the problem isn't getting caught,nah.. The problem is him not stopping when you already came and then got caught for being too loud. Its embarrassing!

૮꒰ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ꒱ა He loves positions that keep him close to you, he needs that skin to skin contact. It loves knowing you're close to him,clinging and scratching onto him for deal life as his length pushes deep within you but his width was stretching you out completely.

(٥° ֊ °) But don't think he won't leave marks and small bruising on you, you'll be mistaken if he didn't. He can be a little too rough in the moment. He doesn't mean to I promise! He will always tend to them afterwards anyways.

(٥° ֊ °)Sometimes he will pull your hair to pull you back against his body, its just in the moment and he doesn't pull too hard either! Just enough to make you know who's fucking you at the moment.

(٥° ֊ °)Don't wear any of his clothes if you aren't trying to go to pound town.

The sound of soft wails and whimpers filled the small bedroom, soft sighs and grunts could be heard as well "fu- fuck, one more baby, just one more and I'll stop, feel s'fucking good around me baby." His hips continue to snap into your yours, balls pressed firmly against your ass as he grips your thighs, having your legs over his shoulders. This had to be at least the third time you've came, he hasn't let up yet! Even when his hips stutter close to a orgasm, he fucking edges himself and stops, he only wants you to cum before he cums. He needs to make sure you're fully satisfied. "Can't! hurts s'good! Please slow down!" You gripped the sheets, your head tossed back into the pillow. Your eyes rolled back with each thrust of his cock, the squelching sound filling his ears."

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wheredostarsgowhenyoudie · 3 years

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Jason (scoffs): So what, we're all swearing to be single forever, is that it?

Tim (massages his forehead when Dick snatches his coffee): Not like it'd change anything. I'm alright as long as I have endless supplies of my favorite brew.

Tim (snatches the tumbler back and glares at Dick): Go make your own!

Dick (chuckles): Gotta admit. That's better than the last one. At least, it actually tastes like coffee with a hint of peppermint instead of death by caffeine overdose.

Damian (huffs): Whatever. I don't even know why I'm wasting my time with you guys.

Dick: Aww, baby bird! You love us!!!

Tim: Speak for yourself, Dick, I'm with Damian on this! I have better things to do in my office. So Jason if you could please, for the love of everything, get those damn keys and uncuff us so I could be on my merry way to productivity and beyond.

Jason (deadpans): Think I don't want that? I just can't, okay? Obligatory bonding time. Alfred's orders. Pretty sure these things are made of alien material since I can't even free myself.

Tim: (groans and is about to take another sip from his tumbler only to see it gone in a blur of red and black)

Bat brothers: (blink repeatedly)

Jason: What was that? A new meta?

**Police sirens getting closer**

In a nearby building...

Ladybug: (expertly pockets her yo-yo as she lands on a rooftop)

Ladybug (finishes the stolen beverage in one gulp and wipes her mouth): Hmm, that was SO good!!! Gotta hand it to Hawkmoth. Of all places to spread his feathers and just when I'm on vacation, he just gotta pick Gotham. Ughh, but now I'm gonna be late! Uncle Jagged's going to tease me again! And Adrien, ughh, the cat will murder me for not getting him out of Chloe's grasp, oh no!

Ladybug: Tikki, spots off!!

Bruce: My apologies, Mr. Stone. I'd say my sons have better time management than this but I'd hate to lie to an old friend.

Jagged: (laughs carefreely)

Jagged: Not a problem, Bruce. Besides, puppet's also taking her time. A very sweet soul, that girl. She's probably out helping another fashion crisis or two.

Bruce: (nods along while flipping over documents to sign)

Bruce: So, this niece of yours, what did you say her name is again?

Jagged: (perks up as he swirls the wine)

Jagged: Marinette. Marinette Dupein-Cheng, but the media better know her as MDC. Knew since our first meeting that she'd be taking on the world by storm in no time.

Bruce (looks amused): You sound like a proud father.

Jagged (groans): Ugh, don't remind me. I almost was, except she turned down Luka. Mutual decision that they're better of as friends.

Bruce: Ah. A pity then. And how is Luka these days?

Jagged: Well-

Chloe: So let me get this straight. You finally revealed yourself to each other, and instead of confessing that you're just as in love with the real person behind the mask as you are to her alter ego, you told Mari you've moved on from your crush the size of the sun?

Adrien: It isn't like I have a choice! I didn't want her to be awkward with me.

Chloe: Ughh, what will I do with you?!! And here I thought you're actually smarter than that Adriekins! See, girls like Dupein-Cheng, and listen well because ughh I'm only saying this once!! She isn't me of course, but she's still better than others because she has this bloody golden heart that matches her fierceness and witt. Again, nothing incomparable to my coolness but she's above there, at least in the taste of your level. Point is, that was a one in a billion kind of girl you just friendzoned.

Adrien (banging his head on the wall): What are you saying? She was dating Luka at the time! Of course, she isn't into me!

Chloe: (looks like she's about to scream)

...

Plagg: Bet you a whole of Mari's strawberry cheesecake made of camembert, it'll be ten times crazier than the love square.

Tikki (giggles): I am not betting on something I know would happen, you glutton!

#miraculous ladybug #timinette #mlb #miraculous #maribat #jasonette #daminette #adrienette #lukanette #let's make it more complicated XD

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eremiie · 3 years

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hbd cornelius springer <3

❥ nsfw | 3.2k words | connie x fem!reader

❥ content - blowjob

❥ the birthday boy deserves some birthday head!!!

happy birthday connie springer, and happy belated birthday @arlerted ily both a whole lot <3... i started this at like 4am so pls bare with this

"you enjoying your birthday?"

connie turns around at the sound of your voice, soda can in hand while he closes the fridge door.

the way his face lights up when he connects your voice to your face makes you beam. his eyes get wide, eyebrows rise up, and a crooked smile graces his features as you walk forth, your hand trailing against the kitchen counter.

it makes you smile, the ways he's immediately stoked to see you. it's endearing if anything and your heart flutters at the excitement that twinkles in his eyes at your appearance.

"duh... yeah of course i like it."

his stupid smile shifts into a small smirk and he picks up his drink to take another sip. "what're you lookin' at?"

seriously? were you that obvious?

he leans back against the corner of the kitchen counter, twirling the soda can in his hand to shake his drink up while steadying himself with his elbows. you can tell the question was one he was genuinely waiting on an answer for— it was to just rile you up and one for him to shrug off with a 'just messin'.

you roll your eyes. there was no reason to give him an ego. "your ugly party hat." your tone is snarky, and a breathy laugh leaves connie's throat as he shakes his head at you. he beckons with two slender fingers.

"come 'ere."

your stomach turns at the gesture— no at the sentence and you curse the slight stubbornness that keeps you standing where you stood with your arms crossed. "what?"

connie holds your gaze easily, and instead of giving you an answer his hand reaches out to pull you towards him by your forearm.

you stumble forward until you were situated between his feet, a strong hand encasing your wrists and his breath fanning across your face from the proximity of you and connie.

his eyes look more hazel up close, green and yellow dancing like a fiery bright fire. you can feel the denim of his jeans rub against the fat flesh of your thighs from where you stand, and connie makes no effort to move back.

it's a clear invasion of your space but neither you or him seem to mind— and you hope connie didn't take the way your heart jumps in your chest and your suddenly uneven breathing as a sign that you did mind. no, it was the exact opposite of that if anything.

"are you enjoying the party?" his voice comes out a little too smooth for your liking. where was the slight cracks in his voice as he spoke or the lilts in his tone as he tried his best to be a flirt?

the way he looks at you doesn't help. his eyes are low lying, having trouble staying focused on only just yours. you notice them flit a little lower every now and then before popping back up to match your gaze.

you hoped you came off as unbothered— stable and unfazed by his sudden demeanor. if it wasn't obvious by now your slight attraction to connie was something that you couldn't seem to let go of ever since you had first met him.

you hated how goofy he was and how the lame jokes he'd crack would always make you laugh regardless of how stupid. you hated how somehow he'd always coerce you to do the handy work when it came to class projects because he was too lazy to get up off his own ass and help you. you hated how even through all these little silly quirks of his if he really wanted to with a few slip ups here and there he could make the hairs on your arms stand and have you stop breathing just from a slick look and slick sentence.

you hated all these things because they all made you feel gushy inside no matter how dumb it was. they made your body warm and gave you this comforting feeling that you couldn't get from anyone else.

so when connie repeats another "hm?" catching you off guard for the second time, that warm feeling returns because this time the pads of his fingers drum against your shoulder, a little to close to the junction near your neck.

"as long as ymir and sash keep me entertained, then yeah. this little 'party' isn't that bad." your quick with your response this time once he sets you back on track and you calm a bit.

"so ymir 'n sash are the life of the party for ya?" he pouts, and you scrunch your nose up when he leans in a little more, a mock pitiful expression on his face. "damn, 'n i'm supposed to be the birthday boy... that's crazy."

you can tell he's a little under the influence. despite it being his birthday he was actual one out of a few to keep their drinking at a light tonight. you couldn't say the same for armin who was currently passed out and curled up at the safety of mikasa's side on the large sofa, or for reiner who was last crying to ymir before she managed to 'shut the fuck up jockey' him as you walked pass.

you liked it like this though, liked to know that the interactions between you and connie weren't entirely the alcohol talking.

but it wasn't like it was ever really anything but him talking when he got more than comfortable with you.

light touches up the soft skin of your thighs, moving you around by placing his hands on your waist (where you must say they fit like a puzzle), or attacking you in tickles when he decided to crash at you and sasha's place and you wouldn't pass up the remote.

those were all connie, but it was nice to know that the person in front of you was mostly connie as well.

"you are... you just haven't been keeping me company as you should have." you lift up a hand right in front of his face and pretend to inspect your nails before dropping four fingers down to your palm and turning your nails to you once again.

connie let's out a low laugh at the gesture before using his own palm to cup the top of your hand. you expect him to push it down and let go but he only holds it in his grip with that same dumb smile plastered on his face as he doesn't fail to keep eye contact with you.

"ha-ha, so funny. you act like we didn't dance together," you recall the memory of connie hoisting you up from the couch and spinning you around until your backside was pressed against him, asking you to 'dance'. if anything that encounter is probably what encouraged the tingle between your legs and pushed you to follow connie into the kitchen. "sit together for like a good ass while, and play cards together— cheating together i might add."

you giggle, "did eren not realize that practically half the deck was under my ass and in your pockets?" connie reciprocates your giggle in his cheery tone and he raises the soda can to his lips again to empty it out inside his mouth.

"nah, but for real, what more company do you need?"

in the back of your head you had a solid idea of the kind of company you needed from connie, but you weren't even sure if your mind was quick enough to formulate it into a sentence that sounded appealing to the ears, enticing even.

a dramatic sigh leaves your lips and your hands come up to connie's head, one index plucking at the thin string below his chin and the other one holding the loud party hat until you were pulling it off and fiddling with it in your hand.

connie's hand automatically comes to rub at the short grey strands with a small frown at the absence of his hat. he stands up straight so he's peering down at you and his arm swings over your shoulder as he begins walking the two of you towards the exit to the kitchen abandoning his empty can of soda. "what?"

you slow down your pace so that he slows down and pull his arm from around you just as quickly as he placed it there massaging his knuckles in the process.

the eagerness to stay alone with him and not go back out where the chatters of all your friends would become tenfold is what makes you more bold, is what makes you back connie up towards the kitchen island until your practically leaning on him with doe eyes, fluttering your lashes and saying, "just wanna be alone with you for a minute..." you hesitate for a moment before beginning to speak again, "i gotta present for you, but we gotta go upstairs."

it's like your words alone manage to somewhat crack the demeanor he had going on. how his mouth slightly parts and how his body tenses up slightly tells you. you're thankful for the small adrenaline rush a measly walk to the archway gave you.

"shit, what's upstairs?" you relish in how he feeds into your words instead of stuttering under pressure and his hand moves to the small of your back pulling you even closer.

it's noticeable that he likes to feel your skin on his, and his hands are warm against the skin of your hip, practically singeing it with just his touch. it sends a hot feeling throughout your body and you indulge in him some more, fully enveloping your hand with his free one and giving a nice smile.

"if you come with me then it'll be me and you," and he lets you pull him along like a dog on a leash, sticking as close to its owner as possible as he's so close behind you that you can feel him up against your back as you begin to nonchalantly walk past your group of friends conversing in the living room.

for you it's easy to ignore their remarks and looks of 'finally'. after all, you knew they were coming. but connie couldn't, shooting silly faces to his audience as he lets you pull him along.

"they're finally fucking."

"go, birthday boy!"

"gettin' some birthday pussy!"

"_______, bite his dick off for me!"

the only phrase to elicit some sort of reaction from you is the mumbly one from sasha from whatever was in her mouth as she encouraged you to injure connie.

all the phrases seem to get one out of connie, from him pretending to fuck you from behind causing you to pinch the tan skin of his wrist to him making kissy faces at jean, eren, and even to ymir who further encouraged you to take a chomp out of his little friend.

you lead him through his bedroom door, immediately locking it because you know he'll forget and then turning to face him again.

when you turn back around connie's still looming over you, his hands lankily at his sides and it's as if he doesn't know what to do with them.

it makes you titter, and you take a step towards him pulling at his wrists place his hands back on your hips. "so what's my present?"

your hands come up to come his face and his skin is soft under your touch. he's warm and his breathing is unsteady as you lean forward to press your lips onto his.

he quickly returns the kiss, more fervently than you if anything. connie immediately groans as if the feeling of your lips on his was something he was craving.

connie pushes you against the door, a small thud eliciting from the way your back hits it and he lets go of your hips to cup your face and bring you deeper into the kiss.

the way he presses up so close against you makes you part your lips slightly giving him enough time to slip his tongue into your mouth until it's slotted alongside yours.

his knee parts your legs and bump against your crotch making you moan and let go of his face, holding onto his shoulders instead.

you pull back to breathe for a brief moment— and connie's eyes are overcast with lust. he doesn't have that twinkle from earlier and his grip on your hips is tighter than it was a few seconds ago.

he breathes heavily and rests his forehead against yours then dropping his knee. "that wasn't all i get for my birthday, right?"

with another roll of your eyes you shake your head. "it'd be a little rude of me to leave you like this, yeah?"

you slide down the wall until your knees hit the carpet and sit back on your shins. your delicate hands slide down connie's chest until the tips of your fingers are brushing over the buckle of his belt.

"yeah," connie's eyes flutter shut and he places a hand on the door to once again steady himself. "'d be real fuckin' rude of you."

your hands make work of his belt, unclasping the loop, unzipping the zipper and unbuttoning his pants to begin shrugging down the denim.

you had barely even started doing anything yet connie's mouth was slightly parted in anticipation. it was amusing how even the slightest touch from you could elicit a reaction out of him.

you pride yourself in this, and you take your time letting your fingertips massage the length of connie's clothed cock beneath his boxers. his body stutters overtop of you for a quick second and you move your hands to the hem of his boxers to begin pulling them down.

he's pretty; a slightly flushed tip that complimented the tan color of his skin. he's clearly already hard and you swear when your hand wraps around him his dick twitches in your touch. "god," he mumbles.

his dick is heavy in your hand, and he's thick to the touch. with a few test pumps you prop yourself up on your knees once more and place a hand over his thigh. "c'mon," his tone is encouraging yet hurrying, needy.

you click your tongue at him before using it to kitten lip his tip, like you were just trying to get a taste. connie hisses above you and drops his hand down to the top of your head.

"c'mon, we can't take too long with everyone still down there."

you know he's only saying so because he wants to feel your mouth around him. he's only being needy because it's something he'd been craving over the course of a few months. you are something he had been craving and now that you were under him he wanted all of you, starting with what you were willing to give which happened to be your pretty throat.

nevertheless, he's the birthday boy and you want to help pleasure him, making him feel a euphoric feeling that you know he's longed for.

you stick your tongue out and slap his tip against the flat of your tongue, and connie lets out another short groan, his fingers scrunching your hair.

connie shudders from above you and you almost feel bad for teasing him. you let the warmth of your mouth consume him completely— well, as far as you can while your hand works at the remainder.

"yeah, yeah..." he hums and he opens his eyes again to look down at you.

your mouth around him felt heavenly, and the image of you sucking him off was even better; cheeks hollowed out and hand pumping his length.

you were so pretty.

connie brings the hand in your hand down to your cheek to feel himself through the skin, his tip pressed up against the inside of your cheek as he slightly rolls his hips forward to fuck in your mouth gently.

you pull off of him, pushing spit to the front of your mouth and letting your saliva drip onto his cock.

"fuck, you can't do that," he whines and rubs his tip against your lips until you open up again for him and his hand returns to your hair. "stick your tongue out."

you obey. using the leverage he has on your locks, he pushes deeper into your mouth, bobbing your head as he thrusts forward. small moans leave connie's lips. he's infatuated with the way your tongue slides against his underside as you try your best to relax your throat to let him in.

he loves it, loves how your mouth is so wet and sloppy around him, how it feels so good to be inside you— and he wants to feel every part of you, not stopping at your mouth.

saliva drips from the corner of your mouth and you try to suppress the gags that try to come up. you whimper from underneath connie, and he pulls out to give you a minute to breath.

it's funny how he's breathing harder then you his chest heaving. "that fuckin' mouth,"

you give a slight smile at the compliment, pleased to know you were pleasing him.

"i need it s'more."

what kind of person would you be if you didn't give the birthday boy what he wanted?

so you give him more, using connie's thighs to keep yourself steady, relaxing yourself and breathing through your nose as you let connie fuck your mouth.

he becomes erratic, the grip he has on your hair is slightly painful but you know he's too caught up in his lust, too caught up in the haven that was your throat.

he's so lost in the pleasure that he doesn't warn you when he's about to cum and you only know by the way his cum spills down your throat making you cough and pull off of him.

what you could only assume was a "sorry" comes from him as he calms down, pulling up his boxers and jeans but forgetting to buckle his belt. his hand reached out for you to grab it.

you take it and he pulls you up until you're almost at his height again, that same dumb smile on his face. "did you like your present?" you hum after you clear your throat.

"duh..." his thumb comes up to wipe at the saliva around your mouth before pushing the digit between your lips. you waste no time entertaining him, sucking your spit up and popping off of his thumb. "you thinkin' you could gimme something else though?"

you snort, "what happened to we couldn't take too long cause everyone's downstairs?"

"i'm still hard, it's my birthday, i really don't give a fuck who's downstairs." his words contradict his earlier statement but you brush it off, pulling him by the string of his jacket and pressing another peck to his lips.

"get in the bed birthday boy."

#connie springer x reader smut #connie x reader #connie springer x reader #connie springer #connie aot #connie x reader smut #connie springer smut #aot smut #aot x reader #connie smut #sfw

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saksukei · 3 years

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tsukkishima kei as a boyfriend

others; ushijima | tanaka | kuroo | oikawa

TSUNDERE MFER

he hates how he's so in love with you

literally omg

he straight up confesses that he likes you and if you say it back HE'LL GET SO RED

“y-yeah well, everyone likes me.”

constant teasing™

holding things above your head

if you're tall or even taller,,, it does not matter he will still do the same,,, he just lives for being a pain in your ass

calling you a dumbass in case you forget your homework then handing you his to copy it down

scolds you for not taking care of yourself,,,,,, while he makes soup in the kitchen and then cuddles with you the entire time afterwards

lending you his jacket when he sees you shivering all the while saying he might die trying to save your ass and you're a disappointment lol

he cannot believe you'd come to attend his matches because he thinks he's a shitty player

but if you cheer for him loudly

he'll get so giddy and try to fight back a smile

and all the boys are like ‘holy shit– tsukkishima is a,,,,, simp?’

shares headphones with you

makes you playlists all the damn time

even has playlists for every mood of yours on his phone

he uses pet names like ‘dumbass’ or ‘idiot’ but when you're not listening he calls you his ‘baby’ and he even has your name saved like that on his phone (the volleyball team found out because of hinata, the loudmouth and he had to threaten all of them into not telling you)

call him your boyfriend or babe and watch THE EGO BOOST

dates consist of star gazing,,,, doing your own things like you're painting and he's doing his homework in the same room,,,,, watching sunsets from this secret spot he found,,,, going to the grocery store together

he doesn't mind initiating skin ship but only in an appropriate setting,,,

his favorite place in the entire world is your shoulder literally

he lives for putting his head in the crook of your neck,, especially when he's sad and doesn't feel like talking

he loves! loves how you smell,,,, not in a creepy way but you know how everyone has that one particular perfume? yeah he loves your perfume because it's very nostalgic and it reminds him of all the times he's been happy because of you

he is a cuddle bug but will not admit it

“tsukki do you want to cuddle?”

“if you want to, then I'm okay with it.” is his reply

he loves wrapping his arms around you like you're a ball of fluff omg must protect

and if something is wrong with you,,, he'll know what's up

and then he'll trap you into his arms between a wall and make you tell him

HE GETS RED AFTER YOU KISS HIM BUT HE TRIES TO PLAY IT OFF AND HE SUCKS AT IT

fights only happen when he's stressed out or when he doesn't see things from your perspective

he doesn't know how to talk about stuff and it just builds up so it's bound to come out in one way or the other

but he knows the line

very well

yeah he does get rude and even crosses it at times

and it'll take some time for him to cool off

but the minute he does,,,, he's right there,,,, saying sorry and continously hugging you doing anything and everything he can to get you to forgive him

I know a lot of people say he's stubborn and stuff,,,, but when tsukki trusts you,,, he will do anything in his power to never let you down or hurt you,,,, and this shows how comfortable he is

the last thing tsukki would want would be to be an asshole boyfriend

I feel like since he's not that expressive,,, you need to talk everything out with him because tsukki over thinks a lot to be honest

he'll have things replay in his head over and over again

like that time when he said something rude to you in an argument

and he still hates himself over it

he needs reassurance

cause

you're one of the best things that ever happened to him and he isn't ready to lose you

also watches you do dumb things oh god and makes videos of them,,,, he has a shit ton of embarrassing videos of you and if you ever catch him doing something embarrassing and take a photo

oh boy he will chase you around the entire house

he'll throw you over his shoulder or pin you down and tickle you till you give into deleting it

all in all,,, yeah he's rough and tough around the edges but he's warm and fuzzy on the inside,,,,, you just need to stick around to get to the good part

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukkishima headcanons #tsukkishima kei

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eryiss · 3 years

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Summary: Forced to be sociable by his so called friends, Laxus finds himself attending a five week cooking class. An insulting and stupid idea, and one he resents them for doing. He would have thrown it in their faces, if it weren’t for the smug prick teaching the class, with his handsome face, delectable body, and annoyingly enticing way of keeping Laxus on his toes. [Fraxus One Shot]

Notes: Hi. I wrote this on my phone while sitting on the beach, so who knows how it’ll turn out. But it’s got them both being cocky, both being flirty, and both being in love, so what else could you want. Hope you all enjoy it.

Links: FFN, Ao3

Set To Boil

Or: 4 Times Freed taught Laxus a recipe, & 1 time Laxus returned the favour

Week One - Pizza

"Laxus, you need to get out more."

"Laxus, there's no reason for you not to give it a try."

"Laxus, you're an antisocial brat and you need to get out more."

Fuck them all. Fuck Evergreen for her haughty sense of self belief. Fuck Bickslow for having no tact and being and coming up with good points. Fuck Makarov in particular, for being a rude old coot who threatened to change the damn lock. And when Laxus found out which of the interfering bastards had been the one to come up with this stupid idea, then fuck them too.

It was ridiculous. Yes, perhaps Laxus had become somewhat insular as of late. Maybe his friends had been putting in more effort than him as of late, but it was important. He was newly hired in his sports journalism career, and he needed to focus on his writing.

What he did not need was a five week cooking course!

Why the hell did cooking courses even exist anymore? If you wanted to learn to cook, there was this brilliant new invention called a computer. They had hundreds of step by step recipes, none of which required Laxus to trudge through a damn rec-centre at eight at night!

Seriously, fuck them all.

He was late, too. The bus had missed his stop, and as such he was now ten damn minutes late. He was half-tempted to leave the rec-centre before he found his classroom - Ever, Bicks and Makarov wouldn't find out if he didn't use the damn voucher, after all - but then he would have to spend the next five weeks thinking of ways to pass the time every Thursday night. He really needed to move out of Makarov's damn apartment; the old bastard apparently had nothing better to do than to keep tabs on him. Bastard.

He was in front of the classroom door before he knew it, and he faulted. Dammit, why had he agreed to do this? Why couldn't the bus have gotten him there on time? Why was he nervous about this?

No; he was a grown man dammit. Fuck his nerves,

With false confidence, he walked into the classroom. Eight benches, all with sinks, ovens, cooktops, an array of cutlery and equipment, and a basket of ingredients filled the space. Five people stood behind some of the benches, and Laxus somewhat guilty slinked towards the nearest bench, at the back of the classroom.

"Mr Dreyar, I presume," A voice, deliciously smooth with underlying authority, made Laxus pause.

He looked up to see a man standing at the front of the room, behind a larger and more professional looking cooking worktop, and Laxus paused. If you were to encapsulate all of Laxus' ideal qualities in a man, his new teacher was apparently as close a person could come. Tall, obviously with some muscle, tight and sharp facial features, a little pale, and with long hair. He wore a button up shirt that hugged his form, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off a near-indecent amount of his forearms. He was quirking his eyebrow towards Laxus, and he felt ensnared by the expression.

Dammit, of course. Almost every other cooking class in the country would inevitable be taught by a homely housewife or a tedious Ramsay wannabe, but not his. He gets a stud with veiny forearms, high cheekbones, and narrowed eyes that made Laxus shiver.

He couldn't justify it, but Laxus was inclined to blame his grandfather for that.

"There's a bench up here, if you'd like to take it," The teacher said, motioning towards one of the cooking stations at the front of the room. Laxus cringed; even in school, he'd been one of the kids who sat at the back. That wasn't a habit he was ready to lose.

"I'd rather stay here, if it's all the same to you," Laxus mumbled, annoyed at himself for not speaking clearly. There was something about teachers that just… what did you call someone who intimidated you but also kind of excited you at the same time?

God, this was going to be awful.

"And I prefer it if my students arrived to my lessons on time," The teacher smirked a little, and Laxus almost stuttered in search of a reply. "And, as tends to happen with a student who shows up late on the first day, you'll likely act out further. As such, I want you close by so I can keep you on the straight and narrow," He tapped his finger on the surface twice. "This counter, please."

Though only a few steps, the walk to the counter at the front of the room was humiliating, it served to make the asshole teacher appear less hot, if nothing else. Because Laxus definitely did not like a man who knew how to be firm with him.

This was going to be hell, wasn't it?

At his assigned counter, Laxus felt a little lost. Nestled in the ingredients was a recipie - they were making pizza, apparently - and Laxus slightly found himself floundering. The cooking lessons weren't just to make him more sociable; he had no idea how to cook.

The teacher, who was looking at him from behind his work surface, sighed and approached Laxus. In his hand, he held a chopping board with what appeared to be a large mound of dough. He placed it before Laxus, who drowned down at it.

"Normally I would have taught you how to make dough yourself, but my plan's require the full hour," The teacher said, as if that was an explanation. "Rather than you lagging behind and not getting the whole experience, you should start from the same point everyone else is at. So put yourself to work and start to kneed this. It'll require a few more minutes to get to the right consistency."

Laxus looked down at the dough, grinding his teeth. Kneeding was rubbing it, right? And occasionally you punch it? That didn't sound right.

"Like this," The teacher said, pulling the chopping board towards him. He started to kneed the dough - it wasn't what Laxus thought it was - and the attraction came back with a sudden force. God dammit, why did his sleeves have to hug his biceps like that? That just wasn't fair.

The dough was pushed towards him again, and Laxus rolled up his sleeves and started to emulate what the teacher had done. The teacher didn't leave, and Laxus squirmed a little under, and found himself speaking to fill the silence.

"I ain't gonna learn, y'know," His mouth said before his brain could intercept. "Don't give a shit about cooking."

That a'boy Laxus. Turn up late, fail at a basic thing, and insult the guy's career. Real classy.

"You will." The teacher said, as if it were undeniable.

"I will?" Laxus scoffed.

"You will," The teacher repeated, smirking, "Once you realise what a good home cooked meal taste like, you'll be desperate to learn what else you can do."

"You seem awfully confident about that…" He drifted off; he didn't even know the damn guys name,

"Freed," The teacher supplied. "And I am confident. You'll love cooking by the end of it. I'm sure."

"You talk a big game," Laxus chuckled a little. He almost forgot he was kneeding the dough, but Freed looked down at his hands and grinned a little, which got Laxus to pause. Just because he was kneeding dough it didn't mean he cared; it was basically a workout. That was all, and Freed needed to know that. "If you're that sure, then I'm gonna insist you eat everything I make, no matter how shitty it turns out to be."

"So long as you don't sabotage yourself on purpose, I can agree to that."

Well, Laxus had slightly wanted to make Freed eat combinations of food that tasted like crap, but this could work. Laxus really was that bad of a cook, Freed might not be able to know the difference.

"Deal," Laxus nodded, offering Freed a hand to shake. The chef did so immediately, with a firm squeeze and… oh damn, those veins!

——

Week Two - Curry

Laxus had been right. Even putting in the effort and following the recipie as best he could, he was still a shitty cook. Unless, of course, a curry was meant to be accompanied by a waft of dark, burning smoke when you opened up the oven. Laxus coughed a little as he removed the dish from the oven, placing it on the counter top while shutting the oven door with his foot,

Freed was storming over immediately, flapping at the smoke with a dish towel and immediately turnoff the extractor fan on to suck up the smoke before it reached the detector. He had previously been working with a pink haired bastard, who was snickering at Laxus' failure. Asshole.

"What on earth did you do to it?" Freed demanded, more confused than angry.

"I followed her recipe," Laxus retorted indignantly. "Can't blame me."

"Everyone else has the same recipe and they've managed fine," Freed muttered under his breath. "Explain to me what happened."

Laxus bit down the instinct to tell Freed to choke on something, patronising ass that he was. He had made a deal with Freed the week prior that he would do what he could to make the most of the lessons, and he would enjoy knowing how to make a few meals, so admitting his mistakes was something that he would have to do. Even if it was to a smug, ego-centred teacher who Laxus could definitely take in a fight without breaking a sweat,

Maybe he should suggest some boxing lessons. Laxus had given up pro fighting the year before, but kept it up for fun. If Freed was acting like Laxus was stupid for not knowing the basics of cooking, Laxus would act like Freed was stupid when he didn't understand how to box.

Fantasising about punching Freed in the stomach - which was no doubt toned and sexy as hell - made talking through the process easier. Freed wore a slight frown, apparently not seeing anything wrong with what he had done. Laxus was about to boast that he was right, and that it was Freed's instructions that had gotten the burned pile of mush that filled the room with smoke, but Freed's expression turned to one of understanding when he looked at the oven,

"These work on Celsius, you set it as though you were using Fahrenheit," Freed explained. "You essentially nuked it."

Fuck. God-fucking-dammit!

He could have dealt with it if he was unable to do some cooking thing he'd never had to use before. But this? Misreading a piece of paper and setting the wrong temperature on the damn oven, how the hell had he managed to do that? It was humiliating! He was a grown ass adult, a retired sportsman who was forging a career to be respected. But an oven had made him look like an idiot who couldn't do anything for himself. Fucking brilliant.

With clenched fists, he rested against the workbench and leant on it with closed eyes. This was why he didn't do shit like this; he needed to keep in his lane and do what he was good at. Not cook, not have this weird hate-boner for his teacher. None of this.

"How soon after the class do you need to leave?" Freed asked, cutting through Laxus' spiralling thoughts. He frowned, but answered.

"Don't have any plans after."

"If we start again, we can have you finished ten minutes after class. That way it won't be an act of futility," Freed said, and rolled his damn sleeves up again. Thankfully he was moving around the counter, turning the oven down and fiddling with appliances fast enough to stop Laxus' eyes from lingering. "I can teach you how to spice things to your own tastes, as well. Normally that's next week, but I can advance you for your troubles."

"Advance me?" Laxus frowned. "Kinda need to be good at the basics first."

"You are, everything you said was correct. You made a small mistake that I should have noticed," Freed shrugged, walking to the counter he taught from and taking a box of ingredients to place on Laxus' desk. "I thought you'd learn better left to your own devices, and while I expect that was true, I shouldn't have left you alone. That was my mistake and as such, I'll amend it. We'll make a curry suited towards your tastes."

This was an olive branch, Laxus was sure of it. Freed had apparently noticed Laxus' shift of mood, and took the blame for Laxus' mistake. He was thankful of it, but it was still embarrassing.

Thankfully, a way of saving face had presented itself.

"I don't know if I can believe ya," He said with a small, somewhat forced smirk. "I mean, you don't have a record for keeping promises, do ya?"

"Don't I?"

"You told me you'd eat some of everything I made," Laxus shrugged, looking towards his pot of 'curry' that lay stagnant in the pot. It was grey, somehow. Food shouldn't be grey. "That was a lie."

Freed sighed, but didn't back down. He pulled a dessert spoon from one of the drawers, carefully scooped up some of the ruined mush and brought it towards his lips; damn they were pretty. He openly winced at the smell, swallowing preemptively as it got closer to his mouth. He glanced towards Laxus for a split second, who was watching him with crossed arms expectantly, and let out a resigned sigh. He opened his mouth, took in the spoon, then ate.

First he gagged, then he coughed, then he struggled to swallow. Even though Laxus had worked hard, and a small part of him thought Freed was exaggerating, he laughed at the reaction. Freed was fighting to keep the burned, disgusting food down. Once completely swallowed, he turned to Laxus with a wince.

"Delicious," He lied, trying to hide how thoroughly unhappy he was.

"If that's the case, there's plenty more," Laxus smirked, and Freed actually winced. That, of course, spurred Laxus on further. This was more fun than cooking. "Eat up, I don't mind."

Freed seemed to think for a moment, before standing up straight, rolling his back, and doing something Laxus never would have expected. He pulled out a plate and a ladle, scooped a portion large enough to fill two fully grown adults would struggle to finish no matter what the taste, and placed it on the countertop as if it was something to be proud of.

"A deal," Freed proposed. "I want to teach you one on one for the rest of the session. No distractions, no changing the subject, simply me telling you how to cook. Essentially, until you've cooked something successfully, I want your full attention."

Laxus nearly scoffed, Freed already had that. Instead, he said: "What's my 'delicious' curry got to do with that."

"If you make an attempt to distract me, to get out of lessons in some way, or continue with the mindset that this course is not suited to you, then for the rest of your time learning under me, you'll stay after class and clean everyone's dishes until I'm satisfied with the result."

Laxus winced a little. "And if I don't do any of that."

"I'll eat all of this," He motioned to the plate of ruined food. "And you may watch me do it."

Thinking for a moment, Laxus grinned. "Your funeral," He then glances at the food and winced. "Possibly literally."

Freed waved off the comment, stood beside Laxus with his new range of ingredients, and began explaining the basics of how to get a flavour you desired from your ingredients. On instinct Laxus wanted to taunt the man, suggesting the best way to get a flavour was with a take-out menu, but he managed to stop himself before the words slipped out. Mainly it was to avoid four weeks of dish washing, but also because he hasn't seen Freed like this. He was passionate when he spoke about cooking, and Laxus didn't want to ruin that.

And when Freed's arm slid against Laxus' as they moved, somehow at the same moment Freed looked at him with a genuine smile, Laxus felt shivers roll over him. This was… there were worse ways to spend a Thursday evening.

——

Week Three - Chicken Soup

"Y'know, if you're gonna make such a big deal about-" Laxus cut himself off. Holy shit.

He had been ready to blast into Freed about puntuality. Laxus had gotten to the class on time, only to see that Freed was not there. Eight minutes into the lesson, the door had opened, and Laxus was fully intending to lambast Freed about how much of a big deal it was when Laxus was late, and yet Freed was just as bad. He only stopped when he saw the state Freed was in. Because dammit, the man was drenched to the bone.

What the hell had happened to him? Sure it was raining, but Laxus knew he had a car, and surely the walk from the parking lot to the building hadn't been that bad. He looked like he'd gotten into a fight with a lake and lost.

"Everyone to your work stations please," Freed instructed, removing his coat as he walked to the front of the class. "I apologise for being late, but it shouldn't be too much of an imposition if we all focus."

Laxus was focusing. Focusing on the fact Freed's white shirt was clinging to his chest, showing off strong pecs and the taunting glimpse of a six-pack. It was a temp tight sight, and far too indecent for a classroom setting.

He shook his thoughts away. He needed to focus, because last week's lesson had proved a lot of things. One: Freed was willing to eat a whole plate full of disgusting food to prove a point, which wasn't relevant but Laxus still thought funny to think about him gagging and going green. Two: Freed was actually a damn good teacher, he just apparently hadn't know what Laxus needed from him until the latter half of the class. Three: Laxus actually could cook, if taught well. Because the second curry he'd made was indescribable, and it had tasted just as good when Laxus had cooked it two nights prior.

So, the lessons were actually working, and Laxus decided he was going to fully allow himself to be a student. Groping the teacher with his eyes wasn't going to help that, so Laxus remained quiet and let Freed explain the lesson.

To learn how to flavour things correct, they would all be making a series of different soups throughout the hour. Five basic recipes has been placed on their workspaces, and an entire array of spices, ingredients and flavourings had been scattered through the room. The point of the exercise was to follow the recipes, but also put other ingredients into their soups while doing it so that they can experiment with flavours. It was pretty smart, and Laxus felt like he had an advantage given Freed's impromptu lesson with spices the week before.

Once Freed stopped talking, they began cooking, and Laxus felt oddly confident in himself.

About ten minutes into the exercise, Freed made his way to Laxus' workstation. Wordlessly, he picked up a plastic ladle and scooped out a small amount of the soup Laxus had cooking. Laxus watched with only a small amount of anticipation as Freed brought the soup to his lips and swallowed it, and didn't focus on the flipping of his stomach as Freed smiled at him.

"It's very good," he praised, and Laxus did not preen at the words.

"Thanks," He muttered instead. "Any advice?"

Freed smiled a little at the request, placing the ladle in the small sink. "I'd use sea salt from now on, it'll bring out the flavour of the chicken more. But your instincts have served you well, it works very well together."

"Oh, thanks," Laxus mumbled awkwardly, and Freed didn't help by leaning over the table to look at Laxus' recipe, bring their faces far too close. Thank god the heat of the room has fixed the slight transparency of Freed's shirt, because knowing about the body below the clothes was tempting enough with him this close. If he could see the man's body, he might explode.

"You've put everything you've added onto this, haven't you?" Freed asked, tapping the recipe that had Laxus notes covering it. Laxus nodded weakly. "Then, if you can recreate it as it is now,I then it's time to experiment. Pick something at random to add and see what it tastes like. If it's bad, remake what you've already done."

"Anything huh?" Laxus quirked a brow. "You know you have to eat it, right? You wanna give me this much freedom after last week?"

"So long as you choose your ingredients thinking it will taste good, I'll uphold my agreement," Freed shrugged. "Though I must admit, I'd prefer not to spend the night with stomach cramps and a bucket beside my bed again, if avoidable."

Laxus barked out a laugh. "Kinda thought I'd killed ya when you didn't show up on time. What happened?"

"My car's broken down," Freed explained, looking over the herbs Laxus had added. "It took longer to get here than I expected."

"You walked in this?" Laxus glanced towards the heavy rainfall beating down on the windows.

"Indeed," Freed nodded. "Not my smartest decision."

Laxus winced a little at a roll of thunder exploded outside, apparently trying to make sure Freed knew just how stupid his decision had been. Freed didn't seem too bothered by it, though, and instead walked towards the old woman who worked behind Laxus, tasting her version of tomato soup and giving her advice on how to give it an extra kick.

The rest of the lesson continued on like that. Freed would work his way around the room, helping where he could. Laxus experimented on his soup, finding parmasean to be the missing ingredient.

Freed actually licked his damn lips after trying that. Did he know what he was doing to Laxus?

Once the lesson was over, the storm still lighting up the sky, Laxus walked to the door of the rec-centre. Freed was lingering there, wrapped up in a large red coat and clearly not looking forward to his walk home. Laxus understood that; the rain was so hard it probably would hurt to be under it.

"I'll drive ya home," Laxus said, his tone not leaving room to argue.

"What?" Freed asked. "No, that's not-"

"Didn't give you a choice, did I?" Laxus crossed his arms.

"You intend to kidnap me?" Freed joked.

"Yeah," Laxus nodded. "If you walk out in that, you're gonna get sick for no reason other than your own stubbornness. If that happens, the. Eat I can do for you is give you the recipe for this," he patted the container of chicken soup he held, "but I kinda think driving you might make more sense."

Freed considerd before speaking. "I insist on paying for gas, at least."

"Course you will, I ain't a cheap date."

The words came before Laxus could stop himself, and a flush of worry spread through him. Freed simply laughed, murmured a teasing "I expect not," and walked towards the door. He held it open for Laxus to walk through, and with a small grin, Laxus did so, with Freed by his side.

When the rain hit them, Laxus didn't care, and it certainly didn't diminish the silly smile that he hoped Freed couldn't see.

——

Week Four - Meringues

"What are you looking at, Laxus?"

Freed seemed amused as he spoke, and he walked towards Laxus' working area. Laxus had been trying to catch his teacher's eye for around a minute, with probably a stupid little grin on his face. He couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed about being caught out.

The drive home with Freed has been a long one - thirty minutes in the car; how long would it have been if he'd walked! - and they'd talked throughout. Laxus had learned that, until recently, Freed had been a professional chef for the TV show 'Sabertooth Chefs', a cooking competition watched by millions. He was off camera, making the meals that the celebrity judges claimed they had cooked to use as an example for their contestants. Apparently he quit because of a lack of passion.

That, and apparently Rufus Lore - the judge he cooked for - was obnoxious and could barely bake a loaf of bread if left on his own.

Laxus spoke about his own life. How he'd felt obligated to quit his pro-boxing career after a nasty head wound that resulted in his scar. How he was now a freelance writer who did sports analysis for some of the sports magazines and websites. Freed had seemed impressed, and claimed he'd watch out for his work.

They were closer now, and as such Laxus felt comfortable joking with him.

"I've got a question," he said when Freed was close. "You said you'd taste everything I cook, right? Well, for food, tasting something means you're experiencing it, right?"

"I suppose," Freed agreed, though seemed to know he was walking into a trap.

"Well, with meringues, you showed us that trick, right," Laxus smirked. "Where if you've made it correctly, you can turn the bowl over and the mixture won't fall out."

"Yes," Freed was wary now.

"Well, you also said for the best experience," he put emphasis on the word, "then you tip it up over your head. If you've done it right, it stays in the bowl. If you ain't, it covers ya."

"I did say that," Freed muttered.

"Well, if you're gonna experience everything I make, surely you should do it." He smirked; and pushed the bowel of mixture towards him.

Freed looked down, resignedly.

Then he perked up and reached into his pocket, pulling out a coin. He flipped it with flair and caught it, covering it before either of them could see the result.

"Heads or tails?" He requested, and Laxus chuckled.

"Heads."

Freed removed his hand, and Laxus let out a cry of triumph. He nudged the bowel towards Freed, grinning wide and ridiculous as Freed openly sighed. Laxus crossed his arms to hurry the man up, and it seemed to work.

With quick, resigned movements, Freed lifted the bowel. The thick white mixture jiggled slightly, and Freed turned it upside down above his head before he could stop himself.

And… it stayed in place.

For a moment, Freed seemed to be wincing in anticipation, before a look of triumph flooded onto his face. He turned the bowel back over and placed it on the counter.

"Kinda anticlimactic," Laxus said, picking up a spoon.

"But it means you did it correctly," Freed smiled. "You can take solace in that."

"Guess so," Laxus nodded. "Or I could do this."

With neither showmanship nor hesitation, Laxus used the spoon so scoop a dollop of the mixture up and flicked it towards Freed's face. For a moment, all Freed could do was blink, and Laxus burst into stifled laughter.

It had splattered over his lips, nose, and left cheek. Equal parts ridiculous and oddly attractive.

"Mister Dreyar," Freed spoke calmly, but he was trying to hide a smile. "I will be seeing you after class."

He turned away. Laxus snickered.

Although it was tempting to be a dick for the rest of the lesson, Laxus behaved himself. This was the only lesson that they did on desserts, and Laxus wanted to learn. That, and he felt Freed wasn't going to take his little prank lying down, so he probably shouldn't piss him off further.

When everyone else was gone, and Laxus was left alone with Freed, there was a moment of quiet. He motioned for Laxus to approach the desk. Laxus did so.

He was hit in the face by a spurt of ketchup.

It continued, splattering across his face. He gasped, and Freed apparently aimed for his mouth at the moment. It was a stupid moment, not helped by the noise the bottle was making, and eventually the spray died out.

Neither man spoke for a moment.

They both started laughing at the same time, and Freed handed Laxus a napkin to clean himself with.

"You're an asshole, you know that right?" Laxus said with mirth in his voice. "You still got the balls to want a ride from me again?"

"Is the offer still available?" Freed chuckled.

"Sure, just as long as you don't mind me getting some glue and those decorative feather things from a store on the way back," Laxus smirked. "There's a smug asshole who needs to be tarred and fathered."

"Perhaps I'll get the bus," Freed grinned, then frowned a little. Perhaps without thinking, he reached up and stroked Laxus' cheek to rid it of a remaking fleck of sauce.

They both halted, frozen for a moment, and Laxus' mind was set alight. In that moment he knew one thing for sure; he couldn't let Freed go.

——

Week Five - Solyanka

"That will be all for our time together," Freed said, standing at the front of the class. "I hope you all enjoyed your time together, and that you've all learned something. At the risk of promoting myself, I have other courses available that last longer and offer more flexibility with what you'll cook, if you want to further your culinary pursuits. If not, then it was a pleasure working with you all, and I wish you well in your endeavours."

It was weird seeing Freed using his teaching voice; the things he said weren't Freed-like. It was kind of funny.

Laxus hung back when the rest of the class funnelled out. Some of them spoke to Freed before leaving, orbits just left, but Laxus decided to hang back and wait. As he did, he pulled out a small plastic tub from a bag he'd brought with him, waiting for Freed to take note. Once everyone was gone, Freed saw him still standing at the end of his cooking surface.

"Laxus," He said, and he seemed pleased Laxus was still there. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, just wasn't ready to leave yet," Laxus passed it off as a joke, but the stopped himself. "I, Erm, well, there's this recipe my family's been making for years. Generations, actually. Just wanted to know what you think."

"You want me to critique a family recipe?" Freed frowned.

No. No he didn't. He wanted to share something with Freed that was important to Freed. It was ridiculous to think, but this old Russian dish was something he had loved for his life, and he wanted Freed to love it too. It seemed stupid now he was thinking about it, but they only really had food in common right now, and Laxus felt like it was his turn to add something to the conversation.

"It's called Solyanka," Laxus said instead of answering the question. "It's a soup. For sausages, olives, cabbage. A lot of things, really."

Laxus didn't say anything else, and picked out a pot from the cupboards to place on the stove. He emptied the contents of the container into the pot and stated to bear it up.

"It tastes better when it's not been reheated but-"

"It smells beautiful," Freed said, cutting through Laxus' backtracking. "And I'm sure it will taste just as good."

"Thanks," Laxus mumbled a little.

As they waited for the soup to heat, there was a comfortable quiet between them both. Freed seemed engrossed in the cooking - the growing scent, the occasional stirring - and it gave Laxus the chance to watch him. He had known Freed was hot from the moment he'd seen him, but he was also fucking beautiful. His hair was pulled out and flowing over his shoulders, and his expression was calm and relaxed.

Laxus was glad he had done this, suddenly. He would have regretted it. This couldn't be the end of his relationship with Freed; it just couldn't.

He went to speak, but Freed went first.

"I think it's time to take it off the heat," He said gently, as if wanting to avoid offending Laxus by telling him how to cook his meal. Laxus quickly removed the pot from the heat.

With now familiar movements, Laxus pulled out two bowls and poured them both a portion. Laxus sat on one of the stools, waiting a little nervously as he saw Freed spoon some of the soup up and take it into his mouth.

"Wow," Freed whispered. "It's incredible."

Pride bloomed inside Laxus, and he didn't tamper it down. This piece of Laxus had pleased Freed. It had made Freed smile such a brilliant smile that it was like a shot to the heart. He was speechless, and Freed spoke again.

"You're incredible, Laxus," he said with equal sincerity.

"What?" Laxus frowned slightly.

"You're incredible, Laxus," Freed repeated, smiling now. "You've made these five weeks remarkably fun for me, and I'm sad to see you go."

"I'm sad to be going," Laxus mumbled, unused to speaking honestly about these kinds of things. "These have been… the best part of my week."

"Mine too," Freed admitted, and the words sent lighting throughout him.

There had been a small part of Laxus that had thought it had been in his head. He felt like he and Freed had been steadily growing closer and closer, in a way that couldn't exactly be called platonic. It felt like this was the moment where a choice had to be made. Laxus could either hide from his feelings, as he had often done in his life, or he could take the dive. Just like he'd done when he had quit his job. Just like he'd done when he'd come to the class in the first place. Just like he should have been doing all his life.

Freed was going to speak, but the urge to act overtook Laxus and he moved before it could dwindle. He launched himself toward, took Freed by the back of the neck, and kissed him.

It wasn't perfect, but the imperfection made it better.

The feeling of the desk jutting into his hip might have been a bother, but it was nothing compared the the brilliance of soft lips moving against his own.

The lingering spice on Freed's tongue could have been a distraction, but it only added to the searing sensation flying through him.

The scent of Laxus' Solyanka might have drawn focus, but instead it nudged with Freed's cologne and created a beautiful feeling of mingled familiarity and uniqueness.

This was the type of kiss that was unforgettable.

Freed's hand was grazing the back of Laxus' neck, scratching at the usually untouched skin in a way Laxus was tempted to put at. He smiled a dopey smile, leaning further into the kiss.

When they pulled apart, breathless and smiling, they couldn't look away from each other.

"Don't know how this works with a chef," Laxus began in a whisper. "Don't wanna offend your sense of pride, but d'you maybe wanna get a bite to eat some place?"

For a stagnant second, that felt like an eternity to Laxus, Freed didn't say anything.

"I'd love that," Freed nodded a little, though his head still rested against Laxus'. "So long as you don't mind me critiquing everything?"

The joke was trumped by the honesty in his voice. Freed really wanted it!

"I can deal with that."

They shared a quiet, private smile. One that promised excitement, passion, and if Laxus allowed himself to be optimistic, perhaps a future as well.

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75 Criminal Minds Prompts

Some of these can easily go very, very dirty, and yes I’m talking about Morgan and Garcia conversations and honestly would it be a list without them?

1 “You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you’ve really stopped to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do. ― Hotch

2 “Life is a hell of a thing to happen to someone.”― David Rossi

3 “Destroying a book is like…destroying a whole world.” — Diana Reid

4 “Trust me, kiddo. I’ve been here before.” ― David Rossi

5 “I’ve always heard every ending is also a beginning. We just don’t know it at the time. I’d like to believe that’s true.” — Emily Prentiss

6 “He is the perfect man. He doesn’t hog the covers, and he poops in a box.” — Emily Prentiss

7 “Went on a diet last night. Lost 185 pounds.” — Dr. Tara Lewis

8 “Marital bliss followed by marital diss! Of course. Why didn’t I think of that?” — Penelope Garcia

9 “I don’t take kindly to being blown up. In fact, it kind of pisses me off.” — Derek Morgan

10 “You know, I've learned that, in the short time I've had the privilege of being a dad... it heals wounds, just being there for your kid.” — David Rossi

11 “What makes you feel confident?” “Statistics.” — Derek Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid

12 “NAME , believe me when I say this, I've never known a normal day in my entire life.” — Dr Spencer Reid

13 “The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss.” — Dr Spencer Reid

14 “No one gets therapy these days without a healthy dose of medication.” “What are you implying, NAME?” “That everyone is medicated.” — Dr Spencer Reid and Penelope Garcia

15 “He/She doesn't give a damn about black or white. The only color that son of a bitch cares about is green.” — Dr Spencer Reid

16 “I don't know everything. I mean, despite the fact that you think that I do.” “I never said that. When have I ever said that?” “Every day since I met you!” — Dr Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan

17 “I never have any normal fans.” — Dr Spencer Reid

18 “Hey, Baby Girl, whatever you’re doing, drop it.” — Derek Morgan

19 “Talk to me, Baby Girl.” — Derek Morgan

20 “There you go, Baby Girl, that’s sweet.” — Derek Morgan

21 “Give it to me, doll face.” — Derek Morgan

22 “Hey, doll face. Ready to work some magic for me?” — Derek Morgan

23 “Hey, silly girl. I love you, you know that, right?” — Derek Morgan

24 “Hey girl, you’re on speaker. Behave.” “Or what, you’ll spank me?” — Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia

25 “It was once said that love is giving someone the ability to destroy you, but trusting them not to.” — Derek Morgan

26 “Hey baby girl, I need you to work that magic of yours.” “Rub my lamp, release the Genie.” — Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia

27 “You really are afraid of the dark.” “I'm working on that.” “You should work a little harder.” — Derek Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid

28 “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, pump your brakes. What is this about?” — Derek Morgan

29 “Oh, and if you hate sad stories as much as I do, you should leave the room right now, 'cause this is super sad!” — Penelope Garcia

30 “Enchantress of all things possible, use your imagination.” — Penelope Garcia

31 “My least three favorite words strung together: I don't know.” — Penelope Garcia

32 “Hello, my pretties. I have seen the wizard and he granted my wish.” — Penelope Garcia

33 “She knew where to toe the line between right and raunchy.” — Penelope Garcia

34 “OK, let me get you on a secret: Guys, we don’t do well on subtle clues, OK? You got to be direct, straight up. Just tell him exactly what you want!” — Derek Morgan

35 “It’s who you are, Baby Girl. You see the beauty in everything and everyone no matter where you go. That part of you is never gonna change, and I won’t let it.” — Derek Morgan

36 “NAME, people need to know that they're important and sometimes you forget that.” — Hotch

37 “Don't you have something better to do?” “Than to annoy you for three hours? Hell no.” — Hotch and Derek Morgan

38 “I think, deep down, we're all capable of unspeakable things. Where it starts or what you call it, I don't know.” — Hotch

39 “NAME, this is the job, and I need to know that you can be objective.” “And I need to know that I can be human.” — Hotch and Emily Prentiss

40 “Scars show us where we have been, they do not dictate where we are going.” — Rossi

41 “You don't need to do anything you don't want to. Understand?” — Rossi

42 “Just be careful. That ego of yours is going to get you in trouble." — Rossi

43 “Somewhere along the line, I put myself first. I admit it, but I can't go back and change it." — Rossi

44 “It could be that, after all of these years, I rewrote history." — Rossi

45 “Time will pass and slowly you will find how much it hurts. And, maybe, you'll find something else to fill that empty space." — Rossi

46 “Where you headed?” “Nowhere in particular.” “How will you know when you get there?” — Rose and Gideon

47 “Only a man would waste $50 trying to win back that $3 stuffed animal.” — JJ

48 “This is my favorite part. This is where you hang yourself with your own tongue. So, please keep talking.” — JJ

49 “My father/mother believes that children shouldn't be shielded from the realities of the world. I do! Isn't that why we read them fairy tales in the first place?” — JJ

50 “Oh god, please tell me you don't have a crush on a fictional character.” — JJ

51 “You are the best ever.” “Aw, and you're the most perceptive.” — JJ and Garcia

52 “I once dated a guy/girl who washed his/her car more than he/she washed his/her hair.” — JJ

53 “Don't tell me what I want and don't want.” — JJ

54 “You do what it takes to protect your family.” — JJ

55 “Look, I don't speak smartass.” — Michael Russo

56 “How's it having NAME around?” “You can have him/her back whenever you would like.” Hotch and Garcia

57 “So, NAME, when are you and NAME walking down the aisle?” “Hey, whoa, whoa. Baby steps. Baby steps.” “When NAME says "I do", it'll be a national day of mourning for single men/women everywhere.” — Rossi, Morgan and Reid

58 “Ugh! This heat is brutal!” “You know, it isn't so much the heat as it is the humidity.” “At some point, it doesn't matter how you look at it. It all sucks.” — Derek Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid

59 “Need a minute?” “So, so badly.” — Matt Simmons and Penelope Garcia

60 “Hey. I came as soon as I could. What's wrong?” — Matt Simmons

61 “We ask questions, and we come home.” “No creepy weirdness?” “No weirdness.” “Good, 'cause I'm about full up in the creepy weirdness department for one night.” — Matt Simmons and Penelope Garcia

62 “Ooh, what about this one? Sunny, two-bedroom. It's close to work. And it's in your price range.” “NAME, you're moving? You don't like change.” “That's true. Change is my kryptonite. But the apartment is no longer a sanctuary. I have a new neighbor. Window's right here. He enjoys doing naked kung fu. Some things you cannot unsee.” — JJ, Simmons and Garcia

63 “Thank you.” “For what?” “For being you.” “Aw, thanks. I don't know how to be anyone else.” — Emily Prentiss and Dr Spencer Reid

64 “When a woman tells a man about her feelings, she doesn't want him to fix her. She wants him to shut up and listen.” — Emily Prentiss

65 “I just feel I can't understand others' emotions if I don't deal with my own, you know?” “The best way out is always through.” “Too bad it's not always the easiest one.” “You're not kidding.” — Dr Tara Lewis and Rossi

66 “It helps if they think you're crazy. They don't argue.” — Diana Reid

67 “I don’t hate you ... I’m just not necessarily excited about your existence.” — Dr Spencer Reid

68 “There are many paths to the same place. Trust me.” “Just so you know, you sound like a fortune cookie.” — Hotch

69 “I’m always right. Also, you’re secretly in love with me.” — Penelope Garcia

70 “I just gave the bartender my number in Roman numerals. If he/she figures it out, he’s/she’s worth a shot.” — Dr Spencer Reid

71 “Shh, the adults are talking. When it’s your turn to speak, I’ll give you permission. Okay?” — JJ

72 “Hey, mama, tell me something I don’t know.” — Derek Morgan

73 “Talk dirty to me.” — Penelope Garcia

75 “Hey, don’t make me spank you when I get back.” “Don’t listen time him/her, NAME, he’s/she’s all talk.” — Derek Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid

#criminal minds prompts #criminal minds quotes #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #david rossi #derek morgan #dr spencer reid #emily prentiss #jj #aaron hotchner #penelope garcia #nswfish

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thicctails · 4 years

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Cretaeam belua ex Terra

Chapter 1 The End of one Story is the Beginning of another

Meredith coughed, shivering slightly. She glanced over at the makeshift nest beside her, gazing sadly at the tiny form laying within. Her only son, Peter, lay there, unmoving save for his shallow but steady breaths. She ran a thin hand over his small stomach, feeling the ribs that were becoming way too obvious. They stuck out like roots just lightly buried in dirt. She needed to feed him more, or feed him something better, but neither were an option right now. Her baby boy, her precious Star Lord, only 3 years old, would unfortunately probably not make it to his next birthday, unless she somehow managed to miraculously beat the horrid disease wracking her body.

But she knew that wouldn't happen. She could feel it. It crawled through her, destroying anything in its path. It was only a matter of time before her strength gave out, leaving her son alone, destined to a slow death. It made tears well up in her eyes just thinking about it. If only they'd been human, she could have found someone to care for Peter.

'If only they'd been human...'

Meredith pushed herself up, wandering slowly deeper into the cave they were living in. A pile of books sat near a small candle. Laying down, she coughed before reaching for a book near the bottom of the pile. She flipped through its worn pages, looking for a certain page. She paused upon finding, thinking about what she was doing. If she did this, she would be sapped of all her strength, and Peter would finally have to face the inevitable, that she would be gone, and he would be alone. But if she didn't do this, Peter would be alone anyways with no chance of being cared for. At least this way, he would have a fighting chance at having a life.

Summoning her remaining strength, Meredith hauled the heavy book up off the ground and walked over to Peter's bed. Gently, she shook him awake.

"Peter. Peter sweetie wake up." She whispered, fighting back another rib cage rattling cough.

Peter stirred slowly, his thin, bat-like wings stretching out as he roused from slumber. The small, white spots that Meredith always thought looked like stars were just barely visible in the dim light. His large blue eyes blinked owlishly at her.

"Momma? Waah?" He groaned quietly, rubbing his eyes.

"Get up sweetheart, I need to tell you something. Something very important."

Peter sat up at that, trying desperately to rub the sleep from his eyes. He crawled over and flopped into his mother's lap. Meredith smiled and stroked his downy soft hair.

"Do you remember that talk we had? The one where I told you that I wouldn't always be here to take care of you?"

Peter nodded slowly, his face beginning to show mild distress.

"Well... that time has come. But there's something I need to do first, and I need you to promise me something."

Her son's eyes were leaking tears now. He let out a sob and buried his face into his mothers' stomach, not nearly awake or emotionally stable to deal with the information he was being given. He didn't know much, but he knew what his mother's words meant. It meant she would be leaving him alone. Forever.

His mother let him cry. After all, how do you tell a child who has just learned that he is going to lose the only loving figure he's ever known to stop crying?

"Momma, please don't go!" Peter sobbed, his voice shaking. Meredith pet her son's hair, tears dripping down her face.

"Shhh. Hush my child. It'll be okay. I'm going to make sure you aren't left alone." She whispered, before placing her palm flat on Peter's head. His eyes flashed white for a moment, before he collapsed onto her. She could hear bones crack as the spell worked its way through her son's body, changing his appearance. Meredith fell back onto the cave floor, her strength gone. Slowly, she reached over and grabbed her unconscious son's hand, feeling, and smelling, slick blood. She squeezed it gently, before moving to the back of the cave and laying down, closing her eyes for the last time.

Yondu stepped of his M-Ship, breathing in the damp night air. It was chilly out, so his breath was visible as he strode through the grassy field. He had been given some coordinates as to the boy's general location was, although they seemed rather odd. The coordinates led to a thick, dark forest, filled with tall evergreens. It was dark enough that Yondu had trouble seeing where he was going, cursing a few times along the way when he stubbed his toe or tripped. How did a Terran live in this mess? It was all brambles and branches.

Yondu paused as a familiar, iron tinged scent struck his nose. He flicked open the holster of his arrow just in case things got bad. He crept closer to the entrance of a cave, but paused when he saw what was in front of him. It was a small child, small enough that Yondu instinctively looked around for other Terrans. But he found none, only a thin, crumpled heap next to the boy's unconscious form. Blood surrounded the child, seeping through his clothes and staining the ground. Yondu closed the distance and knelt down, searching for a pulse. He found one, strong and quick despite the child's appearance. As gently as he could, Yondu picked the boy up, and let out a surprised curse when he felt how light the child was. Had his mother been starving the kid? Where was his mother?

Looking beyond where the child had been laying, Yondu could see a still, crumpled form that reeked of blood and sickness. Not a single wisp of movement could be sensed from her form. Yondu didn't bother going over to check her pulse. He slid a small satchel off of his shoulder and packed a few items into it. Some blankets, a book on Terran biology he found near the back of the cave, and finally, a small contraption that the child had on his person. A sort of headpiece attached to some kind if electronic.

Readjusting the sleeping child in his arms as gently as he could, he began to walk back to his M-Ship. But before he could reach the tree line, a low growl sounded out. Tensing, he spun on one foot to look behind him. 3 pairs of glowing green eyes stared straight at Yondu from the shadows of the forest. No, not at him, but at the kid in his arms. More growls began to rumble out, and large, clawed paws began to appear from the shadows. Yondu narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, ready to whistle a tune that would send his Yaka arrow straight through these beasts' hearts, when the growling stopped. The creatures backed away as their eyes widened. They disappeared from sight moments later. Yondu cocked his head slightly. It wasn't unusual for animals to be afraid of his arrow, but he had never seen anyone who didn't know him personally recognize what his whistle meant.

Shaking it off, Yondu made his way back through the forest and to his ship. The ship activated its tractor beam, and within seconds he was back on the main part of the ship, near the pilot's chairs. Kraglin was sleeping soundly in the co-pilot chair. Yondu smacked the Xandarian on the back of the head as he passed. Kraglin snorted and blinked, glancing over at the Captain. He sucked in a breath when he saw the small thing clinging to Yondu's coat.

"Cap'n! Is that the cargo?!" He exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline.

"Yeah. You got a problem wit that Kraglin?" Yondu asked, starting up the engines.

"No, but Cap'n... he's so little." Kraglin said quietly.

"You going soft on me Krags?" The Captain growled.

Kraglin shook his head, but he kept sneaking glances at the sleeping boy the whole trip back to the Eclector. When they arrived, some of the crew had come to greet them.

Horuz cocked an eye at the sight of his captain holding a small bundle of clothing tucked up against his chest. It was only when the bundle move did he realise what Yondu was holding.

Now, being small and underfed was nothing new when it came to Ego's children, but Horuz could not remember the last time he had seen a child look so... skeletal. The child looked barely alive, breaths coming in slow and shallow, and exiting with a soft wheeze. He showed no signs of stirring as Yondu handed the child to his first mate, nor when Kraglin clumsily readjusted him in his arms. So, it came as a surprise when the child bolted awake when Yondu placed the translator onto his head.

The Terran froze, seemingly paralyzed by fear. Wide, fearful eyes darted around at the strange new people. He was shaking now, completely overwhelmed by all the new sights and faces, not to mention the complete lack of familiar faces. Horuz felt sorry for the young boy, most children they had picked up had been at least 3 years older than... Peter, was it? He couldn't quite remember exactly what the file had said, only that his mother had fallen ill, and that the child's name was Peter.

Skyyar, a particularly nasty V'tyana, sniffed at the child. Peter, deciding that Kraglin was a far more comforting presence than Skyyar, whimpered and hid his face in the Ravager's jacket, curling up into an even smaller ball.

"Hrmmm. Thisss one sssmellsss of weaknessesss. Perhapssss we should jussst eat him inssstead." The green, snake-like creature hissed, sticking out his forked tongue. Yondu growled.

"You say that EVERY DAMN TIME SKYYAR! For the last time, we DON'T eat cargo!" The captain snapped. The reptilian humanoid bowed his head, but flicked his gaze back towards Peter, discreetly wetting the scales around his mouth.

Yondu turned his attention to the boy curled into his first mate's chest, placing a hand on the quaking child's back. Peter flinched and his gaze snapped to Yondu, his pupils like pinpricks as he stared at the Captain. The child had begun to silently sob, fear gripping his heart in it's crushing grip.

"Easy there Petey. Skyyar's jus' bee'n a as-er, jerk. Ain't nobody gonna eat ch'a." He soothed. Yondu was tempted to threaten to eat the boy himself, but he had a feeling, with how young and truly afraid Peter was, that doing so could only end very, very badly. He glared at the rest of the present crew. "And can I trust that my crew can make that a well-known fact?" He asked, already knowing the answer, but looking for confirmation anyways.

Horuz and the other crewmates nodded immediately, while Skyyar hesitated, only briefly, before nodding as well. Kraglin narrowed his eyes at the V'tyana but said nothing. Instead, he jerked his head towards the ceiling. Yondu nodded and handed him the satchel. Kraglin slid it onto his shoulder and headed further into the Elector, missing the hungry eyes that followed the child in his arms.

O.O whats this? A GotG fic, on my good Transformers blog? Its more likely than you think. 👀👀👀

#gotg fic #gotg au #gotg fanfiction #young peter quill #peter quill #Merideth quill #yondu #yondu fanfiction #yondu udonta #momma kraglin #kraglin #kraglin obfonteri #fic

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fanwarriorfictions · 5 years

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A Stranger Things Fanfic

Chapter Two- Part Two

Phina sits awkwardly in the back seat of Barb's car. Not wanting to be there at all. They drove towards Steve's house, the houses in the area becoming bigger and more separated. They were in the rich side of Hawkins, where people like the oh so lovely Harrington's lived.

"Barb, pull over," Nancy suddenly says.

"What?" Barb asks.

"Pull over," Nancy repeats.

Barb does what she's told and parks the car on the side of the road, "What are we doing here, his house it three blocks away."

Phina sits forward so she's apart of the conversation, "Yeah, if I'm gonna be dragged here, I at least want to drive all the way there."

"We can't park in the driveway," Nancy says.

Phina rolls her eyes as Barb says, "are you serious?"

"This is so stupid, I'm just gonna drop you off," Barb says.

"Barb, come on. You promised that you'd go, you're coming, we're gonna have a great time," Nancy said.

"He just wants to get in your pants," Barb exclaimed.

"No he doesn't," Nancy smiled.

"Yeah he does Nance," Phina piped in, "that's literally all he wants. Like, legitimately all he wants."

"He invited you to his house, his parents are not home, come on you are not this stupid," Barb adds.

"Tommy H and Carol are going to be there," Nancy tries to reason.

"Tommy and Carol have been having sex since 7th grade," Barb says.

"Yeah, it'll probably be like a big orgy, which I do not want to be a part or even a witness of," Phina agrees with Barb, adding in a little gag for emphasis.

Nancy scoffs, "gross."

"I'm serious," Barb says.

"All right well, you guys can be like my guardians," Nancy smiles at them, starting to take her shirt off, "all right. Make sure I don't get drunk and do anything stupid."

Nancy completely takes her shirt off and Barb looks at her, "is that a new bra?"

Nancy looks at Barb, then Phina, before looking back down, "no."

"Liar," Phina laughs, she knew for a fact it was, because Phina had been there when she bought it.

"Shut up," Nancy laughs back and turns around to playfully hit her sister.

The three girls stand at Steve's doorway and Nancy rings the bell. Barb shuffles nervously for a few seconds which causes Nancy to look at her.

"Barb, chill."

"I'm chill," Barb says quietly.

"I'm not, I don't want to be here," Phina snorts.

The doors open at that moment, and Steve looks at all of them, his eyes meeting Phina's. Her eyes were already lit with up like fire, and he didn't know why that made him want to squirm.

"Hello ladies," he smirks, trying to put on his I don't care attitude.

"Hello asshole," Phina smirks back before pushing past him and into his house.

"Phina!" Nancy shrieks.

"No no Nance. I probably deserved that," Steve laughs.

"Damn straight," Phina mumbles.

Steve leads the girls out to his backyard, which has a steaming pool in it. Phina quickly finds a chair and sits in it trying to avoid Tommy and Carol. Barb copies her, looking extremely uncomfortable. Tommy grabs Carol and pretends he was going to throw her into the pool. She lets out a high pitched scream.

Tommy lifts her up and counts, "one, two three!"

"You're such an asshole!" Carol shrieks at Tommy.

Steve suddenly stands up with a beer, shotgunning the entire thing. Phina glared at the back of his head the whole time, silently calling him every nasty word she could think of. He pretends like he doesn't feel the heat of her gaze on him and smirks.

He falls down into a lounging chair and Nancy smiles at him, "is that supposed to impress me?"

"You're not," he asks, as cocky as ever.

Nancy smiles, "you are a cliche, you do realize that?"

"You are a cliche, with what. Your grades, and your band practice," he fires back, lightning a cigarette.

Nancy laughs, "so not in band."

"Ok, party girl, why don't you just show us how it's done then," he says, handing her the knife.

Phina rolls her eyes as Nancy agrees. She knew her sister wanted to impress Steve, and that clouded any and all reason that she had. Her sister had only ever had a glass of champagne on New Years, if she thought she could keep up with Steve, and his little cronies, she was way out of her league.

"You gotta make a little hole, right at the bottom," Steve said.

"I got it," Nancy said, proud of herself.

"Yeah, she's smart, you douche," Tommy laughed and crushed a beer can on his forehead, and throwing it at the ground.

And you're definitely not, Phina thought to herself in answer.

Nancy made the hole and started to drink, Steve started chanting, "chug, chug, chug."

Tommy and Carol joined in, their voice growing louder and louder, making Phina glare at them. She had been glaring a lot that night, she wouldn't be surprised if she got stuck like that.

Nancy finished drinking and dropped the can, taking a bow. Phina, for the tenth time since she got here, rolled her eyes, again, she thought she'd get stuck like that. Steve saw her do this and got an idea, one that he surely thought would put her in her place.

"What, think you can do better, red?"

Phina glared at him, "I know I could."

"Then do it," Steve challenged her, the tone of his voice striking her ego.

Phina's eyes were an emerald fire, burning Steve as they searched his own eyes. Phina stood up quickly and grabbed the beer and knife, she'd done this before, multiple times actually, the first time being at a party she snuck away to a few summers ago. Her and Jonathan had gotten into a fight that night, so she wanted to take her anger out. She went to the party to get wasted and get in a fight, both of which she'd exceeded in doing.

She made the hole in the can and started to drink, the bitter liquid sliding across her tongue. Everyone was silent as she drank, tension building in the air. She finished faster the both Nancy and Steve.

Everyone was quiet as she threw the beer down, and bowed to Steve mockingly, a vicious smirk on her lips, "told you."

Steve watched her closely, almost as if he was trying to read her. He couldn't, no, she surrounded her self in a shield of vicious confidence that irked Steve. Her ego matched his and they were a nuclear bomb just waiting to go off whenever they were near each other.

Phina scowled at him, not liking the way he tried to see past her walls. She had spent years building them up, and she was not about to let some stupid jock get past them.

Nancy then stepped in, trying to diffuse the tension in the air, "Barb do you want to try."

"No, no I don't want to, thanks," Barb tried to say.

Phina broke eye contact with Steve when she heard the uncomfortable tone in Barb's voice. Her eyes softened, the fire dying out.

"Come on," Nancy said.

"Nance, I didn't want to," Barb pleaded.

Phina shook her head at Nancy, "she doesn't want to Nance, leave her alone."

"Come on, its fun," Nancy ignored Phina, grabbing the knife from her sister's hand.

"Nance," Barb pleaded again.

Nancy bent over, grabbing a beer from and put the beer and knife in Barb's hand, "just give it a shot."

Barb stood up reluctantly, "ok."

Phina silently cursed Nancy and looked at Barb worriedly. Barb was definitely not the type of girl to do things like this, and Phina was angry at her sister for not caring about her best friends feelings.

Barb put the knife to the beer, mumbling slightly. She pressed the knife down and it slid, cutting her thumb.

"Are you ok," Nancy asked.

Phina walked over to help, "Barb!"

"I'm fine."

"You're bleeding," Nancy said, trying to grab Barb's hand.

"I'm fine," Barb said sternly, she turns towards Steve, "where's your bathroom?"

He stands up and awkwardly gives her directions to the bathroom, Barb leaves and disappears into the house. It's quiet for a moment, before Tommy decides to push Carol into the pool. She starts yelling at him, but he dives in after her, silencing her with the giant splash of water.

Steve pushes Nancy in and turns towards Phina. She scowls at him, which he answers with an infuriating smirk.

"You push me in, I'll cut off all your hair," is all she says.

"It'll grow back," he shrugs and hauls her over his shoulder, jumping into the pool.

Phina's head comes out of the water and she gasps for air. She turns around to yell at Steve, but he tackles her back underwater. He holds her around her waist, keeping her below the water. Her skin grows hot beneath his touch, her anger like a fire in her veins. The heat radiating off of her was actually uncomfortably warm, unnatural. He loosens his arms, just enough for her to escape.

Phina pushes him away and resurfaces, finding her sister laughing at her. Steve comes out up and she turns to him, absolutely livid.

"I'm going to kill you," she shouts.

"Come at me then red," he jokes, already pushing the feel of her warm skin beneath his hands from his mind.

He goes over to Nancy, still smirking at Phina until he pulls Nancy into his arms. They turn away from Phina and she angerly gets out of the pool. No one chooses to care.

"Nancy, I'm going home, don't worry I'll still cover for you," Phina says, even though Nancy doesn't even notice. She grabs a towel and Storms towards the gate, again, no one chooses to notice.

Steve does notice though. He watches as she leaves through the back gate, glancing behind her one last time. Their eyes meet and she glares at him before walking through the gate and slamming it harshly.

Steve winces a little. He was used to her anger, he had been a victim of it ever since their sixth grade year when Carol had gone a little to far while bullying Phina, but this was different. His heart actually stuttered slightly when she glared at him, feeling guilty for making her upset. Why? He had no clue, none whatsoever.

Phina walks down the road, kicking a rock as she goes. She shivers as the cold sets in, her entire body shaking. She glances down at her tattoo and shakes her head, not here, she thinks to herself. Phina lets her eyes travel, looking for somewhere secure.

Her eyes find an opening into the thick trees of the forest, where she knew a shortcut to her house was at, where she knew no one would see her. Once she'd walked far into the dense forest, she closed her eyes and focused.

Jonathan walked back to his car, his camera hanging from his neck, as he looked back into the forest one last time, hoping to see Will, he saw a golden light shining deep in the heart of the forest. It shinned brightly for a few moments, before disappearing all together.

Jonathan turned towards his car, and convinced himself it wasn't real.

On the other side of her short cut, Phina emerged from the forest, completely dry.

-1921 words-

#steve harrington #steve harrington x oc #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #strangerthingsfanfic #strangerthings #slow burn #romance #one

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eustasshoney · 6 years

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Sticking these two together guys! Second anon, you didn't specify scenario or hcs, so I'll do hcs! If u want a scenario, lemme know and I'll do it!

Also "little metallic angry tulip bastard ass," I want a tshirt with this on 👏😂

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Shy S/O hcs who spoils him:

Kidd is gonna love this boi lets be honest.

Sure Kidd digs a partner who's all bad mouthed and outgoing but just take a second to imagine this A-grade asshole with a little sweetie he can corrupt, embarrass and tease.

Now imagine that little sweetie being all over and telling him how great he is and spoiling him.

Hell yeah.

Having a small S/O who is always telling him,

"Kidd, you're so strong!"

"You're so handsome~"

"You're amazing! No one else is above you!"

God, his ego is gonna inflate and he'll live for it.

Honestly, he's more for the compliments then he is actual gifts, but that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate them.

He's all for that whiskey, son.

If you really wanna get him a gift he'll like

Get him something you can both enjoy

If you catch my drift 🤷‍♀️

Jealousy HC's:

Kidd is the definition of "that person ain't technically mine, but they're mine, so back off."

If he sees anyone flirting with his love interest, this boy is gonna go mental.

He will not stand for this mutiny.

Catch a vein ticking in his forehead, and his arms bulging like a god damn angry bull. Nostrils flaring and all.

But tbh... Kidd isn't shy or coy. If he starts liking someone, the second he recognises his feelings, he's gonna get his flirt game on.

He doesn't really leave enough time between his attraction and asking them out for jealousy.

But should it happen...

It'll be what drives him to ask the person out.

He'll straight up barge over, shove whoever out the way, drag you off and be all,

"Why go for that shrimp dick when you can have my sexy ass?"

(Mnh yaaass honey 🤙)

It'll be quite funny. The boy won't realise how comical his jealousy is.

Just don't laugh at him for it.

It'll be your own fault if he loses his temper 😂

#eustass kidd #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #headcanons #op #fluff #funny #hes a tsuntsun is2fg

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joneswilliam72 · 5 years

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A Conversation with DJ Muggs: "I've got so much inspiration that's already been downloaded into me it'll take me 25 lifetimes to get it all out."

DJ Muggs has had a hell of a year. Hell, DJ Muggs has had a hell of a few decades. Once, and perhaps still, best known as the beatsmith for Cypress Hill, Muggs has never lost that spark. While many producers his age have either slowed to a near stop, or at least more than choosy with a project every several years, Muggs doesn’t seem to have an off switch. Linking up with the likes of GZA in the mid to late 2000’s, the super-producer reemerged in 2017, crafting an excellent LP (and EP in 2018) for Meyhem Lauren, plugging away ever since, linking up with Roc Marciano last year, as well.

2019 looks to be the busiest year of his lengthy career to date. Having released two albums this month, the strong Hell’s Roof with Eto, and the superb Tuez-Les Tous with Mach-Hommy, Muggs shows no signs of slowing, with even more music planned for later in the year. Read on for his reveals of those, his thoughts on his recent work, what he looks for in a recording partner, what keeps him going and inspired, what he thought of that Eminem line about him, and much, much more in our extended conversation with the indefatigable veteran.

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[Skipping intro chatter]

So you're known for collaborating with so many different people, how do you go about choosing who you want to work with?

Man, you know, a lot of people hit me up, and then I meet people through people, and then it comes down to, like, who do I click with as a human being, man. I can't just work with people. I can send you a beat for a song, but I can't just sit and work with you, and put time into a fuckin' album, and you ain't...and I don't connect with you on a human level. This ain't about work for me, I don't need to do this shit, you know what I mean? I do this for the art, man. I make money doing business, you know what I mean? I been doing this so long, so it's just like...if I think you're talented, that's the first part, boom! Then if we kick it and everything's dope, and then we do a song, and everything's cool...if you're cool, then we take it further.

I hear that. So you kinda already answered this, but is it people reaching out to you, or do you sometimes reach out to folk you want to work with?

Umm...I don't really reach out like that, man. I mean...nah, it's kind of a neutral thing. It's not like I hit someone up like, "Hey, you wanna work?" I don't do that shit. I might hit somebody up and say, "Hey, I'm doing a project, are you down to do a song for this project?" I'll reach out to people like that, you know, through a mutual friend, have a friend hook it up. If we connect on a project and everything's good, then, you know, everybody got their head on straight and motha fuckas act right and they don't think they're superstars and they don't got fuckin' egos, and they fuckin' have respect, then we can pursue, we can go a little bit further from there, you know what I mean? But I don't really care if you rap, if you dope, I don't care. Nah, man, who cares. Just be cool.

So when did you first hear Mach-Hommy? Did he reach out to you or had you already heard his music?

Nah, I met Mach through a mutual friend, Meyhem Lauren, and we was just talkin' about nutrition. And vitamins and fuckin vegatarinsim, and being healthy and shit. We connected on some shit like that, cuz I'm into health and fitness, ya know? And Mach is. Just talkin' about supplements and vegetarian and Himalyan sea salts, ya know what I mean? Fuckin' tumeric and anti-inflammatory properties in certain things. You know what I'm sayin'? You gotta eat your medicine, man. You eat good, you won't even need that other shit. We talked about that shit. And that was for a while. Then it was, um, I was like, 'Yo, I'm doing this project, Mach. I'm doing this Soul Assassins record. You know, can I get you on a few things?' He was like, 'Absolutely.' So I sent him the tracks and he banged 'em out, and that was like the start of it. Then, from there, we just started, I just started sending him the music. And, um, we started chippin' away. Then eventually I went out to where he stayed, went out there and worked with him for about a week, came back, worked, went back out there again and then...[long pause] We got a lot of shit. We got like 30 songs recorded. So we got a couple of albums done already.

Damn. So is there gonna be a part two?

There might be a part three!

So when you guys first linked up, you were in New York?

Yeah, New York. We recorded out there, too.

When you guys first got in the studio, was the energy there right away, or did you take your time and ease into it?

He'd just go, 'That's the one right there.' And wrote the shit in like 20 minutes and laid it in one take. Goes, 'What else you got?' So I'm like, 'How 'bout this one?' 'Nah, not that one.' 'How 'bout this?' 'Not that one.' 'How about this one?' 'That's the one right there.' And, then, BOOM. Did the same shit again, wrote that shit in about 20 minutes, you know what I mean? We went down the block, me, him and Mey went and got a green juice, came back, laid the vocals and in one take, and shit was done. I just went and mixed it after that.

When it comes to this project - or any of your recent projects, whether with Eto, or Roc, or so on, are you crafting beats on the spot to fit the artist or is it more of a RZA during the classic Wu run, letting artists choose from the collection?

Well, like, once I sit with you and dial your style in, once I lock in, I can make beats for you all day, but sometimes it takes me a minute to dial you in, out here what you usually do....sometimes I don't know you yet, so I'm trying to give you what you do until I know you. Then once I dial something in and I hear you enough, I can go, 'Oh, this is what you need.' Sometimes that comes quick, sometimes it takes a little bit of work, you know what I mean? Like for Eto, I sent him a track, and Meyhem actually hooked me up with Eto, as well. So I sent Eto that track from the Soul Assassins record, and it was fire. Then, after that, you know, we was like, doing songs and they was cool, there were some good songs in there, but then Eto came to L.A. and we got in the lab, and, um, we threw 8 out of the 12 songs in the trash that he'd recorded, and recorded 8 new songs, in like 4 days. Then he went back, and I went, 'We need one more session, my nigga.' Then he flew back to LA another time, and we threw about six of those away and we did six new ones, oh, 4 I mean, not 6, and that's the album you get now. Cuz that's when I dialed Eto in, and it was like, "Oh, shit," it was better sittin' in the same room, because I've got thousands and thousands of beats, how many can I email you, you know?

I'm gonna email you 5, I'm not gonna email you 40 beats. But when you sit with me, I'll play you shit, and you'll go, 'I like that one.' And I'm like, "Word? I woulda never sent you that shit.' That was most of the project with Eto, I would not have sent him three quarters of those beats, and then when he was sittin' with me, I was like, 'Okay, cool.' And we dialed that shit in. There's nothing like being in the same room workin' with people, man. This is an energy exchange, you know what I mean? You can get shit done over the email, especially once you lock shit in, but sittin' in the room, havin' those ideas? Those subtle things that happen in between big moments? Even working on the album, man, it's like...a lot of the magic happens when you ain't recording. When you watching TV, when you talkin' shit, discussing current events or whatever. A lot of shit happens in all that space, you feel me?

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I do. Kinda jumping around, but how did you go about choosing the sound for Tuez-Les Tous?

It just happened. It just unfolded as were recording. I was givin' Mach songs, and he was killin 'em, and then I was just like, 'Oh, shit'. Boom. I took most of the songs we'd recorded and was like, 'This is the first record.' And there's songs that are incredible, retarded, but I saved 'em for the next record.

You've got me hyped for that now. Okay, I know it's hard to choose, but do you have a favorite beat from the project?

I do not. Nah, everything's my favorite while I'm making it, then I'll jump around cuz I get tired of somethin', cuz I heard it so much, then I won't listen to it, then I'll come back and listen to it in a few weeks, and it'll be my favorite. When I'm makin' projects now, I make the record so the record works as a project, ya know? I do not have a favorite song, I love all this fuckin' whole record, I love.

So, Hommy's the type to go right at a beat?

Well, yeah, those ones. I'm sure sometimes he thinks, 'Let me sit with this one for a minute.' Like I could just do the thing that came to mind, but this one's gonna need a little more care and thought put into it. We got those as well. There isn't just a cookie cutter way to do this, you know what I mean? Everything inspires its own way. There's many ways to approach...Mach has a lot of ways to approach shit, and I have a lot of ways to approach things. Every moment's different, man. I like things to happen organically. I don't like to know what's next. I like to...I like the unexpected. I try to work outside of my comfort zone, constantly, when I work with different artists. Cuz it's easy to work in your comfort zone. Shit gets boring. Like I'm bored of this shit...so I stay out and push shit, push the edges, try shit.

Most of the features came from Mach's crew, did he have a vision where he wanted his people on it, or did you guys consider some of the big names you've worked with?

Nah, not at all. Mach pretty much, except for Meyhem, I put Mey on this joint! Cuz Mey was at my studio, but everything else Mach pretty much handled the features. And I dig Cheeko and Kung Fuu, cuz I like features of unknown people, but that are dope. Cuz it gives this record this other edge other than, "Oh I expected that, I expected that, I expected that.' I think the features, the selection of the features, was spot on for this record, it was just enough to add a different spice to the flavor and the texture. But, you know, it's still basically just cemented as a Mach-Hommy album. It isn't like a feature heavy record. I can't stand albums that have fuckin' 15 features. You know what I mean? Mach holds it down, and then you throw in a little flavor here and there for a bit of variety. Then Mach comes back on and you're like, "Yeuhhhhh. Fuck." That's what features are supposed to do, man. Add some color to your record, they're not supposed to take over your fuckin' project.

I think Fahim is real nice.

I like how Fahim rhymes. I like Fahim as a human being. His work ethic is, like, impeccable. The kid fuckin' works hard, man.

You ever think about linking up with him?

Yeah, we did a project when I was out there last time, so...I was actually recording. I had rented this big ass loft that had a basement, and I recorded, I was recording with Mach, and, you know, a few of the guests we have on the next project, and then, um, Fahim went down to the basement, and I gave him beats, and he recorded like 12 days in 3 days. So we have a whole project. I haven't unpacked and worked on it yet, because I'm tryin' get this Crimeapple release ready for May, maybe May. I've got finish mixing it and sequence it, once I sequence it I'm gonna go back and get that Fahim record ready.

I'm real glad you guys linked up for that.

Yeah, man. I'd known Fahim over the Internet, but when I met the kid, I was like, 'This kid's cool as fuck, and he works hard.' Got respect, so I was like, 'Let's kill 'em.' This music's so easy for me, dawg. So easy it's boring. So when you get to work with good human, man, and hang out with 'em, that's what makes it...that's what keeps me goin', man.

The skit on the Mach record that talks about consciousness, where did that come from?

I don't remember, to tell you the truth. Mach sent me most of those interludes. I usually...usually I do all that shit. But I was like, 'Yo, Mach, if you get any time to send me some interludes, please...send me some interludes!' Usually when I say that, some artists send me two or three, some send one, some don't. Some send me some shit that don't work. Mach sent me shit that was just fire, and on point. I've got like 30 more, everything he sends is boom. We just from the same mental plain, you know what I mean? When there's that same magnetic strip, when you're on that same magnetic strip with someone, shit just locks in.

Did you think about putting B-Real on either of these projects?

Yeah, definitely. I always think about puttin' B-Real on everything. But B-Real's...it's just timing, man, between family, and traveling, and working, and different cities we're in, probably the seventh project he's working on, and me, it just comes down to timing and space, ya know what I mean? Cuz I hit B-Real every now and then to get on some shit, and he gets on 'em when he can, and sometimes he's just busy and he don't get to it.

So who would you think about linking up with next, or what else do you have cooking?

Nah, man. Usually when I do interviews I don't even tell you what I do next, cuz it's like, let's focus on this, but I already let you know I got Crimeapple and I got a Fahim record in the bed. I think that's more than some motha fuckas are doing in their whole career. That's already six projects I got comin' up this year.

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Just out of curiosity, you've got these projects with Eto and Mach, and these others coming up, are you intentionally trying to explore work with younger artists, or has that just kinda been how it shook out?

Cooool motha fuckas that gots shit. Ya know, it isn't that...whether it's an OG or not, cuz I'd work with a Raekwon tomorrow, I'd work with a Ghostface tomorrow, but it's just about who am I gonna connect with, what's organic, what's easy. I'm not gonna go lookin' for people, and callin' em, and callin' their managers. This shit's gotta click. If it just doesn't happen, if it doesn't click, and it ain't easy, I got no time, man. Even if it clicks, but it's difficult? I got no time, man. I do this for art, man. I'm fuckin' rich as fuck, I do what the fuck I want, when I want, how I want. So, when I decide to spend my time and my energy to work with a human being, it has to be cool and a good fuckin' time for me, man. Cuz it ain't worth it. What am I gonna make, $4000, $5000 off this shit? It don't even pay my rent, you feel me? I just wanna have a good time and work with good artists and make some art. On the real. If we can click and have some vibes and build somethin', you know, maybe build a fuckin' franchise? Let's go. I know how that feels. You gotta be patient, shit takes a minute.

Is there a moment where you know you click with someone enough to record with?

That's a rhetorical question, right? You know the answer. When you click with a human being, you're like, 'Damn, I feel like I've known this fool for a while.' Some humans, man, it's just like...you click. I don't click with everyone, man, but when I do, friendships man, I hold good people tight for this journey of life, man. You come across a lot of people, but it's few and far between when you come across great human beings, and when you do, you keep 'em close. But on the work level, yeah, I can tell. I do a song with you, I see how you act. A couple of weeks go by, I can tell if I wanna fuck whichu or not. Then, if there's any bullshit, I just click and keep it moving. To work with a creative being that's dope, man, to get in there and do some shit? Ay. A good time, man.

Just as a personal plea, you gotta work with Sticky Fingaz, man. One of the most underrated, I don't know why he hasn't really had a presence in years.

Mannn, I don't know, he better go build his presence up, then. That's probably not gonna happen. One thing is, you gotta go...they gotta create their own energy, I can't just...this has nothing to do with the guy you just mentioned, but when I look for artists, and I click with someone, they gotta have a net out there where they're creating energy. You gotta be puttin' in work and doing somethin'. If you're dope, ok, but what are you doin'? If you're cool, and we click, and you're creating energy, if you've got a little bit of work, and you're trying to create momentum: ok, let's push this shit, and make that momentum bigger. Everything's...there's no answer, there's no cookie cutter answer. Everything's its own unique thing. There's a lot of fuckin' variables with human beings. I'd rather hang out with my kids and my dogs or go chill at the beach than sit in the fuckin' studio with someone I don't really care for. I don't really need the money, so what the fuck am I doing it for, right? It's like, 'I'm cool on that.' Some of the kids I work with, this is their life, and some are just doin' it for fun, too, cuz they have other stuff. But it's like, 'I'm good, man'. Every goal I've ever had, I've reached, with my music, and my life. So...now it's just being a master. Being Salvidor Dali. Being Picasso. Takin' this to the next level. It's time to inspire the youth. Help these kids along, and show 'em the business, and show 'em how it works, show 'em how to make records, help them get they shit on point, you know what I mean?

So with Eto, you said you got linked up by Meyhem, but were you familiar with his music? Do you have a memory of hearing these kids for the first time, whether Eto or Mach?

Nah, I'd never heard Eto. So I was done...I had finished some project, and I was like, 'What am I gonna do now?' So I was like, 'Ay, Mey, you know anybody that's dope, and kinda new, different?' He was like, 'Man, let me think about it.' He hit me a couple days later, 'Yo, I know this kid Eto from Rochester.' 'Word? Send him this beat, homes.' So he sent him the beat for 'Ducksauce', and he sent it back to me, and I was all, 'This shit's dope.' And I played it for my homies around the studio, and everyone was buggin' out like, 'Who the fuck is that? Who the fuck is that?' 'It's this kid Eto.'

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So, you know, and then, I'm like, 'Eto, come to New York, man', cuz he's in Rochester. We shot the video in New York, and then when I clicked, when I hooked up with Eto, I thought, 'This kid's cool as fuck, man.' So I was like, 'Let's starting working on some other shit and see what comes out of it.' I don't say, 'Let's do an album,' I said, 'Let's start workin' on some shit and see what happens.' You feel me? And then we go into it like that, and, yo, man, Et's fuckin' smart, creative, talented, he's a gentleman, you know what I mean? I have mad respect, man, love for the brother. He came out here and hung out with my family, my friends, all my friends love him and shit, you know what I mean? That's a good human being right there, man. Let's get in and create some fuckin' history, Eto.

The more I get into an artist, the more I try to get to know them, and then just draw from their personalities, and draw from what they're into, and like...the more I know you, you'll notice, the more I'll pull from that. Do you feel me? I think the last four beats I made for Eto, he sat beside me, I was like, 'I hear you like these drums?' 'Yep.' 'Well, you like this?' 'Yep.' And I just made it, I made all the beats right then, in front of him. He knows what he wants. It's good when an artist knows what they want. Sometimes you gotta tell 'em what they need to get better, and it's good when they listen. Because I just wanna make 'em bigger and better, and soften the face they've always created. But when a motha fucka don't listen, and think they know, but they don't know, aw, man, it's like, 'You trippin' homes.'

So what was the vibe going into the project with Eto, did he know exactly what he wanted already, or did you guys feel it out?

Well, first I asked him, 'Yo, do you got any titles for the album?' Because I like to get a name of a record or...a picture of the album cover before I start, because usually it gives me the vibe of the project. So I was like, 'What do they call your neighborhood, and what's goin' on up there?,' because I wanted to tap into Eto's identity, and make his identity better. He was like, 'They call my neighborhood, or Rochester, where he's from, Hell's Roof. Like they standin' on top of hell, and I'm like, 'Ooh, that's ill, let's roll with that.' But I think Eto's album cover has been the hardest album cover I'd had so far. Usually, I hit my dudes up, my two or three people, and they dial the record in quick. Or I'll have the idea. But, man, nobody could get this record right. Everyone was tryna do a devil and a roof, and I'm like, 'Yo, noooo, man. I don't want nothing to do with a fuckin' roof or nothin' like that, it needs to be more abstract, more surreal. And everybody was comin' with that shit. I couldn't get it right. Then, the last minute, we reached out to somebody who knew somebody on the Internet, and this kid, the first thing he sent was, like, fire. I'm like, 'Aw, fuck. Yo, that's ill.'

Since you took us there, how did you choose the title and art for the Hommy project?

Kill 'Em All is a title I thought would be good for Mach, and so...Kill 'Em All was the title, but then I went in like, 'Ok, that's kinda cool', but I translated it in Latin, French, and Russian. Then I sent it to Mach and I go, 'Why don't we do the first one we'll do the French version, and the second one a Latin version, and so on, and he goes, 'Yeah, the French one,' and I go, 'Aight, cool.' And then, you know, we'll do part two, the next one, but you know that's pretty much how we dialed that in.

The covers are done for the next two already. But this one was more funk rock style. I wanted it to be punk, everything about this record to be punk rock. So I was like, 'Yo, I want this shit to be mad punk rock.' So my boy Skinhead Rob, from The Transplants, you familiar with them? He did the cover for me. 'Mach, send me a photo,' so he sent one from his iPhone, and I went outside and took a picture on my phone, and I sent em to Rob, and Rob goes to fuckin', he does it the old school way, he goes to Kinkos, and xeroxes the picture, and xeroxes a bunch of other pictures, and goes back with the razor and starts cutting the pictures out and laying it out. And that's how he did the cover. And he did the letters, and Mach was like, 'Let's do em, let's change the letters to this style,' so, you know, Rob had to go back and get the letters, xeroxed em again [Laughs] You feel me? We tried doing it in the computer, but there's somethin' about the layers and the textures when you really cut it out and lay things on top of each other. It's real subtle, but it fuckin' pops. The depth and feel that you don't get in the computer. So Rob went and did that, and fuckin' killed. Killed that cover.

So were you recording these projects around the same time?

Yeah, they were going off each other. When I work with somebody like Mach, the motha fucka is so dope, and so inspiring to work with, with Mach, with Mey, I'll sit here and make six, seven beats in a day, and be hittin' beats all day, because you get in the zone, when you lock in. Once I get in that zone, it's killer. So, boom. I had did the Eto record, I was workin' on the Mach, well, what it is, it goes like this usually: I'll start a record, right when that record's almost done, I'm beginning other records, but it's almost like, 'Here's some tracks for you guys.' And they're workin' on songs, and he's workin' on songs, but then I'm mixing the other project, and then after I mix it, and master it, I start divin' into these other projects right away, like really goin' in hard. So, finishing the songs and stuff, when I'm finishing them, the project that I'd just finished before, I'm doing the marketing and promotion, right? So it kinda flows. As soon as Mach's record was turned in, as soon as the master was done, that's when I really turned the Crimeapple on full, all day, like, boom, let me finish this now. Got all the songs together and started finishin' em. Everything rolls over.

Especially as you were creating around the same time, did they feed off each other? How would you say the projects differ from each other?

Just different MCs, different people, they look different, they sound different. They're nothing alike, their personalities and the way you rhyme is gonna bring life to the record, you know what I mean? You know, it's funny, cuz people will be like, 'Why'd you give em this beat?, Why you give him that beat?' I don't pick the fuckin' beats. So if anybody ever picks a beat that's wack, I didn't pick it. You pick the beat, you feel me? I'll play you a thousand beats, you pick what you want. Everybody picks what they wanna rap on. I'll have ideas, which direction we should go in sometimes, but for the most part, everybody picks the beats they want. Mach's probably one of the most talented people I've ever worked with, man. He's probably one of the greats of this time and space, you know what I mean? I wanna see Mach get what he deserves, and blow the fuck up. I think I could help him, and be a vehicle to that. To be able to work with people with this kind of a talent, it's fun. That's the shit that's fun. I have a good time, man. Crime, too. Crime's dope as fuck. Both records are just totally different, totally different worlds.

We went down to Columbia to record a lot of the Crimeapple record. We shot all of our videos, 4 videos, while we was down there. You know, it's like trying to put your personality out. They're nothing alike. Even Eto's record is nothin' like Mach's record, is it? When I...it's a weird thing, it's hard to explain for me sometimes, cuz once I tap into your personality, and I'm around you and we're hangin' out, I start noticin' subtle little things, like how an actor might start picking up when he's trying to figure out that role, subtle things where he starts shadowing you. I do the same thing as producer, where I start pullin' from you. Same thing when I did GZA's record. Hangin' out with GZA playin' chess every day. That made me think, 'Oh, let me make this record chess-themed.' Ya know? It's called Grandmasters, I just start pullin' out the subtleties in personalities and puttin' em into the music. And what people are talkin' about, what they're sayin', or even what they're watching on TV, I'll be like, 'Oh, shit, let me use that.' All that shit starts to take life. Everything that starts to happen starts to be a song, or potential song, or idea, or a video, as we're just hangin' out.

What's your favorite memory of working with GZA?

GZA's just the fuckin' the genius. Damn, man. Just fun. Smokin', drinkin' Guinness Stout, fuckin playin' chess, that's all we did.

Who would usually win? Was he a chess master?

He's pretty good, man. He would win most of the time.

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What were you guys listening to during the recording process?

Nothing. I don't listen to music, really. Like in my car I listen to Super Cat, pretty much on loop. When I'm makin' records, I don't listen to music, it's weird. I hardly listen to music anymore. When we do our radio show every week, I listen to the music from the show, but, I'm so busy workin' on...fuck, I don't know. Six, seven projects right now, albums, I got no time to listen to music. Whenever I hear music though, I'll go to Alchemist's studio, I'll go over to Alc's, and play him what I'm workin on, and he'll play me what I'm workin' on, so, you know, I was over there yesterday, I played him the Crimeapple album. He's like, 'Oh, yeah, I just worked on this for Roc Marcy, I'm workin' on this right here, check this out.' And he plays me shit, and Evidence plays me what he's workin' on, so I guess a lot of my new favorites are shit that ain't come out yet. [Laughs] You know, I was hearin' the Freddie Gibbs record that he did with Madlib months ago, that's fuckin' amazing. I hooked up fuckin' Meyhem with fuckin' Madlib to do an album, so I'll hear some of that. I guess that's the shit I be listening to.

Do you read anything for inspiration while recording?

Sometimes I read lot. Lately, I haven't been reading at all. But usually I'm reading 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 books a year. But I'd say this last year and a half I've been doing a little bit of reading, but more gettin' into podcasts, and other shit, and just takin' everything I've learned. You know I've got so much inspiration that's already been downloaded into me it'll take me 25 lifetimes to get it all out, you feel me? From everything I've lived, seen, watched, all my notes...I've got books of ideas that I'll never have enough time to fuckin' get done.

So what's the last great thing you read, anything come to mind?

I guess, I don't know, I liked Giger's fuckin' book, Necronomicon. I've read a couple Alejandro Jodorowsky books. The last cool thing that was really inspiring, Jodorowsky is really inspiring to me. He did a film called Holy Mountain. John Lennon and all them loved it back in the 70's, it became this cult classic. He's a fuckin' mystic, and he's a director and a writer, and he's a lot of things, man. A poet. They actually asked him to Dune before David Lynch, and he did all the storyboarding, and he ended up not doing the movie, but his storyboard is every sci fi movie in Hollywood. If you ever take a second to watch Jodorowsky's Dune, it's a documentary, so, pretty much like, him, Giger, Salvidor Dali, that's where I get a lot of my inspiration from, man. Those dudes...my music more comes from a dreamspace, a surrealist space, that's how I approached the last Cypress album. When I did the last Cypress album, everything came from a dream, all the ideas came from dreams.

I was surprised how experimental Elephants on Acid was. It was a crazy record.

It was dreams. I remember all my dreams and I write 'em down. Everything came from those, all the ideas, had a dream of this elephant one time, and from that, I had a dream of this music, that's where I lot of the ideas and the titles came from. And they're lookin' at me like, 'You're out your mind.' I'm like, '...yeah.' Just tapping into the unseen, everything that's unseen. Tapping into energy and tapping into a world of the unknown, you know what I mean? Getting more of a true understanding, not just tappin' into what you see or what you hear, but what you don't hear and what you don't see. If I strip you from your name, take your name away, take what you do away, take your biography away, take your birthday away: who are you? I don't think people figure out who they are. You're really all these things that you can't think, feel, or touch. You're not this thing that you think you are, you're not that face. I was livin' in those spaces and goin' into these other dimensions and shit.

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Do you guys have plans as a group moving forward?

Cypress is touring. Nonstop. 100 shows a year, doing festivals bigger than they've ever done. That shit's a fuckin' machine, dude.

In terms of recording, are you guys thinking of another album?

Nahhh, I don't know. I have no idea if we'll even do another one. We'll see.

I already got the impression you don't think this way, but is there anyone in particular you'd like to link up with, to work with?

Salvidor Dali. I don't care about rappers. I don't give a fuckkk that you rap. I don't careee. Are you cool? I don't care about rap, really. I'm into...you know, we'll see what happens in the future, man. I've done everything, I've worked with everybody, so we'll see what the future holds, right?

I've wondered for a while, I followed your Vs. albums back when, and if memory serves I think Kill Devil Hills was the last one you did in that series, what made you move on from that era?

I don't know. It wasn't a conscious thing, I just kinda live my life. You know what I mean? I don't even think about it. I haven't thought about that. Did I move on? I don't know. I'm not tryna...I have no idea. I've been busy the whole time, I did the Die Antwoord album, 9 songs for the last album, I ended up managing Die Antwoord for 2 years. Doing that album took almost...they work slow. They don't work like us. It took like 2 years to do that album. They work at a whole different pace than I'm used to. Once I finished that album, I was like, 'Ok that's was fun.' That was an adventure for me to do different shit and tap into that world, a total escape from what I'm doing. You feel me? That's why I did that Bass for Your Face record a few years ago. I did an electronic record just to, like, clean my palette. I wanted to learn all these electronic production techniques just to do it. Cuz I think once you stop learning, man, it's a wrap.

I had to get out of my comfort zone and push myself, and test myself. I was like, 'Let me do '(Rock) Superstar', and let me see if I can do this shit, and boom, ten songs. Let me do electronic, boom. Let me do the Die Antwoord album. Boom. Fuckin' classic, hit album. And then let me go back to doing what I love. This is a marathon, not a sprint, and I was like, let me get back to doing my shit, and here we go, baby! The difference is now, the reason we're putting me shit out, the time when we were puttin'...it's just like, it's so much easier now to put music out, and control it, and do it yourself. So I don't gotta deal with some fuckin' idiots, not havin' to deal with idiots, and it just being me handling everything, I think, 'Ok, let's put more shit out.' We got it locked in now, we can do everything ourselves. Not havin' to deal with fuckin' idiots makes life easy, man. Labels...there's those three or four people that are cool, but then there's those other 19 people where you're like, 'Why'd you get in the music business? What the fuck's wrong with you?'

Is there anything you're still hoping to tackle? Anything that feels undone?

Who I am proving anything to? I'm an artist, man. The thing is this, man. It's not even conscious, it just happens as you go, right? I look at music and I see people go, 'Aw, they're old,' or, 'That's old.' And I'm like, I try to understand, what does that mean? Because I'm 50 years old, but why do I feel 20? Because I eat good, and I exercise, and I read, right? I'm stronger than I ever was. I'll fuckin' beat the shit outta my 20 year old self. [Laughs] Don't make that the fuckin' headline of the article, please. [Both laugh] So you try to figure out, what does this all mean?

Oh, so popular music has always been...like, the Rolling Stones could make the greatest album ever tomorrow, but it ain't gonna matter, cuz the way the business of the music machine works, they're always lookin' to the young, right? But is this a young's man sport? Absolutely not. This is art. So I don't just look at this as fuckin' music. I look at like...Picasso was great in his 60's, Dali was fuckin' a genius in his 60's, these guys weren't done in their 20's. This is an art form. Don't just say this is...I think this is about to be the greatest I've ever been. It's just me on a life's journey. I've gotten to a point where I can inspire other motha fuckas. I can remember the generation before being ready to retire at 40, but this one is different. Why do I feel I'm just getting started. So this is the energy I wanna put out there to hopefully inspire everybody to get to this space. Technology helps, without the labels, we can put our own shit out there. What is age? I don't even...it's just this fuckin' number that they put on you, and they say, 'Oh, you have three grey hairs, so you're old.' ...No? I'm better. I'm smart, I'm a master.

I think now I'm here to inspire the youth, and inspire people around me, and teach them the way this game works. Teach em how to be better, and inspire my friends who are around me every day. I tell my homies who are like 25, 'You're tired, foo'!" Tired?? Nigga I'm putting out 6 fuckin' records, and I've got kids, and a dog, and I'm going to the fuckin' gym every day. You ain't got a kid, you don't go the gym, and you put out one record in three years: what the fuckin you tired for? You 25! What's wrong with that picture, right? You gotta feed your mind good shit, feed your soul good shit. Stay off that...you know. Keep good people around you that are livin' as well, man. Everything's gonna be alright.

Ok, so I gotta ask: how did you feel about the Kamikaze line, when Eminem name dropped you?

Oh, I don't give a fuck! I don't care. I just kinda laughed. I love Em, I love the Die Antwoord people. It was funny to me. I couldn't figure out why they dissed him in the first place, I was like, 'What the fuck is going on?' You know, fuck. I know they're always doing, Die Antwoord's doin' clickbait shit to try and get somebody so they can fuckin' use that, you feel me?

He shouts you guys, Cypress as well as yourself, out all the time, for years and years now, how did that relationship originally connect?

He's been a fan, but I mean, he grew up with us, but you know we had the same manager for years, Paul Rosenberg managed us for about 4 years. From like the '(Rock) Superstar' through the next album or two. Paul's a good friend of ours. We did the Anger Management tours with Eminem, when 50 Cent first came out with 'Wanksta', he was on the tours in Europe with us. So, you know, Em's just being cool, man. Hanging out with Em, we're friends, we just kick it. And, you know, even now, to this day, my friend Fredwreck, a really good friend of mine, my studio has three studios in it, I gave one of my studios to Fred cuz he's one of my best friends, he works at Aftermath with Dre all the time, he still works with Em, he was on Em's last album, and Em's always like, 'What's up with Muggs? What's up with Muggs??' You know. He knows I've worked with Die Antwoord, so that's probably why he threw that in there. And I thought it was funny as fuck. Em sent it to me, he was like, 'What do you think? Is this cool?' And I'm like, 'Yeah, it's cool, fuck. I appreciate you checkin' me, but write what you want, bro.' That's funny. He's funny.

I think Kamikaze was nice. People kinda overreacted to it, it's just a fun record.

I thought it was dope!! It was my favorite Eminem record in years, dude! I wish people would shut the fuck up! 'Why's he angry?' Have you ever listened to Eminem?? Who are these critics? How old was you when Eminem first came out? You know what I mean?

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You gotta tell Em to hook up with your or Alchemist for a full project. I feel like he could use that energy of just laying it down.

I think if Em just did an art project, and went and did an album with Alchemist...oh my God, come on, man. Even if it were just a side thing, a free album to come out with his main project, it would be killer. Just...on some art shit, because, like...I don't do this for the money no more. Em don't care. Em does this cuz Em's a fuckin' artist. He cannot...when you're a fuckin' real artist man, this shit seeps out of your fuckin' pores, you feel me? This is like church for me. When I come to the studio and turn the fuckin music on, this is like meditating. When I sit and make a beat for an hour, and you just go to a total mental space where you don't think of nothin'. People want to be able to turn their mind off, and they can't. This does that for us. You know what I mean?

But yeah, Em wants to be great. I think it'd be so killer for him. Just for every reason you could imagine I think it would be the best thing. Any chance I get, I'm gonna try my best to make that happen one day. I hope it does.

Alright, we've gone through most everything I had and more, but I like to get producers on producers: is there anyone who inspires you, that you think are great at what they do in this present moment?

Yeah, Alchemist! I love Alchemist. Just he's been one of my best friends since 1993. He was 12 years old. You feel me? He was in a group...a manager posted me going, 'Hey, I found this little rap group, do you wanna make a lot of money?' And I'm like, 'What?' He goes, 'These two little white white boys from Beverly Hills.' I go, 'Fuck no, don't ever bring me no stupid shit like that again.' Then I met Al, and I'm like, 'Oh, he reminds me of me, man!' Let me just, like, show him some shit. And I just exposed him, we took him on the road, I introduced him to some cool people, and the kid was all...whatever he...he's magical, you feel me? He's got it. He just gets better and better. He continues to inspire. He's a great human being, he's a great friend, you know. And I can go over there and play shit and it's just like...you know, it's just fuckin' fun to...it's on the same level, he's into the same shit. It's just fun. You get to this level, and anything I got? It's Al's. And when I go ever there, Al is like, 'Anything you need, I gotchu.' I got it. You know what I mean? We share any resources or any contacts or anything, just constantly helpin' each other out.

Could you choose a favorite project of his? I always think maybe Covert Coup. Curren$y was at his peak then and just suits his sound so well.

Man, I think Covert Coup's retarded. I love the new shit he did with Curren$y & Gibbs. Lunch Meat's retarded, it's fuckin, man, it's art to me, man. I just love all his shit. The new Meyhem single he did is fuckin' retarded. The unreleased Roc Marcy songs he's got are fuckin' stupid as fuck. It's nonstop. I go over there and I'm like, 'Alright, I'm gonna go make beats for like a month, I'll be back.'

Can't wait to hear that stuff! Alright, man, great talking with you.

Appreciate your time and energy, brother, thank you very much. I wanna try to make Mach a fuckin' international star, as much as I can.

I think he has it coming.

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