MOOOORRREEEE SUB CARL I Am Insatiable And Your Writing Is Soooo *chefs Kiss*

MOOOORRREEEE SUB CARL 😍😍 I am insatiable and your writing is soooo *chefs kiss*

Since we’ve deprived him so badly, what about overstimulation? Completely milking his cock until he’s begging for a break 🥺🥺

(Side-note: happy birthday!!)

Hrs & Hrs (C.Grimes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, p in v, sub!Carl, praise

Notes: I have so many Carl requests coming in so I'm happy to know that you guys enjoy them! And thank you for the birthday wish my love!

Word Count: 395

His body trembled, shaking and sweaty. His hair stook to his skin and his chest heaved. Breath airy and voice horse. His head was empty, dumb off the way you bounced on his cock.

His hands gripped and groped at your ass, tits, hips and thighs. He held you tight and close to him, he was overstimulated, you've already made him cum multiple times, and that was just from you giving him a blow job.

He didn't think he could cum anymore but from the amount of times he filled you, he found out he in fact could cum more.

His cum dripped out of your hole and soaked the sheets under you guys. He made you cum a number of times but you wanted more. You wanted him to fill you to the brim.

Carl whined as he came again, nails digging into your thighs. You stopped bouncing and started grinding against him, rolling your hips.

"Can't..can't cum anymore.." he stuttered, "Yes you can, I know you can. Just one more time, please baby?"

He pulled you close to him, your chest on his. He rested his head on your shoulder. "Give me one more, just one?" you pleaded, kissing his face and neck.

As much as he wanted a break, he also wanted to please you, to keep you happy and full. He looked up at you and gave you a nod. His lids were low from exhaustion but for you, he'd do anything.

You smiled and pull him in for a sloppy kiss, "Thank you, pretty."

He loves that, loves when you smile, when you kiss him all sloppily, when you thank him, and especially when you praise him. He loves hearing those words fall out your mouth.

That "one more" turned into a couple more. "You said one more," he whimpered, tears spilling from his eyes. "This isn't o-one more.."

"I know baby..I'm sorry, fuck, this is the last one- ah! s-shit..I promise,"

"T-this better be the last one..please be the last one..please.."

He babbled in the crook of your neck, pleads spilling from his lips. Your hips stuttered for the nth time, cumming around his cock once again and panting in his ear.

"You know how I said that this was the last one?"

"Uh huh.."

"How about one more.."

"Nooo,"

"Please Carl, baby pleaseee,"

More Than One (B.Loomis x Fem!Reader)

Request: More overstimulation pookie🥺

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, fingering, praise, p in v

Word Count: 733

Notes: So sorry that this is pretty short, a bitch graduated and now she's tired, like EXHAUSTED. But I am working on a bunch of requests that I haven't gotten to due to school. But now that I am free, I should be able to finish all of them in a fashionable manner! Thank you all for being extremely patient with me! Mwah <3

You sat at the end of your bed with a mirror in front of you and your legs spread wide open and tears rolling down your face. Billy's fingers were stuffed in your soaking wet cunt.

He's made you cum too many times now and he's still demanding for more.

Every time you came, he'd ask you, "One more. Giving me one more wouldn't hurt."

And every time you threw your head back, he'd grab your jaw and force you to look at yourself. He'd force you to look at how much of a mess you are just from his fingers.

"If this is how you act with my fingers, you wouldn't be able to handle my cock. Maybe if I stretched you out, like this.." he whispered, spreading his fingers in you.

"Look at that, look at how wet you are baby."

"Just dripping, all for me, right?" he asked, looking at you in the mirror, "Just for me?"

You gave him a nod, unable to answer him from how good he moved his fingers. But he wanted to hear you, he wanted to hear that all of this- all of you, was just for him.

He stopped moving his fingers and took them out of your very sensitive pussy. You let out a whine, and grabbed his wrist. "I gotta hear you say it. All this is just for me, right?"

"Y-yes, yes! All of me is just for you!" you moaned. Billy smiled and kissed your neck, "Good girl." he cooed in your ear, dipping his fingers deep in you, earning a rich moan from your pretty lips.

"Give me another one." Billy sighed as if he were a trance, he watched as your cum oozed out of your pretty hole. "Y-You said one more. I gave you one more." you muttered.

"And I'm askin' for another. So be a good girl and do what you're told."

You whined and shifted in his lap, feeling his cock against your ass. "Or I could just get one out of you. How does that sound? Wanna be my pretty little pillow princess?"

You looked up at Billy with watery eyes and plump, pouty lips. "Lay on the bed,"

You did as you were told and crawled to the head of your baby pink bed, resting your head on your fluffy pillows and watching Billy crawl over to you and his bigger frame cage you between his arms.

You felt like a small animal that's been caught and cornered.

"You look so pretty like this, so pretty under me." he smiled, pushing his pants and boxers down, but just enough for his dick to pop out. "Just lay there and be pretty."

Billy spread your legs open and slowly slid himself in, he threw his head back and pulled out. This continued for some time, just him teasing your sensitive, aching and begging pussy. "Billy.." you whined, tugging at the hem of his shirt, "What?"

"Please, please, please.."

Billy scoffed and smirked, "What happened to before?" he asked. His tip just poking at your hole. You wrapped your legs around his hips, trying to pull him closer when he grabbed your thighs and pushed them to your chest.

He pushed his cock in you and fucked you at a rough and fast pace. "You wanted this?" Your ankles rested on his shoulders and his hair had fell and stuck to his forehead.

"I'm gonna fuckin' cum, want me to fill you up pretty?" he asked, you nodded your head and gripped the sheets, "Yes, yes, yes fuck- fill me up, please," you babbled.

Billy chuckled and grabbed your legs, putting them around his hips and grabbing your face to give you the sloppiest and nastiest kiss.

His hips bucked and stuttered; he moved his hand down from your jaw to your clit and rubbed circles on the bud. You moaned in his mouth, and he swallowed those beautiful sounds.

You creamed around his dick, and he nutted in you, filing you up to the brim. He slowly thrusted in you, keeping his cum in you, not wanting a single drop wasted.

You were definitely overstimulated, the amount of times you came from his fingers and now cumming from his cock. Your body feels like it's on fire.

Billy pulled out of you and flipped you over, "I'm not done with you pretty girl."

We Were Fighting? (C.Gallagher x F!Reader)

Summary: Flashing Carl during an argument.

Warnings: Suggestive(?), reader has nipple piercings!

Word Count: 308

Notes: Sorry that this is like very short and very much ass but I'm currently having writer's block and trying to write all of the requests as well as fics I've been meaning to write. Also, this is based off of something I saw on IG. A girl and her bf were "arguing" and she flashed him (off camera) and he stopped literally immediately after that.

You can't even remember what the two of you were arguing about. It's been going on for too long especially when it was started because you asked him to just put the toilet seat down when he's done pissing.

"I just don't see why you'd be upset at that."

He just kept going on and on about how he doesn't understand why you'd be upset at it. "Why does it bother you?", "Why do I have to do it?", "Do you gain anything from me putting the toilet seat down?"

At this point you were just listening to him ramble on and on. You already told him you were done with the conversation, but he didn't hear that.

You walked up to his room trying to think of a way to get him to just shut his mouth and forget about the argument. Though it wasn't intended to be an argument you just asked him to stop leaving the seat up because you kept falling in.

"It was a simple question, Carl. 'Can you put the seat down after you take a piss?' Not that hard to comprehend." you sighed, still not understanding why he's starting an argument over a question as small as that.

You turned to face him and lifted your shirt up. You weren't wearing a bra so he could see your pierced nipples harden in the cool air. He'd hate to admit it, not really, but it turned him on.

Honestly anything you did turned him on, but this, lifting your shirt up while he's already having a hard time focusing on this "argument" because he could see your nipples perking and poking through the fabric of your shirt.

"Apology accepted," he smirked, sitting on his bed, "Come here, ma. Lemme suck on 'em." he said, patting his lap and holding his arms out.

Sweet Dreams II (JJ.Maybank x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, p in v, shower sex, the tiniest bit of degrading, scratching, hair pulling, slight voyeurism

Word Count: 1,035

Part I

"I'll meet you in the bathroom, only fair if I get something too. Right?" You smiled, catching JJ off guard.

You stripped down to nothing and turned the water on. You stepped in the tub and waited for your boyfriend. You heard the door open and quietly shut close. JJ slid his pants down along with his boxers and stepped in the shower with you.

"You're not mad that I like, 'fucked' you while you were sleeping..right..?" he asked, "Why would I be mad? Kinda turned me on," you smiled.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down for a sloppy kiss. JJ pulled away, panting, "It turned you on?"

"Yeah, knowing how much of a needy slut you are, may have turned me on,"

JJ smiled and picked you up. He pushed you against the tile wall and kissed your neck. "You really couldn't have waited til the morning J? You just had to have me right there on your best friend's couch?"

"What can I say, your addictive. You're like a fucking drug, baby. Can't get enough of you," he moaned, as he kissed your chest, hands roaming your body, grabbing and groping at your skin.

He squeezed your tits and sucked on them, leaving bite marks and red circles that'll turn a deep purple later.

Your nails ran along his back, leaving bright red lines. JJ rubbed his cock against your folds and your clit, teasing you. "JJ.."

"What?"

"You don't get to tease after acting like a dog in heat," Your head rested on the tile wall, eyes shut and heart racing. JJ sucked his teeth and slipped himself in. "Fuuuck.." the two of you moaned.

"You gotta be quiet, babe." JJ muttered, "No, you have to be quiet J,"

You kissed, suck and bit at his neck, finding the spot that made him turn to mush and made his eyes roll back. His hips bucked up into you and he didn't stop. The thrusts were pretty sloppy, but you can't really blame him.

The bathroom was foggy from the steam of the hot water that has been running and pouring down on you two. Your legs tightened around JJ, keeping him close to you.

Your arms, which were wrapped around his neck, keeping his face in the crook of your neck where he kissed and bit at your skin.

You pulled and tugged at his hair with one hand and left scratch marks on his back with the other when his thrusts became more rough.

You couldn't even decipher which moans were yours and which were his. You were both loud and whiney.

A part of you hoped that the running water would drown the noise out. But another part of you hoped that the water didn't.

You wished that you guys were so loud that your moans overpowered the water hitting the floor of the bathtub.

JJ picked his head up and took one your hands. He brought it down to your stomach and you let out a quiet gasp, but it sounded more like a whimper.

"You feel that?"

You nodded and your eyes shut tight at the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls.

The bathroom door opened and closed, whoever it was walked in and lifted the toilet seat up. You couldn't see much of what they were doing.

Your eyes grew wide when you noticed that JJ hasn't stopped moving. The thrusts weren't rough but you could definitely feel the way his cock hit that spot in you.

You gave the blond a look; a look that said to cut it out and wait until the person left. He looked back at you and smiled, that fucking smile that said he wanted to take the risk and keep moving.

You pulled at JJ's hair and his eyes rolled back. His mouth opened to let out a moan, whimper, or whine. A noise that shouldn't be heard.

You pressed his to your chest. His face in your tits and you could feel his smirk on one of them.

The person flushed, washed their hands and left the bathroom. They didn't say anything or question who was in the bathroom at this hour.

"Why'd you do that? Thought you wanted to be heard." he asked, grinding his hips against you.

"What makes you say that?"

"I just know what you want."

You rolled your eyes, and he pushed your legs up further, hitting your g-spot deeper and deeper. Your nails raked his back, leaving red nail marks on his skin.

You felt yourself coming closer to your orgasm and felt JJ's cock twitch and his hips stutter with each thrust. "I'm gonna cum- Fuck, I'm gonna cum in you,"

"Do it, J', cum in me, fill me up, please.." you panted, begging him to fill you with his nut and paint your walls white.

Not even a second after those words left your mouth JJ's hips snapped and his fingers dug into the skin of your hips. He came inside of you and you came all over his cock. His kissed your neck, jaw, and collarbone before pulling out.

JJ held you as he helped you wash your body off before cleaning himself up. He shut the water off and carried you out of the tub. He dried you off, even though you told him you could do it, he just shut you up with a quick kiss each time.

After the two of you were dried off and dressed he carried you out of the bathroom and on to the couch you guys were sleeping on not too long ago.

Once you guys lied down and closed your eyes you heard someone shift, "Why can't you guys just be normal and not fuck everyday?" John B. asked. "Because she's hot." JJ said, stating it like it was a known fact, and it was.

You shook your head at JJ, "Sorry JB, it's because your best friend has the highest sex drive ever."

You turned around and lied your head on JJ's chest before quickly falling asleep.

"It's true, I do have a high sex drive."

"Go to sleep J."

"Got it."

Attention (C.Grimes x Fem!Reader)

Request: hi! I had a request in mind with Carl grimes where like the f! reader is being a brat because they haven’t had sex in a while and she’s starting to become really pent up so she starts acting up and stuff and Carl yk deals with her. And it involves stuff like degradation, oral(f receiving), overstimulation. And then include some aftercare afterwards where he’s all like lovey dovey and shit.

Btw no worries if you can’t write this anytime soon! 🫶🏻

Word Count: 2,017

Warnings: Smut, bratty/mean!Reader, jealous/mean!Carl, some degrading but lots of mean!Carl, biting, teasing, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, aftercare

Notes: Idk loves, I think I like having mean!Carl around. Also, I am so fucking sorry for getting this out extremely late, it won't happen again!

You've never been one to act out. Never been one to be impatient over something so small. Never been one to cause a problem that could've very easily been solved if talked about. But as they say, there's always, always, always, a first for everything.

It's been a little while since you and Carl have done anything intimate. Whether it had been holding hands, cuddling, kissing, or even just sex. You're aware of the huge ongoing and dangerous situation that's going on. The world has gone to shit, and it has been like that for years. So, you know that you can't always live that perfect and peaceful life you dreamed. But you just missed your boy's touch, his smell and presence so much that it started to get to you.

You lacked attention from him, he'd give you a glance and a smile when he could but other than that, you've been sleeping in an empty and cold bed.

It started a couple of weeks ago, your tone and mood shifted whenever you spoke to him. You acted colder to him than to anyone else. He had wondered if he did something to upset his girl, but before he had the chance to ask his dad called him over for help, and since then he had forgotten about it.

You then started getting a little too touchy with some of the guys, especially Ron. That made Carl feel something within, something he hasn't felt before. You've always talked to Ron, you guys were pretty close, but for some reason he felt as if right at that moment there was something else happening that wasn't friend-like.

You've tried almost every way to get Carl to react to you, including flirting with Ron to see if he'd grab you and take you to his room so you could finally feel his touch after so long. But it all failed. You were so close to giving up when you got an idea that wasn't exactly the best.

But if it gave you the possibility to be touched in anyway by your boyfriend, you'd take it.

Carl was in his room, getting dressed to go out on a run. This was your chance to:

A. Have a peaceful conversation and talk to him

Or

B. Make him feel what he unintentionally made you feel

You made sure to wear the hottest and sluttiest outfit you owned. A very short and tight shirt that showed a beautiful amount of cleavage and the miniest skirt you had in your wardrobe. But it was perfect for the weather, as it was a heat wave. So, in your defense, it was the only outfit that kept you cool in this heat!

Before you walked in the room you gave a knock on the door and announced it was you. When you got the green light to come in, you opened the door and closed it behind you.

You made your way to his full body mirror, not saying a word to him as you fixed your hair, face, and just checked yourself out while checking him out in the mirror at the same time.

"What? No 'Hi'?" he joked, walking to you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

If you weren't so upset with how he treated you these past couple of weeks, you would've leaned into his touch and sighed with content, inhaled his scent and enjoy his presence while you had him.

But you kept your composure. You stood your ground and resisted the feeling.

"Hi, Carl." you muttered, focusing on your figure more than his, you knew if you continued to glance his way you'd pounce on him.

"Hi baby," he smiled, leaning in to give your cheek a kiss. When he did you wiped it off with the back of your hand and sighed, "Don't do that, you'll ruin the blush."

Carl's face twisted in confusion, you've never cared when he kissed your face before, whether there was makeup or not. "Sorry," he apologized.

"Sure, how do I look?" you questioned, crossing your arms, making your tits push together and almost spill out of your tiny top. "Beautiful as always. Are you coming with me?" he asked. "No, I'm heading to Ron's."

Carl felt a pang in his heart and gut.

"Why?" he asked, curiosity taking over him.

"To be fucked and stuffed my love." you smiled.

You didn't even get the chance to walk to the door when Carl hooked two of fingers around the belt loop of your shorts and pulled you towards him, your back hitting his chest.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"What?" you asked, tilting your head.

"I must've heard your pretty mouth wrong. Why are you going to Ron's?"

"To be fucked and stuffed." You repeated, looking up at him, "Don't you have somewhere important to be? Like leaving me again for the fourth week in the row?"

The cogs in Carl's head turned and a lightbulb went off, "You're acting like this because I've been busy?"

"No, I'm acting like this because I'm practically in a relationship by myself."

"So, you dress like a whore and tell me you're going to get fucked by your friend? You're funny." he chuckled, turning you so your body would face him.

"I'm not joking. If you won't fuck me, I'll just go to someone who will. Someone who I know would fuck me better than-"

Carl grabbed your jaw and forced you to shut your mouth, "What was that? I couldn't hear you; can you say that again for me?"

You whimpered, hands tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"Get on the bed and lay on your back." he said as he let go of your face.

"And if I don't?" you teased, your lips getting closer to his, ghosting over them. "Get the fuck on the bed, bitch."

You giggled and lied down on the bed, he wished he could be mad at you for saying those things. But he can't. He just can't.

You look too beautiful and dreamy with the way you were splayed out on his bed.

"This is funny to you sweetheart?" he asked, hovering over you, kissing your neck and leaving bite marks over the skin. "Just a little," you sighed.

Carl hummed and made his way down to your shorts. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down. He kissed the inside of your thigh and softly bit them.

You were soaked, you just knew there was a wet patch on the middle of your panties from how desperate you were for Carl. He looked up at the wet spot and smirked, "I haven't even started yet, and you're already soaked."

"Not for you, that's for sure." you said, crossing your arms. "Not for me?" he asked.

"No. Not for you."

He hummed at your response and his fingers grazed against your clothed cunt. Your body shivered at his touch, and you sucked in a breath.

He toyed with your clit through your panties and lightly touched it.

He slid your panties to the side and teased your aching, begging, wet hole with a finger.

He moved his hand back and got off of the bed. "What are you doing?" you asked, "Well, you're not wet for me, right? You're wet for him."

"You can go to him to cum." he smiled.

Well, this didn't go as planned. He was supposed to deal with you, but he's just, leaving?

"So, you're leaving your girlfriend here?" you asked, "No, I'm leaving a brat here. Tell my girlfriend I'll be back."

"Your girlfriend is gonna be fucking another guy on your bed." you mumbled, Carl scoffed and turned back to you. He spread your legs and pulled your panties off of your body.

He pushed your legs up to your chest and dipped head low.

You felt his tongue lick and lap at your folds and juices. Drinking you and tasting your essence. You were so horny and pent up from the lack of sex that you didn't need much to cum. His tongue alone was doing the job.

Your whines and moans grew louder and louder, you were so close to cumming on his tongue. Your mind was foggy and empty, the only thing in that head of yours was that you got what you've been missing.

Your moans began to break as you felt yourself about to cum, that's when you felt Carl's tongue leave from between your legs.

"Apologize." he said, "W-What," you stuttered, "Apologize for the things you said."

"Um, I'm s-sorry,"

"Say it like you mean it."

He pushed his knee close to your pussy, the friction making your toes curl.

"I do mean it!" you cried out,

Carl didn't really believe you; he didn't believe you meant it but that's fine. He'll just get it out of you.

He spread your legs once more and dipped his head between your thighs and kept your legs on his shoulders. He shoved two fingers and his tongue in your hole and curled them.

You came all over his tongue and fingers, panting and wiping sweat off of your forehead.

You thought that was all until Carl cleaned his fingers and dove back in. Your hand flew to his head, you were so sensitive right now. You were always sensitive after you came, and Carl knew that he also wanted to take advantage of that.

Again, it didn't take much for you to cum, but each time you did he would just go back in. He wouldn't give you a break and you started to feel tears fall down your face from the stimulation.

"Apologize and this will be the last one. If I don't believe you, we'll just keep going."

He's been repeating that over and over and over again. You've apologized more than you can count on both hands.

"I didn't mean it! I didn't mean when I said I was going to fuck Ron! I-I didn't mean it when I said he was better!" your whines broke your sentence up so much, you sounded so pretty, and looked so slutty.

So messy.

Your hair clung to your skin, your mascara ran down your face and you were shining with a coat of sweat. Your skin was hot, and your cheeks were flushed. You were a mess. And it was all because of him.

You felt Carl smile and he made you cum one last time before kissing up your sweaty legs, stomach, chest, neck and face. "You want anything? Water or a snack?" he asked, "Water.." you said, your voice not even above a whisper.

Carl left his room to grab a cup of water and some snacks. He gave you the water as he went to run a cool bath for you. He came back to his room and picked you up bridal style. "Can't wait to carry you up like this through the threshold." he chuckled sweetly.

He sat you down on the tub and helped you take your shirt off and wiped your makeup off for you.

"Get in, let me clean you." he softly spoke. His tone was different from before, guess he just matched the energy you were giving him before.

You sat in the tub as Carl lathered your body in soap and cleaned you off. He was so sweet to you. He wouldn't hurt you, not on accident, never on purpose. "I'm sorry for the way I acted." you spoke up, breaking the silence.

"It's okay love. You were just upset that I haven't been treating you like my girlfriend and I understand that. But say shit like fucking Ron again and I'm beating him and fucking you like a whore."

You smiled and giggled at his words, "You'd like that," he said, shaking his head, "I would."

"Freak." he joked.

It was times like these that made you remember that he in fact did love you. Even when you acted out and got moody, he still loved you and cared for you deeply.

My Juliet, my special girl (C. Diaz x Fem!Reader)

I hope that she looks at me and thinks, "Shit, he is so pretty"

Warnings: gang violence, death, after Olivia's Quince, blood, contemplating suicide

Word Count: 889

It was the morning after Olivia's Quince. The morning after a beautiful party. The morning after Latrelle shot Ruby and killed Olivia.

"It's all my fault."

"I shouldn't have shown mercy to Latrelle."

"I shouldn't have gone after him in the first place."

Cesar blamed and hated himself deeply.

He hated what happened to Ruby and Olivia because in his eyes, that should’ve been him.

In his eyes, that should’ve been him who got shot.

In his eyes, that should’ve been him who got killed. 

I need to cry, but I can't get anything out of my eyes,

Cesar sat on the edge of his bed, eyes filled with frustrated tears that threatened to spill but they wouldn’t fall. No matter how upset he was, they wouldn’t pour.

Or my head. 

And oh my god, the night. That night kept repeating in his brain. 

The sound of the gunshot.

The sound of Ruby screaming his name before getting shot. 

The sounds of Geny and Ruben screaming as their son lay on the ground, bleeding out. 

Every little detail played continuously in his brain. It was like a record player stuck in a loop.

Did I die? I need to run,

Days went by without Cesar coming out of the house. He felt like an empty body, just moving on its own throughout the day.  

but I can't get out of bed for anyone.

He was scared. 

Not of Latrelle or any gang member after him. 

But of his friends and Ruby’s family. 

What if they all hated him? He wouldn’t blame them, but this was the last thing he expected that would break the group up. 

He couldn’t get out of bed to see anyone.

 Not for you,

Not even for the girl he wanted to live for. 

When he did get the courage to go outside, he went to school first. He wanted to see if everyone still wanted to be his friend. Because if not, then he’d just apologize and go away. Leave their lives for good and keep them out of harm’s way. 

When Cesar got to school, no one greeted him. It was like he didn’t exist. 

He hated how no one talked to him, but he couldn’t blame them. He took their friend away.

Cesar skipped a couple classes that day. He just sat in an empty and dark classroom, silently sobbing and crying. 

My sour boy is a pain, 

His chest hurt with each sob he let out, 

I wanna shoot him in the brain,

He doesn’t deserve to live. It should’ve been him instead of Olivia.

He feels like if he died, everything would be better for his friends. 

 but I'd miss him in the morning. 

But a part of him says that this isn’t the way to think. That what happened has already happened and there’s not much to do about it but move on and make amends.

It really hurts when I need to so bad, but I can't see her..

He missed you, 

My Juliet, 

He missed you so dearly.

My special girl.

The only girl that can really, truly help him through a time like this.

But I need to understand when I can power through,

Because he knows you’ll get him through this, and help guide him to the right choice here. 

Cesar pulled his phone out with shaky hands and sent a text to you, he was sure there were a few words that were misspelled, but you’ll understand what he meant. Hopefully. 

He sat in that classroom, patiently waiting for you to come to him. But this time alone helped him think to himself, about himself. 

Sometimes I act like I know, but I'm really just a kid.

He’s just a kid. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. All he’s really doing is causing problems.

With two corks in his eyes, and a bully in his head.

And hurting those around him because of his actions.

I wanna make a colour that no one else has seen before 

He wants to get out and do something with his life. He doesn’t want to be stuck in the gang for the rest of his life. 

I wanna be so much more

He wants to show everyone that he can make something of himself. That he’s not “Little Spooky”. That he’s Cesar Diaz. 

You walked into the classroom and saw Cesar sitting on the floor. You walked over to him and sat with him. You didn’t say anything to him, you just sat there and looked at him with a slight frown. 

You didn’t like this. He looked so exhausted. 

He had dark eye bags under his eyes, and even then they were red and puffy from the crying. He had tear marks on his face and his clothes were disheveled. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, resting his head on your shoulder, as you rubbed his back and lightly scratched his head while you held him.

“It’s ok Cesar.” 

He leaned back and looked at you with teary eyes, wondering what was running in your head as you saw him like this. 

I hope that she looks at me and thinks, "Shit, he is so pretty”

The one thing that was running through his mind at this moment was how you thought of him.

Something I can't believe..