#two part post

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LOVE TRANSGENDER PEOPLE FOREVER

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for april fools we're sending humans to the moon sayonara you weeaboo shits

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I Don't Wanna Know

Shanks x GN Reader. Part 1 of 2. 1988

Desc: You're the love of his life, so what can he do when he starts having suspicions?

TW: Cheating (not fr but looks bad)

CW: High angst, will NOT end happy in this chap.

Shanks was someone who thought he would never be able to give all of himself to another. He could have friends, he could have flings, he could even have a short-term lover; but they’re never close. Failed relationships that came from him closing himself off, so eventually he stopped. “It’s for the greater good.” He tells himself every time he lets a relationship fade to nothing, even if pain fills his heart. He assumed it would always be that way. He assumed that, if he ever did find someone, it would have to be after everything is done. Shanks wouldn’t rely on them, they wouldn’t be burdened, everything would be finished so he wouldn’t need any help. That’s what his plan was if he ever did manage to accept someone’s heart and let them into his.

“Shanks!” That’s what it was supposed to be, but what he considered fate has once again changed. “You’re back.” You walk over to him and smooch the tip of his nose. Despite his insistence on how it was a bad idea for you to give your heart to a pirate that could hardly visit your island, you did. Very well, too. Too well. It’s like you took your heart and coaxed open his to mesh the two together no matter how much he tried to keep a distance, to keep a facade.

“Baby!” He happily smiles and affectionately rubs his nose against yours.

“Feeling tense?”

“You’re too good at reading me, love. At least give me some time to care for you.” He is tense.

“You can care for me plenty once you’ve got yours. I trust you.” His heart skips a beat as you hold his hand to lead him inside your home.

“I trust you too.” You sit him down on your couch and take off his coat, hanging it up before replacing it with a blanket. You plop down next to him and he leans on you with a sigh of relief. All of his tension is already melting. “I’m getting your couch dirty..” He mumbles and you pet his hair.

“You can shower later.” You look down to find him already asleep, face peaceful and vulnerable. He doesn’t want to think of you this way, but he almost feels like you’re a reward for his hard work. Like all his thoughts of self-sacrifice were stopped and he’s allowed to have something after telling himself he shouldn’t expect a reward for so long. You’re hell of a reward though, too much actually, sometimes he feels anxious that you’ll dump him one day; not that you let him think that for long. You’re always so obviously loyal that he doesn’t think you might cheat anymore, or that you’re talking bad behind his back, or that you secretly want to leave him. You’ve upped him so much he would probably even chase after you now instead of that “it’s for the greater good” self-sabotage you constantly scold him about. His life isn’t perfect but it feels bearable now, so much he doesn’t even know how he bore it before you. Not well, clearly.

It starts little.

After his nap he went to shower and found new products you don’t typically use.

“Trying something new?” He asks, feeling it’s been used a few times.

“Oh!” There’s a pause. “Yeah, not often though. Just for experiment.” Weird pause, but he brushes it off as you being nervous he would judge.

“You’d be just as attractive no matter what you use.” He comes out in casual wear, kissing your face until you laugh. Your fridge is more full than normal, too. More variety and snacks you don’t get. ‘They’re trying new things. I hope they aren’t bored here. I’ve offered them being on my ship but.. no I shouldn’t think about that. This is their home, it’s dangerous to be with me.’ Though sometimes he worries someone will get the hint that someone precious to him is here and target you as people did to Ace. No matter Shanks’s importance, he can die, or be caught up somewhere; if that happens his enemies would know the exact place to target. He never wants to choose between you and his responsibility. He knows that he would be inclined to choose you, and that’s too dangerous. Yet if he didn’t choose you.. he doesn’t want to think about it. His subconscious has given him enough nightmares in the days he wishes you were by his side where he could personally keep you safe.

It begins to pile.

Despite your insistence that the products were only a test, they’re still here the next time he visits. You’ve switched out a few pieces of furniture and some of them aren’t your style.

“You’ve been exploring a lot more, should I bring different gifts for you when I visit?” Shanks asks while looking over the new paint color in your kitchen. It’s a question from his heart since he truly believes you’re just changing style and wants to help in that. When he asks you visibly falter.

“Ah—no. You don’t have to. I still like the gifts you bring.” While you’re talking from another room he notices some of his gifts packed away.

‘I should bring something smaller or disposable if they’re running out of space.’ Another excuse he makes, unknowing. He’s gotten over his insecurity, yet when he finds one of the gifts you said you loved tucked away something stirs in his heart that he pushes down.

On his way back to his ship after visiting he spots a man with kinky pink hair and a green jacket. There’s a mushroom sewed onto the pocket.

‘Cool jacket.’ He thinks to himself. ‘I should get pants in that style if I find some.’ It embeds in his mind.

_________________

Shanks stares at the snail on the deck, his friends around him.

“You look nervous.” Lucky points out. “Are you holding anything in?” The captain flinches.

“Huh? No! I’m not worried or anything.” He responds defensively.

“..I meant if you had to piss or shit. If you need to go to the bathroom we can pick it up for you so you don’t miss the call.” The cook says, put off by his captain’s reaction. His other friends give him a look of suspicion or confusion.

‘Right. Fuck. Lucky has always been like this.’ Shanks still remembers when the left hand suggested knocking a baby Uta out when she wouldn’t stop crying. ‘What am I thinking?’ Before anyone else could say something the den den rings. Shanks picks it up.

“Hello?” It's your voice, the redhead’s expression immediately turns to happiness.

“Honey!” He calls out to you and you let out a small laugh. “I would love to keep you to myself but the others do want to say hello.”

“(Y/n) how have you bee-” Rockstar starts,

“UO AHHH!” Monster immediately interrupts with a happy yell. The two bump heads in the background as everyone else gives their greetings and talks to you. You happily chat with them for a bit before Shanks snatches the transponder snail.

“Alright! I think it’s time for me and my ~sweetiepie~ to talk alone.” Shanks doesn’t call you often like this considering the Navy has snails that can eavesdrop so when he does get the chance he makes the most of it. Once he’s alone in his quarters the two of you chat. About your life, about how much you love each other, maybe even some steaminess depending on if you’re into that.

“I’ve been doing well at home. You always send me money anyways so I work for some extra money and for something to do.”

“I’d give you more but the crew keeps stopping me. Even if it’s my share! Can you believe that? Sometimes I really feel like I need some more respect around here.”

“I agree with them, too much money would make me feel weird anyway. What if I turn corrupt or just keep it not knowing what to spend it on.”

“True.” He likes that you still work despite not needing to. Even if a dark part of him wants you to need everything from him, he likes seeing you do something you actually love; it makes him worry less about you. “You would be pretty hot ordering me around thou-”

“Hey, can I have your leftovers from yesterday if I cook you something?” Shanks freezes when he hears a male voice from your side of the call. You sound panicked.

“Yeah go ahead! I’m on call right now.” You talk quickly and the voice is gone. There’s some silence.

“A friend?” Shanks asks, trying to sound as casual as he can.

“Yes! He came to visit for a bit.”

‘Why did he mention yesterday.’ A prickling voice in the redhead’s mind says before he shoves it down with the excuse that you could’ve just went out to eat. You two can just be friends, even if he’s never heard that voice before, even if you never spoke about getting any new friends. You don’t have to tell him everything about your life. It’s okay. It’s okay. “Don’t talk too much about food, you’ll make me hungry and I want to make this call count.” He tries to keep his voice positive but it’s difficult and you notice it.

“Are you worried, honey? It really is just a friend, I’m sorry I didn’t mention him before.” You sound apologetic and he feels a bit guilty. He should trust you despite the signs building up. “Anyway our anniversary is soon, right? Well not that soon actually but it’s still less than 4 months away.”

“...Mhm. I’ll be visiting in two months, then be back a little after to celebrate. Sorry I can’t make it on the dot.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind if something comes up and you come later-”

‘Is it because they don’t want me there?’

“-too. I know Yonko life can be unpredictable, especially when you’ve got a lot going on.” Right. He’s told you everything. You know about his responsibilities and that’s why you’re being understanding. It’s not because you don’t want him there. It’s not. You love him and he loves you. When he visits you you’ll both love each other and the time after that you two will spend your anniversary loving each other. Alone together. Loyal to one another.

The next time Shanks visits, he finds a familiar jacket in your laundry.

It’s okay. It could’ve just gotten dirty. He ignores the other clothes he doesn’t recognize.

He finds another toothbrush.

It’s okay. He could just be sleeping over every so often. Shanks ignores how used it looks.

He finds a kinky pink hair on your pillow.

It’s okay, friends can still sleep on the same bed. Maybe your friend even just took a nap there. He ignores how you have a guest room.

“Shanks!! Where are you?” You yell his name from another room. Shanks is in the guest bedroom and in his hand is an opened box of condoms. His hand is shaking. He slowly opens the drawer, puts it back where he found it, and kicks the edge of the wood before going back to the living room where you are.

“I’m right here! Sorry, I hit my foot on something.” Your eyes widen.

“Don’t just stay silent when that happens! Sit down, I’ll check. Jeez you should really be more careful…” He spaces out as he sits down. You’re fussing over him but he can’t hear you. Still, you’re so kind to fuss over him when he’s gotten much more hurt than this. You always make him feel much better. He doesn’t know how he bore life before you. Not well. Not well at all. He’s so happy you’re with him. He’ll stay happy. You’re still with him, still caring about him.

So he ignores it.

Next

how could you do this to him.. you MONSTER. YOU did this. What, me!? Why would this be my fault.. <- wrote this. Anyway, as you can assume, you look really bad right now.. stay tuned next week to see wtf youre actually doing. Ooo i wonder what oooo. *wiggly fingers*. Another person who's fault this is is @inseobts . Im making this happy ending in the end but i wanted to at least end a chapter sadly. Who knows, if youre into angsty stuff you can pretend it ends here. Freak <- wrote this.

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!! :D okay so!! yandere!miguel o'hara x gn!reader smut where reader is pining after miguel and has been for a while, and miguel picks up on it and rails reader (I'm sorry T^T I'm very awkward when requesting D:) and there's size difference/kink, marking kink, overstimulation + multiple orgasms (for reader mostly but miguel has like, a lot of stamina bc of spider-man thing and keeps going for a couple rounds), and possessive behavior on miguels part? :D!!! also feel free to not do this request if you aren't comfy, pls just respond to this and tell me if you don't wanna write this!! /nf

Thank you so much for requesting lovely Annon!!!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond, I'm pretty rusty after not writing for so long! That being said, I hope this is what you were expecting when you requested!! Please feel free to tell me if this is like butt-fuck awful or something 😭 I'm also sorry if I slipped up while writing the smut portion, I haven't written gn smut before so I'm still getting used to it

NOT PROOF-READ!! Pls let me know if you spot anything wrong, I'll go back in and fix it

read part one here

wc-> 2.8k (yall are eating GOOD tonight)

cw-> everything mentioned in the ask!! plus choking & a creampie bc im freaky like dat. also i think this might count as dubcon? don't get me wrong, reader DEFINITELY wants it, but this is probably not how they planned on it going!

(fic directly below the cut)

Crazy in Love . . . (part 2)

You jumped at the sight of your boss standing in the corner of your bedroom. Your face pales as you stare wide-eyed at him, trying to make sense of what was happening.

“Miguel. . .?” You question quietly, still attempting to figure out if this was a dream or not. You quickly pinch yourself. Hard.

Yep. Definitely awake.

The large man lets out a quiet chuckle at your action. He shifts his weight, taking a silent step towards you.

You quickly slip out of your bed, immediately missing the warmth the plush blankets provided you. The cold wood of your floor bites through your bare feet as you shuffle ever so slightly away from him.

“Miguel, what are you doing here? If you needed me to come in for work, you could have just called.”

He lets out another chuckle, but this one was. . . darker. Something about him was off, but you couldn't place it. Yet.

“Oh pequinã, don't tell me you honestly expect me to think  you to be that naïve.”

His words send a chill straight through your spine. I guess that answers my thoughts about the bottle then. . .

Your gaze narrows as you attempt to subtly move towards your knife drawer. “I'm not naïve O’Hara, I just don't understand why you're doing this. I assume you're behind all the shit that's been happening to me, right?” Your tone is hard, feigning confidence to try and throw him off your trail.

Miguel chuckles low and dark at you. He gives a malicious smile, his fangs poking out ever so slightly from the corners of his upsettingly tempting mouth. “Sì, pequiña, it was me.” 

He moves closer, his broad shoulders hunched slightly like a cat stalking its prey. His face is dark and slightly flushed, and there’s an evil gleam in his eyes like he knows something you don't. 

“Why are you doing this?,” you repeat, moving further away from him and closer to your dresser. Your tone is solid, but uncertainty hangs thick in the air between the two of you. “What game are you playing, O’Hara? Even for you this is sick.”

His eyes flash dangerously where he stands, illuminated only by the street lights shining into your small bedroom. He looks out of place, far too large and most certainly unwelcome. His red and blue suit is pulled tight across the impressive muscle he does nothing to hide, big and bulking and suffocating. 

“Sick? Oh Y/n, more than you know.” His lips curl into a cruel smile as he grows ever closer, even in the darkness that surrounds the two of you. It’s like he's been here before, planned this happening a million different times in a million different ways. A shiver runs down your spine, not from the cold but from the pure fear coursing through your veins.

This isn’t good. You keep your eyes trained on your boss, trying desperately to come up with a way to diffuse this situation. Spending as much time as you do around the spider-folk, it’s almost like you have a spidey sense of your own. And right now it’s screaming one thing at you.

RUN

You make a split second decision, darting towards your dresser as fast as you can, reaching for your drawer, your only hope at salvation. You wrench it open and reach your hand in, searching for the handle of the blade you keep stashed inside.

No. . .

“Looking for this, little one?” The smugness in his voice sends another chill down your spine as a look of pure terror washes over your face. Miguel grips your knife in his large hand, the blade glinting in the slivers of light. “Did you really think I’d make it that easy for you? You know how much I love a fight, pequiña.”

He rushes at you, his open hand finding your throat and squeezing quickly. His breath hot and heavy in your face as he stares into your eyes, his red ones practically glowing with desire and something much more primal. You claw at the hand around your throat, trying desperately to get it to loosen enough for your escape. Miguel makes a noise somewhere between a groan and a chuckle, his grip staying firm despite your scratching. 

“What are you doing?!,” you manage to wheeze out, frantically glancing between his face and the blade still clenched in his other fist, “Miguel! I really mean it, cut this out!”

His face twists into another evil smile, taking great pleasure in watching you struggle against his large frame. He quickly places the knife on your dresser, just barely out of your reach. He’s taunting you, playing a sick game with your life. “Do you really mean that, pequiña, or are you just acting? I’ve seen the way you look at me, the glances you steal when you think I’m focused on my work,” He leans in closer somehow, his face centimeters from yours, “The way your face heats up when I’m close.”

A dull warmth rushes through your body, concentrating at your core. Damn him. You open your mouth to let out  a retort, but he quickly shushes you, the smile never leaving his chiseled face. “I already know, love. I’ve been watching you just as much as you have me.”

Your body aches at the gravel in his voice, deep and rough and wanting. “Miguel. . .”

Before you can say another word to him he scoops you into his arms,  his hand finally leaving your neck long enough for you to take a nearly-steady breath. He takes a few steps towards your bed before carefully throwing you back into the plush mattress. You prop yourself onto your elbows as Miguel towers over you standing at the side of your bed. 

“Pequiña. . . you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.”

And then he’s on you, pulling your face to his in a crushing kiss that tastes like power and raw unfiltered hunger. You let out a moan, unable to control your wanting in his presence. Your noise only encourages him further as he slips one hand behind your head to pull you closer as the other one dances sinfully down your body, reaching closer to where you so desperately want him. 

He breaks the kiss and you catch your breath, panting from the intensity of what just happened. Miguel gazes down at you, still standing tall and strong above you, his frame blocking out all hope of escape.

Not that you were looking. 

The hand that was tracing down your front pauses for a moment at the waistband of your pants, the tips of his fingers barely grazing your skin. You inhale sharply at the sensation, meeting his heavy gaze with one of your own. 

And that’s all he needs. 

His red claws slice through your sleep shorts, turning them into thin strips of ribbon that flutter softly onto the floor. He positions you near the edge of your beg, legs spread wide and bare to him. Miguel lets out a groan as he falls with a heavy thud to his knees in front of you, his face level with your body. 

Slowly, carefully, teasingly Miguel slides his large hands across the vast expanse of your bare legs, up your calves and over your thighs, kneading the skin roughly and then planting biting kisses as he moves. When he reaches the inside of your thighs, he pulls them apart harshly and sinks his sharp teeth fully into your skin. A searing pain screams through your body for a moment before turning into white-hot pleasure, his thick tongue swiping at the wound as his fingers finally move to the source of your pleasure.

A low moan slides out of your mouth as he works his hands over you, stroking and pinching and pulling masterfully at your sensitive body. It felt like he’d mapped out your body, knowing exactly where to hit and when. Soft sounds of pleasure rapidly fall from your lips as he increases his speed and force, all but abusing you. 

“Miguel. . .” you breathe out shakily, and he does nothing but laugh at you before diving back in for another brutish kiss. His sheer size overwhelms your frame, and your senses become overwhelmed with nothing but him.

More moans come from you now, increasing in both volume and intensity. Miguel eats the sounds, returning them with some of his own low groans into your throat. His fingers continue to work you to your peak as your kiss grows ever deeper. Your sounds let him know your end is close, and he gives you exactly what you want, moving his fingers to just the right place to finally make you snap. 

You finish violently, your back arching off the bed as he overworks your body, moans turn into gasps and soft cries of pain, but that only encourages him to keep going. When his hands finally leave you, it's only a fraction of a second before his mouth finds your release, his long tongue licking slow stripes up and down, savoring your taste.

“Please,” you beg, body too overstimulated to do anything other than lay there and take his torture, “I can’t. . .”

Miguel chuckles against you, the vibrations sending another wave of painful pleasure through your body and making your legs clamp firmly around his brawny head. “Oh Pequiña,” he says into you between hot laps at your core, “I’m only just getting started.”

He stands quickly, finally giving you a break from his barrage of delight. 

His hair is messier than usual and slightly damp with sweat, his brown locks falling haphazardly across his forehead. You stare at him through half lidded eyes, watching as his suit slowly dissolves and exposes dark skin rippling with muscle and strength. As Miguel stands before you in all his glory, only one word comes to mind. 

Big.

He stares at you in a way you’ve never seen before- hot, primal, hungry. He’s on you before you have time to react, once again smothering you with his huge body. You scoot quickly up the bed, your back hitting against the headboard of your bed as Miguel only grows closer. Without so much as a sound, he yanks your t-shirt over your head and discards it with what used to be your shorts. You stare at each other for a moment, the air thick with desire and heat. Miguel lets out a growl and grabs you by the ankles, pulling you towards him with a ferocity that says he’s not planning on letting you truly rest any time soon. 

You let out a yelp of surprise before your body goes still. Something firm and heavy twitches against your slick skin. Miguel’s mouth  forms a smirk that only  a man who knows what he has can give, and you watch as one of his rough hands grabs hold of himself. 

“Enjoying the show, Pequiña? Don’t worry, it’s all yours.”

His hand comes up to his mouth and he spits into it before wrapping it around himself once more, giving a few rapid tugs and letting out more of those sinful moans. You feel his thick mushroom tip press against your opening, before slowly sliding inside.

The sensation is unreal, unlike everything you’ve ever felt before. He stretches you completely, and it feels like he was made to do it. His breathing turns erratic as he bottoms out, his voice going hoarse and even lower than usual. He says something in Spanish that you can only imagine is absolutely disgusting, and you clench around him. 

Miguel’s eyes flash that deep blood red again before he pulls fully out of you. You don’t even have a moment to miss the way he feels before he thrusts into you at an absolutely punishing pace, slamming his hips into yours like you’d disappear without him inside you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as all thoughts leave you, the only thing reminding you this is real is the sound of your skin meeting and the feeling of being torn apart from the inside. 

Miguel leans his head down into your neck and you feel his tongue licking up your neck, leaving a trail of hot saliva everywhere it goes. He keeps with his grueling pace in you as he leaves bites across your throat, not one being gentile. You can feel his fangs sinking into your skin, leaving disaster in their wake. You’re sure your skin is already turning deep shades of purple and red from the sheer force of him, and you don’t mind one bit. 

He only gets rougher as he goes on, and you know it won’t be long before he has you coming undone yet again. He comes up from leaving his marks on your neck to press another one of his dominating kisses to your mouth, exploring everything you have to offer him and staking his total claim over your mind, body, and soul. He makes another one of his depraved sounds, and moves one of his hands to your nipple while the other keeps its tight grip on your hip.

His fingers- god, his fingers- once again pinch and pull on your sensitive body, his entire hand encompassing your chest and you are struck yet again by the sheer size of this man, in every sense of the word. He lowers his head again, this time sucking a trail of bruises from your throat down to where his hand plays with you. In one fluid motion, he latches his lips around your tit and places his hand against your throat again, squeezing just as he did earlier. 

The sensations are too much for your body, and another world-destroying orgasm washes over your body. The sheer force of it rattles your bones and the sound you let out was more scream than moan as your walls clench ever tighter around Miguel. His volume rivals your own as he continues to pound into you, well after the pleasure has faded. He ruins you in ways you didn’t even think were possible, tears in your eyes as he gives you no time to relax. 

Miguel pulls out quickly and you can see strings of yourself still clinging onto him, not willing to let him fully part from your body. He gives your chest one final squeeze before flipping you over and pulling your hips up to him once again. He lands a firm smack onto your ass, and you can feel the handprint already forming on your skin. It's no more than a second before he's back inside you, even deeper than before. 

He grabs handfuls of your plush hips, using them as leverage and a way to pummel right into your epicenter. He’s ruthless, merciless, and feral, using you like his shiny new toy, and you know that's exactly what you are. You and Miguel let out moans of pure sin, your voices intertwining together just like your bodies. 

You feel him lean down, his voice husky and low in your ear. “Pequiña. . .you’re so perfect for me, you take it so good.”

Your toes curl at his words as he whispers more dirty things into your ear;  presa,  mimado,  perfecta, mine.

You can tell he's getting close to his end, his thrusts become sloppy and his rhythm changes rapidly from fierce and steady to slow and mild. You can feel him twitching inside of you, thick and pulsating and burning red-hot. “Please Miguel,” you moan as his pace increases even more savagely at his name “Give it to me.”

His moan at your words tells you they were exactly what he wanted to hear. His pace becomes erratic, unforgiving, entirely consuming of everything you’ve ever known. You feel his hair brush your shoulder, and then that delicious pain overtakes you yet again as his teeth sink deep into your shoulder and he finally, finally hits his peak. 

You feel him release inside you, hot and filling and absolutely addictive, and you do the same. The world falls out from beneath you as the two of you fully and truly become one. You don’t know how long it lasts, but you think it must have been close to eternity. Miguel's body shakes violently against you as you two pulse in time with each other, neither one wanting to break the spell that’s been placed on the moment. 

《♡》

You shift in Miguel's arms, looking up at him with tired eyes as he stares down at you with a look that tells you he’d move worlds and hang stars for you. You give him a melty smile and nuzzle further into his bare chest. 

“Hey Mig, I have a question.” You say, a lazy smile crossing your face. 

Miguel laughs softly as you, staring at you with love but still something darker, ever present. “What is it, my love?”

"So like, are you just naked under there all the time or. . .?" 

Miguel lets out a groan and playfully hits you in the face with a pillow. "For you, Pequiña, always.”

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I had this silly lil Persona x Caine idea that I wanted to desperately get out.. so enjoy me trying to make a comic! :D

PART 1/2

Part two

Because theres too many drawings to fit in only ONE post :(

[mangoentusiast]

Tis the season, i guess?

boyfriend!kento x reader

synopsis: nanami kento was a man of schedule, he had everything planned out on a google calendar by the minute and unfortunately for you, he couldn’t find anywhere to squeeze you in. so what happens when, what you think is a proposal vacation goes wrong?

content warnings: ANGST!!! commitment issues, hurt no comfort, slow build, mean!kento, heart break, first time angst writer.. (oopsies)

word count: 1081

author note: splitting this into two parts! one now, and one in december, decembers part will be heavily inspired by “cindy lou who” by sanrina carpenter! (love her sooooo much) anyways happy thanksgiving to those who celebrate! (i’m hoping this is uploaded around the same time as thanksgiving lmfao)

please do not copy, translate, or steal my work!

likes, reblogs, follows, and comments are appreciated!

nanami kento was 25, he faced years of relatives asking “you’re still single?” to which he would always reply “yes, i’m focused on working.” his relatives always gave a pitying smile handing him a glass of whiskey, to which he never refused.

now, he was 27 and he still always accepted his glass of whiskey at the table while everyone fought over the best pieces of turkey. but there was one small detail that changed, you. always perched by his side, arms linked together, mingling with family. the questions from relatives changed from “you’re still single?” to “when are you popping the question?” and kento would always reply before you, a calm hand on your thigh.

“when the time’s right.”

you had no other choice but to nod along, you always held hope but kento was unreadable.

this year was different, no thanksgiving dinner with his family. instead, he booked two first class tickets to thailand.

the two of you shuffle on board, this was the time. he was going to pop the question.. right?! you’re practically buzzing in your seat watching him place the luggage in the overhead bins trying to scan his body for any hints of a ring box.

he settles in his seat, a heavy arm on your shoulders.

“rest, darling, the flight is long.”

DAY ONE:

you and kento settled in the hotel’s pool. you sit between his legs, his arm wrapped around your waist keeping you warm, a bowl of mangoes in his other hand.

you sigh, he lifts a brow popping another mango slice between your lips.

“penny for your thoughts?”

“oh.. nothing kenny.. i’m just excited for all those special surprises you talked about!”

a small smile appears on his lips, kissing your temple.

“i promise honey, you dont know what’s coming to you.”

DAY TWO:

the sky was still black when kento dragged himself out of bed, he leaned against the elevator wall trying to sleep as much as he could.

and when you finally woke up with the sun peeking in through the windows sheer curtains. rolling over into his arms, he held you tighter.

“good morning dear, ive gotten us breakfast.”

“mm.. g’morning, thank you..”

with a stretch of his arms, kento slowly sat up placing a tray on your lap.

“eat up, we have a long day ahead of us.”

the two of you sit in bed, feeding each other. your mind wondered, imagining that kento could feed you every morning with his ring around your finger his child in your tummy.

after breakfast, it was time for your first activity of the day, a romantic boat ride with stories about the country.

you and kento sat in the boat, listening intently as the guide talked about the history and customs of thailand. kento kissed your temple repeatedly. hand always reaching for his pocket. but no ring.

then, wine tasting the two of you sat in a dim room nibbling on cheese and crackers while sipping on various wines.

he fidgeted, you waited. no ring.

there was still dinner, and two days left before the trip was over meaning kento had all the time in the world.

dinner was nothing less than magical, delicious dumplings, wine, dessert followed by slow dancing at the beach, yet no ring.

DAY THREE:

day three was the complete opposite of day two, sleeping in late and room service.

the two of you went to a planetarium. sitting in the dark observing the earth head on his shoulder.

“it’s hard to believe that everything had to line up perfectly for us to meet.”

“i know darling, i’m so incredibly thankful for you.”

“i love you kenny.”

“and i, you.”

after the planetarium you and kento spent the remainder of the day at the hotel, sunbathing by the pool and getting couples massages.

you waited anxiously for dinner. hoping he would pop the question by tonight but hope was fading quickly.

the two of you sit quietly on the rooftop. picking at your salad.

“is something wrong my dear?”

“oh.. nothing.. i just though you’d propose by now.”

kento stiffens. you look up at him, eyebrow raised. he clears his throat, calling for the check.

“lets talk about this at home.”

arriving at the hotel room, you sit on the edge of the bed, kento stands in front of you shifting uncomfortably.

“listen, darling, i don’t think marriage is something i want. especially not right now.”

“then how long am i supposed to wait for? you’ll be thirty soon, dont you wanna settle by then?”

the room is filled with silence.. kento shifts again, running a hand through his hair.

“i told you, i’m not ready for that yet.”

“then when will you be ready?”

“i.. i dont know, darling.”

“i cant wait forever, kento.”

“i know.. but if you cant wait now, is there even a point?”

it comes out harsher than he means it to, kento sighs as tears build up in your eyes.

“fuck you.”

kento knows there’s no point in arguing back, he doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t reach out to hold you. he just.. closes his eyes, taking a deep breath collecting himself.

“lets go to bed, honey.”

you two fall asleep with y’alls backs to each other, and in the morning kento doesn’t wake up to you in his arms. he wakes up to you gone, bags packed seemingly in the early hours of the night. a single note,

“i’m sorry ken, you were right. i cant keep waiting, maybe it’s not worth it anymore. goodbye ken. get home safe & enjoy your last day.”

DAY FOUR:

on the fourth and final day, kento spent it alone, sulking in the hotels bed. trying to find ways to contact you only to be met with the blocked message.

he cancels the dinner reservations, the art museum tour, everything.

kento knows, he knows it’s his fault for making you wait for so long. he just couldnt see you walking down the isle to him.

when he closed his eyes and imagined a wife, a family, he didn’t see you. he didn’t see anyone, really. it was a difficult truth but you would be better without him and him without you.

[love-my-fictional-men123]

You Don’t Run From Things Like This”

Part 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Black!FEM!Reader

Warnings: Rising romantic tension, mild language, protective!Eddie, bullying themes, a soft moment, almost-kiss.

Word Count: ~1k

Summary: After your first day with Hellfire, you and Eddie get unexpectedly close — and Hawkins gets unexpectedly dangerous.

Lunch with Hellfire had gone better than you ever imagined. You laughed harder than you had in weeks, learned three new inside jokes you definitely weren’t supposed to know yet, and caught Eddie watching you with that curious, amused, soft-on-the-edges expression at least five times.

Maybe six.

Okay, eight.

But who was counting?

The rest of the school day was a blur, but when the final bell rang, you found Eddie leaning against your locker wearing the same wild hair and confident smirk — but something about his expression was more… careful this time.

“There she is,” he said, pushing off the locker. “New Girl Who Survived Day One.”

You tossed your bag over your shoulder. “Barely.”

He fell into step beside you, completely uninvited but somehow impossible to mind.

“So, what’s the verdict?” he asked. “Hawkins High: terrible, awful, or a flaming sinkhole straight to hell?”

“Definitely option three.”

Eddie snapped his fingers dramatically. “I knew you were smart.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled anyway.

“Are you walking home?” he asked as the two of you stepped outside.

“Yeah. My place isn’t far.”

“Perfect,” he said, and then quickly — almost nervously — added, “Not, like, perfect-perfect. Just… perfect because I’m heading that way too.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Eddie, you don’t have to walk me home.”

“I know,” he said lightly, brushing hair out of his face. “I want to.”

And the thing was — you wanted him to, too.

The Walk

The air was warm and the late-afternoon sun stretched long across the cracked Hawkins sidewalks. Leaves skittered in the wind as you and Eddie fell into an easy silence.

After a moment, he peeked at you.

“So… earlier,” he started, “you weren’t intimidated, right? By my… uh… crew?”

You laughed softly. “Eddie, they’re a bunch of nerdy boys with dice. They’re harmless.”

“Hey, don’t say that. They’re vicious,” Eddie said, dramatically offended. “Dustin once threw a pencil at me. Nearly took my eye out.”

You shook your head. “The horror.”

But then Eddie’s voice gentled.

“You fit right in, you know.”

Your steps slowed. You looked up at him — really looked.

“You think so?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, rings clinking. “Yeah. I mean… you laughed with them. They liked you. And you didn’t sit there judging me the whole time, which is new.”

You frowned. “Why would anyone judge you?”

Eddie let out a breathy half-laugh. “Oh, sweetheart. I’m the freak of Hawkins. People cross hallways to avoid me.”

Sweetheart.

There it was again.

Your stomach flipped like it was trying to escape.

“Well,” you said firmly, “I think you’re cool.”

His steps faltered.

He turned and looked at you like you’d just handed him something fragile.

“Yeah?”

You shrugged. “Yeah.”

For a second, Eddie looked like he didn’t know what to do with that information. His cheeks even pinked a little under the mess of curls.

He opened his mouth to reply —

But someone cut him off.

The Interruption

A basketball bounced hard against the pavement.

You both turned.

Three Hawkins jocks stood across the street, smirking. The same one who’d shoulder-checked you earlier stepped forward.

“Well, well, well,” he sneered. “Looks like Munson found a girlfriend.”

Eddie stiffened, jaw tightening.

You saw the way his whole posture changed — not scared, but ready. Defensive. Almost protective.

You stepped forward before he could.

“Do you have something you want to say,” you asked, “or are you just wasting oxygen?”

Eddie blinked at you, surprised.

The jock scoffed. “Relax. Didn’t know the freak had a guard dog.”

Eddie took a step toward him, eyes narrowing. “Say that again.”

“No,” you said sharply, grabbing Eddie’s sleeve. He stopped immediately, eyes darting to you. “He’s not worth it.”

“But—”

“Eddie,” you repeated, softer. “Don’t.”

He swallowed, looked at the jock one last time, then forced himself to turn away.

“You’re lucky she’s here,” he muttered over his shoulder.

The jocks didn’t follow. They just laughed, loud and ugly.

Eddie didn’t say anything until the two of you were far enough away.

“You shouldn’t have to deal with that,” he said quietly.

“I’ve dealt with worse.”

Eddie glanced sideways at you. “…Yeah. I get that.”

Something unspoken passed between you — something about standing out, being looked at, not fitting into the version of Hawkins everyone expected.

And for the first time since arriving in this town, you didn’t feel so alone.

At Your Door

Your house came into view sooner than you expected.

You almost wished it hadn’t.

“Well,” you said, stopping at your driveway, “this is me.”

Eddie rocked back on his heels. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Definitely.”

You expected him to leave then.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he hesitated — the rare, genuine kind of hesitation that meant something mattered.

“Can I… uh… ask you something?” he said, voice softer.

You nodded.

“When you laughed today… at lunch… I—” He cut himself off, running a hand through his hair. “I haven’t heard someone laugh like that at one of my stupid jokes in a long time.”

Your chest tightened.

“And when those guys started talking earlier—” He shook his head. “I’ve never had someone step in for me like that. Not like you did.”

“Eddie—”

“I guess what I’m saying is…” He breathed out nervously. “I’m really glad you’re here. In Hawkins. In Hellfire. With… us. With me.”

You stared at him, the warmth of his words sinking in deep.

“So,” you said softly, “does that mean the Dungeon Master likes me?”

Eddie’s eyes widened — then dropped to your lips for half a second, like he didn’t mean to but couldn’t help it.

“I think,” he murmured, stepping closer, “it means he more than likes you.”

Your heartbeat jumped.

He was so close.

Too close.

Almost perfectly close.

“Eddie…” you whispered.

He leaned in—

Then stopped.

Right at your lips.

Breath touching breath.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice barely there.

You didn’t.

But before either of you could close the distance, a porch light flicked on.

You both jumped.

“My mom,” you said breathlessly. “She’s… uh… probably watching.”

Eddie stepped back, cheeks flushed. “Right. Yeah. Good call. Moms can be… terrifying.”

You laughed, and he stared at you like he wanted to memorize the sound.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he said again, softer this time.

“Yeah,” you answered. “Tomorrow.”

You went inside.

Closed the door.

Leaned against it.

Heart still racing.

Outside, Eddie lingered on your sidewalk a full minute before finally walking off — grinning to himself like a fool.

Here’s part 2 and I good all of the Johnny series completed so with my posting schedule I should be done with the series in like 2 to 3 weeks and then we’ll start with this Spencer series 

[mooliethecupid]

guys…. I’m back ….. TWO part Caine fic…. Part one today….okay? 🪽

—sorry for disappearing, worst writers block EVER. (╥﹏╥)

I’m back now!! Expect more constant updates and fics ^_^

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Newer Wheels

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Brian O’Conner x Street Racer Reader 

Underdog Masterlist Part: 1 2

Summary: Nothing really catches Brian off guard. But this mystery driver throws him for a loop. Warnings: cussing, light smut, car smut, no Brian x Mia in this universe, death mentioned, first film vibes, more story than smut, maybe rushed. Key: -------- = Little time skip (few hours or few minutes) 🈧 = Bigger time skip (could be a few days or few years)  

Credits to all gif owners

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There was a light drizzle out tonight. 

No police, no other racers, open streets and a full tank.

Well at least he thought. 

He stopped at a red light, sliding up next to a 2006 Dodge Viper SRT-10. Deep metallic or pearlescent red (sparkly red). Race-spec deep-dish wheels, white on the rims. A gold color brushed across the sides. An aggressive rear spoiler, ventilated "snake skin" hood and heavily tinted windows. White neon lights throughout the car, even glowing below it.

He was baffled by the design, but still focused on dashing ahead this car. The light turned green and he raced ahead. When he looked through his back window, the car wasn't there. He heard a swoosh and the car was miles ahead of him. He grinned, accepting defeat and went home.

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“ You should have seen it man. It was smooth. Though I wouldn’t design it like that ” Brian yapped to Dom, Han and Tej.

Dom just grunted, going back to fixing his car. Han asked if he saw the driver, the car sounded familiar. Teji took down notes, to get more information at the organized race tonight.

Night fell and the games began. People cut off streets with traffic cones and watchers parked out awaiting any signs of police. In a matter of seconds cars lined the street, leaving room for more to pass. The street lights were dim compared to all the lights from cars and extra supply lights.

Dom and the gang pulled up, people cheering and surrounding them. They were entertaining their guests when more cheers were coming from behind them. The others started cheering, going towards the new car pulling in. The crowd faded away around them, giving them room to see. The car Brian saw the other night was here.

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“ See, that’s the one. Let’s check out the driver, bet he’s got a bunch of cool things under that hood ” Brian said, already walking towards the car.

Dom shook his head at Brian’s excitement, the rest of the gang following him. They got there and pushed through the crowd. Tej was there admiring the car, Brian rushed to him asking about the driver.

“ I don’t know man, they haven’t gotten out yet ”

The driver popped the hood, Brian pulled it up, slotting the holder in place. Most of the crowd gasped at the build, even catching Dom's attention. He stalked to the car, analyzing the engine. 

“ Wow I’ve taken THE Dominic Toretto by surprise, lucky me ” a voice said, getting out of the car.

They looked toward the voice. Brian had to double take, cuz damn you were fine. Dom snarled something back, making you chuckle.

“ Well I do aim to please, Doretto ” you said.

That nickname felt familiar to him, where has he heard that before. He looked at your face for a bit, trying to jog his memory.

Letty saw you, freezing in her tracks. “ Y/n? ” she whispered.

At the mention of your name, memories flooded into Dom's mind. You were their childhood friend, a bit younger than them. Your parents were killed in an accident and you were taken away. They haven't heard from you since, always wondering how you were doing.

Mia heard your name and ran to you. They all did actually, they hugged you surprisingly and you dropped your mask. You and Mia cried, the others just holding you in a longing silence. Brian was confused, waiting for the moment to end.

“ You guys know her? Why didn’t you say so ” Brian scuffed.

“ We haven’t seen her in forever, jack ass ” Letty spit out.

They let you go and you laid the last 10 years of your life to them after you left. They were amazed at your story, but saddened as well. You finished, turning towards Brian. 

“ When did you guys get a new puppy? ” you joked.

Brian squinted his eyes at you.

“ Brian this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Brian ” Dom introduced. You held out your hand to shake his and he proceeded to shake yours.

“ Alright enough chatter, show me your cars ” you ushered them forward.       

You loved Letty's 1997 Nissan 240SX (S14) and expected nothing less of Dom's 1993 Mazda RX-7. They got to Brian’s and you howled. They turned to you confused. You paused, smirking.

“ So I guess you didn’t mention that Brian ” you giggled.

They all turned to Brian and he sighed. “ She dusted me the other night, ” he said silently.

“ Huh? ” Teji said. Dom raised an eyebrow at Brian.

He cleared his throat. “ She dusted me last night, ” he said a little louder. 

Han busted out laughing, giving you a high five. Dom shook his head, he was disappointed in Brian, but would be way more disappointed in you if the situation was reversed. Letty cracked a smile, liking that you showed out. Mia looked away trying not to laugh.

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You, Dom, Brian, Letty and Han all raced that night. Taking cars and names. After getting your fill of speed, you all headed to Dom’s house. You could hear the party inside from out here. You collected your things and headed inside, everyone else following. Dom gave you his room, he basically slept with Letty every night anyways. You climbed the stairs, leaving everyone else to their own devices. 

“ What’s up with her? ” Brian asked, watching you go up.

“ Y/n doesn’t party. Her parents were young party goers, that’s how they died ” Han informed him as he walked past with 2 chicks on his arms.

Brian looked back to you, sadness pinging in his chest. Mia excused herself by going to the kitchen. Dom was chatting with some guys, before Letty passed by him. Dom handed Brian his beer, following Letty upstairs. Brian met with Mia in the kitchen, asking her more about you. Mia answered but eventually turned him away, going to make out with some random dude at the party. 

Brian downed the rest of Dom’s beer and headed upstairs to your door. He knocked, calling your name. You told him to come in, moving from your computer to your bed. 

“ Well today was crazy ” he started, shutting the door behind him.

“ It always is with the Dorettos, ” you smiled.

“ You did good. I think Dom secretly wants to take you under his wing. He’s good at that, seeing someone’s potential ” you continued on.

“ You think so? ” he said, surprised.

“ Yeah, you’re a good driver Brian ” 

“ No, you’re the good driver, ” he said, sitting in front of you on the bed. 

“ I know, I was taught by the best ” you smirked.

“ How’d you get the car? ” he pointed to it from the window.

You looked out at it and then turned back to Brian, your finger coming to your lips. “ A magician never shares their tricks ” 

He looks to your lips and back up to your eyes. Repeating the motion a few times, entering a trance. 

“ I want to kiss you… ” he blurts out quietly and quickly claps his hand over his mouth, apologizing. 

You were taken aback by his forwardness, but something bloomed deep down in your belly. You laughed it off as an awkward joke, but his eyes never strayed from yours. You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, looking down at your hands. 

“ So tell me about you, Bri ” you asked, rubbing at your arm, nervously.

“ What do you wanna know? ” he answered your question with a question.

“ Family? Friends? Lovers? How you got into cars? ” you gave examples. 

He answered all of them in rapid succession, confusing you. Then he slowed down and explained each topic thoroughly. 

You two sat at the head board of your bed, talking all night. You leaned your head on his shoulder, listening to his stories. You eventually fell asleep on him and he drifted off after you. 

In the morning, you were laying on your side, Brian spooning you from behind, hand resting over your waist. You snuggled up against him, enjoying his touch and warmth.   

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You practically moved in with them, the days blurred into weeks and weeks turned into months. You started helping them with the hijacks and winning races with and for them.

One day the police nailed the street race early and hit the spot making people split. You were already in your car when they showed up. You rolled around making sure nobody was gonna get caught. Brian was out running, his car trapped in between a few cars, far away from him. You pulled up to him.

“ Get in ” you yelled, scooting to the passenger side, letting him in.

He took off, a cop following behind. He raced out to the highway. The cop catching up a bit. 

“ Come on Brian!! ” you rushed him. 

He wasn't getting any further from the cop. So you slotted his seat back, hopped into his lap and took over. You swerved through the cars, getting off at an exit when you’ve lost the cop. You kept going, making sure nothing was following you.

“ That old parking garage, right there! ” Brian pointed out.

You rushed in there, parking into a space and climbed back to the passenger side, giving Brian room to relax. Brian sat up in his chair, breath labored, looking at you. 

You looked back at him for a few seconds, before your lips crashed against his, the adrenaline fueling you. He pulled you to his side, settling your legs around his lap. You devoured each other's lips, hands wandering wildly. His hands slipped up your thighs, cupping your ass. You moaned into his mouth and he slipped his hands under your shirt, feeling at the skin underneath.  

You undid his belt buckle, hurriedly. He adjusted under you, helping you get his pants down. You lined up closer to his waist, ready to take him in.

A knock at the window cut you off, ruining the mood. It was Dom, shaking his head at both of you. You fixed your clothes and got out of the car.

“ How did you find us? ” Brian asked, feeling awkward.

“ GPS, he put it in my car last night ” you answered Brian and Dom nodded his head in agreement.

“ Y/n’s a bold one. Be careful Brian ” Han warned Brian playfully, winking. “ There’s another race on southside, can we go now? ” Han whined out.

Dom flicked his head to the side, signaling everyone to bounce. You and Brian hopped in Dom’s car. Dom glared at Brian from the front mirror and you smiled at him from your window mirror. 

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The following months your bond pushed further. Brian came and stayed with you every night. You two talked each other to the bone, a kind of love they only describe in books. Endless nights of love making, he devoured every inch of you. Having never felt this way before, you lived off of it. Falling hard and fast for Brian.

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You were collecting your winnings, when Brian called. He asked you to meet him.

You pulled up to the location, a stunning view of the city below. He was sitting on his hood, picking at his fingers. You hopped out of the car, joining him. He acknowledged your presence, but was silent for a while.

“ Bri, are you okay? ” you asked.

He shook his head yes and took your hand in his, kissing it. Your heart fluttered at the action, pulling him into a hug. He hugged back, pecking you on the forehead.

You both laid back on the hood, talking. Brian asked you about your future and you responded with various amounts of possibilities. Most of them involve him and you, together. The excitement in your voice hit him hard. He guessed Dom and the rest haven’t told you about him yet. 

He felt tears welling up a little, knowing he’d hurt you and that he’ll probably never see you again. You noticed his silence, only hearing yourself talking. You looked at him and saw a tear streaming down his face.

“ Brian? What’s wrong? You know you can tell me ” you wiped his tear away and he sat up.

You sat up with him, worry filling your bones. He knew you would still comfort him, even though he had done so many bad things. To which you were unaware of, the guilt surged up his body. 

You saw tears now falling from his eyes.

“ Oh Brian it’s okay ” you hugged him, sadness blooming in your heart.

“ I’m so sorry Y/n ” his voice broke, wrapping his arms around you.

“ Bri you don’t have to apologize for crying ” you reassured. 

You thought it was ridiculous he was apologizing for crying in front of you, probably some man pride thing. Brian snuggled into the crook of your neck and you rubbed his back. He bathed in your touch, knowing he’d never feel it again.

Your phone lit up, a message from Tej about a new bidding and race. You ignored it, going back to Brian. He told you it was fine, saying he needed to go somewhere anyway. You made sure he was okay, promising him a nice warm cuddle when you got back home.

He smiled at that, but told you he’d be looking forward to it. He apologized once more and you dismissed it. He watched you leave, burning it in his mind. He knew you’d eventually find out the reasoning for his sorrys. He just wished he could be man enough to tell you himself. 

He got in his car, reporting back to the station. He looked at his hood, where you last were, this being his last night with you.

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You returned from your 3 stage street races when Mia informed you of the news. Jessie was dead, Vince was in the hospital and Dom was wanted. 

You went to call Brian to share the news, but Dom stopped you, telling you he was a cop and couldn’t be trusted. You didn’t want to believe any of it, you screamed at Dom, hitting and punching at him. 

He caught your arms, bringing you in and hugging you. He held you there, letting you cry it out. His heart broke for you on the inside, but he'd never let it show. More silent anger for Brian filled his heart.

You started driving more reckless races, coming home with more scars and bruises. Mia worried for you, but Dom knew this was your coping mechanism. He assumed this is what you did after losing them so long ago. Letty talked you down on some races, ones that were extreme danger, at least in her eyes. You tried everything to get Brian out of your head, but he’d never leave your heart.  

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There is a part 2, dropping exactly at the same time. Cody and Randy's endings are being reviewed, I've rewritten them like 8 times now :( Thank you for reading!!!!!

Paul walker is so FINE. The curls, the smile, GURL

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