#THEY WERE MADE SOFT BY LOVE AND IT DIDNT MAKE THEM WEAK IT MADE THEM EVEN STRONGER

[lokiusmybeloveds]

pro tip: don't watch the first Thor movie when you are still heartbroken over the Loki finale because the Thor/Jane and Loki/Mobius parallels WILL make you feel like you're being physically torn apart <3

#loki spoilers #lokius #loki #mobius m mobius #thor odinson #Jane foster #thor x jane #loki x mobius #I need Thomas himself to look me dead in the eyes and tell me it wasn't intentional before I stop believing #THEY WERE MADE SOFT BY LOVE AND IT DIDNT MAKE THEM WEAK IT MADE THEM EVEN STRONGER #LOVE MAKES YOU STRONG ENOUGH TO MAKE THE HARDEST DECISIONS I AM SCREAMING #Both Loki and Thor stood at the end of a bridge and sacrificed what (WHO) they wanted for the greater good

[taintedcigs]

we’d still worship this love — e.m.

part two of even if it’s a false god.

pairing: modern!college!fboy eddie x fem!reader

warnings: smut!!!!!!, 18+, MINORS DNI. p in v, cr*ampie, unprotected s*x, angstangstangst, eddie regrets everything!!, jealous eddie, a bit of protective steve, drinking, swearing, praises, nicknames, fluff!!

summary: in which eddie regrets what he said to you. (wc:6.3k+)

a/n: literally the lyrics match up soooo well w the story imo im sorry for the last line ok i rlly tried to hold myself back not to directly write any lyrics lmao. this is CHEESY. i hate THE ENDING. as usual! but im so glad u guys liked pt. one and i didn't want to deprave any of u !!! i did not proof-read so pls ignore any mistakes!! hope u guys enjoy this lmk what u think mwah!!

Eddie sighed as he checked the kitchen, you were still nowhere to be found.

He had fucked up.

So badly.

He grabbed the half-empty red cup sitting on the kitchen stand. A whiff of alcohol hit his senses as soon as he tried to sniff it; it reeked, but Eddie didn’t care at this point, downing it like it was water.

He grabbed the pack of cigarettes sitting in his back pocket, walking miserably toward the backyard as he lit the cigarette sitting between his lips.

“Let’s get you to Steve’s, yeah?” The voice that passed by him was quick to grab his attention.

Robin.

“Robin?” He exclaimed excitedly, causing Robin to mouth “Don’t”.

He took a step to get closer to you but stopped quickly in his tracks; he had caused enough fucking damage.

He made his bed, and now he needed to lie in it.

He watched as you and Robin left, leaving him all alone. 

2 HOURS LATER

DON’T ANSWER: im so fuckhjing sorry

DON’T ANSWER: i didnt fuckingmeanit lije that i swear

DON’T ANSWER: pls talk to me

DON’T ANSWER: r u at steve? i can come

DON’T ANSWER: pleaseeeeee we can’t leave things like this. 

You heaved a sigh reading his texts, he was drunk again, and you weren’t going to entertain him.

You blocked this contact. 

“He’s texting me.” You groaned, chucking your phone away as you plopped yourself onto Steve’s bed.

“What did he say?” Steve asked curiously.

“He wants to see me and talk, he’s drunk again.” You replied curtly, head still filled with the words he uttered to you.

“I just… I can’t believe he’d say that.” Robin chimed in, shaking her head.

“I could. He’s an asshole.” You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah… but I always thought he had a soft spot for you.” Robin muttered.

You chuckled dryly. “He has a soft spot for my body.” You crinkled with disgust.

Robin shook her head as she spoke. “No, I mean it, Y/N… I really don’t believe he meant it like—” 

Steve was quick to interrupt. “Jesus, Robin, stop making excuses for him. I know he’s your friend and all, but he fucked up. And there’s nothing he can do now to ever take back the things he did to her!” He exclaimed, the two of them started bickering back and forth. 

You wanted to sink into the bed; you so badly wanted to believe Robin, believe that Eddie’s words were all just a lie, just something he made up on the spot just because he was afraid. 

But Steve was right—even if it was a lie, even if it was all a huge misunderstanding, nothing he could do would undo the amount of pain he caused you. The nights you spent sobbing—nothing could change that. 

But a part of you also knew that, if Eddie ever caught you in a moment of weakness again, you’d do it all over again; you’d let him ruin you all over again, just to have him complete you for the mere seconds he made you feel loved. 

The bickering and the storm in your mind stopped with a sudden knock on Steve’s door. 

The three of you looked at each other in unison.

Shit.

Did that stupid bastard really have the audacity to come here? 

You looked over at Steve with pity, about to open your mouth and beg, plead with him to do something, and he was quick to understand your train of thought. “I got this.” He muttered, hand squeezing your knee for comfort before he attended the door. 

As soon as the door swung open, there he was, blood-shot eyes and messy hair framing his face. He was shitfaced and could barely stand against the door frame. “Munson.” Steve affirmed sternly. 

“W—where is she?” Eddie slurred, barely even letting Steve speak. 

“She’s not here.” Steve said without letting Eddie take a look. 

“Look, man… I know she is, please—” He tried to push past him, but Steve stood his ground, blocking his way before his face turned cold. 

“She doesn’t want to see you.” Steve almost hissed, the intensity of his gaze taking Eddie back. 

“Don’t make this any harder and just leave, yeah?” Steve muttered, almost shutting the door before Eddie’s heavy boots interfered. 

“Please.” Eddie pleaded, making Steve huff as he threw a quick glance your way, and you quickly shook your head, mouthing ‘no’s.

But that was it; Eddie barged in as he used Steve’s distraction to his advantage, you gasped when the door swung open, revealing Eddie. 

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, his gaze held guilt and relief. Guilty because of the fact that he uttered those words to you. But, relieved that he saw you, relieved that he could finally explain himself to you.

Yet you looked at him with such disgust that it ached his heart, putting on a heavy ache on his chest. Every breath he took now felt like a struggle. 

“Don’t!” You seethed when he took a step toward you, Steve was quick to jump to your defence, but you waved him off. 

“Leave.” You could feel your face grow hotter with rage each time you spoke, you didn’t want him here, you wanted him to disappear from the face of the earth. 

“I’m so fucking sorry.” That was all that left his lips, his eyes were glinting with sadness, and his bottom lip trembled with guilt. 

“You have the nerve… You have the fucking nerve.” You chuckled dryly, tongue rolling inside your cheek in anger. 

“Please... Let me just explain,” He slurred. 

His drunkenness made you more angry.

“I don’t want you to!” You hissed.  

“I told you, I’m fucking done, Munson.” You spoke calmly, tears were threatening to spill, but you held your ground. 

“One fucking minute, I swear—” You heaved a sigh, and another angry chuckle escaped from your throat as you looked at Steve, as if to tell him to kick him out, signaling for help. 

“Alright,” Steve muttered. “She doesn’t wanna talk, Munson.” He spoke calmly as he held Eddie’s arm, trying to drag him out. Eddie’s protests fell deaf on your ear as you plopped yourself on the bed again, crying into Steve’s sheets as Robin played with your hair to reassure you. 

1 MONTH LATER:

Thirty fucking days.

Eddie was going to lose his mind. 

Blocked from everywhere, and you avoided him like the plague.

He knew he deserved to be shut out; he knew he didn’t deserve you. But even crumbs of information from you would have eased him.

Steve and Robin had been useless, except for today. Except for that cryptic message Robin sent him about you being at the party today. And he praised his lucky stars for that.

Until he made it to the party.

Until he finally saw you.

With Mr. Jock pinning you against the wall as you giggled at his unfunny jokes.

Jesus fucking Christ. 

Don’t make a scene, Eddie. Don’t fucking make a scene—

His lips pressed together, jaw quick to clench as he couldn’t help the way he almost sprinted toward you. He didn’t know if it was out of pure jealousy, or the fact that he had missed you so goddamn much that he couldn’t stray away from you anymore. 

“Hi, honey.” Eddie said sarcastically and chirpily, jealousy dripped from his tone, and he couldn’t help the intense gaze he had on the asshole. 

You froze in your place as soon as you recognized the voice. What the fuck was he doing? 

Standing between the two of you, “Who’s this?” Eddie spat, his hand aggressively pointing toward him. 

You rolled your eyes before you turned to him. “Don’t,” You warned, your brows shooting up and a fiery flash apparent in your eyes. 

“Who are you?” He narrowed his eyes at Eddie, and as if Eddie had been waiting for him to provoke him further, he gave a smug smirk. Body turning to face the asshole.

You panicked, and the ever-so apparent tension in the air grew thicker “No one.” You replied quickly, avoiding Eddie’s lingering gaze. 

“Really? You’re gonna play that card, princess?” He gave you a dry chuckle, jealousy gnawed at his insides. 

You squeezed your eyes shut to save yourself from embarrassment, but he wasn’t going to stop until this jerk wasn’t at your side. 

“That’s not what you were saying the last time I saw you—” You were quick to cut him off with a warning gaze, your eyes widening. 

“Eddie… This—this is Ethan.” You said through gritted teeth. 

Eddie mocked a realization face, and you wanted to punch that smirk off of his stupid smug face. “Oh…” He laughed all-knowingly.

“That Ethan? The jock?” You narrowed your eyes, annoyance setting over your face, and you couldn’t handle the heat growing in your cheeks. 

This asshole. 

“I’m sorry, man.” He chuckled, giving Ethan a harsh slap on the shoulder, a slap that wasn’t friendly in the slightest bit—and you were sure now that the tension in the space the three of you shared could be cut through with a knife.

You cleared your throat to speak up, but Ethan did it before you. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

This was the provocation Eddie needed, and you knew it; you saw that mischievous glint glimmer in his eyes. “Oh, just that she was telling me all about how fucking horrible you—”

You interrupted Eddie with a nervous giggle. “Sooo sorry! He’s just a bit drunk!” You gave Ethan a panicked smile. 

“I’ll see you around!” You called out, walking off while dragging Eddie as far away from him as possible with a harsh grip on his arm. 

You probably didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you dragged him toward the closest empty room. 

“What the fuck?!?” You yelled into his face. 

He ignored your distress. “What are you doing with him?”

“None of your business.” You hissed.

“It is my business if you get with Mr Jock again.”

“I’m not getting with—” You lowered your voice mid-sentence, annoyance taking over. 

“What part of ‘I don’t want to fucking see you ever again’ don’t you understand?” You let out through gritted teeth, your face heating from anger. 

“Did you know…” He said, completely ignoring you, and you looked at him with the same angry expression, getting tired of his antics.

“When you get angry like that, a line crinkles on your forehead, and those sweet lips pout into a frown? You look so fuckin’ cute like that.” He murmured, leaning against the wall you trapped him into.

You let out an exasperated sigh, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “What the fuck is your problem?” You asked, brows furrowing. 

“What the hell do you want from me?” 

“You? I mean, eventually, I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep with you every night.” He smirked.

Fucking jerk.

You chuckled with an audible scoff. "Is this some kind of a joke?" You muttered under your breath, voice laced with irritation.

“You are so fucking irritating.” You spat, eyes narrowing. 

“Just… just—Leave me alone.” Your voice lowered, your face was coming closer to his, and all Eddie could think about was how nice it was to have you this close to him again, to feel your warmth again.

You could see it, the emotions his gaze held, but you didn’t want to fall for his antics again, so you turned quickly to leave.

“Please.” His pleading and his hold on your arm were what made you stop in your tracks. The way his voice cracked, you could hear the desperation. If only you didn’t care about him this fucking much…

“Please—just, hear me out.” He was almost begging, and you knew you should be running, you knew you shouldn’t care, not even to spit the venom inside of you that had been building since that night.

But you can’t help it. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You asked, words coming out in a sharp and biting tone as your anger escalated. 

“After what you said to me...” You looked at him with a piercing stare, your eyes practically emitting flashes of irritation.

“Do you have any fucking idea how much I can’t even stomach being around you?” Your nostrils flared with every breath you took. 

“In fact, I hate you.” You spat.

“You hate me?” He asked, inching closer toward you. 

“Yes!” You snapped. 

“Then show me.” He challenged. 

“W—what?” You stuttered, your confidence dissipating in a second as the room felt so fucking small when he was standing this close to you. 

Your guard was so thinly veiled that one fucking word from him was enough to shatter it.

And you knew, with one or two more pushes from him, you’d give in. You’d give in, regardless; you had missed him more than you would ever let him know. 

And you shouldn’t. You fucking shouldn’t.

“Take it out on me.” He whispered, gaze intentionally fixated on your lips. 

“You hate me, fine! One last time. Get me out of your system.” He’s so close to your face that when he leans in to whisper in your ear, you can feel his hot breath on your neck. 

He’s intoxicating—his endearing words, the jealousy, and the possessiveness—and you shouldn’t fucking fall for it. 

But it feels different this time; something is so fucking different about him that it’s throwing you off. The way his pretty lips frame the words is convincing. 

Making you believe that this would be the last time, making you believe that you could come clean off him if you had him just one more fucking time. 

You don’t say anything when you give in, your gaze lingering on his lips.

His eyes are quick to trace your face, admiring all of your features in awe, regret filling every vein in his body, knowing that this would be the last time. 

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he says roughly. He doesn’t let you respond, lets the petty comments die down your throat when he kisses you. 

Oh, Jesus, Fucking Christ. 

Your heart was pounding against your ribcage. There was something so bittersweet about the way he kissed you, knowing it was going to be the last. He twirled his tongue with yours, so needy and so fucking promising. 

Eddie knew you better than the back of his hand, so when you started whimpering against his lips, your knees giving out, he knew you didn’t want to waste any time. 

He guided you toward the bed, gentle as he had never been before. The two of you were slow to undress each other, savoring every fucking moment. 

He let you lead everything, going only at your pace and making sure everything was up to your desires, purely catering to you. 

You could sense it, see the difference in how intimate this was, compared to others where it was just senselessly fucking, this was passionate, and it was killing the two of you. 

Rather than just pushing into it, he kept his gaze on you, admiring the way your chest rose up and down as his calloused hands slid further down your body, nipples hardening when his hands stopped to ghost over your thighs. 

His other hand rested on your breasts, and he didn’t hesitate to latch his tongue on it, sucking while his other fingers toyed with your entrance. 

You mewled; you weren’t going to hold back. “Moremoremore.” 

But he didn’t move an inch.

That greedy bastard. 

“More,” You pleaded louder this time, growing impatient. 

Eddie looked at you with such hunger in his eyes that it had your core throbbing. “I’m gonna give you every fucking thing you need, honey.” He promised. 

“But I need… this. I need this memory of you engraved into my brain, forever.” He groaned, giving all of his attention to every part of your body. 

You were quick to nod, quick to oblige him, especially when he made you feel this fucking good. 

But you couldn’t help it, you needed him. Especially when he was everywhere, hands gliding all over your body, making you whimper with just his touch. 

And the way you looked at him was so fucking tempting that he was almost going to explode, you were pleading with your gaze, telling him to take you… fully. To make you his, one last fucking time. 

He could recognize the weight your gaze held, almost as if he understood your train of thought, he pressed his thumb further into your clit, circling around it as your core clenched on nothing. 

“Please,” You begged. 

“Such an impatient, baby,” He muttered into your skin, pushing past your folds as he earned a low groan from you.

“Missed those sweet noises,” He hummed, doing everything in his power to not pound into you right away, the way your cunt was gushing for him, the way you pleaded, Eddie was sure he’d burst if he had to wait more. 

With a tender touch, he tucked your hair back. “You have no clue how fuckin’ insane you make me.” He pressed a sloppy kiss, his hands were still working their way through your folds. 

“Each time I’m around you… it’s like I lose all my fuckin’ senses.” He slurred into your ear, his cock was straining his boxers, and you looked so fucking perfect beneath him, looking all fucked when he had barely touched. 

But you ignored it. Ignored every one of his words, you didn’t need his sappy shit; you didn’t need another reason to stay. 

You just needed to feel good. 

“Please, fuck, baby, please,” You whimpered softly, your nails digging harshly into his back, making his cock twitch more and more. 

Baby. 

He doesn’t even remember the last time you called him that, and it shouldn’t bring a stupid, childish grin to his face, but it does. 

He’s ready to put everything behind him, start over, and do whatever you say. 

But he’s sure you will never let him. 

“I need you, Eds.” You murmured, eyes gazing into his; a mixture of tenderness and longing overtaking your features, speaking to him without uttering a single word.

That was all it took for him to free his hard cock from his boxers, his pink-tip burning with desire as it faced you, beads of pre-cum dripping from it as you smeared it all over, giving it a few pumps before you placed it into your entrance. 

The low groans that escaped Eddie’s lips were so fucking loud, filling the room, and you loved it. You loved the strained sounds he made with one touch from you. 

He didn’t hesitate to push himself deep inside of you without a warning, the space now being filled with both of your contented groans. 

“Holy fuck,” He breathed, head tilted back as he grinned at the sight in front of him.

You with your mouth hung open, murmuring his name as you took his cock like the good fucking girl that you were.  

“Takin’ me so well, angel,” He praised, “Baby, so fuckin’ tight, mhmm.” He placed sloppy kisses between your jaw and the line of your neck, grunting as he pounded his cock in and out of you with a speed that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You were lost in him now, lost in the pure passion and affection Eddie provided you. You never felt this fucking good; you never felt this fucking close to him, breathing heavily as you struggled to keep your eyes open. 

Everything was so fucking intense that you could barely breathe.  

“Look at how well your sweet cunt is takin’ me in.” Eddie moaned, watching the way his cock disappeared into you, nuzzling him with your warmth. 

“Fuckfuckfuck. S’fuckin’ warm, honey.” He muttered the deeper he pushed into you, and your walls were quick to clench around his throbbing cock.

You arched your back into him as you rocked your hips toward him.  

You wanted him deeper and deeper, faster and faster, his every moment was euphoric, and you needed him, more and more. 

He was making you greedy. 

God, you wanted to hate him so fucking bad. 

He groaned at your impatience, relished in the way you grunted your hips more into his cock, he chuckled smugly. “Greedy baby,” He muttered. 

You ignored his taunting while you begged for more. 

“Shut up,” You murmured, teasing him back.

And it was a huge mistake.

He cursed as he pulled out of you, and you whined at the emptiness, “Shit, shit, ‘m sorry” You whispered, but he ignored you, continuing his teasing while all you could do was thrash beneath him. 

“Pleasepleaseplease,” You begged, causing him to smirk down at you. 

And even though your pleas were heavenly, Eddie was in no mood to stray away from you, he needed to be inside of you. 

He needed to feel your walls hugging his cock, he needed to be as close to you as he possibly could. 

“I would never say no to you, doll.” He mocked, rocking his hips into you with such force that the whimper that slipped past your lips was sinful. 

“All fuckin’ mine, yea?” He whimpered needily, and you nodded without hesitation, even though you both knew that wasn’t true. 

You shuddered underneath him; he was filling you to the brim, and you cherished every fucking second of it. 

“Eddie…” You barely let out a breath; the pleasure and sensation of each of his movements overwhelmed you. 

He cooed, “S’stuffed with my cock that you can barely speak, doll?” He asked mockingly. 

You nodded without hesitation, eyes squeezed shut. “I—Fuck…” Your head was dizzy, incoherent babbles were the only thing that escaped your lips, and Eddie knew, he knew you were close by the way your legs trembled. 

“Fuck… honey—I know.” He purred cockily, his hips pushing further into you with a glorious thrust. “I feel the same, baby.” He groaned when you clenched around him again.  

“My perfect girl.” He muttered as he continued his pace, his cock rocking into you further and faster—as if it were possible—earning low pleads from you in return.

“I never—I never thought being with someone could ever feel this way,” He whispered into your ear. 

Don’t let him get to you; don’t fucking let his words get to you.

But fuck—does everything with him feel so fucking good. 

“But, shit, you’re so different…” He muttered, his pace continuing as he grunted between his sentences. 

“You’re so fucking different.” You avoided his gaze, the emotion it held was too fucking much for you to handle.  

You tried to ignore it, tried to ignore the way you felt the hot tears streaming down your cheeks. Your emotions were a mess. 

It felt good, and he felt good; his words, his fucking cock inside of you, everything felt so fucking good. It was the temporary fix you needed. 

“Don’t do this to me, Munson.” You barely let out, he could feel your thighs trembling. 

“I…I never felt this way before… Jesus—Fuck.” The rocking motion of his hips became rougher each time he spoke; you were clenching around him, getting tighter and tighter, driving the both of you into insane heights of pleasure.

“I think I lo—” You snapped from your hazy state of pleasure; each of his words was like a stab at your fresh wound, the one he fucking created. 

“Don’t,” You warned him sternly, interrupting before he could get another vowel out.

"Don’t fucking finish that sentence. Don’t do that with me.”

“I know you. It's not working on me." You whispered.

“But—” He pleaded, and you interrupted again.

“Don’t say things you don’t mean, don’t ruin this.” The words were harsh as they left your lips.

“Don’t say things to make me doubt this, to make it harder for me to leave.” There was such a vulnerability in your voice that he couldn't help but want to protest. 

He wanted to tell you that it was all fucking true. That he was so fucking in love with you that he was sure he lost his mind. 

Yet, you don’t let him speak, you don’t let his words fool you, not again. 

You kiss him in a dizzyingly rough motion just to shut him up. 

His skin slaps against yours, rough, as if he’s trying to take his frustrations out, and you let him, you let him pound into you senselessly. You let his cock drive into you further, not stopping until he’s sure he’s stuffed you to the brim. 

“Eddie, fuck!” You mumble into his lips; your brows are drawn together, and he knows—he knows you are close. 

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” He cooed, and you nodded quickly. “Cum for me, honey.” He encouraged, not stopping his pace as he roughly thrusted his cock inside of your throbbing cunt one last time. 

A gush of wetness pulsed out of you when you released around him, the strength of your orgasm was enough to choke you out, and white-hot flashes blurred your vision as he watched you in awe. 

He wasn’t far behind, as the strained moans that escaped your throat drove him closer to the edge. 

“Shitshit—s’fuckin’ perfect.” He grunted. The way your cunt convulsed around him was too much for him to handle. He slammed inside of you one last time.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck—” He growled against your hair as he came, his cock shrivelled inside your cunt, pulsing as he coated your walls with his warm cum, fucking his release inside of you.

The two of you stayed like that for a hot minute, bodies tangled to each other, both minds fuzzy as both of you tried to catch your breath. 

You could feel tears brimming your eyes again when the realization hit you. 

This was the last time. 

And you needed to leave. 

As soon as possible.

And that’s exactly what he’s afraid of, afraid of you leaving, forever. 

You are quick to shake your thoughts off, quickly getting up to get dressed. 

“Don’t,” He mutters, it’s barely audible. 

You turn to him with a quizzed look. “Please… Just, please don’t leave.” He begs, it’s the last sight you expect, and the last thing you expect to hear. 

And it should feel so fucking satisfying, to know he’s wrapped around your finger, to know he is practically pleading for you. But it doesn’t, it feels so fucking sentimental, and you hate it. 

“You knew.” You muttered, putting on the clothes you so carelessly discarded. 

“You wanted this to be the last time.” You whispered, not daring to look at him.

“I lied,” He was quick to reply. 

“Eddie…” You heaved a sigh.

“Please, just fucking listen to me for once.” He breathed; you’re sure you’ve never heard him this determined. 

“I’m a fucking idiot, and I’m the biggest coward in the whole fucking universe, okay?” You turn around to meet his gaze, it’s pitiful and heavy with guilt, and you wish you never cared about him.

You wish you could just throw your feelings away and leave him behind. 

“I don’t deserve you!” He exclaimed, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Stop… just stop with the bullshit of making me pity you—” You replied angrily.

But he doesn’t let you finish. 

“Look, Y/N. I want that with you, I want something real with you… Shit—more than anything.” 

You chuckled, baffled. “Too fucking late for that.” You replied coldly. 

“I—it doesn’t have to be!” He spoke, grasping at straws to get you to give him one more chance.

Just one more fucking chance.

“What good will it do?” You whispered.

“You know what I realized?” You asked, putting on your shirt as Eddie gazed at you with need. 

“We’re both so beyond fucked up that...” You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Us—” You pointed toward the two of you. “We would never work!” You spat.

“I’m the last fucking girl for a relationship, and you’re the last fucking guy for a relationship.” 

“That’s why it would be perfect!” He tried to reason, but you shook your head.

“No—no, it wouldn’t! We’d eat each other alive!” You exclaimed, but Eddie refused. 

“So?” He shrugged.

“So? We’d just fight all the time! You really want a relationship that hard?”

“When did you become so fucking afraid to take a risk? A little challenge?” You narrowed your eyes.

He read you like a fucking book. You knew you weren’t afraid of a challenge.

You were afraid of getting hurt.

You were afraid of being more attached to him than you already were.

You were afraid of him running out once you decided to fully commit.

You knew it wasn’t all him; you were messed up in your own fucking way. Avoiding everything that felt too real was your specialty, because you’d rather be aching now than in the near future when he broke your heart again.

If you didn’t leave now, you never could.

“Goodbye, Eddie.” You muttered, shutting out whatever he was saying as you closed the door. 

Eddie sat on the bed, alone with himself, and his mind that was spinning with thoughts and his own voice telling him that he fucked up. 

He chucked his jacket to the ground as he rubbed his hands along his face in frustration. 

He had truly done it this time, he had lost you.

Forever.

But did he have to? 

Did he need to be a fucking coward again? 

Why would he give up this fucking fast when he didn’t tell you how he even felt? 

Eddie got up in a hurry, sprinting toward the party like a man possessed, spinning around each girl he saw in the hopes that it might be you. 

“Have you seen, Y/N?” He asked, and the blonde girl pointed toward the porch. 

He muttered a quick ‘Thanks’ as he slipped through the bodies in his way as fast as he could, making his way onto the porch with anticipation, eyes glistening the second he spotted you. 

You were sat on the cold wooden floor with your face buried into your hands, quiet sniffling was all Eddie heard. And he felt it again—that familiar ache—the same ache he felt the past month, when he couldn’t see you, talk to you, or know how you were doing. It returned instantly when he heard your sobs. 

“Hey… hey…” He murmured, causing you to jump as you turned to him with swollen eyes and your mascara was quick to run down your cheeks. 

“You’re gonna get cold, honey. Let’s get you up, yea?” He had never been this fucking caring, nor did he ever pine after you this much; he always held back, no matter what storms brewed in his mind. 

He extended his arm for you to take, but you glared at him coldly. “What are you doing here, Eddie?” 

“I need to talk to you.” He said. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You muttered, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want to—” Your rant was interrupted by his pleas.

“Please—just don’t say anything and just listen, please.” You sighed. 

“Please, Y/N.” 

“Fine.” You crossed your arms against your chest, your eyes still glistening with tears.

He inched closer to you. “These thirty fucking days I’ve spent away from you… It’s been torture, Y/N.” He shook his head. 

“You—you have no fucking idea the things I did... The things I’ve tried to forget about us... Forget you.” His voice almost cracked, distress overtaking his features. He was sincere, so fucking honest that it was starting to make you afraid.

You couldn’t decide if it was him or the chilly breeze that sent shivers down your spine. “And no matter what I did, I still found myself itching for you. A part of me that I couldn’t fucking kill craved for you… to see you, to call you.” 

You’d never seen him like this before.

Eddie was always guarded, all fun and teasing. Always turning serious shit into jokes.

And this was real. The only thing you wanted from him, the only thing you begged that he made a mockery of. The hypocrisy was appalling to you.

You opened your mouth, your brows had already furrowed, and he could tell you were going to curse him out, so he didn’t let you.

“I know… I’m a fucking hypocrite, I get it.” He whispered, and your eyes almost widened.

How the fuck did he read you that easily?

“And I’m so fucking sorry for everything I said.” He ran his hands through his curls, almost tugging them out for being an idiot.

“I was afraid, okay?” He heaved a sigh, hand ruffling through his messy hair.

You didn’t want to ask him what he was afraid of because you knew—because you were afraid of the same thing.

Your lips trembled with need; no words dared to come out of them. 

“I was so fucking scared because I did the first thing we promised not to do.” He squeezed his eyes shut. You knew how bad he was with his feelings; you couldn’t even believe that he had made it this far.

“I think—No, I know.” He shook his head.

“I really fell for you.” He was ripping open your chest now, holding your heart out. Telling you he felt the same. A gasping, quiet noise escaped your lips; this was all you wanted—needed.

You’ve been this close to Eddie countless times before; hell, he probably fucked you at a much closer distance countless times before, but this was intimate. 

“And I realized... I could lose everything in this fucked up world.” He took a deep breath, his face so close to yours that you could sense it. Sense every emotion radiating from his body—the vulnerability, the pain. 

Each beat of your heart was like a drumroll against your chest; everything you longed for was there, a breath away from you.

“But not you. Oh god, not you.” His brows knitted together in a painful expression, and his voice was barely audible as he looked at you with a gaze that held you as the center of his universe.

You wanted to kiss him; you wanted his soft lips to graze against yours; you wanted to sob into him, melt into him, and become complete with him. 

“W—what are you saying?” You asked, and you knew the answer, but you needed that confirmation, you needed those three words to leave his lips.

“I love you.” He said without hesitation, and you couldn’t help the childish grin that formed on your face, mirroring Eddie’s. 

“I—You do?” You stuttered.

“Yeah… I love you so fucking much that it’s embarrassing, really.” He chuckled, still not able to comprehend your expressions; you looked… frozen. 

“You, uh, you don’t have to say it back.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, all of this was so fucking new to him. What was he supposed to do now? Kiss you? No, no, no... He couldn’t do that because you didn’t say it back. 

“I’m sorry, shit, uhm—I honestly have no fucking clue what I’m doing,” He stuttered. 

You gave him a warm smile. “I’d say you are doing well,” You whispered, scrunching your nose. 

“Yeah?” He returned the smile—that goddamn smile that brought out his dimples. 

God, you wanted to kiss him. 

“You’re making it so hard for me to leave.” You muttered, turning around to take a breath as you shook your head.

Eddie sighed, hands quick to find yours as he turned you to face him. “Then don’t leave. Stay.”

His past words didn’t matter, and how your relationship started didn’t matter. None of it mattered now because Eddie was ready, ready to give himself fully to you. And he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

It was now or never. You heaved a sigh of breath as you looked into his eyes; you couldn’t help yourself. How could you not utter those words back to him?

“Jesus…When I told Robin that I was ready to fall in love again, I didn’t mean with you.”

You barely gave him any time to process your words as you smashed your lips with his.

It was as if passion was dripping from every move; it felt so fucking different to have this many emotions carrying your actions.

Before you could further it, taste him fully, Eddie pulled back slightly. You whined at the loss of contact. “Wait, wait, wait.” The words slipped past his lips quickly, eyes widening at your words.

“You—you? You are…?” He asked, baffled. He didn’t expect you to say it back.

He expected you to hate him forever. The thought of someone loving him was unfamiliar to him, especially to the extent that you did. Healing his fears without realizing it.

Your lips quirked into a smile. Why was he so idiotically cute?

You nodded, affirming him.

“Say it, please,” He pleaded, hands gentle as they cupped your cheeks. The look he gave you was mellow and your face tilted as you melted into his tender touch.

“I love you,” You muttered, eyes glinting with all the unspoken feelings you’ve been containing.

“Again.” A grin overtook his lips, and his widened eyes didn’t falter, shock and pure bliss apparent was written all over his face.

“Please,” He implored, brows softening each time you gave him that pretty smile.

“Soooo needy.” You narrowed your eyes jokingly.

“I love you,” You repeated, your gaze lingering on his honey-glazed eyes.

“Aren’t you a fucking dream?” You giggled, the dimples on his left cheek were pretty, he was so pretty.

“I love you more, honey.” He whispered, smashing his soft lips against yours.

And you invite him in to patch up the wounds he made, to give you the world, to love you fully; knowing that the blind faith transcended into something real, something worth worshiping.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x you #fuckboy!eddie munson #fuckboy!eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #modern!eddie munson

[dittolicous]

hear me out

stealth black!sanji where sanji does indeed start losing his emotions and word makes it way back to judge, so he has him kidnapped/his death faked and uses science to rush the removal of emotions along with wiping a good chunk of his memories to make him easier to control... the focus however was high-key placed on emotions such as empathy, humility, kindness, joy, etc. since judge wanted to ensure to an absolute degree that sanji's 'flaws' were wiped clean, leaving only the perfected stealth black he was always meant to be

but judge makes a mistake

in his hurry to eradicate the humanity, he didnt consider the consequences of leaving even an inkling of negative emotions within an abused, aching shell - smattering of disjointed memories, blurry faces in sporatic dreams, voices that are just outside his grasp, a longing for something but yet lacking a name...

injured, raw, bloody from unknown wounds he may be, but stupid, sanji is not

he's stealth black, espionage is his specialty, he knows how the human mind works, how words can be twisted, the ways a tide can be turned with the right leverage. all people, with the right tools, are malleable. he also knows the range of his 'father's' skills, knows how far judge would go to secure a victory, how little he fears damaging his own to get the right outcome...

sanji knows

there is a hole where his heart ahould be, deep, dark, and endless. he cannot feel love, but he knows its absence. there is no sympathy for the innocent lives ravaged in the vinsmoke name, yet its mention brings bile to his throat. he sees the sunrise across the sea with blank eyes and watches it set on the corpses of kingdoms with growing repulsion

his brothers laugh, they were taught how despite it having little meaning to them. they echo the teachings of their father.

sanji had that ripped away. he can recognize a hole when he sees it even if he doesnt know what once filled it. there are no empty laughs. no fake smiles. no uncaring boasts. he cannot, there was no reason for him to (were even the echos of joy a risk?)

instead he burns

hot loathing makes a home in his chest. contemp and fury settle in his lungs, growing with every breath he takes, fueled by the embers of despair settling in his stomach

sanji knows despair, knows how deep their roots take in humanity, that to be human is to suffer... but without the other half, the joy of human connection which makes it all worthwhile, the act of living, he cannot conceptualize the value of being alive in the face of such suffering

instead he stands back and watches. unbalanced, unchecked, and under-estimated, stealth black plans. he'll rid the world of their filth, finishing the job blackleg sanji was too weak to do

for in his hurry, judge forgot about sanji's rage, about the depths of his grief and the ferocity of his burning passion. so afraid of one little boys generosity, he brushes off the dangers of unbridled resentment, that malice cannot always be reigned in by an iron fist alone

and where once, there were certain teachings of honor and integrity, of love and belief to temper this flame, judge left nothing. he took away the soft words of a kind mother, the sharp kicks of a caring father (his real father), the unabashed voices of true nakama...

is it really all that surprising that once loving flames would turn into a blazing inferno, one which burns the world indiscriminately?

judge doesnt realize he didnt defang the wolf, no, he removed the muzzle

tl;dr - if a person is made of burning passion and you remove their kindness, wouldnt that just leaving burning? judge focuses only on getting rid of sanji's soft traits not considering that he'd never actually be able to control a sanji that rages indiscriminately, which eventually comes to bite him in the ass as stealth black sets the world on fire out of self-loathing

#one piece #blackleg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #stealth black #sanji #ditto rambles #burning rage au

[rosezza]

Give up on me

—R

— i love you till my breathing stops.

Warnings: soft!rafe, crying, strong language, no happy ending. I honestly love dark Rafe much more but

"What the fuck! Is wrong! With you?!" You yelled as cold tears streamed down your makeup smeared face. Sobs coming from you as you stared at Rafe.

The secret that yours and Rafes relationship was only a bet had came out to you. Over a year of dating had all been a lie. And it hurt you. All those mornings he had you wrapped close to him as he kissed you all over your face was a lie. All the times he had said he loved you was a lie. All the things you and Rafe every shared was a lie. And it cut you deep. Your throat tightened as you watched Rafe with blurry eyes. Your heart ached and your stomach was twisting. You loved him, you really did. And it hurt to know that he never loved you back. Your mind going through all the small things you and Rafe had experienced only hurt even more.

"Y/n please-.. Listen to me i didnt- i-" Rafe tried as he locked eyes with you. His heart shattered as he saw your tears. Especially since he was the one that caused them to fall down your pretty face. He had promised to make sure whoever made you cry never placed a hand on you ever again. And now he was the one making you cry.

"No!- no! Dont even fucking talk to me Rafe!.." you cried as you began sobbing even more. His soft voice reminded you of the sweet things he said to you. And it hurt you even more.

Rafe stood there as his anexiety creeped up. He was scared to say something wrong and he didnt want to lose you. He never wanted to. It was all a bet yes. But he had fallen inlove with you. And it was something he couldnt let go of, he thought he was unlovable. No girl had ever showed him as much love as you did. You had understood him in different ways then his past relationships ever had. He had actually managed to think of a future with you. And it destroyed him to think that all if that could possibly end now. You were the first girl he actually cared about and respected.

He was always the tough guy, always the one who was in control. But to you he was different. Only to you. And he had grown attached to you.

But you didnt know that.

You were stuck thinking he never cared about you. And it wouldnt even be a surprise considering you got with Rafe Cameron. Everyone had warned you about him but you gave him a chance.

And you actually thought he was the right one. The way he held you, the way he kissed you, the way he tied your shoes even if you were out in public, the way he took care of you, the way you danced to stupid little tunes whenever you felt like it, the way he bought you flowers, The way he loved you

Your anger just turned into complete sadness as you realised that this was it. This was the end "I should have listened when people told me.." you cried. Your voice high pitched because of the way your throat was tightened.

"I spoke to my mother about you Rafe, i told everyone that i found the right one. I was so fucking stupid werent i? Because all you are after is a slut." You cried as you pointed a finger at Rafe. Which hit a soft spot in him. His eyes began tearing up as he watched this whole situation unfold right infront of him. The person he loved and truly wanted in his life was sad because of him.

"Y/n I love you.." Rafes voice was weak and he took a step closer to you. The tears in his eyes made you feel slightly bad but you couldnt give in to him again. Not now. Not anymore.

"Stop saying that when you dont!-" you cried out again. You had a lump in your throat and you felt lightheaded. You hated this and you just wanted to go away.

"I give up on you"

Your words hit him like a thousand bricks at once as you snatched up your bag from the counter. Rafe was speechless as you began to walk towards the door. "No-.. no, no no. Y/n!-" Rafe called out with desperation and guilt in his voice, finally acting. He didnt want this to end. He never did. A tear ran down his cheek as he caught up to you before you could leave. He took a hold on your arm but you quickly pulled away and turned to him. Looking in his eyes. Both of your eyes red because of the tears that were both plastered on your faces.

"Never fucking touch me again." You sneered at him and his eyebrows frowned. He didnt want this. He wanted you in his arms again, but the chances if that completely faded as you began walking away from his house. Leaving him heartbroken at the doorframe. Guilt washed over him. Regretting that he ever agreed on that bet. Thinking about how different things would have been if you didnt find out you were a bet.

You heard his cries as you walked. A part of you wanted to turn around and run to him, hug him and tell him its going to be alright. Because a part of you still loved him. You could never stop loving him because you once showed the love you had for him. But all of that was gone. Your future with him was over. Your heart ached. It wanted to re-connect with his. But it hurt you to know this wasnt real.

You had given up on him. Forever.

Taglist: @necroflame 💗💗

#rafe x reader #rafe fanfiction #outer banks #drew starkey #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #fanfic #rafe obx

[pvnks0ul]

know how to answer (18+)

Ꮺ nerdy/shy!riri w. x bimbo-ish!reader

SYPNOSIS: riri agrees to your seemingly innocent idea of a study date, she quickly realizes that she came extremely unprepared.

⚠︎: smut under the cut!!!, no plot like at all, riri being a loser lesbian, service top!riri, bratty sub!reader, thigh riding, dirty talk, dry tribbing?¿, not proofread + short w ! amateur writing !

a/n: repost cause i was being stupid & deleted it ❤︎₊ ⊹

You're so good to me." You praise, biting down harshly on your bottom lip.

Riri can only nod too focused on the bouncing of your breasts above her, her face on fire, glasses just about to slip off the tip of her nose as she loosely holds your hips, too scared to apply any pressure. She can't believe you were doing this with– on her but it wasn't a complaint. Her little whimpers spurred you on to continue humping against her bare thigh.

This was just supposed to be a little study date, but when you waltzed over in your cute little cami top, grey sweat shorts leaving little to the imagination, all of that flies out the window.

In all honesty, it wasn't initially a ploy to get her alone, you did plan to get at least some work done but it easily slips your mind early on when you leaned over her to grab an extra piece of paper and she didnt take her big brown eyes off of you. You test the waters, bending over to pick up a pencil you'd purposely dropped on the floor, feigning annoyance as you swayed your hips a little and you could feel her four eyes beaming through the thin fabric of your shorts. When you sat back down she flinches, turning back to her worksheet in an instant and she was just horrible at pretending to be cool.

You smirked at her smitteness before kissing and pinching her cheek, then the corner of her lips, Riri lets out an audiable huff at your teasing before turning her head and she remembers your long manicured nails holding & marking her to keep her in place. She's blissfully humming into the kiss, almost out of air when you push her down onto your bed with all your might as you pecked her lips multiple times over, mumbling sweet nothings right into her mouth. Riri whimpers at them, pulling on the back of your shirt & then your thigh, tugging it up to her waist and that little pull was the most demanding she'd ever been with you; you instantly wanted more. Thrusting your hips against the skin showing under her short khakis.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you quickened your pace. Your shorts pulled to the side to allow more friction on your swollen clit— because of course you weren't wearing any panties. Riri feels so dirty for letting you rub your raw arousal all over her leg with zero hesitation. You were so wet, making her thigh all slippery for your fun and she was no better, bleeding straight through her boxers. She was sure she'd cum just from watching and right now, as far as she was concerned you could use her however you wanted and she would thank you.

But one thing Riri failed to realize was that you hated doing all the work, your hips would burn and definitely give out any minute now. "Y–you can touch me, baby." You hint as weak pants left your sore lips.

Riris eyes practically jolt out her socket from being put on the spot, she's unsure what to do or where to grab first which is just infuriating because she's sure she has thought about this times before.

You decide to help out. Grabbing the hands on your waist and leading them down to the globes of your ass. You made her hands squeeze the plush between her fingers with a hiss and you almost fall over.

"Don't you wanna help me, Riri?" You pouted, nestled to the side of her face. She nods again, loving the way your nose nudged her cheek as you sucked and pecked over the soft skin of her jaw.

Riris eyes flutter shut, grinding her hips up against nothing, she's desperate, "Wanna do everything for you." she professes before kneading at the plush skin of your ass. You continue to hump her through the twitching,, you dont want to stop, arching your back hoping for her to rub, slap, hell.. even squeeze you again.

Leaving you to be disappointed when she did neither.

"You're not acting like it." You pout even deeper while holding onto her broad shoulders, "I don– don't think you want me." you mutter dramatically, your pace slowing to a stop.

Riri practically squeaks with how fast she breaths out, hands frantically pulling on your trembling thighs, "N-no, I do, shit– Want you so bad!"

She squishes your ass in her hands, trying to move your stiff body on her own, your breathing picks up, nipping at her neck, feeling pride in herself for the little reaction.

She slides you up & directly over her mound, apologizing at your squeal but she just wanted to feel you and fuck– could she ever... The pressure of your puffy bud enducing complete pleasure for her as she grounded you over hers, your little moans every time as she used your body as if it was nothing but a toy, letting her know to keep going.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me harder, Riri!" You command full of sass, sitting on spread legs for easier access and she listens, rutting her own hips up to please you, garbling out little puffs of air because it felt too good.

Your perky tits slipping out from your bra due to her constant rocking, and Riri groans deeply, her button pulsing erratically in her pants, "So hot.." her grip tightening tenfold, the skin bruising and stinging as she drags you back and forth over her poor cunt, determined to get you both there.

"P–please, Goddamn–! m'so close, baby, please." she drags out all the vowels, begging for a release and making your hips twitch once again, "Ohhhh shit—! Shit, y/n!" her lower half spasmsing so hard that she eventually locks up, her release seeping through her thick pants and bubbling as it mixed with your own.

You cry out clawing at your bed sheets to try and escape her deadly hold but to no avail, It's too little too late ; pussy warming her had awakened your own high, "Fu– no, stay right here." Her arms lock over your lower back, weighing you further down against her.

You whine, cream dripping from your untouched yet throbbing hole and down the sides of her khakis, forced to sit in your sticky mess because you couldn't go anywhere as long as she didnt want you to.

Just give her a little bit more time.

🔖: @shurislover @s0lam33y @sapphicbarbz @prettypink-princesss

#𝓴𝓲𝔀𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓼 ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ #riri williams x reader #ironheart x reader #dominique thorne x reader #riri williams smut #riri williams #ironheart #marvel wlw #marvel smut #x black reader #black fanfiction

[chaos-grimlin]

Hi author, this is a rather strange request , but still. Can you please do Stu macher and Billy Loomis with a female reader. Billy decides to take a break from the relationship, Stu agrees with him saying they need to cool down a bit. The reader was upset, but after a while she realized that she was much better off without them . About a week later, Billy and Stu are invited to a party where y/n was. They see her with a new boyfriend who turns out to be her best friend. She tells them that she wasn't happy in her relationship with them, the relationship was killing her, but from the beginning she didn't realize it, but after this pause she realized that she was not happy, but happy with the new boyfriend and asks them not to spoil anything. I apologize for the errors in the text, English is not my native language.

Ah! Hi anon!! Sorry it took forever to get to this BUT here it is!! I hope you like it!!! Also you didnt clarify if it was another friend other then in the friend group, but you didnt So ima make us get with someone in the friend group❤❤

Not how it was suppost to go (Billy loomis and Stu macher x female reader )

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

At first, everything between the three seemed fine. Their relationship seemed picture perfect, but, behind closed doors, it was just sex.

Every other day if one of the boys were horny they'd have their way with her till her legs were weak, so that was all she knew.

She thought that they loved her and this was their weird way of showing it.

At first it was more then sex, but Billy and Stu got bored of her. Her beauty never made their hearts flutter anymore.

"Hey Stu come here" Billy hissed out as he leaned agaisnt the door frame of Stus house.

Stu looked up at Billy and nodded. "Ill be backkkk" Stu said to Y/n in a sing song voice.

Y/n let out a forced giggle as Stu pulled himself from her hands and walked off, leaving her alone in the cold living room.

A sigh escaped her lips as her hands gripped onto the soft fabric of the couch. Her eyes scanning over every inch of his fancy living room, the same living room that they had fucked her in not to long ago.

"Stu.." Billu said in a hushed tone as he pulled Stu away and into the kitchen.

"Hm?" Stu hummed out as he snatched an apple from his counter and bit into it.

"I think we should leave Y/n" Billy said, crossing his arms with a stone cold look plastered onto his face.

Stu stopped chewing on his Apple and looked at Billy as if he was stupid.

"Why?" Stu huffed out with a mouth full. "Its nothing but sex and heh im damn sure not attracted to her personality. Shes got a fine body but I'm not interested in her anymore."

Stus brows knitted togeather, forming a wrinkle between his brows then he swallowed the bite of apple he had chewed.

"Yeah your right... We might need to cool down for a bit" he said with a shrug.

"Well lets go break the news" Billy huffed out, rubbing his temple.

Stu let a sigh out and threw his almost uneaten apple away and wiped the juice off of his hand. "This will be fun" he said as he followed Billy into the living room.

^^^y/n P.O.V^^^

I rubbed the inside of my sore thigh as i felt brusies form on it.

"Hey Y/n honey, me and Stu need to talk to you" Billy said as he sat on my left and Stu sat on my right. "Talk away" i said, feeling a forced smile tug at my lips.

"Me and Stu think that we.. Should take a break from our relation ship"

I felt my heart crack slightly. "What?" I whispered, barley finding my voice.

"We should split up" Stu said blankly.

I left my bottom lip start to quiver as i looked between the two.

"This...is this a joke?" I said, feelings tears build up in my eyes as i saw them shake their heads no.

My heart sank to my feet and o felt my throat close to the point I could barley breath.

Out of reaction i stormed to my feet and sped to the door. Ny hands fumbled with the knob before i quickly pulled it open and ran out.

The cold night air hit me like a brick as i slammed stus door shut.

I stood on the steps of his house as tears pooled from my eyes.

I couldn't stand to stay there...

I rushed off his steps, almost tripping over my own two feet.

My breathing was unsteady and was all i heard as i walked.

I thought everything was perfect... But...maybe i was wrong...

~~~1 week later~~~

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

Y/n sat next to Randy on her couch, leaning her head onto his shoulder as she drunk the cheap beer thst Randy got.

"So, they just left you?" He asked.

"Yup... After i cut everyone off...and they just left me.. They didnt seem sorry" She muttered, recalling the night she ran home crying and ended up calling him.

"Thats a shitty move" he said "hell if you were my girl i wouldn't even dream of leaving you" he muttered under his breath as he turned the beer bottle up.

"What did you say?" Y/n asked, taking her head off of his shoulder and looking into his eyes.

"Nothing" he said. Knowing she'd never feel the same about him.

"Randy what did you say?" Y/n asked, fully sitting up and locking eyes with him.

Randy's eyes traveled from her eyes to her lips as he looked at her.

"If you were my girl id never even dream of leaving you"he sajd as he reached his hand up and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Y/n went silent, her eyes looking into Randy's as if searching for what his feelings were.

Randy set his beer bottle down on the table next him and looked back at her, seeinf her face full of confusion.

Randy took in a deep breath before letting it all spill out "what im trying to say is i like you" Randy said.

Y/n felt shock travel through her body. She would have never guessed that Randy meeks, liked her.

Randy shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he waited for her to answer.

Y/n couldn't find her voice, the words seems stuck in her throat, so all she did was grab Randy's and press her lips onto his softly, starting their relationship...

~~~2 weeks later~~~

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

"Come on in Loomis and Macherrr!!" a drunk boy said as he slung the door open for the two.

Billy and Stu walked in, eyeing the flood of people, looking, looking for her.

"Didn't see tell someone she'd be here?" Stu whispered to Billy. Billy nodded as he clenched his fist.

Billy quickly made his way to the living room...

^^^y/n P.O.v^^^

Randy twirled me around slowly as a string of giggles left my throat.

Randy pulled me to his chest and kissed my forehead. "I love you" he whispered to me "i love you too!" I said back.

Getting with Randy made me realize how unhappy I was with Stu and Billy.

Once i had opened up to Randy hs told me that they were only using me for sex, and i realized he was right. I had loved them 100% of the time and they didn't even love me back. But now... I finally found the one...the one that treats me right and loves me more then words.

I saw Randy look to his left at the Tv, but then i saw his eyes harden. "Whats wrong?" I whispered running my hand along his chest.

"Your ex's are here" he hissed out.

I turned to follow his gase and sure enough... There they stood...

I gripped onto Randy's shirt tightly once i saw Billy's hand pulled into a fist.

Soon... The two boys stormed up to us, and billy was ready to punch the hell out of Randy.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Billy screamed.

"Her getting into a better relation ship thats what" Randy said, trying not to raise his voice.

"Nothing can be good when its you you goddamn geek!" Billy yelled, pushing Randy.

"Billy fucking stop it! Leave us alone!" I said, getting infront of Randy.

"Why?!" He said, getting closer to me

"You guys broke up with me i found someone that im actually happy with!" I said, crossing my arms.

"So please don't ruine it" i said. By now, everyone was watching us.

Billy and i locked eyes before he stormed off and dragged Stu with him.

I looked back at Randy and quickly hugged him.

I wasnt going to let some lowlifes ruine something i love so much

#billy loomis #stu macher #randy meeks x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #casey becker #randy meeks #billy loomis and stu macher x reader #scream

[clementinechatsshit]

money, power, glory - coriolanus snow x plinth!oc

description: rhea plinth wanted one thing more than anything in this world. power. this is her story of descending into the hunger for power. the addiction to it. and if she can love through this hunger.

tw: 18+ standard hunger games shizzle, strong language, spice, toxic relationships, power hungry bitches, rhea is just as twisted as snow

a/n: hi peeps, this is my first attempt at writing anything ff related, but coryo has been in my brain since i read tbosas. i didnt want to write him ooc but rather embrace the fact that he is bat shit crazy and create a character that also embraces and encourages that side of him. i dont think ive read any ffs that have a reader/oc that is also as fucked up as snow. pls be nice

What is the purpose of the Hunger Games? 

I used to think that they were to bring justice to Panem. To punish the districts for the uprising. We’d always been taught that, and I believed it. Yet, now I see things a little differently. I see things for how they truly are. I was eighteen when I learnt the truth about the Hunger Games. How they are played, and how they are really won.

‘Rhea?’ a voice echoes from behind me. I snap my head around to see my brother leant against the frame of my bedroom door.

‘Sejanus, what have I said about knocking’, he flinches at my response, my tone harsher than intended. 

He lowers his gaze to the blazer in his grip, cowering from the hardened stare I deliver his way. ‘I’m sorry’ weak, ‘we’re going to be late’. 

I turn to fully face him, lifting my face to a content smile. My heels clack on the marble flooring as I cross the room, I pause for a second in front of him, waiting. Sejanus holds his elbow out for me to link my hand through, my gloved hand brushes the soft thread of his shirt as an avox approaches and hands me my purse. 

‘Bye, mother!’, ‘See ya, Ma’ we shout as we leave the penthouse. Sejanus never stopped calling our mother ‘ma’, juvenile if you ask me. Sometimes I think he wants to be back in the districts.

The red silk of my dress grazes the bottoms of my calves as we make our way to the car, another avox our driver. I see avox’s as the perfect company, they know their place in this society, even if they did have to learn it the hard way. They know that they have no power, they have accepted that there are consequences to their actions. They don’t talk back either. 

‘The Academy’ a demand, not a request. 

‘Please.’ Sejanus adds

The Academy. Only the elites have the privilege of attending, and only the greats go on to study at the University. We may not be Capitol born, but we belong there more than anybody else. For ten years, I have been proving my place amongst my fellow students, before I even set foot in the Capitol, I knew I am simply better than them all.

I entered first. Shoulders back, chin up. Make them stare. The first thing I know about power. If you can’t command a room, you have none. I felt the eyes on me as I strode in, then I heard the whispers. I had power, you see, I have their attention when I give them none. I glance around the room attempting to find someone worth a morsel of my time, when I hear his voice.

‘Rhea Plinth’, that is a voice I would never tire of hearing.

‘Coriolanus Snow’ I acknowledge him, giving him a once over. The pinstripes of his dress shirt, dated, yet he made it look like an arising trend in the Capitol. A rose tucked into the formal vest. He was handsome indeed, a shame about the mismatched tesserae buttons. I placed my hand into his outstretched palm, watching him raise it to his lips as he leant down and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it in greeting. 

‘Rhea, can you just get it over and done with, Snow won the Plinth Prize, didn’t he?’ the bratty whine of Arachne Crane interrupted.

‘I can’t confirm anything’, power, ‘however, I can say things will get interesting this year.’ my voice almost sultry as I spoke directly to Coriolanus, not even bothering to turn to Arachne. 

‘Now, Coriolanus, walk with me?’ a huff sounds from beside us as we turn to leave the hall. 

‘Won’t people suspect something?’ I feel his breath on my neck as he hunches down to be level with my ear.

‘They’ll just assume I’m telling you about the prize’, I remain facing ahead, the doors to the adjoining hallway open. A rare smile hooks at the corners of my mouth as we round the corner, a pillar shielding us from the curious eyes of anyone passing. 

‘Ah yes, Miss Plinth doing her duty as the liaison for the prestigious Plinth family.’ His mocking tone forces my eyes to roll, as we slowly step backwards. I may be the representative of the Plinth family for all intents and purposes, but with Coriolanus, I don’t have to be. See, I know who he really is, I know that his family has no money, I’ve seen the apartment they live in. Deep down, I know that all he sees in me is District, but I am the one thing that stands between him and the power he craves. That’s why we have this arrangement. I secure his future in the Capitol, and he makes sure that no one will ever see me as district again. 

I’m drawn from my thoughts as my skin hits the cold wall behind me, a hand snaking its way around my waist. A hooked finger nudges my chin, lifting my gaze to meet the piercing blue eyes looking down at me. The intensity of his stare is almost intimidating. His grip changes as he strokes a fallen piece of hair behind my ear. 

‘You look pretty like this,’ he murmurs, leaning in. His lips graze mine and I feel him inhale. Like he’s breathing in my surrender. I crash my lips against his, our noses bumping against each other, but neither of us minding. His lips are rough against mine, more aggressive. You look pretty like this. I look pretty when you think you have control over me.

I reach my hands around his neck, tangling my fingers into the blond curls. I tug once, he groans, I tug again. Who’s in control now, Coryo. He squeezes my waist and I sigh into the kiss. Our whole exchange is a power play. His tongue slips into my mouth as he reaches his hand lower, and lower. Maybe I could give in this once.

The echo of someone clearing their throat shatters the tension between us. Coriolanus takes a few instinctive steps back as I swing my head around to look at who dared interrupt us. 

Dean Casca Highbottom.

‘Mr Snow, Miss Plinth. I assume you are heading into the hall to hear the announcement?’ He looked disgusted, disappointed. 

‘Yes, of course, Dean Highbottom.’ Coriolanus responded instantly, leaving me standing with the Dean, marching back into the grand hall, his hands reaching up to fix his hair

‘They can’t make the announcement without me, Casca. You know that,’ I give him a knowing look before following Coriolanus’ lead. I look back over my shoulder to see the Dean opening a vial and consuming the contents. 

I found Coriolanus standing with my brother and another girl from our class, Dovecote, Clemensia I believe. I give her a slight nod as a hello, not wanting to waste my breath on her. ‘Hello Sejanus, Coriolanus.’ glancing up at the boys, flashing a quick smirk at them.

‘Rhea, where were you?’ Sejanus queries, his brows furrowed, ‘you’re meant to be naming the winner.’ 

‘Brother mine, you worry too much. Besides, there's been a slight change in plan.’ This is power. Knowledge. Money. 

‘Can everyone take their seats,’ the instructions come from one of the teachers at the Academy.

I leave the group and make my way up to the podium, passing Dean Highbottom on the way. The room silences as I ascend the stairs. As I glance down to the crowd, I catch Coriolanus’ eye, he looks hopeful. He needs this prize. To anyone else, it’s about the title. To him, this is everything. 

‘My father, Strabo Plinth, has been gracious enough, over the years, to provide incentive to those at the Academy in the form of the Plinth Prize. An award bestowed upon the student who excels in every aspect of their education. An honour for any student who wins it.’ my voice strong, conductive, they are hanging on my every word. Power. I see Arachne glare over at the blond boy, they all think they know. They all think he has won. ‘This year, we want to make things harder, create more of a challenge. This year, myself and my mentor, Dr. Ghaul, want you. The top twenty-four. The elite. To become mentors yourselves.’ slight muttering begins to spread around the room. ‘This reaping day, you will be assigned tributes, you will guide them, make spectacles of them, and one of you. You will create a victor.’ 

The voices become louder, anger begins to bubble. Arachne is already complaining, Sejanus looks horrified. But Coriolanus, he is furious. And me, a large grin spreads its way across my face.

Now this. This is power.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #oc #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #lucy gray baird #tom blyth #coryo snow #tigris snow #the hunger games #capitol

[keirawantstocry]

If you're up for prompts I have a quick little idea.

Fit and/or pac realizing they like tubbo, or tubbo realizing he likes fit and pac. I just crave poly morning crew tbh..

I have never tried the poly from anyon other then tubbo’s pov so for you beloved mutual i will try 

also it got away from me a little i didnt expect it to be this long LMAO

Fit knew he liked Pac. To be honest it took a really long time to come to terms with it but he knew. He knew he loved how strong the other man was, how capable yet kind. That damn smile that spread across his face like the sun rising across the horizon on an early morning. So yes it took a lot of getting used to, there was a lot to get over, a lot of fear left over from 2b2t, but he knew. He knew how he felt about his son. He loved his son and would die for him. It had taken him a while to warm up to him, attachments were hardwired in him to be a danger sign of weakness. He knew how he felt about nearly every single person on the island. What he wasn’t sure about was how he felt about Tubbo. 

Every moment they spent together was fun, whether that be something chill like hanging out or something absolutely batshit like running full force at mobs to get into fights for no reason. Tubbo had energy. Infectious energy. During their time together, Fit felt that energy seep into his own body until he was just as energized. It was infectious and made him happy in a way that made him mad. He was frustratingly aware that his emotions about it didn’t make any sense. Finally after an incident where his frustration got the best of him and he nearly snapped at Tubbo, he caved and went to Phil. 

“Hey Phil?” he called out as soon as he landed beside the waypoint. 

There was Phil, kneeling in the soft dirt planting another flower that Tallulah had probably given to him. “What’s up mate?” 

Fit plopped beside him heavily. “I’ve been… feeling a lot lately.” 

“About Pac?” Phil asked with a laugh, his eyes twinkling with mirth. 

“No. About Tubbo actually.” 

“Oh?” Phil asked, his eyebrows going up in surprise. He laid down his equipment, abandoning the flower for the time being to focus his attention on Fit. “What do you mean?” 

“I’ve… been getting really frustrated lately? Not mad at him, just frustrated when he’s around? I feel like,” Fit tried to desperately rack his brain for an explanation. “He gets under my skin. That grin he does to Sunny when he first sees her. That laugh he does that turns into a wheeze as he struggles to breathe? It makes my chest hurt. I don’t. I just don’t fucking get it. I love him. Why am I so bothered by little things?” 

Phil took a long moment to consider it while he brushed off his dirty hands on his pants. “Fit, can I be completely honest with you right now?” 

“Of course.” 

“Have you considered that he’s not getting under your skin in an upsetting way but that that’s the only way you know how to react?” 

Fit blinked at him. “What do you mean?” 

Phil sighed. “There’s different definitions of getting under your skin. They aren’t all negative.” 

“I mean,” Fit laughed. “What else could it be?” 

Fit felt like his entire world flipped on its head when a completely unexpected question escaped Phil’s lips. “Have you ever thought about kissing him?” 

Stunned silence stretched between them. Fit’s mind was racing and his jaw agape. Now that was all he could think about. Gently kissing that wide smile, feeling it against his mouth. Being the one who received that smile in the morning. Being the one who caused that laugh the most, brought out that joy in him. “Holy shit,” he said softly. 

Phil chuckled slightly. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

“Holy shit!” Fit said again as his world fell back into place, as everything started to make a little bit more sense. “I have to find Tubbo.” 

#poly morning crew #qsmp fitmc #fitbo #techincally lmao #my writing #thank you for your ideas #kissing you on the forehead

[muns0nslov3r]

beg for it.

steve harrington x female reader

warnings ; breeding kink, praising a shit ton, pet names like : angel, stevie and baby, steve rambling ab how good ur pussy feels, dom!steve, sub!reader, oral (fem), makeup sex?, rough sex, hair pulling, spanking, creampie

minors dni or ill call ur mom, bc shes in my bed rn.

you dont understand how you ended up this way, it started out with a stupid argument about something useless. tears filling your eyes from the stress, steve explaining something you werent listening, you were so upset and stressed from everything. from the upside down and school. it was to much. anger took over as you felt the heat of tears rolling down your cheeks rambling all upset while you poked steves chest with your finger. you guys didnt argue much, it was super rare. 

steve looked at you jaw clenched, you kept poking his chest crying before you could understand what was going on. steve grabbed your wrist his lips crashing onto yours, a groan leaving your mouth as your guys mouths attacked eachother.

your hands got lost in steves lovely hair tugging at his locks earning a groan from him, his hands gripped your hips pulling you close as you moaned into his mouth. “you look so pretty cant help myself” he smirked leaving wet sloppy kisses to your cheek, down to your jaw then to your neck. nipping at the pale skin.

your body felt like it was on fire as you felt the heat between your legs grow more and more. feeling steves boner poke at you as he held your waist.

steve started to suck hickeys onto your neck, feeling you slowly melt under him just from little neck kisses.  gripping at his shirt as you moaned feeling his soft plump lips against your neck. making you feel weak.

you closed your eyes to suddenly feel yourself getting picked up, getting brought to the bedroom as you got onto the bed giggling, as steve grabbed your shorts tugging them down.

steves eyes being met with a wet spot on your panties, he smirked slowly pulling down your panties, a string of slick showing as your panties moved away from your pussy.

you felt steves lips kiss your clit making you blush and giggle feeling his tongue lick a fat long stripe up from your needy leaking hole up to your clit, his tongue flicking your bundle of nerves making your thighs twitch. “oh stevie!” you moaned out feeling him suck on your clit.

your hands gripping his locks tugging as he sucked more, his fingers teasing your needy hole. slowly pushing one finger into your pussy. his movements were slow which you didnt like that. 

making you whine “stevie..i want more please!” you whimpered “baby we gotta be careful dont wanna hurt you” he mumbled into your clit as the vibrations made you arch your back a bit “stevie!” you let out a high pitch whimper as you grinded against his face.

“ mh- your so needy hm?” he teased humming around your clit sending shock waves through your body “fuckk yes steve im so needy for you” you moaned feeling a second finger fill up your pussy. 

making you whimper and squirm. steves fingers moved fast he curled them hitting your g-spot over and over. “fuck oh my god!” you arched your back more moaning. 

steves fingers kept hitting your g-spot, aswell for him sucking your clit making you become a mess. steve loved seeing you like this.

“stevie im so close” you moaned tugging at his hair more, you felt steve start to hum against your clit and move his fingers faster. you rolled your eyes back whimpering “fuck im gonna cum! can i? can i cum please..?” your rambled.

“of course angel cum for me” steve hummed as you came undone, grinding against steves fast moaning. steve pulled out his fingers licking them clean then licking your pussy, he stopped when you pushed his head away from the overstimulation.

“ taste so good angel” he smirked and sat up pulling his sweatpants down, along with his boxers. his dick sprung free hitting steves shirt,  precum making a little wet spot on his shirt.

“get on your hands and knees angel” he kissed your cheek as you got onto your hands and knees wiggling your ass, earning a slap on the ass. you cried out heat rising onto your cheeks then your cunt. 

steves tip slid in between your folds making you squirm. he pushed the tip inside as you both hissed, the stretch was amazing each time. he pushed more inside before pulling out and slamming back in.

making you cry out and moan while steve kept thrusting, making you a moaning mess as you gripped the bed sheets. steve gripped your hair lifting your head up.

steve gripped your hips slamming against you as you moaned “oh stevie!” you whimpered tugging at the sheets “that feel good angel? you like my cock fucking you hm?” he moaned in your ear as you blushed.

“ye-yes!” you struggled to get words out your mouth from the force of steves thrusts.

his tip hitting your cervix each thrust, he was so deep you felt him in your tummy.

“fuck this pussy is so fucking tight, i love your pussy baby” he groaned slapping your ass a bit. you arched your back moaning. steves cock was thick stretching your gummy walls each time you guys had sex.

your walls kept clenching around steves cock earning slight groans from steve. “fuck! youre squeezin’ me so tight baby, you gonna cum? yeah? cum on my fucking cock wanna hear you fall apart” steve groaned.

you cried out as you came all over steves dick soaking it as he helped you ride out your high “fuck- good girl..fucking so good for me..” he whispered in your ear as he kept thrusting “shit- so close! im gonna breed you so hard. wanna be a mommy to my babies?” your stomach had butterflies grow from his words. 

“fuck please!” you whimpered, three more painful thrusts and steves seed covered your walls. you felt him fill you up as he rode out his high.

your pants filled the room as you laid onto the soft covers. you didnt notice that steve left the room, and that he was cleaning you up and getting you dressed. your eyes were heavy your head felt dizzy your body felt numb.

“ did so good for me baby..i love you” steves voice made you come back. “ i love yo-you too..” you mumbled cuddling into steve, you both slowly fell asleep.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #Steve smut #dom steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things steve #Smut #babygirl steve harrington #steve the hair harrington

[myfanstories]

Where's Bob?! (part 1)

read part 2 here

Read part 3 here

Pairing: Bradley (Rooster) Bradshaw x fem!reader, Dagger Squad x platonic!reader

Summary: A very unexpected night takes a very unexpected twist when your ever so loving boyfriend convinces you to go out with him. The next day some of the dagger squad wake up in a hotelroom with little to no memory of the night before. But they soon realise they’re missing a man… because where the hell is Bob??!!!

A/N: my first series iiii I'm excited! I've had this idea for a while now so let me know what you guys think! The italics are referencing to the past :) reader is also an aviator but I havent decided on her callsign yet but I will next chapter! Enjoy and feedback is always welcome xx

Trigger warning for alcohol, some swear words, alluding to smut, smoking // English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes

“Lets just go out for one drink and call it a night, what could go wrong?”

The loud pounding in your head was a quick reminder that if you ever heard Rooster speak those words again, you should turn around and run. A light groan escaped your lips as you tried to open your eyes, the mascara from the night before sticking them together making it harder for you to do so. Once you got them open you blinked rapidly, scanning your surroundings which made you realise…. you did not recognize the bed you were currently laying in. Your brain was doing overtime as you tried to figure out where the hell you were as something moved at the bottom of your feet “what the-“ you whispered, up until that moment you didnt even realize you were laying in between two people until the person on your left softly groaned “ShhhHHH” the person to your right whisper-yelled “Brad?” You questioned, voice very hoarse “Why are you so loud” he mumbled as you started sitting up straight, you stomach protesting with every movement and it was then you saw the person laying at the bottom of your feet “Jake...I’m so confused?” the room was spinning with every little movement as you moved to lay on your back again “Did we die? Am I dead? Is this hell? I’m in so much pain” Coyote - the person you realised was on your left side - said and you swallowed hard, clearing your throat “I need water” Rooster reached over to the bedside table “I gotchu” but missed the glass full of water by an inch making it fall to the floor “No-ah son of a bitch I’m sorry” he whimpered, eyes still closed. A person emerged from the floor which you quickly recognized as Phoenix as she stumbled to the bathroom mumbling a “I’m gonna throw up” under her breath and loudly closing the door behind her. A soft handed landed on your head, patting it “Baby” Rooster mumbled “Baby?” He asked again and you groaned “Baby help me up” you pushed him with all the strength you could possibly muster, but failing miserably as Rooster made no attempt to get up himself and you quickly gave up "Get up by yourself"

Suddenly a phone rang, very loudly, making the squad in the room groan and Jake shot up from the end of the bed “Make it stop” Coyote yelled “I’m still drunk” Jake yelled as he reached for his phone with shaky hands “I’m still so drunk-hello?” His voice barely above a whisper “Hangman? Where are you guys?” Payback’s voice echoed through the phone “We’re in uh, we’re in… where are we?” Jake questioned, finally looking around to his surroundings “Baby” Rooster whined and you groaned “what?!” You snapped “where are we?” “Rooster I dont fucking know” you covered your face with the blanket as you tried to make yourself as small as possible, hitting Coyote in the process, he groaned and Brad spoke up “Coyote if you touch my girlfriend you’ll catch these hands” he said raising his fists, voice slurred “I aint afraid of you” Coyote slurred back and suddenly a hand flung over your body, a weak slap landing on Coyote’s face “I’m gonna hit you back so hard watch me” Coyote managed to have his eyes closed for the entire altercation as he too slapped Rooster in the face “Oh its on” and before you knew it you were in the center of a very weak, kinda pathetic bitch slap fight “Oh my-guys, why are we in the Gran Miramar Hotel?” this made the two boys next to you pause their bitch fight and Jake looked up at Phoenix and her extremely pale exterior while still on the phone with Payback “What did we do last night?” He questioned “Oh god…Where’s BOB?!”

The evening started of slow. It was Phoenix who send a last minute text in the dagger squad groupchat asking if anyone was up for a drink. Coyote and Jake quickly agreed, Bob also replying he down but you on the otherhand weren’t really feeling it. Your boyfriend on the otherhand, who surprisingly still had a lot of energy at this hour, wanted to go “Babe just go” you smiled “Not without you” he pouted as he made its way over to you since you were already in bed, a book open in your lap. He crawled into the bed with you as you moved your book to the side, making room for him as he planted himself right on top of you. Head on your chest, his arms snaked its way around your waist, reaching under your back to pull you closer to him “We see each other at work almost everyday and if we dont, we see each other outside of work also almost everyday.. one evening without me wont kill you” you said as you played with his hair “It will” he replied and you soon realized he wasnt taking no for an answer “Lets just go out for one drink and call it a night, what could go wrong?” You sighed and paused, really thinking about it before speaking up “Fine, let me get dressed”

“How do you lose Bob?!” As the gang was very slowly starting to come back alive again, panic was starting to set in regarding the Bob situation “Nix, have you met the guy?! He’s like a Ninja” Coyote argued, struggling to put on his button up shirt “And why is my shirt wet?”You looked over at him and noticed he completely missed 2 buttons in the middle making it fit weird and you pointed at it wordlessly, a chuckle leaving your lips “Guys, why am I the only one freaking out about this?! We lost Bob” Phoenix’s attempts to get a reaction from the group went unnoticed by you as you were looking for your shirt since you woke up in your bra and boxer shorts that definitely belonged to your boyfriend. You quickly realized they were his when he stood up and gave a full peep show in the process. “Y/N” you looked up to see Rooster holding your shirt and threw it at you. You quickly put it on and felt a wave of emotions hit you all at once “Baby no” Rooster warned but the lip quivering already started “I would have never found my shirt without you” you sniffed and Jake looked at you with a confused look on his face “What’s happening right now” you sniffed, covering your face “She gets very emotional when extremely hungover” Rooster said, making its way over to you. Just as he was about to reach you he felt something crack under his foot. He looked down, picking up the item he just stepped up and paled at the sight of it “Oh god” “Are those-“ You felt the tears fall on your cheeks as the emotional hangover reached a high “Bob’s glasses”

Soft laughs echoed at the bar as Penny approached the group of slightly intoxicated Aviators “Guys, I love you… you know that but this is last call” She patted Jake’s shoulder as he boo’d lightly making Penny roll her eyes in amusement “I have to say, I didn’t really wanna go out tonight but I’m glad I did” You spoke, Roosters arm locked firmly around your waist “I agree, it was a very good night” Phoenix leaned against the pool table behind her, her head tilted slightly to the side with a smile on her face “Guys, who said the evening has to come to an end already? Lets go downtown, see what the youths are up to at this hour” it might have been the alcohol coursing through everyone’s veins at the moment, but nobody seemed to disagree at the idea. Coyote scanned everyone’s faces, waiting for someone to protest and when nobody did he clapped his hand “Lets go then!”

“Whats the last thing you guys remember?” Ever since finding Bobs - now broken - glasses panic was starting to set in with the group “Nothing, literally nothing” You said, taking a sip from your much needed coffee as your left leg bounced up and down “There must be something! Guys think” Coyote’s head suddenly shot up and he walked towards a bag on the bed “We went to La Bamba first” he said, pulling out a funky looking cocktail glass from the bag as a memory suddenly flooted into your brain “Oh my god, I stole that” you laughed softly

The sound of Beyonce’s voice filled the room as you grinded your ass on Phoenix who had her hands on your waist. Laughing loudly you looked at your boyfriend who was currently so low to the ground you thought he might not be able to get back up again. Bob was sipping from his drink, eyes closed swaying his head to the beat of the song as Jake and Javy made their way through the crowd to you guys holding new drinks from the bar. “Here” Javy yelled as he handed you your drink, you gasped looking at the funky glass in your hand as you thought of one thing and one thing only… that glass was going home with you. After you quickly downed the cocktail you swiftly looked around before opening the tote bag you were supporting around your shoulder and dropping the glass in there “What are you doing?” Rooster yelled with an amused tone as he watched the whole thing play out in front of him “I’m thinking ahead” you yelled back, pointing to the side of your head “When we move in together we need to have cool drinking glasses you know” his right hand made its way around your neck as the other was placed around your waist and he pulled you close “You wanna move in together?” He asked and you looked into his eyes, a tiny blush forming on your cheek as his eyes roamed your face. Even after 2 years of dating, he never felt to make you blush with just a simple look “I mean yeah, we spend basically everyday together already.. why not make it official” Rooster’s smile grew wide “I would love that” As he leaned in to kiss you, Jake threw his hands around the both of you “Guys lets move! The club next door is doing free shots right now”

Phoenix was walking back and forth in the room, making you nauseous just looking at her “Nix, sit down or I will throw up on you” Jake commented while rubbing his head and supporting your sunglasses he stole from you bag to cover his eyes. Phoenix sighed, sitting down on the bed. Coyote sipped from his water bottle, hands shaking as he looked at you “I also remember me and you wrestling in the parking lot of a McDonalds because I said you couldnt fight me if you tried” looking down at your open and scraped up kneecaps you chuckled “So thats why they’re bleeding. I cant remember tho, who won?” Coyote laughed, seemingly unsure of himself “I did“ “No he didnt, I remember and you dragged him to the ground first try” Phoenix said and the guys in the room let out a low whistle and clapped for you as Coyote rolled his eyes “Okay okay, back to the Bob situation please.. has anyone tried calling him?” He asked and you perked up, grabbing your phone “Why didnt we think of that?” Unlocking your phone, you quickly pressed Bob’s contact and waited for it to ring “Its going” you said, but what you didnt expect was a loud ringing noise filling the room the second you pressed ‘call’ on your phone “No way” Rooster mumbled and the squad quickly stood up, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from. The ringing kept going, but nobody seemed to find where it was coming from until Rooster paused in front of the mini refrigerator under the TV. Opening it slowly, he felt as if his eyes were betraying him. He picked up the phone which was still ringing and showed it to the rest of the squad. “Guys… I’m starting to think we actually fucked up. Like fucked up real bad”

To be continued...

#rooster imagine #rooster x you #rooster x female reader #top gun imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #jake seresin imagine #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd imagine #rooster bradshaw fic

[jetiisyandereclones]

I don't know if request are open or not so I'll leave this as an ask so can/may you make another one of clone 99 with his s/o adopting a kid together if that's okay with you.

99 wandered through the halls of kamino. His step lacking his usual energy as he returned to his home.

It was confirmed. His mutations had left one last surprise blow.

He had always suspected. They had tried and tried and tried, with nothing to show for it. His love had suggested maybe it was her, that her family had a history of issues falling pregnant, but he knew it was him.

He wasnt mad. How could he be?

He'd lived with his mutations, his curse every day of his life. Accepted that despite the kaminoans best efforts he would never be the handsome, tall and strong Alpha clone he was designed to be. Like his older batch mates Alpha 17 and Fordo. He'd been bitter in his early days, resentful as his fellow Alpha clones went through training and became legendary soldiers while he was left behind, forgotten.

But he came to find his place, and enjoyed watching the spark, the fire and life in the eyes of his younger brothers as they proudly flaunted their well earned victories.

He wasnt mad, maybe it was for the best. Who knows what kind of issues he could pass on should he manage to get his Riduur pregnant.

99 shuddered, remembering the experimental treatments the kaminoans had inflicted on him in an attempt to salvage their property, force his body into fighting condition. 99 remembers his body twisting and rejecting the probes and medications and genetic alterations that had led to near constant pain his entire life.

And he couldnt do that. Not to his love and not to any baby they may have been able to have together.

He had felt better ever since his darling had come to him, all those years ago. So young and strong and beautiful, he had to wander why she was on a cleaning crew on kamino, and later on, why she would be interested in him.

But she was. She was more than interested. His Riduur had stuck by his side ever since he was shot during the invasion by Ventress and Grievous.

A soft smile made it's way he remembers how he woke up in the medbay, afraid he'd been hooked up to an examination probe again, but then he felt something in his hand.

Looking to his left, he saw his love there, waiting for him to wake up. Her beautiful eyes wide when he squeezed her hand.

It didnt escape his notice when the medic clones left, closing the door to his recovery room, giving them some privacy.

"Wh-what happened?" He had asked, groggy and confused.

"You were shot. Three times, 99." She said simply, her voice shaking.

The harsh, clinical lights of the hospital lit her hair up a bright vivid red. She was almost weeping as she took his hand in hers, pressing a gentle kiss to his palm.

99 felt sad at that. He never wanted to be the source of her pain.

"Please dont, uh. Please don't cry..." he stammered, his voice sore and weak.

His love just tilted her head, her eyes shiny as she pressed her cheek into his hand.

"Thank you." She had said.

"For what?" 99 asked. Still slightly dazed from the new sensations that came with her affection.

"For waking up. I dont know what your brothers would have done if you had died. What I would have done" she mumbled the last part out but he heard it clear as day.

Suddenly, she was everywhere. Her arms around his neck, his face in her hair and he felt a leg slung over his own.

99 had melted onto the hug, the crisp medical sheets crunching as he gingerly moved to pull her close.

99 felt something warm and soft against his neck and he almost died from shock when he realised it was his beloved, lovingly covering his neck in kisses before moving up past his jaw and to his lips.

His heart monitor actually started beeping faster, much to his embarrassment. But she just laughed. An almost hysterical sound, one that only came after having a huge worry lifted from your shoulders.

The lightness she felt brought her to 99, too caught up in her own happiness to consider maybe he didnt want her.

She stopped a hairs breadth away from him, so close yet not nearly close enough as her eyes flicked down to his lips, then back up again.

"Can I...?" She pleaded softly, her hand finding his and tangling their fingers together.

99 didnt answer. He had never been kissed before, or kissed anyone else but he didnt care.

He'd waited long enough for her.

99 crashed their lips together clumsily, his enthusiasm and sweetness more than making up for inexperience as he and his love sweetly sighed, breaking apart only to catch their breath before starting up again.

They made love for the first time that night, gently and slowly. 99 had never felt more right, more full and alive than when she was gently rocking beside him, holding him close.

His brothers had found them the next morning, coming into his room to see him and his beloved naked and entangled, not an inch of space between them, before swiftly turning and leaving.

They married a month later, making the pledge in the home they shared. He couldnt imagine not having her in his life, he needed her more than he needed air.

It didnt take long for them to decide they wanted a baby. Taking care of the nursery, of all the kids that had been rescued and taken in had left them with baby fever that both of them were all too happy to accept.

But as time went on and nothing came of it 99 had started to wander, was it him?

The older clone came to a stop, while in his thoughts he had walked clear across Kamino, all the way home.

He sighed, feeling disappointed and melancholy at the thought of his wife's disappointment, but he would not allow her to think the issue was her.

Walking into his home he saw her immediatly.

She was kicked back, feet hanging off the end of the couch as she watched a holo, snacks in reaching distance of her posotion, her hair a chaotic halo around her beautiful face as she turned to him.

Reaching out, she motioned to 99 to come join her on the couch, pulling him back against her and massaging his back when he sat down.

His love was all too aware of the pain he faces daily.

"Has it been bad today? You're all tense" she asked, kissing his cheek as he leaned back against her sighing.

"No worse than normal, my love. You make it better, as usual."

His beloved nuzzled into his shoulder, her arms snaking down his body, squeezing and kneading his soft, delicate skin.

99 sighed, leaning back and relaxing into his love.

"Were you missing me? Your so needy, Ahh..." he groaned as she huddled in next to him. Her warmth seeping into his aching bones as she pressed her body against his, her weight slightly on him comforting, like a living saftey blanket.

"I always miss you when you take off. Where have you been all day? I was worried when I couldn't find you."

"You looked for me?" 99 asked, still so starstruck despite the years that have gone by.

His love huffed.

"Of course I did."

99's beloved stared longingly at his lopsided face, taking in his features.

The premature age lines around his endlessly compassionate eyes, his crooked, droopy grin that she had always thought sweet.

If asked, she couldnt even describe his face, all she could say is he looked like her love.

He was absolutely perfect to her. She never saw his crooked back or limp. None of it.

She tilted her head up. Attacking the underside of his jaw with kisses and nips, humming when she felt him run his hands through her hair, holding her head firmly, but gently to him.

The familiarity and warmth of the gesture brought her to a foggy, mindless state that she could only describe as bliss.

99 wasnt much better, his head thrown back and groaning as his wife left a necklace of love bites around his neck. Her wandering hands caressing his tired, pained body. Rubbing and soothing the aches away.

99 wrapped his arms around her waist, turning them to their sides and slinging one of her legs up over his waist.

"Feeling a little excited are you?" His Riduur lightly teased. The new position implying and tempting.

"No, I'm sorry. I dont.... just... wanna be close to you is all...is, uh, is this okay?"

His love gave him that beautiful, reassuring smile.

She knew that he didnt have the most... drive. Out of all the clones.

Despite their usual slow and gentle pace, love making often left him exhausted and in pain. Despite her best efforts to alleviate it. It was simply a fact of life for him.

Their attempts at falling pregnant had taken its toll on him as well. So she was more than happy to have a cool down period.

And she did adore snuggling up to him, no expectations or need to satisfy. Just her and him, together and content.

"You know you never have to apologise to me. Especially for not wanting anything today. You've been so tired and sore lately... I was actually a little worried."

99 didnt move from her, choosing to keep his nose buried in her hair and his eyes closed. If this was gonna be his last moments with his wife, he wanted to remember how her hair smelt, how soft her body was against him and the soft ring of her voice.

Eventually, with her head still buried in 99's chest, his love asked again where he had been all day. 99 sighed, his self doubt coming back to him.

"I'm, uh. I'm not sure that's something to talk about like this." He didnt want to have to ruin the moment, bring it to an end. He wasnt ready.

His darling simply wrapped her legs around his waist tighter, running her fingers down his cheek adoringly.

"Tell me"

99's shoulders slumped, his head turning on shame as he looked anywhere but at her. As he ungracefully blurted everything out.

"I went to a medic. I, uh, I had a feeling why you havn't been able to... why I haven't been able to get you pregnant. Im sorry my love, it's me. I cant give you any children. I'm so sorry..."

99 looked to be on the verge of tears. This was something he and his wife had wanted desperately. He was afraid. He didn't want to see the disappointment, the SHAME on her face. Or worse, have to hear her tell him she's leaving for another man, one of his brothers even...

His worry was for nothing.

"Oh, 99. Please dont apologise. Theres nothing to be sorry for. Tell me, is it a danger to you? Anything to be worried about?"

99 still didnt look at her, burying his face in her chest.

"No, I'm fine. Or well, as fine as I usually am. I'm just, I cant, I'm, uh-"

"Infertile." His love provided helpfully, but not unkindly.

"Yeah. That."

99's love pulled him up from where he was hiding, in her hair, pressing her forehead against his.

"I know your sad, but please don't hide from me. I promise I'm not mad."

99 gazed at her, his teary eyes locked onto her own gentle ones.

"Your not, uh. You dont think I'm, I'm a disappointment, a failure?"

She got serious at this.

"Never. Not for one second. I want a baby. Its true. But I can't, WONT, do it without you. No matter how unworthy you think you are, your wrong."

99 looked at his wife in wonder and adoration, a tear falling down his cheek only to be kissed away by his loves soft lips.

"I love you, so much 99. We will be okay." She said confidently, snuggling down into her husbands soft chest.

99 nodded.

'Yeah. Yeah, they would be'

His love shifted a bit. She wasnt sure if this was the right time, but she had considered alternatives to having kids herself.

99 noticed her hesitancy.

"What is it? What's wrong?" He asked, almost panicked.

"Nothings wrong, 99, I just... maybe it's too soon, but, uh, I may have considered... another route, of having kids."

99 looked at her intently.

"Yeah? What did you have in mind?"

His love tilted her head, her ear pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Well, we cant have our own. But theres a nursery FULL of younglings who need an actual home and family..."

99 smiled at that.

"I couldn't agree more. Was, uh, was there anyone in particular you had in mind?"

His love lifted her head. Kissing him quickly but lovingly on the lips, pulling away, he saw her radiant smile was back.

"I may have a few younglings in mind"

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@professional-yearner

#yandere clones #yander clone family au #yandere 99 #yandere 99 x oc

[v-v-void]

Realized today that my "special Interest" is also the thing I started researching daily because it was the only thing I could do that didn't completely piss my abusive ex of. The only thing I could do on my phone that wouldn't start shit. I couldn't talk to anyone without it being an issue. Playing games on my phone felt like... idk it made the days drag on. It made living life feel more like running on a hamster wheel and that didnt help my situation but it was a way to pass the time without setting him off. Mind you everything i set it him off abruptly. I had lost any interest in books. I couldn't write. I got a really nice paint set, pastels, water colors and an easel because art class was the only class I'd go to and passed. I didn't even get a chance to use it because I brought it to his house so I had something to do while he played his x box. But anytime I talked about wanting to try it, he would either make fun of me or tell me I wasn't any good anyways so why would my mom even get it for me. Still to this day. I'm obsessed with the way oil pastels feel in my hand. How smooth it goes on a canvas. The way you can blend them together and everything looks soft. The way you can change your strokes and the texture changes. Even the way it looks when you drag a paper towel across it. Ugh. I suck at art but I love it. Painting too. But pastels will forever hold a spot in my heart. And I haven't touched any since before I got the art supplies back then. It's the only thing I wish I went back for or asked someone to grab for me. But it wasn't worth it.

With that being said. It didn't matter what I did. His moods were so.. unpredictable..

Any who. Astrology. That was my thing

Never felt much like a Leo. Still don't most of the time. But at least now I know why. Now I see more than just the basic sun sign and I can never get enough. Still to this day.

I'll just sit here and save post after post and compare it to stuff I've already learnt. And yet I go blank when anyone asks about it because I'm afraid to sound stupid. The odd time someone asks and pushed for me to share a little.. I will go off on a tangent, get embarrassed, feel like I don't make sense and then I'll wish I kept my mouth shut and pretended I didn't know anything. At least then I wouldn't sound stupid because now I don't male any sense.

Fucking hell this guy messed me up. I'm afraid people will think I'm stupid for believing in it. I'm afraid I'll sound stupid or people pretend to care. Or they ask about it and I say I know alot and yet.. when asked.. I shut down. So how tf will someone believe me.

Same goes for when people ask about what happened and what he did to me behind closed doors.. I got told I had ptsd and I felt like that was absurd because he hadn't hit me.. the damage is so clearly there. And yet I still feel like people don't believe me. It's awful to say but I wish he hit me. Bruises heal... not this though. This dude lives in my head rent free and makes sure I'm terrified and second guessing everything and everyone. It's rare for me to feel calm. To feel comfortable. Or confident. I'm afraid to try because I don't feel good enough. I don't know myself because he turned me into a husk of a person. He fed on the power he had over me and I've tried to deny it but he still does. And I hate myself for that. I feel weak. And scared.. and just.. so fucking angry. How tf did I let someone who treated me the way he did, cause me to fuck up my education. And now I'm lost and stuck and I feel unsafe with everyone and don't know how to let anyone be here.. but I'm so tired and I just want to feel safe with someone again. Tf is wring with ne

[simp4thedemonbros]

Bickering

Request: Hello! I have a request! What about a kind and loud mc getting mad at the brothers and absolutely dissing them? Like"I know you ain't talking shit about me with that fucking haircut" type beat. I think it would be funny 😭 have a nice day!

I am so sorry but I struggle so much with writing sass and stuff of that nature so I ended up only writing for Satan. I hope that's okay I didnt want to leave this request any longer!!

Maybe ill revisit this when I'm more confident in my writing, I'm not v proud of this one.

Pairing: Satan x gn!MC

Word count: 681

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Is the House of Lamentation ever quiet and calm?

 Much to Lucifer’s annoyance, no it is not. Especially since you had moved in. It’s never hard to find you in the house. There is always some degree of chaos following you around at any given moment… or rather, you are always causing some sort of chaos at any given moment, not that the brothers really mind most of the time, you are their favourite human after all. “Cinnamon roll”, “sweetheart”, “darling” are just some of the words they always use to describe you and your kind and generous nature. But maybe today you’d gone a bit too far in your chaotic ways. 

Studying with Satan definitely wasn’t out of the norm for you, and for the avatar of wrath he put up with your shit fairly well, but today you had caught him on a bad day.  Lucifer was being particularly agitating towards him with multiple questions and jabs pointedly aimed towards him, and by the time it had gotten to your study date in the library Satan was seething. 

Were you trying to lighten the mood? Annoy him further? Who could say besides yourself. Every time he spoke he was met with some sort of lame joke from you. You were not taking the material seriously and all in all just acting like a general nuisance. It was as if Lucifer had put you up to this, and the thought only made him more and more angry, but the last thing he would want to do would be to hurt you or scare you, the best option was to ignore you and work in silence. But of course you only began to ignore your work completely to ask if he was ok.

“Get back to work.” Satan spoke with much more venom than he would usually direct at you and no matter how thick skinned you usually are it stung coming from him, but you’d be damned if you showed that to him.

“Yeah yeah… whatever.” You spoke nonchalantly, and lowered your head back into your book. Hiding the fact that you were hurt as best as you could.

Unusual silence fell between you both. Usually when you would study with Satan, even if it was in rare silence,  you’d ‘sneak’ glances at him. ‘Sneak’ meaning you would very obviously admire him and he could absolutely tell, but he would never make that obvious to you. So why aren’t you doing that right now? And of course, he tells himself he couldn’t care less but the more time that goes on in utter silence, with no eye contact, the more antsy he gets, and suddenly he would do anything to go back in time to an hour ago when you were being the loveable pest he loved so much (simp).

“Hey… MC?” his voice was much softer now.

“Yeah?” You kept writing. You didn’t even look up.

“This part of the reading focuses a lot on weaknesses… What’s your biggest weakness?” Was he hoping you’d open up to him after all that? Or say something soft and romantic?

You stopped writing in disbelief that this was the first thing he would say to you after the silence that had consumed you both. “What is this, a job interview?” 

“MC.” There was a hint of a smile on his lips now, you were mad at him but at least you were trying to joke with him to.

“I can be uncooperative.” You answered sharply before starting to look over your notes far more intently than you ever had before.

“Oh? Could you give me an example?” He was trying so hard to re-start a conversation with you.

“Absolutely not.” 

Granted he definitely should have seen that coming, but it didn't stop a sign from escaping his lips.

“Now you better not be sighing after you're the one who started this whole silent treatment Mr. Daddy Issues.” 

One second. That’s all it took for your brain to catch up with your mouth. You looked up sheepishly. You could see the rage in his eyes. You didn't even pick up your supplies, you just bolted out of the room yelling for the other brothers to save your ass from certain doom. 

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #obey me satan x reader #satan x mc #gn! mc #obey me satan x mc #satan x reader

[thefairygodmonster]

More Pokemon thoughts but for Oran! Oran is a big southern fella from Floccesy, Unova where he was born and raised. He didnt stay in one place though and was often travelin around Unova at a young age. While Oran excelled at pokemon battle, he didnt always show as much interest in it as his passion was food and cooking. Oran would go on to make that his primary career becoming a well renowned chef. He received classical training for chef at school and always had a spot for home cooking which would become the theme of the restaurant he opened. 

Oran’s other soft spot is for his pokemon. He really disliked feeding them basic pellets and chow but knew that they needed certain dietary needs. Thus he made it a goal throughout his learning to find ways to make tasty meals for pokemon that looked as appetizing as the things people got to eat, while still making sure they were good for the pokemon. 

Like Fay, Oran has a bit of a secondary hobby/passion outside his main line of work. Pokemon contests. The big chef has a huge weakness for cute pokemon and cute things in general and he cant help himself when it comes to dressing them up, teaching them to look their best in battle, and of course, showing off. Oran takes great pride in his babies and loves entering them in contests whenever he can. Oran has raised a few champions but his most well known is his little Daschbun.

#oran #oranhammes pokemon counterpart #pokemon #he also gets very dressed up for contests #oran has a bit of a temper too #especially when someone gets his lil babies dirty or hurts them

[jaydenforest]

Decided to just post my newest CrossDrift fanfic here since it took alot of time to write-- Btw sorry if my writing Style is complete Sh¡t this is my first time writing 19 fanfic chapters--- 😂😭

I uh- hope you enjoy tho and maybe leave a few fanfic ideas--💅

Now onto the Cringe---

Love Hurts... 

 

Third view PoV.: 

 

Drift sat crosslegged under the Yeager Tree like he usualy would every Morning to follow his Meditation routine, but for a few Week now he wasnt able to sort out his thoughts... It became such a huge mess over the last few Weeks ever since Crosshairs brought 'his Sparkmate' home... 

Something just didnt sit right with Drift the moment he met this Femme. She just seemend so full of herself, even tho she doesnt lift a single digit to help them with litteraly ANYTHING. She wanted to be treated like Royalty and wouldnt care about anyone elses feelings... especialy Crosshairs'...

This started to really piss Drift off for some reason he himself coudlnt really explain why. But the amount of disrespect this femme shows towards litteraly everyone was just downright Disgusting. As if all others were meant to serve her at any moment she desires, but the worst thing for Drift was is how she treats Crosshairs. 

Drift never saw Crosshairs so exhausted and mentaly tired.. he wouldnt even do anything for himself anymore! And it hurt Drifts spark because he knew that that Femme was only playing with his Spark for her own sick twisted Entertainment. Oh how he hated her.

Drift could hear her scream at him. She was insulting him for Whatever reason for the 5th time today. It made Drifts spark burn knowing that Crosshairs would try anything to meet her Expectations only to get chewed out for the smallest things... The last time Drift saw Crosshairs after they were done fighting Cross' face just broke something inside Drift only fueling his burning rage for this Blasted Femme. He looked so.. hurt... he knew that Crosshairs would usually brush off a few insults thrown his way but he never saw him like this... Even tho Drift tried to cheer him up many times Crosshairs would just give a weak smile brushing him off pretending nothing happend.

Drift tried telling Crosshairs many times that she is only harming him and not doing him any good to no avail. It only broke his own Spark Day after Day seeing his Friend get tormented by someone who doesnt even deserve someone like Crosshairs... His Crosshairs..!

But he wasnt his, and Drift knew that he never will be... 

Drift recalled with a soft empty chuckle all the times Crosshairs would come to him for advice to make it up to 'Her'. Even tho SHE should have been the one Apologizing to Crosshairs for breaking his Spark again and again with no kind of Sympathy for his feelings.

But Crosshairs simply woudlnt listen...

'Don' worry mate! She just is like that!' 

Or... 

'Well i suppose ah was the Afthole in that Situation so...' 

Drift just couldnt anymore. He knew that he would get his own Spark broken if he continued to get between them but his feelings keep telling him that he cant let Crosshairs go... Not to 'Her'. 

Drift let out another deep sigh holding his Helm with one servo feeling torn and frustrated still hearing 'Her' shrill screams and insults regarding Crosshairs and his Past. A Dirty move really. 

Drift's opticbrows furrowed when he suddenly heard her screams come closer now being able to Understand what their Argument was about. 

'Oh so thats how it is HUH?! You are just going to leave again and crawl back into the Dirty hole that you came from? What a Shame! I feel bad for myself really i do! I cant even have someone up to MY Standards! And i thought you were Different 'Crossy'... but seems like you are just like the Scrap under my Pedes. GOOD FOR NOTHING. Why cant you just do me this one small favor HUH?! I dont want nothing to do with this War!' 

Drift stayed silent. He clenched his servos into thight fists, he was fighting the urge not to get up and Kill 'Her'. Yet it took every last bit of Selfcontrol to keep his mouth shut, he still decided to listen to whatever Crosshairs was goingto say having a bit of Hope left in his Spark wanting him to finally understand that 'She' isnt the one... 

'...I can't give ya watcha ya want and you bloody know this. This isnt just a 'Small Favor' ya know.. this is a Living Creature we are talking about. And ah sure as hell aint gonna bring a Sparkling into this Bloody War just because YOU dont wanna lift a single digit to help us Fight.' 

Drift froze. His Spark clenched hard. She was demanding what now...? A Sparkling..? Just because she doesnt want to fight in this War..? How cruel is this Femme..? Drift could already imagine how she would treat her own offspring, flinching at the thought of her yelling at a small newborn Sparkling... He was glad however that Crosshairs seemend to share his thought process.

Well... for now... 

'Ya probably wouldnt even care for it would 'cha..? I mean, ya already treat meh like Scrap an' ah dont wanna see a Sparkling get pulled into this aswell ya know. Just because ya are too lazy to get yo Bloody scrap togetha!' 

Crosshairs was right. She would get bored of it the moment it would cause 'problems'... demanding Crosshairs or anyone else to take care of 'her' Sparkling. It made Drift sick to the core even thinking of HER as a 'Carrier' and how poorly she would treat her own Child. 

'Oh I dont have my Scrap together?! Look at yourself Moron! What kind of low life Bot would live in a DUMP like THIS!? Oh wait!~ That must be You!~ Also i could litteraly get ANYONE else to do me this Favor!~ You were just ONE of the many Options. You are so Stupid Crosshairs! Following me like a lost Puppy its absolutly hillarious how pathetic you are!' 

Drift saw how Crosshairs flinched trying to keep the Emotions off his face but deep down he knew just how much she already broke him. He then finally had enough his Rage about to break out. He stood up and made his way over his optics flickering dangerously stepping in between Her and Crosshairs glaring at her. 

She only scoffed looking up at Drift as if he were lower then Dirt missing the dangerous flicker in his Optics.

'Drift you can probably agree with me more than anyone else here, since you were a Dirty Decepticon once let me ask you something!: Sparklings are Replacable dont you think?~ I mean, i can just get another if the first one dies or Whatever!' 

Drift simply watched her laugh at her own 'Statement'. He knew that she was indeed serious, this Femme would go every way possible to not lift a digit EVER wich is why Everyone even her own Offspring mean nothing to her. She really beliefs that this World goes her Way. She probably never even lost someone to the War, she doesnt even know what it feels like to lose something as precious as a Sparkling. And yet here she was bragging on and on that they are simply 'Replaceable'. 

Drift was about to show her who was simply 'Replaceable' if it werent for Crosshairs suddenly holding him back. Drift felt his venting stutter the moment Crosshairs started to put his arms around him, he of course knew that it was only to hold him off from doing something he wont regret later but... It made him relax and calm down the Slightest bit. But it wasnt enough to stop him from stating his own thoughts in a Cold harsh way. 

'I dont Understand what the others especially Crosshairs see in you Femme.' Drift felt Crosshairs' grip thighten the Slightest bit from his tone alone, but he wasnt going to Stop now. 

'You treat Everyone like they are Nothing, as if you are a 'Higher Being' standing over them, judging over their ways of Life or their decisions. Yet you never had to do anything in your Pathetic Existence. You are used to being treated like 'Royalty' even tho you are just a Basic Street Rat that noone would touch if you were the last piece of broken scrap on Cybertron.' 

She seemend stunned by Drifts sudden outlash against her but Drift had had enough. 'I dont know how many People you had to frag so you could have your Way from early on, but You are so used by this Point that i'm Suprised that you dont have a litter of Sparklings run around your dirty Pedes. Not that you would make a good Carrier, but because you are so careless with the life of others that you couldnt give less of a Scrap for anyone elses Feelings. I wonder how such a low life Pleasure Bot survived in the War for this Long.

She was taken a back by Drift's sudden outlash against her, yet her frown quickly started to twist back into a smirk.

'Wow Bravo. Why are YOU of all Bots being so Protective over Crosshairs tho? Do you like him or Something?~' Drift froze. He could hear his own Spark stop for a mili second only to see her Smirk widen. 'Oh~ Seems like i struck a nerve huh?~' 

Drift simply watched her laugh, waiting for whatever Crosshairs was going to say or do thinking of the Worst possible outcome the Moment Cross started to pull away. Drift turned to meet his Optics having nothing to hide anymore, even if he gets his Spark broken now atleast he wont have to fear it anymore. 

'She is correct Crosshairs. I do enjoy your presence more then i probably should.. but i cant just let her Walk all over your feelings Day after Day when i know that i could treat you better than this... I understand that we are just Friends. But i atleast want you to have someone that treats you like an equal and not like a Tool. She already stated her way of thinking towards everything around her, towards You. She doesnt... she doesnt Love you Crosshairs.. she loves the fact that she can walk all over You..'

Drift didnt even realize that he started to shake, looking more towards the Ground then up at Crosshairs feeling ashamend of his own feelings that he kept hidden for so long. That he swore to never tell a single Soul about. And yet.. here he is.

Crosshairs just looked at him stunnend but he wasnt saying Anything wich made Drift only more and more Anxious while he could still hear her mocking words in the Background of being 'Unlovable'. 

'Drift are ya Serious with meh right now? Ah dont think ah'm up 'fer more Jokes right now...' Drift slowly turned his gaze upwards again meeting Cross' optics seeing how filled with sadness they are, only waiting to be hurt again. Drift took in a shaky vent his fists still trembeling from Anger, Sadness and Anxiety. 

'I am Serious Crosshairs. I dont know how Someone could joke about something like this, well except for Her. But ive felt this way for Years.. i know that i'm not good enough, that i never can make you truly happy, but seeing how this Femme treats you just makes my Energon boil... I- I just want her gone. She just- doesnt deserve you!...' 

Drift could still hear her Arrogant bragging and insults towards him now but he just couldnt let her Continue to hurt his Friend. Drift was expecting litteraly anything to be thrown his way, Insults, Shameful words, Anything! But... instead Crosshairs just hugged him. Crosshairs had a thight hold on Drift's frame not allowing him to Move, yet Drift didnt mind, he could feel Crosshairs' servos shake like his own.

'Drift... Ah don' know if ah can immediatly start a new Relationship, but ah trust ya... More than Anyone else in this Blasted world. Ya were always there when ah was at mah lowest, and ahm sorry that i didn' listen to ya earlier, Heh.. turns out i was used yet again ey...? Ah should be used to it by now but Ah truly believed tha' Someone else could finally Love Someone like me.' Drift started to hug him back afraid that any moment he would pull away again but he didnt, instead Cross smiled weakly at him. 

'Wha- What the hell is this supposed to be Huh?! Crosshairs get the frag away from this bloody Bastard! I'm your Sparkmate not this filthy piece of Trash!' 

Crosshairs growled sending a shivver down Drift's spine when he suddenly pulled away a bit, for a moment Drift was afraid but then he did something that he didnt see coming. Crosshairs cupped his scarred cheek in the most gentle way possible giving him a soft Smile before pulling him closer, their Lips meeting graceful in the Middle. Drift felt his Spark explode with Emotions hoping that this wasnt some kind of Dream, stunnend for a few seconds before kissing him back putting his own servo over the one holding his Cheek. 

Drift knew that Crosshairs would have to take his time before they get Serious, but he was glad that he finally understood that She wasnt the One for him. And the longer they stayed in Eachothers arms he hoped that he can treat Crosshairs the way he deserves, and make him Happy, to get him to Smile again and become his old Crazy self. 

 

Love hurts but for Crosshairs, Drift would take any kind of Pain...

Even deal with a Salty Ex...~ 

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ive thought abt it ive meditated on it and i do like x significantly more than i thought i would

my first impressions led me to believe it was going to be an """elevated horror""" take on a bog standard slasher, with the adult film angle mainly being used as a gimmick to shock and tantalize while paying some lip service to the (s)exploitation history of the subgenre. from the trailer alone you could see it was heavily referencing slashers past (mainly texas chainsaw) but it was hard to get a sense of the movies identity outside of that. with how obsessed the genre (and all genres really) currently is with stealing the moves and iconography of more recognizable and nostalgic IPs, paired with the fucking lightning quick release of a prequel, i kinda wrote x off as a sales strategy dressed up like a movie. and idk i still stand by like parts of that. ive heard that pearl is the wildly superior movie (planning to watch that next) so it makes me wonder if x was just like a means to drum up interest in a movie that otherwise wouldnt have been as marketable. if that is at all the case, i have to give it up to the creators because that is such a bold and honestly kind of hilarious strat and funniest of all it seems to have totally worked. this is all still speculation of course.

but x on its own is a pretty strong movie. idk if its an especially good horror movie, but it is a good movie, and i feel like that sorta takes precedent. the characters were all well-defined and interesting. there was a good mix of likable folks that made you want to see them survive and assholes with satisfying deaths- the two prime forms of slasher victim imo. most importantly in my opinion, the story engaged honestly and meaningfully the subjects of sex and sex work. the way the genre typically treats sexuality has historically been... less than progressive, and though its still ultimately a story about sex workers being killed by repressed octogenarians, which is gonna be what it is no matter what, i felt pleasantly surprised by the treatment of the characters and the subject matter.

it doesnt feel like an arbitrary gimmick either. more i think the conflict between the elderly antagonists and their lodgers represents the conflict between the free love and sex positive movements of the 60s and 70s and the rise of christian conservative moralism in response to it, ominously foreshadowing its crest only a few short years after the events of the movie during the hiv/aids crisis.

i interpreted the movies thesis as this idea that hostility towards sexuality particularly between generations stems from this repression and agonized frustration at the loss of sex, beauty, youth. the movie draws all these interesting visual and narrative parallels between the two conflicting parties, particularly between maxine and pearl, which is obviously heightened by the fact that mia goth plays both characters in either movie respectively, which seem to suggest that pearl is a version of maxine who never got to live her superstar dreams, who is deeply burdened by regret and the passage of time and takes it out on those she sees as flaunting their privileges. its a phenomenon we still see in real time today: "why does this sheltered, soft younger generation get to have it so easy, when i had it so hard." clumsy as the execution felt in some places, the core premise is strong.

the places where x doesnt work for me or mostly in its desperation to make moments feel scarier than they are with ominous sound design and erratic editing. it doesnt not work, i guess, but the result feels undeserved. the actual horror part of this horror movie is its weakness. its the first time i can remember where i was engaged up until the middle of the latter half where the killing actually takes off. it just didnt do it for me, and the way the elderly couples bodies and sexuality were exploited to try and provoke horror and disgust felt especially like it was just trying too hard. i cant deny those scenes were uncomfortable, but not for the reasons the filmmakers seemed to think, and never to the point of fear or dread.

my favorite parts of x were the moments that explored the relationships between the young movie makers. i honestly feel like that in and of itself couldve been the whole movie and i wouldve been just as happy. bobby-lynne i think was a delightful, undersold character, with her marilyn monroe looks and quiet, profound emotional intelligence, as well as the unflinching pride in her career of choice. jackson i wish couldve been a focus more, if only because i feel like media is so afraid to talk about male sex workers and especially the way that role intersects with race. the film their making itself is predicated on a really loaded racialized dynamic and i know focusing more on that would probably totally take focus off the main story but its still really interesting and it feels strange just sort of letting that hang in the air.

the subplot regarding rj and lorraine is incredibly interesting and frustrating to me. x just fucking nails it with this one. lorraines sudden desire to join the movie felt a little forced to me but im overlooking that because it gives way to this sharp, incisive character moment, revealing that rj, for all he likes to talk about porn being art, looks down on its participants. his supposed sex positivity only holds out as long as he can retain a clear mental distinction between the good girls (chaste, but not too prudish, of course) and the dirty sluts. its just such a succinct and accurate roast of the divide between person who benefits/profits from sex work vs the actual worker, and how thats informed by sexism, racism, classism. rj and wayne die horribly again challenge <3

anyway thats all i have to say for now i think. there were hits, there were misses, but i do think i absolutely get the hype now, even if i dont necessarily agree with it in absolutely every aspect. mia goth put in an amazing performance, obviously, as did the rest of the cast imho, and im very excited for pearl.

#[posts without proofreading] lol 🤪 #x (2022) #horror