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wally-friggin-franks · 5 months

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PART THREE (take two) YOU GOT IT PAL

actually writin' this in my notes, so, uh, hopefully i'll remember the way i wrote some of this stuff-

the biggest story on my mind right now is when henry was tryin' ta work late for the third, maybe fourth day in a row. and i wasn't havin' it. that day i had baked breadrolls, so i just waltzed up to him, gave him some, n' just. talked with him. had a chat, yknow? eventually, i convinced him ta go home and get some rest. i'm glad that i could. i also wanna make those breadrolls again some day- they were one of th' only things i could safely make that weren't too shabby, and they were pretty easy fer me. maybe soon.

the next story was when i was helpin' clean the warehouse. clutter, beams, junk, etc... i was just strong enough to help move this stuff. i wasn't entirely helpless, heh. anyways, i was in the middle of movin' a huge metal beam, it's hoisted onto my shoulder, and friggin' bertie is standin' in my way. now. a normal person would say "hey! excuse me, gotta get through!" but not me. cos i didn't like th' guy. so i just. "accidentally" knocked him unconcious with the beam. everyone believed me, sayin' that i "didn't have th' smarts ta pull it off" WELL I DO AND I DID AND IT WAS ON PURPOSE. take THAT. and the warehouse guys didn't help move anythin' it was just me n' lacie

i think i'll save th' repurposed coat closet story for a while, at least 'til i draw what it looked like. it was awesome. i would make that its own seperate post.

although, i'll gladly tell about the writin' department. usually, that place was dead quiet. could hear th' drop of a pin, and then everyone was lookin' at it. but this particular day, everyone was shoutin' and pointin' fingers, all thanks ta friggin connor wheatley. cos he didn't like alice angel. "boo hoo women character waaah waah weh weh weh BLEUGH." he got punched. i let it happen. after that, i slammed my broom handle to th' floor, and everyone went quiet enough for me to go clean. soon as i left, everyone was back at it again, heh.

if you ever were t' hear susie sing, you'd know the recordings NEVER did her voice justice. sounded like a literal angel. any time she was in a recordin' session, i'd try and clean nearby, cos lemme tell ya- she's gotta be the best out there. her voice had me floored every time. never got old. and she could be a wide variety of characters, too! it was really awesome t' see.

and shawn was th' BEST toymaker. i know about the whole "crooked smile" debaucle but honestly? thought that gave 'em more charm. made it so you could tell which ones would last ya for forever versus which ones couldn't. and just,, the craftsmanship behind it all? was awesome. sure, injury here and there, but each one was made skillfully. i loved watchin' shawn do her thing, they were really good at what he did, y'know? gah.

i really wish i had asked norman about how projectors worked. i would've gotten t' listen to it gush 'bout somethin' it loved, and it would've been smilin' the whole time, AND it wouldn't be mad at me? all around win situation! it was really cool. i can't even properly put anythin' into words it was so cool. the best projectionist in the world ever! n' was just a good guy. awhagwhgr

and henry's awesome, too! the way he could jus' whip up a drawing that quickly, and precisely? you could tell he knew what he was doin'. even the stuff he threw away was awesome. any drawings norman didn't steal, i definetly stared at for a while. he was good at advice, too. all-around a swell guy. he probably didn't have a single malicious bone in his body, in all honesty. couldn't insult his friends if he tried. really sweet guy. makes norman happy, and norman makes him happy right back. sweet, aint it?

jack was one of the best lyricists ever, i think. they could just... immediately get the vibes for a song, n' put it into words. it was really cool! again, what is it with people throwin' stuff away that was still REALLY good? all the lyrics they wrote had some swing to 'em, and just matched the feel of the song perfectly. good tempo, good use of phonetics, etc. just awesome. tried not t' disturb jack while they worked, though, so i mostly admired from afar.

prayin' tumblr doesn't eat this one. if it does, got it saved in m' notes, cos norman said to do that. its really smart :]

#batdr da #batdr irl #batim da #batim irl #batdr kin #batim kin #wally franks irl #《remember that time?》

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moxleys-tits · 7 days

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Lemme tell ya bout my

✨️BEST FRIEND✨️

#chelly belly;#it me;

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cozyenigma · 2 years

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No Show

Word Count- 704

Request?- Yes!

Summary- Yancy finds you in the aftermath of one disappointment too many.

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite

Warnings- None

It was only after the whole incident that Yancy found you.

“Hey doll, youse in here?” You heard his voice call. The blankets were more appealing than that conversation. “Doll?”

He was closer now. Quieter, concerned. When a hand settled on your shoulder, gentler than usual by miles, you knew there was no avoiding it. He watched with furrowed brows as you sat up. The blankets pooled around your waist in a bunch and revealed your still teary face. You huffed and wiped at your eyes at the clear worry on his face.

It was a wordless affair as you scooted over, giving him room to sit down next to you. For a moment neither of you said anything.

“Who did this to youse?”

You laughed because that was such a Yancy thing to say. Not what happened, not if he could help. Who did it. Who was going to get an unannounced visit from Yancy and his crew tonight? Unfortunately for him it wasn’t someone in pummeling range.

“No one did this to me,” you said, still pressing at your eyes.

The look on his face told you how much he believed that. “I come back and find ya cryin, doll, that ain’t gonna fuckin stand.”

“Yancy,” you cut in.

Maybe it was the tone of your voice or how you didn’t use a nickname that got him to stop talking. His lips thinned but he fell quiet, listening.

You sighed. As you moved further back on the bunk the cold wall at your back was a welcome distraction. There were a few more beats of silence before you got your thoughts together enough to speak.

“It’s not something that anyone did,” you murmured. “Not here at least. Just- you know how it was visitation day yesterday?” Yancy nodded and you continued, staring down at the floor. “Well one of my best friends was supposed to come by. I hadn’t talked to them in so long and I guess I just got excited. They promised they would be here early.”

Truth be told you had been drifting apart a bit even before your arrest. It was just how life went sometimes or at least that’s what you’d been told. When they reached out, wanting to check in and catch up, you had jumped on it with an eagerness that surprised you.

“They didn’t show,” Yancy said. Not a question.

“No. No they didn’t,” you swallowed back the disappointment to try and continue. “I thought something must’ve come up, y’know? They’ve got their own life. Then when I called them… they said they forgot that they were supposed to be here today. Apparently they had other plans.”

Yancy’s expression darkened. He went to say something and then- stopped himself. Instead, he moves closer to you. A strong arm came up around your shoulders, pulling you the rest of the way so your head was leaning against him. It was warm. Almost involuntarily the tension starts to leak out of you.

“Ya didn’t deserve that,” he said eventually.

It was different to his usual. Yancy for better or worse was a man of action. That usually ended up involving his fists more often than not. You remembered him telling you before that he wasn’t good with words. With a brusque way of speaking, he said what he meant and meant what he said.

This was… more careful. Quieter.

“It ain’t fair. What they did to ya,” he continued. “Specially since youse in here. Specially since they promised.”

“Yancy-“

“Lemme finish,” he said, voice low but firm. “If anybody would know how that felt, what you’re feelin right now? Is us. Me. It ain’t easy.”

You take a slow breath in. Let it out. “It just- sucks.”

“It fuckin sucks ass is what it does.”

The crassness made you snort despite yourself. Yancy was rubbing your arm, slow and gentle. He glances down at you before turning his eyes back to the opposite wall.

“It’s alright to cry. Least round me. Youse don’t gotta worry bout anyone sayin shit either.”

There he was, your overprotective jailbird. You smiled as you turned your face into his shoulder. It still stung but…

“Thanks, Yancy.”

“Don’t mention it, doll.”

#yancy x reader #yancy ahwm #writersofmark #yancy #youtuber ego #reader insert #markiplier ego x reader #ego fanfic #My writing

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violet-919 · 2 years

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“Eyes up, Guardian”

Those were the first words I ever heard.

I looked up and there he was, a Ghost. MY Ghost, he explained.

Before those words, I felt like I was… dead? I guess that’s the best way to describe it, because I didn’t feel anything before that. Like I was in a void or trapped inside my own mind.

But when I took my first steps on that field of rusty cars and a giant wall in front of me, that felt like I had opened my eyes for the first time in a very, very long time.

That was 8 years ago.

Now, lemme tell ya, kid. The journey ‘home’, as Ghost put it, wasn’t easy. I barely knew how to walk or even shoot. The eyes in the dark and the banging of rusty pipes are things I’ll never forget. But when I finally got to The Last City, I was met with a view that will truly never leave my mind. Saying it was beautiful would be a mistake, because it was so much more.

The Tower didn’t feel like home, yet. But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel like home shortly after.

In that place, so close to the clouds and the sky and the Traveler, is where I met people I will never forget. They became my first real friends, even if it sounds a tad crazy. Making friends in a world this crazy? Who woulda thought!

Those friends are no longer with us… don’t really know what happened to be honest, but their help and camaraderie has stuck with me since then. The Tower became a place with so many special memories over the years, even when I was alone.

Before I knew it, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I felt alive.

Now, maybe you’ve heard the stories. The Heart of The Black Garden ring a bell? No? How ‘bout the Taken King? That one is being told a lot these days. Still nothing? That’s ok.

These stories are of the feats we’ve accomplished, both as individuals and as a community. They are what has lead us to the present.

To those of us that have experienced them, these events are more than just our history, they’re our memories. Memories full of emotions and tears and sweat and laughs and joy.

I regret nothing about it.

Truth is, there’s no easy or short way to catch-up with so much mumbo jumbo that has happened between then and now, but don’t worry, you’ll learn of these stories when you’re ready.

I’ll just tell you this; What you’ve just woken up to is not just a game.

I can absolutely assure you that you’re gonna have a blast in this new life of yours, with your brand new powers and weapons of infinite destruction. You’re gonna love it, really.

But… all of what you see here, it’s more than just fun and games. For many people like myself, it’s a home.

And it can be your home, too.

I know this new life can be both overwhelming and disorienting, but I’m positive you will make new friends and live experiences like no other.

Trust me, I’d know, I’ve already lived what you’ve lived and have thousands of stories to tell you.

But those stories can wait. Now, it is time for you to start writing your own story and make your own unforgettable experiences.

So…

Eyes up, Guardian

And welcome to your Destiny

#destiny 2 #destiny #destiny the game

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cole-el · 1 year

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COMFORT & ROUTINE

Part 2 of my Sasha Calle Supergirl x Male/GN reader fan-fic. Young Tyler Hoechlin and Elizabeth Tulloch as Clark and Lois are in here as well. As always open to any Requests, Comments and criticism.

It's been a little while since you and Kara started dating, roughly 4 months, two weeks, and 5 days but you totally weren't counting. You were at your job when you received a text, from none other than your amazing best friend.

Clark: Hey, Lois and I were wondering if you and Kara wanted to go on a "Double Date" with us?

You: Umm...., Yeah sure, just lemme check with her right quicm

You: Quick*

You opened up your messages for Kara.

You: Hey babe, want to go have a double date with Clark & Lois after Work?

My Other Half ❤️ Kara: Definitely!, we haven't had Date Night out in a little bit.

You: It hasn't been that long lol, we had a week and a bit ago

My Other Half ❤ Kara: ok but still, we should def go!

You: K, I'll tell Clark

you go back to messaging Clark.

You: we are good to go! Lol, What time? Also what about y'know our "other activities"?

Clark: I'm pretty sure the league can handle one night without us helping out, and if something comes up we call it a night and do our thing. And probably 8-8:10 at the bowling alley!

You: Best Kind, we'll see you guys then :-)

You were almost done with your shift, so you started to get ready to leave, once it was done you quickly flew home to shower and change before Kara came home. You changed into some more casual clothes and waited around for Kara. Not much later your lovely girlfriend arrived. She greeted you when you opened the door, "Hey baby, how was work?" "It was decent, how bout you?" You responded. "Oh it was fine, nothing really interesting happened. But hey I'm gonna go shower and get changed, meet ya there?" She asked. "Definitely, see ya soon" you said with a smile before leaving for the bowling alley.

You arrive a few moments later and meet up with Lois and Clark, you greet them before Clark runs off to pay for the game before Kara arrives. While he pays you make some small talk with Lois, "So, hey, what's been going on at the planet? Anything interesting I haven't heard?" You ask. She responds, "Uh, you've probably got most the information about the day-to-day from Clark, but um I did publish that new article bout the shady shit Luthor's been doing since parole.". "OH yeah I think I read that, when was it, yesterday, or the day before? Either way great article as always" you say.

After that short conversation, you hear the door open and see Kara walk in, you walk over to her, the two of you giving each other a quick yet nice hug, and as you depart she gives you a peck on the cheek, causing you to blush a little. The two of you walk back over to the other couple before all 4 of you make your way to your designated lane. You all put on your bowling shoes before starting, and you all start playing, about halfway through Kara starts getting a bit competitive with Clark, and both of them start doing extraordinarily well. Both you and Lois start sticking to the sidelines cheering for your respective partners, while jokingly poking fun at the others. It eventually becomes near neck and neck, Clark ahead by a few points, with Kara not far behind, you and Lois were straggling behind, more enjoying the entertaining competition than the actual game. Clark goes and gets a few points, then Kara steps up, getting ready to roll, she gets the swing started, charges it up, and lets it roll. And............ She gets a Strike!

You run up to her, hugging her, hoisting her up while spinning her round, while Clark and Lois fake pout and laugh at how cute they think the two of you are. You set Kara back down and put your hand over her shoulder while she wraps her arm around your torso, the four of you decide to end the night and go your separate ways. You and Kara say your goodbyes before going to a secluded area and flying up into the sky to make your way home.

When the two of you get home, you decide to celebrate her win with a shared few beers before going to sleep. A short while later both of you decide it's best if you turn into bed, so you guys can at least get some sleep before tomorrow. You two do your nightly routine, brushing and flossing your teeth and changing into some more comfortable clothes and pajamas, before slipping into bed and spooning each other till you both doze off for some well-deserved rest.

Not knowing how much your gonna miss this shared quiet and comfort soon.

THE END

#sasha calle x reader #supergirl x reader #supergirl x male reader #clark kent x male reader #superman x male reader #superman x reader #lois lane x reader #kara zor el x reader #The Flash 2023 #Lois Lane reader #Lois lane x male reader

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ashertriestowrite · 22 days

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June Coon - Raccoon Theif

(June uses they/them pronouns)

June sat in the very well-organized and clean room, having been dragged there to talk to the influential figure sitting before them. The dark wood desk had a small cluster of papers being scooped into the figure's hands, straightening them out. As he laid his hands on the papers to look up to June he said, “Now… June Coon was it?” He chuckled lightly and muttered, “What a coincidental name,” He raised a hand indicating June to speak.

“Uhm… y-yes suh’ thas’ my name. Don’ wear it out,” June chuckled, tail flicking nervously.

“No need to be so nervous now June, I called you in here for beneficial reasons,” He huffed a laugh, “My friends in the lobby, which you were just in yes? They handed back some reports which were very interesting.”

“L-listen ‘m sorry ‘bout all this…” June waved their hand around in an attempt to find the right words, “This…chaos me an’ my friends here have caused. I swear it was never intended to end up like this.”

“No no no. On the contrary my raccoon friend. Me and my friends in this humble building loved your little groups' shenanigans. It increased our gold count double from your entertainment, and everyone seemed much more ready to give even more gold to our tables,” He lightly chuckled as he leaned on his hands, threading them together as his head leaned against them.

“I-I’m so sorry suh’ but… ‘m ‘fraid I don’ rightly know what y’all’re talkin’ ‘bout.” June laid their accent on thick, hoping that whether or not he was serious, it’d still help June get out of this in one piece.

“Hah, it’s quite alright, so lemme just say one thing. If you guys can drag in that size of crowd and keep everyone happy just like you did tonight, I’ll let your little group keep all the money people give you. I’ll even be oh so generous and give you some extra money on days you don’t make as much if you guys did well that week,”

June stared in disbelief. They thought they were going to get banned at best and jailed at worst. They didn’t expect to be offered a job, so —admittedly— they were hesitant to accept this almost too-good-to-be-true offer. June tried to quickly run through what could go wrong during this job.

The party could get found out and be trapped like a sitting duck, or after they gain the gold this figure will lie and rat them out to the authorities. June slightly shook their head, they needed to talk this over with the party — there was no way they could make this decision all by themselves.

“Thas’ a mighty kind offa’ suh’. But ‘m ‘fraid ‘m unable tah’ answer at the moment. I gotta talk this over with my party before I make any big decisions. I hope ya’ don’ mind none,” June talked quickly hoping to get their opinion across before getting interrupted.

“Ohoho, none at all my friend.” He laughed at Junes’ obviously nervous and relieved demeanor, “I’ll give you until tomorrow to provide an answer. I may be patient but I won’t wait forever y’know.” He stood up from the desk, gesturing for June to follow, which they quickly did, and walked towards the door opening it for June.

“Thank ya’ kindly suh’. I promise I’ll getcha an answer real quick like.” June took off their hat and offered a smile they hoped conveyed only the most thankful of feelings, as if the offering were the most generous thing they had heard of.

“Of course, now go on and tell your little group. My — or perhaps now our — friends in the lobby will show you the way to your rooms.”

June nodded thanks and returned their hat to their head, running off to find the party and relay the news. They couldn’t believe they’d be offered a job at a place they’d just stolen from, but apparently, June could still be surprised. They sauntered out of the hallway leading from the figure's office, all but skipping and chittering with glee at their newfound predicament until they saw their party. June stopped in their tracks.

The lobby was in chaos. Playing cards littered all over the floor, drinks and crushed glass covered the once pristine carpet. Tables were overturned and broken with bodies lying on top. June couldn’t tell if they were alive or dead, the liquid around them could’ve easily been blood or spewed drinks. There were few patrons around the area now, only the ones that had been passed out drunk and now the unconscious or dead over tables. Junes' eyes skittered around the mess of a gambling hall to find their party. They grew more anxious as they spun around, finding no trace of them. June slowly tried to walk around the now sticky floor, trying to avoid the glass and bodies. They wished they wore shoes.

June was so enraptured by trying to figure out what had happened to the room and their party while they were in the office for what couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes, that they didn’t even notice when a body came up behind them and yanked them off the ground. June was immediately squirming and writhing in their arms to escape, the grip only tightening around them until they could hardly breathe. June quickly switched tactics to attack the attacker and slashed out with their claws, biting anything and everything that wasn’t themself. Their snapping maw was snatched shut and their claws immediately flew up to their mouth to get whatever it was off. A tight cloth held their muzzle in place no matter how hard they tried to scratch and tear at the stubborn fabric. June looked up to find the danger that was currently holding them in place and saw the figure they were just talking to. Their heart dropped, and they went limp in the enforcers' grasp. Their jaw would’ve dropped if it had any room too.

The world came to in fits and starts. Their sight blurry, and their hearing muffled. June's mouth felt like lead. Their head throbbed and shrieked with any movement. A tight pull on their upper body and legs the only indication that they are — in fact — awake.

#writeblr #my writing #creative writing #what else do i tag #june coon

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theclo4ked1 · 4 months

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abnormally large paintbrush aura, too (scroll down for the art) Happy New Year, everybody. 2024 is off to a pretty great start so far for me, especially today since we finally got snow on my part of ZA WARUDO. We, mostly me, made these really cool snow-people in the last 24 hours, look.

These are my friends (in order from left to right), Monkeypaw, Hemorrhoid, and Kankersore. Hemorrhoid is Kankersore's girlfriend. Monkeypaw was found to have fallen over earlier this afternoon, so he's dead, RIP. What I liked about creating them was treating the snow like clay, that's why the men hats made from snow, and even though you can hardly see it, Hemorrhoid has a hair bun. She and Monkeypaw both got dat necklace drip, but only he and Kankersore have brown eyes (the darkness is made from dirt and leaves).

Snow sorry for the sort of cold opening (and the puns), I was just really happy to share that. Anyways, a short time after the last series of paintings, I had started a new project in which I experimented in larger paintings. I made three that time, so lemme tell ya 'bout 'em. Again, like last time, the paintings are ordered by creation.

I wanna say something, but I wanna see if you notice a change in subject (hint, hint), especially when you get into the next post. So, the one on the left is a Lunar Valley-type grassland with the mountains that line some of the valley's perimeter. It's a very (hmm how do I say...) "airy" kind of painting. It just looks like the texture is cloudy/foggy, especially in the mountains (not pyramids, as a peer had thought). The paint is thin because I diluted the paint with more oil, in addition to pre-coating the canvas in Linseed Oil, which was over a dried layer of extremely thinned brown Acrylic Paint. This series was when I began to incorporate Acrylic Paint into my works. The other painting is an aqueduct whose water flows into a forest, all against an orange sky with the sun standing by. The water is the best thing about the painting, and I was given constructive criticism to improve on the piece, but I've yet to act on it. The best thing suggested was to add bricks to the aqueduct to make it more like an aqueduct.

In the last post, I mentioned "another dreamscape painting I’ve wanted to make for a little over a year now," and how that's "a story for another time." That time is now, BEHOLD, my floating masterpiece: the EGG CarRrRiARrr! AHEM sorry, I had played Sonic Adventure some days ago after about a year or so since I last touched it. My "waifu for laifu" PlayStation3 would know better than I would, but anyways, let me tell you, now the story of the next painting-- wait no, a bit of backstory: I was at friend's birthday party back in October 2022, when I actually had the dream. It was a fun time, and that chocolate cake she shared with us was awesome. I can't remember what kind of chocolate cake, but it was mmmmm… Later that night, I returned home to my bed and slept. The dream began. Please BARE WITH ME as I try to remember exactly what I experienced. I told the same story to my peers, and I think I explained it better since it was at an earlier time relative to now, when I'm more likely to forget more of a finer details of that dream because it was so long ago. It's a weird one, too; Activation-synthesis theory and all:

I was captured and tied up aboard the evil pirate Risky Boots' ship, just about to walk the plank and thrown into the drink. I was cornered, with the sea to my back, and Risky and her sword across my throat. I don't know what I did, but it was likely I wouldn't make it out of this alive. Next thing I knew, I found myself in the ocean of my own blood, and the last thing I saw was that pirate's face (and her rack). I most likely died by drowning first... It was dark for a period, followed by a gradual brightness and materialization of my environment. A massive and ever-shifting sea of yellow dandelions forming a floor and a ceiling in front of an azure sky that looked like it had a navy-blue rip in the space-time continuum. I was floating over the sea. I wasn't in the air, but I wasn't swimming either. And speaking of swimming, a Blue whale was maneuvering through the environment as if it were swimming in water, it even went into the flowers. For some reason I can't remember, I began calling out to Nina, as if I was brought to this heaven for the sole purpose to find my "daughter" (spoiler: I couldn't find her). I continued floating to a point where the flowers started to end, and a dirt path of green grass began. I had landed. Finally, I was able to walk. I walked, still hoping to find Nina. The path lead to a new environment. It widened; tall trees began to appear and grow taller with every step I took. Zoo animals were present along the road, yet the only one I remember clearly was an elephant. I continued walking until I approached a familiar looking set of fences, which I recognized as part of the zoo that used to be part of a childhood park. Behind me and the fences, was the playground by where my Grama used to live. In this playground was a crowd of people; kids and adults. Among all the noise and children and water spraying from the newly installed play-area was my father, just watching. None of my siblings were there nor my mother. Just him. I walked up to him. I opened my mouth to ask "Hey Dad, have ever you seen 2001: A Space Odyssey?"

Put that on Wattpad, why don't I? After that last line, I woke up, and that same morning, I talked to my father about the dream and asked him the same question, to which he responded "yes". He also recommends I give the movie a watch, which I've also yet to do, but it's on my list. In fact, it was the first thing on my "Movies To Watch" list. V For Vendetta was recommended to me also by one of peers to which I told my dream. I think that same peer also commented how the dreamscape painting looks like a flag. By the way, this is only painting with a name in the series. I call it "i died and went to heaven". There were also multiple versions before this one. Sorry, I'm forgetting what I want to say. OH, yeah yeah, so that dream left me pondering. First off, I'm a weirdo who's Agnostic and Christian. What do I mean by this incredibly ridiculous and confusing proclamation? Welp, I'm on the fence about truly believing in God; that He created all, and the stuff about Jesus and whatnot, and I occasionally pray (though I don't think prayer is an exclusively religious concept), yet I'm not really Christian; however, I'm not opposed to the belief of the existence of a heaven and hell. What am I, can you tell me? Back to the dream, after I died, I was taken to the dandelion oceans. I'll chalk this up to the Activation-synthesis theory, but if that was supposed to be my heaven (cuz there ain't no fire and brimstones and all that junk), is everyone's heaven different based on their own perceptions? D-do you understand what I'm trying to ask? I asked my dad about it too, and his answer is one I also cannot remember, but I think he was just as unsure as me. I had always thought Heaven was this magical afterlife, with clouds and sunshine, and the gate outside of Heaven where Madea can stay so she don't have to go to Hell-- what? Well, I suppose that's what TV told me. Ever since that night, my view of what Heaven could, at the very least, look like has been the dandelion oceans, the blue sky with the rip in the space-time continuum, and the whale. It just has to be Activation-synthesis theory, it could only be! Yet, how I do remember almost everything about the arbitrary events. It was illogical, nonsensical, I was travelling backwards through time in the dream for crying out loud. It took parts from all over my unconscious, and not a single GOT damn part of the dream was related to Sonic the Hedgehog OR Dora the Explorer, two of the biggest influences in my childhood. No, it'd have to be subconscious, wouldn't it? I don't know but like, how do you take my favorite flower, NiGHTS Into Dreams, Shantae, the children's playground, the old park with the abandoned zoo, and my dad and make a dream like this? Where did the space odyssey come from?! Aargh! I'm going to bed. As usual, thanks for reading.

#painting #oil painting #oil on canvas #illustration #art #art series #snowman #this post took too long to be realized #activation synthesis theory #activation-synthesis theory #psychology

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trixxiephantomhive · 2 years

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August Minific Challenge day 08

Prompt: “I’m never leaving…I promise”

Young Luka and Marc become friends, and Luka starts having severe anxiety

“Class is dumb. I wanna go home.” A small boy with long black hair pouts to his best friend.

“Class is fun! We get to write stories and stuff!”

“You just like thinking.”

“Everyone thinks, Luka.”

“Don’t mean I gotta like it.”

The two boys finish hanging up their backpacks and sit at their right-next-to-each-other desks. Once the teacher gets all the rowdy kids settled, she asks for their homework from the night before, a simple maths sheet. Luka, the one boy in the class whose clothes are already ripped up and he carries a faded old backpack with an unknown and long lost character on it, is called on. He shakily brings out a ripped and crumpled paper, that was definitely not finished. He starts to sniffle as the teacher asks what happened. “I nidn’t mean t’ drop it in the water... But my ma said I nidn’t need to do it... T’ fight the man.”

After that the teacher sends Luka to the front office, where Anarka storms in, cursing about having to be called in for something stupid again. The argument between the angry mom and the tired principal ended up with Luka going home early, and not going back to school the next day, or the next, or the one after that.

Although Juleka still goes to school every morning, meanwhile Luka has to hide in his room while his ma has a “business meeting” that always ends with her having to go deliver some big sacks. He starts to wonder if his ma is helping Santa.

After a few weeks Luka starts to miss his friend, so he finally talks to Anarka, “Hey Ma?”

“What ye want lad?”

“When will I go back t’ school?”

“Yer not going back there lad, too much trouble ya see.”

“But I has a friend! I wanna see him again.”

“Maybe you can go play somewhere, if ye can find his parents number ye can call him.”

Luka smiles and hops off, searching through some old school papers till he finds Marc’s last name, Anciel. He notices there’s two different phone numbers, so he picks the first one and calls.

“Ello who’s this?” A lady with a scratchy voice answers. “Hi, I’m Luka.” He responds, excited to talk to Marc.

“Ey kid, why ya calling? I ain’t buying whatever you're selling.”

“I’m looking for my friend Marc!”

“Marc ain’t here ya twit. Didn’t he tell ya he lives with his dad and that bimbo of a fiancee?”

“Uh- Sorry ma’am?” Luka quickly hangs up and starts trying to breathe. Something starts to creep in chest, that feels like it's sucking all the air out of him. Eventually he is able to breathe again. So he calls the next number.

It rings for a while, and just as he’s about to give up, the voice of a man comes in. “Hello?”

“Hi …My name’s Luka, and I’m looking for Marc.”

“Hi bud, well you got the right number! One sec!” He hears the man muffle the phone and call out, “Hey bud! Someone wants to say hi,” some muffled sounds, and then the voice of a familiar young boy cries out.

“Hellooo??”

“Marc! It’s Luka”

“Hi Luka! What’s up?”

“Ma said I ain’t coming back to school, but she says we can hangout.”

“Woah Lucky! And yeah, lemme ask my dad if you can come over!”

“Kay!”

Luka listens to a bunch of mumbled conversation, before hearing Marc pick the phone back up, “He says you can come over at 13:00 hours!”

“Okay! See you then!” Luka hangs up the phone and puts it back on the table.

He goes to bed that night. A night filled with nonsensical nightmares, forcing the boy to hold in screams so he doesn’t wake his little sister. The next morning, a bright and shining Saturday he goes up to his ma and tells her about the plan to hangout with Marc.

She coldly replies with, “Ye didn’t inform me ‘bout this plan, ye better find yer own way to get there.”

And so an hour before he’s supposed to get to Marc’s, he grabs a small paper map and hops on his junky little bike and sets off. Cruising along down to the small apartment near a great smelling bakery. He goes up to their door and knocks, a bit tired from the ride. Soon enough the door opens and he’s greeted by a tall man with a blue t-shirt and black slacks. “Hey Little man, come on in! Marc’s in the living room.”

Luka is led into house, he starts to fidget with the rubber band on his wrist. It’s supposed to be a bracelet, but all the colour rubbed off.

Once reunited with Marc, the two boys hug and sit down to play some cool video games. They have a lot of fun during the day, and eventually Luka says he’s gonna go home, but is stopped by the tall man. “Hey Luka, is your Mom going to pick you up?”

“Nope! I rode my bike” The small boy smiles, and goes to leave, but Marc’s dad won’t have it. He gets Luka's small bike into his car, and drives the two boys to Luka's “house”, Luka’s directions are quickly doubted when they end up on a docking area by the Seine. But the little boy assures the man that he lives on a boat, and it is right up ahead.

Marc’s dad, a bit worried about Luka, walks him to the messy and colourful looking barge. He looks across the gangplank to see a short woman with long flowing braids sitting on the deck.

Luka crosses over and goes to give Anarka a hug, which is returned almost reluctantly. The man tries to introduce himself but is shooed away.

A year later, Luka is back in school and he’s sitting with Marc during the school lock-in night.

At the moment both boys are hiding in the locker room, as Luka is having his first full panic attack. He doesn’t really know what's going on, and it’s making everything worse.

“I can’t be here all night. I get nightmares, what if someone thinks I am a baby?

You’re gonna think I’m a baby and we can’t be friends and why can’t I bReAthE?”

Marc, unsure what to do, just gives Luka a hug and whispers, “I’m never gonna leave. I promise, you’re not a baby, and we’ll always be best friends.”

The young boy does something he sees his dad and his special friend Erica do when they’re seeming to be relaxed, he leans in and gives Luka a quick kiss.

#luka couffaine #miraculous ladybug #miraclous fanfic #Anarka is a bad parent #family poverty #poor Couffaine #bad parenting #Lumarc #Luka x Marc

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fuckin-georg · 6 years

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you big hunk of man

#big hunk of man #jaeden lieberher #jarden lieberheberbieber #happy birthday jaeden lieberher #jack dylan grazer #jack d grazzer #people lemme tell ya bout my best friend #white mystery #it kids #it #it movie #it 2017 #it 2017 movie #it cast #it chapter one

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seokjinsonlyone · 3 years

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so i got on tiktok for more than five minutes for the first time in like a month the other day and i saw they was doing this trend where it’s sorta like fmk but like husband, boyfriend, or sneaky link and i just wanted to add my two cents

namjoon:

this is your boyfriend

i know you may be thinking ???? boyfriend???? not husband??????????

but yes boyfriend listen we all know this man is brilliant; big brained and big bodied; cognitive skills off the charts; he knows a thing or two about a thing or two

however, he just ain’t there yet 😭 he don’t even got his license y’all gon flub on the contraceptives once or twice and next thing you know you strapping your kid into the basket of his bike so he can drop them off to school 😩

and his cooking……….. like watching this man with a knife gives me anxiety

he has a bit of growth to do but that’s why you date before getting married 🥳🥳🥳

y’all would go on the beeeest dates i’m talking museums, picnics, hikes, and yes bike rides

and like he’s just so sweet and thoughtful and he tries his very best to be gentle despite his destructive nature so it would just be so cute and fun for him to be your boyfriend

seokjin:

it goes without saying that this is your husband

to be honest ion even really need to elaborate on this one like…

he cooks; he cleans; he’s thoughtful, supportive, silly, will do anything to make you happy…

everything you could ever want and need in a man is manifested in kim seokjin

so just lemme tell you what this ^^ gif is this is like three months after you’ve given birth to your second child

he got home from work way later than expected he was tired exhausted really but still helped you with your new baby taking turns tending to them on and off all night

you had just gotten into a really good sleep when your alarm went off signaling it was time to get child number 1 up and ready for school

you groaned sitting up but before you could even get out of bed he was wiping the sleep from his eyes and telling you he was going to take care of it

“but you got off late last night and you helped me too”

he reassured you that it was fine and that he had it he knew how hard you worked all day everyday and you never got the opportunity to clock out

it was his day off anyway so he kissed your forehead and told you to get back to sleep

which was a bit easier said than done bc those two were like bulls in a china cabinet there was whining and scuttling all around a few disagreements on which outfit your child should wear and what they should eat for breakfast

but soon enough you looked out the window and saw jin adjusting his shorts and a few seconds later your child bobbling out after him backpack a little too big for their body before they walked hand in hand to the car

that’s… what that is… that’s your husband

and when i say your i mean mine that’s my husband

you can keep scrolling 😗✌️

yoongi:

husband <33333

like jin this man is the total package

he cooks, cleans, is loving and supportive, will take care of you emotionally, and on top of that he’s handy! extensive knowledge about interior design!

like if you want some pictures hanged or a shelf built or something this is the man for you

your lil bob the builder <3

like idk what it is with this man but something about him is just so soft and makes me want to love and be loved by him

like if this is not your husband this is your long term boyfriend you are dating him for no less than five years and when you part way you ain’t gon know how to live without him

so don’t leave

bring the documents he already said so

hoseok:

boyfriend 100%

hobi just seems so partnerable

i look at him and i see movie nights and pillow talk

i see cuddles and late night facetime calls

your own personal hope on the streets when he wants to loosen up or practice or relieve stress😩

you go to a restaurant and each pick a dish and share it with each other like he’s very much giving one milkshake 2 straws

or you two cook together side by side he’s chopping vegetables and cleaning while you’re sautéing and stir frying and what not

you go shopping with him and critique his outfits when he tries them on and vice versa

i don’t even know man i just see hobi and i think he’s flawless i want to give him the world

and i think about that time when he said one of his personal goals was to become special to someone 😭😭😭

so like girl get your boyfriend and just give him all the love he’s searching for all the love he deserves

jimin:

….sneaky link

look at him smh caught in 4k sending a “you up?” text at the tender hour of 3am

idk what to tell ya man he just ain’t bout it rn

he ain’t looking for nothing but fun

atm it’s just him and his bros

every once in a while he’ll go searching for a connection for a night or two

there may be a few repeat offenders a string of flings if you will but never anything serious

i can see it in his eyes everyone can really bc he flirts with every living and nonliving thing in sight

taehyung:

husband

now you may be thinking… is he not on par with namjoon when it comes to practical skills???

and like yes perhaps but he definitely is not as much as a liability

like i think i can trust him to open a packet of barbecue sauce without risk of ruining my outfit and like i know i wouldn’t fear for my life if he was slicing a hard boiled egg

which is not to say that i wouldn’t mind getting stabbed by joon there are certainly worse ways to go but that’s not what we’re talking about

what we’re talking about is tae and how i just know with him you’d be safe physically mentally and emotionally 🥺🥺🥺

and idk if it’s bc i done seen him in slacks one too many times but something about him just screams commitment

like he’s giving 401k he’s giving life insurance he’s giving condo in florida where you spend the winter bc your bones get too cold where you normally live

but you know what he’s also giving passion like you will 100% spend the rest of your life in love with this man

like in that picture it’s giving you’ve been married for three years it’s wednesday and he’s off so he asked you on a date

it’s taking you longer than anticipated to get ready you wanted to look pretty for him bc truthfully you don’t get to go on dates often as much as he’d like to

your hair and makeup is finally done so you find him and tell him you’re almost done and you’ll be out as soon as you slip on your outfit

he lazily turns his head to you and tells you to take your time there’s no rush and he’s just looking at you with absolute hearts in his eyes

you’re not even fully ready and there’s hearts in his eyes 😭 it makes your heart race and you can’t keep the smile off your face as you get ready for your date, for the rest of your life together with him

jungkook:

i know y’all gon hate to hear this one but… sneaky link

^^ that may be your boyfriend but you ain’t his girlfriend 😭

that is the face of someone you called and told that you wanted to stop messing around bc you was getting attached but he convinced you that it didn’t have to be all that and acted cute until you changed your mind

listen this man is in his prime he ain’t tryna settle down

the moment you try to commit is the moment he jumps out the window

and this is not to say that he’s not a good boy but like i’ve known jungkooks i’ve been friends with jungkooks and the second you try to take things farther than what they want that’s when they stomp all over your heart

however i do firmly believe that jungkook ain’t like them others he’s more than a good boy he’s the best boy

and if he like idk heard bells when you walked by or was pulled by the red string of fate or like felt the yearning or whatever it is that he done conjured up in his head he’d be everything and more 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

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bimrsadler · 2 years

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Honor Among Thieves

Pairing: Sean Macguire x F! Reader

Summary: The gang is unsure what to do with you after you’re caught stealing from them. Deciding you could be useful, they allow you to join Sean on a robbery.

Word count: 1,484

Warnings/tags: smut, mild dirty talk, language

Notes: Request/prompt for @mrs-blooooom Sorry it took me a bit but I hope this turned out how you wanted!

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It took you a while to gain the trust of the Van der Linde gang, after all you did steal from them, but they were all thieves as well weren’t they? It was Sean who brought this up to Dutch, the young Irishman seemed to take a liking to you since your arrival, recently bringing you half of his stew and telling jokes to cheer you up.

“Stealin’ is our livelihood Dutch, if yer gonna tie ’er up then why not the rest of us? I was no angel when we met. Still ain’t.”

“I gotta make sure I can trust her first, son.”

“Lemme take ’er on the robbery then. If she could steal that easily from us thinka how easily she could steal for us eh?”

“You do have a point there.” Dutch considered this carefully as he puffed on his cigar, “Alright fine, but use some discretion please? And don’t let her run off.”

After you acclimated to your new freedom with the gang, Sean approached you at the fire. “So ya enjoyin’ the night with us rascals?” He laughed as he gently nudged your ribs with his elbow.

“Now that I ain’t tied to a tree anymore,” you smiled and took a drink of your beer. You noticed Sean’s eyes lingering in your lips.

He leaned in and lowered his mischievous voice, “ya really wanna spice things up an’ join me fer a robbery?”

Eager to prove yourself and perhaps to spend time with your scrappy new friend, you obliged. “Damn right I do.”

Sean explained there was a small group of robbers with a stash hiding out in a secluded cabin, the type of folk who wouldn’t go to the law. The two of you left first thing in the morning as it was a long ride. Having been new to the gang you had no horse to call your own and no one was particularly keen on letting the new girl borrow theirs. Sean quickly offered a seat on his.

It was a pleasant ride, Sean chatting the entire time. While you heard others rib him for this personality trait, you found it endearing.

“So, are ya a good shot?”

“I’m a great shot actually,” you said confidently.

“Y’are? I’m not surprised, betcha could hold yer own with me and the rest of the lads.”

“I reckon I could even shoot better than y’all.”

“Heheh I like yer spark love. I hear these boys at the cabin’ll put up a fight. How ’bout we see who shoots the best?”

“You’re on,” you looked back at him and winked.

When you arrived Sean distracted the man at the front of the cabin while you snuck around back. Like most home robberies it resulted in shots fired, and although backup came, it was manageable.

Sean took out more of them but you were more accurate. “Told you I was a better shot,” you smiled and raised your eyebrows at him.

“Ahh well how ’bout we see who can steal the most valuables then? Though I hear yer already pretty good at that,” he teased.

“Shut up. Let’s get our score.”

A respectable amount of loot was recovered including the stash under the floorboards. Sean found several expensive watches and you a few large jewelry bags. In the end it was impossible to say which was the better take.

“I’m sure mine’s worth more but I’ll let ya have this one.”

“Oh you’re gonna let me huh? Gettin’ a little cocky there Macguire.”

“Oh I haven’t even started to show ya cocky my dear,” Sean laughed as he helped you onto the horse.

You began the long ride back with the excitement of the day was still at a high. As your bodies rocked rhythmically you could feel Sean tense with every brush of your back against his chest and particularly when your hips met his. “Ya did good back there, should be proud a yourself,” Sean stated with his breath on your ear.

“I had fun, and we both did good…maybe we should celebrate?”

“Well I love a good celebration. Whatcha thinkin’?”

You arched your back and slowly adjusted so that your backside was flush with his groin, already feeling his excitement. Turning your head slightly to let your cheek gingerly brush against his lips you whispered, “got a few things in mind.”

Sean shuddered behind you. “That so?” He brought his lips to your neck for a remarkably restrained kiss, testing the waters. “Like this?” You let out a pleased hum and nodded, signaling to continue.

Now that Sean had your okay to keep going he wasted no time in pursuing you further. His kisses were still gentle but now firmer, nipping along your shoulder as he went. You felt one hand move from your hip to caress your inner thigh. “Ya like bein’ touched there love?”

You extended your arm behind you to grab the back of Sean’s head and pull him in for a slow kiss, teasing his tongue with yours. The warmth in your center was growing. “I like you touching me there.”

“Heh, good answer.” Sean moved his needy hands with more boldness, one massaged your breast as the other wandered up your skirt and and trailed along your heat. “What about ’ere?”

Your grip on the back of his neck tightened. “Especially there,” you purred.

You felt Sean’s hardness pressing against you as he explored further. His adept fingers moved your undergarments to the side and toyed with your wetness. “Jeeesus girl, yer soaked.”

You writhed against him as his fingers moved in and out, “we need to stop,” you panted.

“Shit I’m sorry, did I do somethin’ wrong?”

You giggled at the misunderstanding and his prompt apology, “no Sean I mean we need to stop and get off the horse.” You moved your hand behind you to rub him through his jeans, “I need you right now.”

“Oh!” He was clearly flustered in his exclamation. “Well that can be arranged love,” Sean veered to the left on a path that lead to a small clearing in the forest. After hitching the horse he helped you down, “c’mere you.”

You felt the rough bark of the tree hit your back as Sean rutted against you, one leg wrapped around his waist. He moved clumsy and swift to undo your undergarments, letting them fall to the ground as you worked at his belt. “Ya ready to meet Macguire Junior then eh?”

You rolled your eyes and playfully slapped his chest. He was ridiculous, but he made you laugh. Besides, the strokes you gave to his hard member shut him up quick.

Standing against the tree with your leg still around him, you guided him to your entrance.

“Oh darlin’ you feel so good.” Sean propped your leg up with his hand clutching your ass and began thrusting hard. You guided his hand to you your sensitive nub and showed him what you liked. He took your signal and rubbed his thumb gently over you as you responded with enthusiastic moans.

“That’s it Sean,” you panted, running your hands through his red hair. He moved one hand to open and pull your shirt down enough to expose your breasts. Cupping one in his hand, he moved your nipple between his forefinger and thumb, sending flutters of pleasure straight to your core. “Yes, more!” He continued the stimulation as you felt the waves of your climax building to its peak. Your walls contracted around his cock, prompting him to cry out your name.

Your legs shook as Sean picked you up and wrapped them around his lower back, pinning you to the tree as he slammed into you. He may have been smaller than most of the other men around camp but he was strong and used his body well.

“Yer so gorgeous,” he mewled in awe of you. “Fuck…ya like bein’ taken like this?”

All you could manage was a whimper as you dug your nails into his back. His pace became erratic with shallow movements, swearing as he got closer. He readied his hand around himself and looked at you for approval, to which you nodded. Pulling out, Sean thrusted against your wet folds until he released onto your stomach and thighs, groaning and tightening his grip on you with every twitch.

After helping you clean up, the two of you took a moment to gather yourselves while sitting beneath the tree he’d just fucked you against.

“Never in me wildest dreams did I think a lovely woman liked you’d want me,” he said as he put his arm around you.

“We make a good team, oughta do this again sometime.”

“The sex or the robbery?” He snickered.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “How about both?”

Sean pulled you in for a surprisingly tender kiss, “you’ll never catch me sayin’ no.”

#also i apologize for what I’m assuming is a terrible attempt at writing his accent lmao #sean macguire #sean macguire x female reader #sean machuire x f!reader #rdr2 #nsft #rdr2 fic #fanfic

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triplexdoublex · 3 years

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Sex Drive part 2

Pairings: Colson x Reader, Colson x Reader x Rook Reader x Rook

Warnings/tags: smut, unexpected exhibitionism, threesome, double penetration, anal, choking, hair pulling, mild spitting, humiliation, jealousy, being walked in on

Authors note: Being wet DOES NOT = consent irl, just had to put that out there as it may seen I’m suggesting that in a certain scene, Kells is just saying sexy shit and reader is 100% consenting.

Part 1 here

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“I knew you wouldn’t be able to go without sex the whole month,” you tease with a giggle as Colson secures his black flag bandana around your eyes from behind you. “Can’t even make it two more weeks, huh?” You tease.

He roughly grips your jaw, turning your head to speak into your ear. “Funny, I don’t remember giving you permission to talk,” he grits through his teeth as he strips your body bare. “Now, walk!” he commands, pushing you forward.

“Oooh where are we going?” You question playfully.

“Don’t worry about it,” he quips, shoving you through the doorway of the adjoining hotel room, unbeknownst to you.

Once inside the room he quickly removes the bandana from your eyes and tosses you down on the bed before you have a chance to view your surroundings.

“Colson?” you push yourself up on your hands confused. “This isn’t our ro — Jesus Christ!” You shriek when you take notice of Rook sitting in an oversized chair in the corner of the room, his elbows resting on his knees with both hands wrapped around the neck of a beer bottle between his legs, his eyes scoping out your naked frame. “What the hell is going on?” You look quizzically between Colson and Rook while clutching a pillow over your exposed body.

Colson looks proud of himself, smirking as he watches your face morph through a series of reds, settling on the brightest. If there was one thing stronger than Colson’s jealousy it was his humiliation kink. He loved the way you blushed and got all shy and flustered whenever you got embarrassed, and he couldn’t think of anything more embarrassing for you than one of his best friends seeing your most intimate areas… and perhaps even touching them — with your permission of course.

“Is someone gonna answer me, what’s going on?” You repeat.

“Well I figured with all the times I’ve caught you checking out Rook I’d give you the opportunity to fuck him.” Colson answers nonchalantly.

“Colson I thought we established I was only checking him out to make you jealous so you’d be more rough with me,” you remind him. ‘Ok maybe the use of the word ‘only’ was stretching the truth a bit,’ you think to yourself. You know damn well that wasn’t the only reason. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find Rook attractive. “That’s why I’m punished, ‘no dick for a month’ remember?”

“That’s not what I said — I said you’re not getting MY dick for a month. You’re welcome to have Rooks….while I watch of course,” he smirks.

As if that was his cue, Rook stands and walks over towards you. He places his half drunken beer on the nightstand and takes a seat at the foot of the bed.

You swear your heart stops beating for a full ten seconds before you can form words. “Have you gone insane!? You want me to fuck Rook...while you watch?” You question in shock, certain he has lost his damn mind.

“Well, I mean, you’re free to say no… but let’s be honest, we both know that you won’t,” Colson sits on the bed next to you and snatches the pillow covering you from your grasp. “Just look at that pussy, glistening!” He prys your legs open to show Rook just how much the whole idea already has you absolutely dripping. “Now does this look like the pussy of a girl who’s about to say no?” he runs a finger through your slick folds gathering your arosal and turns to Rook who just bites his lip and shakes his head.

There’s no hiding the fact that you want this, you’re more shocked at how into it Colson seems, but he’s right, you certainly weren’t gonna say no.

“Don’t be shy, come have a taste Rookie,” Colson taunts holding out his glossed finger. Rook moves further up the bed, opposite colson, one boy now on each side of you. He leans in and extends his tongue curling it around the silken thread of your excitement stringing from Colson’s finger, and pulls it into his mouth.

“Whatcha think bro, how she taste?”

“Mmmm, fuck! Amazing actually!” Rook exclaims, smacking his tongue against his lips, savoring your essence. “No word of a lie bro, some of the best pussy I’ve ever tasted, ya lucky bastard.”

“Yeah?” Colson’s chuckles at his enthusiasm. “Well help me get her warmed up a little, then she’s all yours,” he says gently stroking your clit. “Although she clearly doesn’t need it,” he jokes, amused by how wet you are. “But something tells me she’ll enjoy both of us playing with her for a bit. Ain’t that right baby?” He smirks, looking at you.

“Please,” you squirm under Colson’s touch and the anticipation of Rooks.

Slowly Rook begins trailing the tips of his fingers up your inner thigh, inching closer to where to want it most before finally joining Colson’s. They join forces , sandwiching your clit between both of their fingertips as they work you methodically.

“Oh, fuck,” your voice shakes, a cocktail of nerves and pleasure coursing through you. As good as it feels and as much as you want it , you can’t help but be a little anxious, it’s been a long time since anyone but Colson has seen you naked never mind touching you like this. “You two are gonna be the death of me,” you moan breathily arching your back up off the bed.

“Relax slut, this just the beginning” Colson leans in, his warm breath ghosting over your nipples as he glides his fingers down to your entrance. He easily slips in two of them, the cool metal of his rings bumping against your warm heat with every curl of his fingers; Rook now having solo reign over your clit. Colson’s free hand grips your breast, his thumb and forefinger tugging at your nipple, before taking it into his mouth. Rook follows suit attaching his mouth to your opposite breast, making sure to leave soft violet markings in his wake, claiming you, if only for the night.

“Alright, I’ll let you take over from here,” Colson says to Rook, slipping his fingers out of you. “Be a good girl for Rook,” he grips your chin smearing your juices along your jawline before retreating to the oversized chair in the corner, where he begins palming himself through his jeans. And like a shark to blood, Rook is drawn to your scent, his mouth moving up your chest, and neck, devouring your slick remnants with open mouthed kisses, while he continues to massage the sweet spot between your thighs.

“You taste so good,” he smiles against your mouth before kissing you. His tongue prods at your lips , begging for entrance. You part your pout welcoming him inside; your tongues beginning a do-si-do. He feels so foreign in your mouth; taboo in the best way.

“Yeah?” You break the kiss. “Why don’t you taste it straight from the source,” you say seductively.

“Yes ma’am. Don’t gotta tell me twice,” Rook smirks before disappearing between your thighs.

“Now we’re getting somewhere!” Colson chides from the corner of the room, freeing himself from the confines of his bulging jeans. Slowly, he strokes himself in rhythm with Rooks tongue fucking in and out of you, watching as he gathers your sweetness on his tastebuds.

“Mmmmm, God—“ Rook huffs in unbelievable enjoyment against your core, before attaching his lips snugly around your clit, providing it with gentle pulsating suction. It’s different than you’re used to — Kells being more of the rapid tongue flicking type— but damn, if it doesn’t feel equally as good.

“Uhh, yes! Just like that, Rook. Don’t stop!” You exclaim in pleasure; one hand gripping the sheets, the other the back of Rooks neck.

Hearing you say Rook’s name like that has Colson squeezing his cock harder and faster, his jealousy unintentionally tightening his grip. He’s enjoying watching you be pleasured but can’t curb feeling possessive, in fear that perhaps you’re enjoying this a little TOO much.

“I still... Mmm...can’t… get over… how good you taste,” Rook speaks between open-mouth kisses to your tenderness. “I swear I could eat you as my last meal,”

“Dawg, keep talking to my fucking girl like that and it WILL be your last meal,” Colson half jokes, his jealousy peaking for sure — now beating his dick as if it were Rook. “How ‘bout you just shut up and fuck her now, before I change my mind.”

“Ready?” Rook questions with a smirk ,from between your thighs.

“Ready!” You squirm impatiently, already missing the contact of his tongue .

Quickly, Rook strips off his leather vest and other clothing until he’s completely naked. Just as he’s about to get settled between your legs Colson pipes up again from the corner.

“Baby I want you to ride him, lemme see those titties and ass bounce for me while you fuck yourself on his dick.”

“Mmmm hell yeah! I wanna see too,” Rook says excitedly, moving to lay on his back; arms behind his head.

“You’re pushing it Rook!” Colson warns.

“Baby, chill,” you giggle at how flustered Colson’s getting. “I know this pussy only belongs to you,” you turn facing him, spreading yourself open. Colson groans at the sight, his eyes momentarily slipping shut as he tries not to bust right there. “Besides—,” you smirk. “This was your idea.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah C’mon… less talking, more fucking,” Colson orders.

You climb over Rook who’s waiting with cock in hand pointed towards the heavens and squat over him, hovering just above the tip before sinking down to the hilt with a moan. You push back up, and come down fast, your skin echoing off Rooks with a slap.

“Ugh fuck!,” Rook sits halfway up to mouth at your breasts and neck as you continue to bounce in his lap.

You turn your head back slightly to watch Colson, his teeth sunken deep into his bottom lip, eyes so intensely glued to every roll of your hips, and his hips thrusting up to fuck into his own palm. You turn back to Rook and pick up the pace riding him harder and faster knowing Colson’s close to finishing. You don’t know what burns more the desire inside of you or your thighs, but you don’t stop, determined to make both men and yourself cum at any moment now.

“Oh, Rook!” You cry out with your head thrown back and hands planted firmly on his tattooed chest. You’re so so close.

“Ahww, shit, you gonna cum?” Rook questions out of breath. “Me too.”

Just then the hotel door clicks open “Hey, Rook have you seen Kel— WHAT THE FUCK!!” Exclaims Slim completely caught off guard by what he’s seeing, bringing you and Rook to a halt. “Girl, I know you think it’s cute to make Kells jealous and shit so he’ll choke or whatever crazy shit you’re into but you took it took it too far this time, cuz Kells about to choke both you to DEATH when he finds out.”

“Yo! Why the fuck does everyone keep talking when I’m tryna cum?” Colson yells annoyed and on the edge from the corner of the room.

“Kells???” Slim questions peering around the door. “Da fuck is going on in here? Ya know what, second thought, I don’t wanna know. I— I’m just… I’m just gonna go,” Slim states in utter shock and confusion as he backs out the door.

“Good idea, try fucking knocking next time maybe? Rook shouts after him.

“Fuck, my legs are killing me!” You huff as soon as you hear the door click shut, shifting your weight onto your knees. Immediately, Rook takes over, snapping his hips up and into you from below.

“Aye, I can’t take this shit no more my hands about to fucking fall off, lemme get in there,” Colson says getting up from the chair and kicking off his jeans and boxers. He tugs his shirt over his head and climbs behind you on the bed. He spits in his hand ,coating his cock with his saliva, then brings the tip to the only hole not currently occupied: your ass. You’re no stranger to anal; it is Colson’s favorite afterall. You welcome the penetrating stretch as he pushes in. It’s slightly awkward at first as the boys figure out and establish a rhythm that works for all three of you. Their cocks pound in and out of you in unison; one in each hole, providing you with the most pleasurable, satisfying fullness. “Unh, baby so fucking good for us. Taking it so well,” Colson praises you through gritted teeth . “You like being a little whore for us like this, huh? Rook fucking your pussy while I fuck this ass?” He asks crudely with a hardy slap to your backside.

“I fucking love it — YES! Treat me like a fucking whore!” You exclaim in wild passion, as you teeter on the edge of orgasm.

“Oh we’ll treat you like a whore alright!” Colson speaks through his groans, grabbing a fistful of your hair using it as leverage to pound into you harder.

With your head yanked back in Colson’s grasp, Rook takes advantage of the unoccupied column of flesh above him, wrapping his hand tightly around your throat. The way both boys have you feeling like a used plaything has you cumming in seconds, riding out wave after wave. The noise they make as you clench around them both is like heaven; Rook’s slightly louder and high pitched than Colson’s deep throaty rumble. They cum almost in perfect time with eachother; with Colson just a few seconds sooner, filling your ass with his warmth, as Rook pulls out, busting his load up onto your stomach. The three of you collapse into a sticky sweaty mess, both boys rolling to your sides; the air thick with heavy breathing and the smell of sex.

The way Rook looks completely spent and fucked out of his mind is hilariously adorable; still trying desperately to catch his breath, his leg visibly twitching and shaking and his hand running through his sweaty hair with a ‘did that really just happen?’ expression on his face .

“You ok there buddy?” Colson’s laughs, reaching over you to give Rook’s arm a tap with the back of his hand. Colson’s used to having crazy sex with you by now.

“Umm ...I think so.” He releases a long winded breath followed by a brief chuckle.

“You know what my favorite part about this was?” You turn to Colson. “I broke you!!” You tease.”Not only did I get Rook’s dick but I got yours too! Slim was right when he said you wouldn’t last through my punishment with your sex drive!”

“For the record, I said you weren’t gonna get my dick in your PUSSY, for a month. Now correct me if I’m wrong but wasn’t that your ass I just fucked? Nice try, you’re still punished.”

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samstrugglingwithlife · 4 years

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Babysitting With A Reserved Male Friend And Developing A Crush On Him

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Ushijima, Osamu, Daichi

Warning: Swearing.

A/n: Male reader x character. This is super long, I sorta got carried away. I GOT CARRIED AWAY WAY TOO FAR MAN! The premise of this ask was so cute and I can only hope I did it justice. I hope you guys enjoy it. This is my first time writing for a male reader so let me know if I did something wrong or if I didn’t capture the essence right.

It’s super long, so everything is under the cut.

USHIJIMA

This guy is pretty reserved himself, and on top of it, he's also pretty blunt and says things without much consideration. The two of you became 'friends' in your first year when one of the teachers asked you to help him with his studies.

You realised that Wakatoshi is not really as cold as he is clueless. Also, he was a bit of a dumbass, you were pretty surprised when you found out that his brain functioned at full capacity only when it came to volleyball. (A/N: Boy thought that the earth is flat and that Hinata was muscle training by clinging upside down to the surface on the other side of the planet... such dumbassery, I want him.)

You're third years now; you guys have been friends for about two years. Ushijima and you are both serious guys, you two like each other's companies even when you two sit together in silence.

It was a week before exams, that's when the two of you would usually get together in Ushijima's dorm room, and you would tutor him.

"Y/n," he called you just as you left your last class of the day. "Hmm?" "Are you coming today?"

You sigh, "Sorry. Maybe tomorrow. I have to babysit my little sister tonight," he nodded in reply and proceeded to walk away. You thought about it a little and called out to him, "Hey, you can come to my house. I was gonna study literature today."

Wakatoshi nodded and promised to see you at your place after practice. You texted him your address.

Outside the boundaries of your home, you were very reserved, you kept to yourself and hardly had any friends other than Ushijima, and Tendou by extension. At home, you were a loving brother, you played with your sister, and you were her best friend; she was the reason you decided not to live in the Shiratorizawa dorms.

That evening, around six, Ushijima showed up at your place. He had never seen you in casual clothes before, you two only ever hung out at school, so he had only seen you in uniform, but you looked cute; he was dressed in his jogging tracksuit, typical.

Your sister was busy watching her favourite cartoons, so she didn't pay any attention as you led him to your room. You left him there to go get the two of you drinks from the kitchen.

Your room was just like you, it gave nothing away. It was sparsely furnished with only a bed, a dresser and a study table. All the colours were plain and neutral. However, there was one thing that stood out, a corkboard. It was covered in children's drawings and pictures of you and your baby sister.

There was one photo of you that caught his eye, it was you with your sister in your arms, and the two of you were grinning from ear to ear, paint smeared on both your cheeks.

"It was last month," Ushijima turned towards you. You walked further into your room, placing the tray with your drinks on your study table, you stand beside him and stare fondly at the photo. You trace your fingers gently over it, a small smile playing at your lips, his heart does a little ba-dump.

The two of you are immersed in your studies until your baby sister opens your door just a crack, "Nii-chan..." she calls out groggily, her little fists rubbing her eyes. You turn towards her and get up from your seat, picking her up. You look at the alarm clock and inhale in disbelief, "Oh! It's that late?"

"It's way past your bed time!" you pat her head as she places it in the crook of your neck and shoulder, tired. You softly hum a lullaby as you gently rock her. Ushijima's heart does another flip. He had known you for two years, but he had never seen you like this, with a sweet smile on your face and a gentle cadence in your voice. He didn't know you after all.

After you tuck your sister in bed, you walk with Wakatoshi to the end of your street. He always enjoyed your company, during lunch, in his dorm room when you helped him out with homework, yet he never in these two years felt what he felt in the last two hours.

Ever since that day, his heart always did a flip whenever you were around, he felt the urge to be near you, he felt protective of you. He didn't know what to call this feeling, but he quite liked it, whatever it was.

OSAMU

You and Osamu were classmates, you were his seat neighbour. The two of you became friends when Osamu offered to share his homemade onigiri with you, and you decided to share your homemade dessert with him. He enjoyed the feedback you gave him about his food. He wasn't exactly a fan of sweet things, but the desserts you made were to die for.

Osamu figured early on that you liked to keep to yourself most of the time, you just couldn't get along with your peers. You were on the soccer team but you never hung out with your teammates after practice, so far, Osamu was your only friend. You were both the quiet type, neither of you spoke much, but you always shared your lunches and sometimes chatted about your clubs - Osamu liked to complain about Atsumu sometimes, you found it very amusing.

It was during summer break. The two of you were texting (dry ass texters both of you), he was complaining about his brother and wanted to get out of the house. He invited you to hang out, but you had to decline because your mother was away on a work trip leaving you to look after your nine years old little twin brothers. You told him that he is welcomed to come to your place and hang out if he really wants to get away from Atsumu.

Osamu took you up on your offer, and within half an hour, he was at your doorstep, a bag of ingredients and snacks in his arms. The first thing he sees when you open the door to let him in is two identical twin boys clinging to you, all of you covered in flour.

You let him in, "We were just baking," you tell him awkwardly. You had flour in your hair, on your cheeks, your t-shirt, and your arms; for some reason, Osamu's heart quickened in his chest.

You looked questioningly at the bag in his hands, "Was gonna make onigiri..." he mumbles. Your brothers perked up, "Really?" they asked simultaneously. You chuckled at their voices. It was as if an arrow shot him straight through his heart. He had never heard you could laugh like that. How could you sound so boyish, so cute?

Nonetheless, Osamu followed you to the kitchen. You picked the boys up and sat them on the counter with a grunt, "Ushah! Now sit tight and lemme work ya lill' runts!" you playfully scold them. Osamu blinked, who were you? He didn't know this Y/n at all; the Y/n he knew spoke quietly and never uttered more than three words at a time, he especially did not make that fuckin' cute grunting sound.

He unloaded the items onto the counter next to you, he leaned closer to look into your bowl, "What're you makin'?" he asked. "Cookies," you reply. "I saw it online, wanna try it out."

You were busy working on your dough, animatedly interacting with your brothers, as Osamu rolled the onigiri, stealing little glances at you. He was caught completely off guard when he heard you laugh loudly at something your little brothers did, his face flushed as he looked at you, you sounded so different, so charming, your face looked so handsome and cute. He was seeing things he never noticed before, like how one of your incisors was sharper than the other and like despite being big and strong, your hands were so beautiful and so attractive in the way they delicately dealt with the food. "Osamu! yer squeezin' the rice too hard!" oh shit! He turned the rice ball into mulch.

After cleaning up, eating and playing with the boys, you found yourself seeing Osamu off at the door at the end of the day. "Sorry 'bout my brothers," you say as you nervously rub the back of your neck. "Don't worry 'bout it," he replies softly and places his hand on your head shocking both you and him. He retracts it quickly, "I-I had fun, see ya later," he says and hurriedly walks away.

"Ya had fun?"Atsumu asks him when he finally gets home and buries his face in his pillows. "Fuckin' cute..." Osamu mumbles to himself. "What?" Atsumu asks, not really catching what his brother said. "Shaddup," he replies. "YOU PICKIN' A FIGHT ASSHOLE?!!"

DAICHI

You and Daichi were neighbours. He knew you since you two were little so he knew you had trouble getting along with others and you mostly kept to yourself. He was the only exception, but even with him, you never spoke much.

Both of your parents were close friends as well, and both of your younger siblings were more or less in the same age group.

You often looked after all the children when the grown-ups had to go out since Daichi had club activities that ran pretty long on most days. The kids loved you, though Daichi found it hard to believe that such a quiet and reserved guy could entertain a bunch of hyperactive kids.

Today as well, you were in charge of taking care of the children as the adults left to go enjoy Friday. You were in the Sawamura household with the children, Daichi was still at practice.

On his end, Daichi felt relieved that practice ended early today and coach Ukai allowed them to go home. After buying his teammates pork buns he made his way home.

What he came home to caught him off guard, you were sitting on the couch with a storybook in your hands as the kids all sat in front of you on little cushions; you were reading to them, doing all the voices quite animatedly.

All of you heard him enter the house. The kids ran to him and swarmed around him, greeting him. "Y/n onii-san was reading a story to us!" his little sister exclaims. "Is that so?" "Wanna join us?" your brother asks him. "Sure."

Daichi took a seat beside you, you nod at him in a greeting. He rolls his eyes, "Hello to you too."

As you continued the story, the kids demanded that Daichi should do the voices as well. "I'm the wizard and the dragon," you tell him. "You have to be the princess and the parrot." Daichi groaned, "They're both very high pitched, I literally cannot do that!" You shrugged, "Not my problem."

As you continued the story and did your voices, Daichi kept his eyes on you, in all the years he had known you, this was the first time he had seen this side of you. Honestly, this bright personality suited you.

Soon his turn came, you scooted closer to him so you could share the book. "Oh no, I'm trapped in the tower," he started in his usual voice, all the kids whined, "Onii-chan! You have to do the voice!" his sister scolded him. Daichi sighed, "Help me!" he cried out the dialogue in a much higher pitch. "Pfft!"

He turned to glare at you and yell but his words got caught in his throat, your shoulders were shaking in a silent laugh, your hand on your mouth. Your eyes met his, they were so bright and looked so cheerfully youthful, so different from your usual look of guarded emotions. His breath hitched and he felt his face grow warmer as his heart did somersaults in his chest. 'It's the embarrassment,' he tried to convince himself.

He didn't know that he was staring that long until you nudged his knee with yours and pointed at his next line. Daichi cleared his throat and read it in a high pitch voice.

After the story was finished, the kids were sitting together and eating their snacks. Daichi slumped against the back of the couch, deep in thought, did his heart race because of you or the embarrassment?

"Hey," he looked up, you were standing over him, a glass of water in your hand. He sat up and gratefully took the drink from you, his fingers lightly brushed against yours and he felt his heart jolt in his chest. You didn't seem affected at all. 'It was because of you after all.'

"Thanks for playing along, man," you say in your usual reticent tone. Daichi shook his head and chuckled, "Like I had a choice," you chuckled at that.

From that moment onwards, Daichi was hyper-aware of everything you did, the way you looked in your uniform, the way your features were so boyish and young looking, the way your lips moved when you spoke.

Daichi cursed himself for having a crush on his childhood friend who also happened to be a guy; he needed to get over it fast so you wouldn't find out, afraid that you would distance yourself out of disgust if you ever got to know his feelings. Until then, however, he was going to hang around you as much as he could, just so he could admire you a little more before the crush wore off.

Spoiler alert! It never wore off and you found out.

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boognish-worshipper · 3 years

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Sunrise, Sunset

switching it up with a franklin and lamar centered fic (not exactly as a ship buuut more or less some one sided feelings?) jus a silly little idea i had that was originally gonna be a one shot sorta thing or whatever,, changed my mind tho n i’m jus gonna split it up, this is part one !!

i feel like lamar would be very oblivious about his feelings towards frank tbh LMFAOOO

Lamar and Franklin sometimes drove out to the highest point in Los Santos to watch the sunrise. Well, more Lamar than Franklin, seeing as Franklin preferred to sleep in. He often dragged him out of bed to go take Chop out and see the sun peak up from the horizon, lighting the city up with natural reds and yellows.

“C’mon you lazy fuck, we gon’ miss it!”

“Lamar, the sun rises every fuckin’ day! Trust me, it’ll be there tomorrow.”

“You jus’ a lazy bum who don’t wanna get his lazy bum ass outta bed. Man get up already!”

Chop barked, and Lamar nodded to him.

“Yeah, you right Chop. This muhfucker don’t wanna budge, huh? Don’t even wanna take his precious dog for a walk. You oughta be ashamed of yoself Frank.”

“Chop wasn’t even my dog to begin with!”

“Man fuck you, you became co-parent of him when you had to take him in!”

Franklin could only groan into his pillow, missing the blissful sleep he had been shaken awake from.

“Just go away Lamar! Damn!”

He felt the taller man looming over him, grabbing his shoulders to shake him further awake.

“We’re running outta time, fool. C’mon, I’ll let you ride shotgun this time.”

Chop barked in protest.

“Chop, it’s the only way we might get him out the house.”

Accepting that arguing would get him nowhere, Franklin sat up right, glaring at Lamar.

“For fucks sake man, fine. I’ll go. Jus’ lemme throw on some clothes that ain’t the shit I wore to bed.”

Lamar grinned widely at him.

“Fuck yeah! Chop, let’s go wait in the car.”

The small dog trotted not too far behind Lamar’s long legs. Franklin wondered what force he disturbed that landed him in this position. He sighed, knowing that he wasn’t exactly a saint, so there wasn’t much to wonder at all. If this was his punishment then so be it. The car ride wasn’t too long, especially not after Franklin moving out of Strawberry to Vinewood Hills, making it easier for them to get there. Minimal traffic because of how early it was helped too. Lamar never dropped his grin, just happy to do his favorite thing with his favorite person. Who wouldn’t love watching the sunrise with their best friend? Especially seeing the way the sun lit his face up, a delicate smile on his face seeing an excellent sunrise and- Woah. Where’d that come from? Lamar figured it was just his excitement to see a particularly gorgeous sunrise, using that as an excuse for the feeling that sat in his gut. As soon as they pulled up to the spot, he bounced out of his seat, keeping the door open for Chop.

“We here homie!”

“Mhm.. so where the fuck’s the sunrise?”

“Patience Frank, patience.”

“But you jus’ fuckin’ bitched at me for the last half hour about how we was gon’ miss it! Fuck you mean patience?!”

“It’s coming! Don’t ruin a moment that’s gon’ be special, F.”

He grunted in Lamar’s direction, turning around to go play with Chop for the time being. The sunrise crept up, a ray of sunlight hitting Lamar in the eye. He blocked the light with his hand, hitting Franklin with his free one.

“Ay Frank, look!”

The sunrise that crawled up from the depths of the horizon shone in glimmers of gold and pretty shades of orange. Lamar smiled again.

“Man.. look at that. It’s beautiful ain’t it-“ He turned to face Franklin, who was caught in a trance. The sun hit his face just right, and he looked incredible. Like some sort of focused statue or whatever. It was alright to admire your homies like that, right? Nothin’ wrong with admiring a dude. Franklin turned back to answer him.

“Yeah, it sure is.. you good man?”

Lamar coughed slightly, shifting his weight onto one of his feet.

“Uh.. yeah man, just thought I saw a bug crawling on yo face or sum’. But damn, I’m glad we caught this.”

“Me too. But I’m still pissed you dragged me outta bed so fuckin’ early.”

“Man what’d I say? Don’t bitch while we havin’ a moment!”

Franklin only laughed and Lamar felt something in him stir. It was good to hear him laugh.

“So now what?”

“Well, if we leave now by the time we get back into the city some of them diners should be open for breakfast.”

“This early in the day?”

“Believe it or not Frank but the rest of society does their shit earlier than you. So ya, people eat this early.”

They went back to the car, with Chop riding shotgun this time. Franklin wanted to rest his eyes until they got to whatever food place Lamar was taking them to, earning a snarky comment from him. Lamar wanted to pick a decent place to eat and eventually settled on an old diner they went to as kids. He poked Franklin, reanimating him back to life.

“Look where we at dog.”

“Ohh shit, this that diner we used to go to after school everyday! It’s still in business?”

“Guess so man. Let’s go!”

“Wait! What about Chop?”

Shit. Right. Chop looked at the two men, tilting his head sadly.

“You wanna jus’ bring the food back to yo crib?”

“Eh fuck it. Why not.”

They decided on some basic breakfast food and brought it back to Franklin’s place. The big windows in his kitchen would illuminate the room well enough, and Lamar could value the view from there.

“So tell me Lamar, why’s it you only wanna go see the sunrise? You never mention watchin’ the sunset dog.”

“Ion really know myself homie. One day I just started gettin’ up early wit’ Chop to go walkin’ n shit.”

“Can we watch the sunset sometime then? I am tired of gettin’ up at the asscrack of dawn.”

“That’s cuz you ain’t get yo 9 hours dog.”

“Man, shut the fuck up. Who the hell gets 9 hours at our age? Bozo.”

“I’m just sayin’ maybe if you got some normal sleep for fuckin’ once you wouldn’t be such a GD grouch.”

“Whatever you say bro.”

The two finished their food in comfortable silence, with Franklin scolding Lamar at least once or twice for feeding Chop table scraps.

“So whatchu wanna do now?”

“We could always go catch a movie or sum’, maybe go see that Meltdown movie ya boy Mike was talkin’ ‘bout.”

“Yeah, I never did get the chance to go see it, with all the chaotic bullshit goin’ on.”

They left Chop at home after a long goodbye from Lamar, telling him that as soon as they got back that he would get all the treats in the world and all that other mushy shit. Franklin mocked the high-pitched voice he used to speak to Chop, earning a smack in the arm from Lamar.

They arrived for a matinee showing at the the theater closest to Franklin’s house, getting a bunch of complimentary snacks and some drinks. The movie was awful, but in a way that it was enjoyable to watch. A movie so bad it was good. Franklin kept leaning in to whisper to Lamar how corny the whole thing was, saying that it was definitely right up Michael’s alley. He ignored the closeness between him and his friend as best as he could, but he still shuffled in his seat awkwardly.

“Hey uh, Frank. I’mma go to the bathroom real quick, stretch my legs n shit.”

“Aight, see you in a minute homie.”

His walk to the bathroom felt stagnant, and when he got there all he could do was look at himself in the mirror. What the fuck was his problem right now?

“Get it the fuck together LD. It’s just Frank, it’s nothing weird. Chill out.” He spoke aloud to himself.

He splashed water in his face and walked back to the room showing Meltdown. The movie was almost over and Franklin didn’t make anymore comments. Lamar sighed inwardly, just wanting to get out of there already, despite the whole going-to-see-a-movie thing being his idea to begin with. He didn’t know why he was feeling the way he did right now, and he didn’t know how to make it go away. Franklin leaned over to whisper in his ear once more, sending a chill down Lamar’s spine.

“Dog, this movie sucks and it’s almost over anyway, you wanna just get out of here?”

“Uh.. yeah, yeah. Chop’s prolly missin’ us right now anyway.”

Lamar drove them back this time, driving a lot faster than he should’ve been.

“Woah, homie slow down! What’s the fuckin’ rush for?!”

“I jus’.. Ion know I’m not feelin’ too hot right now and I really jus’ wanna get back to yo place. Maybe lie down or sum’..”

“That ain’t gon’ happen if we get in a fuckin’ car wreck though!”

He slowed it down a bit hearing Franklin’s concerned tone, frustrated by that feeling again. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch. They pulled up into Frank’s driveway, Lamar nearly knocking over his recycling can, earning another disgruntled comment from Franklin.

“You been actin’ so weird bro, what’s goin’ on?”

“I honestly don’t know. Maybe the food we had jus’ not sittin’ right wit’ me.”

“Well, like you said go lie down or sum’. You wanna sleep in my bed for now? I’ll go take care of Chop or-“

“Uh sure, aight. I’mma go.. do that.”

Franklin looked at him like he had two heads, lifting a brow up in suspicion.

“Aight then, holla at me when you feel somewhat better.”

Lamar basically ran down the stairs to Franklin’s room, closing the door tight behind him. He slid down the door, looking straight ahead. Why did he feel so- so weird right now? He had a pleasant day overall with his best friend, what could possibly be bothering him?? He tossed his head back, making a small thud sound against the door. Groaning out loud, he did a walkthrough of today. He drove to Franklin’s, wanting to see the sunrise. Nothing unusual, this was a common thing they did. The sunrise was pretty, and lit everything up wonderfully. Again, nothing out of the ordinary. Franklin wasn’t entirely a buzzkill when they made it there, if anything he looked tranquil, the sun making his brown eyes glow. Then what? They got food, which tasted just like how he remembered from when Frank and him were just teens. Went to a movie which they basically talked the whole way through, Franklin continuously whispering in his ear. His voice so low and close made him feel hot all over, but it was just because whispering was like that no matter who was doing it. So what the hell was his problem right now? He must not have noticed how long he was in there, because he heard a light tap at the door.

“Lamar? You good homie?”

He rushed to stand up, pretending like he just woke from a short nap.

“Uh, yeah dog, doin’ just fine. Think layin’ down helped.”

“Good. You want me to take you home or do you wanna stay here?”

Part of Lamar wanted to stay just to be around Franklin a little while longer. The other part of him wanted to run right out the door. He thought it over, and figured he might need time to himself. He didn’t think he had it in him to be around Franklin after such a strange day. At least, a strange day for him. Franklin was thankful for the fact they had one normal day to hangout without shenanigans on Lamar’s part… besides the way he had been acting up to now.

“I think I’mma jus’ head back.”

“Aight then.”

The car ride back was silent. Lamar felt like the air was suffocating him, like any minute he’d pass out. He shifted in his seat to look out the window, familiar streets coming up. He didn’t want to look at Franklin for some reason, turning away from him.

“Hey, we here.”

He sat up, getting ready to get out of the car, until Franklin grabbed his wrist. Lamar felt like he was burning him with the contact.

“Ay man, what the fuck’s your problem today?”

“I already told you, it was the food or sum’, chill out dog.”

He loosened his grip, looking unsatisfied with his answer.

“Man fine, but if you hidin’ somethin’ from me I wanna fuckin’ know.”

“I’m not, I promise you.”

“You better not be, you mysterious bitch. Remember, you dragged me out of bed to hangout today.”

He winced, feeling guilty somehow.

“Yeah F, I know.”

Lamar looked back at his house, not wanting to get caught in Franklin’s death stare.

“I’ll see ya later or sum’ Frank.”

“See ya homie.”

He turned back, watching Franklin drive away. Torn between a relieved mood, and a pang of loneliness. As he walked inside his house, he slammed the door in frustration. Franklin and him were on the same page- he didn’t know why he was acting the way he was. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he went to a last resort to get an idea of something. That stupid psychic shoutout website that was growing in popularity. At least it was free.

Hello. What brings you to Miss Marcy’s site?

fuck you think, lady. help me out here

What with?

some fuckin explanation for why i feel weird rn

Were you just with a friend?

uh yeah

kinda why i’m here to begin with

I see. How close are you to said friend?

well, he like a brother to me ig? idk

never thought 2 deeply abt it.

A family friend? Hmm… I’m seeing the letter F, or T.

damn, you kinda good. it’s f

Wait a minute, I’m getting another letter. L!

yeah! my name starts with l!

You wouldn’t happen to be… I see it now… Lamar?

woah, you really fuckin good lady.

Well, I know I’m a psychic, but I have a feeling I spoke to your friend already.

you did?

Since when did Franklin visit stupid sites like this? He felt a blush creeping onto his face, wondering if Franklin might’ve been in the same boat as him at some point.

Yes. I think I have the answer to your problem, Lamar

please.

anything’ll help

Are you absolutely sure you want to hear it?

When I spoke to your friend, he didn’t seem too pleased with what I had to say.

c’mon lady don’t be a cocktease rn i need help

Well… okay.

You love him.

uh duh

he’s my best friend

why wouldn’t i?

No, I mean

You’re… *in* love with him.

His jaw went slack. He stared blankly at the screen. What?

the fuck?

uh no

ain’t no way.

I’m seeing a long time friendship. Lots of pining.

you ain’t seeing shit lady

u got it wrong

I knew you would say this - you can be mad at me all you want, but think it over

seriously, just think it over.

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

“Fuck.” He whispered to himself.

“Fuck!”

He tossed his phone across the room onto his worn down couch. That didn’t solve his problem. If anything, it just made it worse. Love? Franklin? Him? What the fuck was that bitch smoking? He threw his palms over his face, groaning. He didn’t wanna think about what the fuck she meant. Because there was no way in hell he was in love with Frank. He couldn’t be. That was his day one. His best friend. That would be wrong, right? He paced around his living room, mind racing too quick for his liking. That couldn’t be the explanation for today. No way. That’s just ridiculous. There’s no way… no way he-

Then he thought about it. Like, really thought about it. The gears in his head were running at full speed now.

“Oh shit.”

//end of pt 1!!!!! this is already long as is, and i think i’m gonna finish it in another part or so. apologies for any grammatical errors ofc 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

#grand theft auto 5 #lamar davis #franklin clinton #franklin/lamar #unrequited love #one sided pining #pining #framar

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