#i was really pissed off yesterday and I needed somebody to take it out on

[mybrainislostinagalaxyfarfaraway]

Pissed off female reader x Crosshair using sex to help her feel better.

Warnings: Crosshair may be a little bit oc, smut, dirt, minors dni, nsfw, this is completely self indulgent and maybe a little crackish, don't take it too seriously, Crosshair and reader has a Queen kink.

"Feeling better?" Crosshair asked after the two of you had been brought to climax for a third time.

"No." You bit out, glaring past him; your anger still simmering hot; flowing like the lava rivers of Mustafar underneath your skin. In fact you were still so livid that even he could feel the heat of it wherever he touched you.

Such fire in your eyes; so wild, so untameable.

It was Beautiful.

And it only seemed to stoke his own; his member throbbing and pulsing eagerly inside you.

"Still angry hm?"

"Let's see what more we can do to calm it." Crosshair said, cupping his hands under your hips; raising them up so that he could reach further and thrust deeper inside you.

He had no idea what had made you so angry, but if it was something he'd done; he already knew you wouldn't be giving him the time of day, let alone being entangled with him like this if that were the case.

'Feels so Damned GOOD.' Crosshair mentally growled as you met his deep, firm thrusts with every lift and rise of your hips; meeting him blow for blow, your warm, slick walls squeezing him so wonderfully it sent sparks shooting through his veins, pleasure going off in his brain like fireworks.

Crosshair let out a choked off noise when the head of his member brushed against a particularly soft, slick part of you that had him clenched his teeth and biting his lip.

"Ahh, y'know; whatever it is-ugh! That's got you so worked up-Mm! I hope it doesn't dissipate too soon! NNH-H!"

"Why? I Hate feeling this way..." You said with a sullen frown on your lips, but your eyes still as hard and as dark with fury as ever.

"Because. You're GLORIOUS."

"I have never seen anyone even half as Beautiful as you." His hands worshipped your hips.

"Especially when you are like This." Crosshair said, his voice soft, full of reverence, his gaze almost tender as he stroked one side of your face, a delighted little half smirk playing at the side of his lips as he noticed your cheeks flush even further; knowing it wasn't just anger, but embarrassment as well.

You scowled up at him.

He always did like flustering you.

Then you surprised him by springing up from the bench he currently had you laid upon, your hands grasping the back of his head and pulling him into a hard kiss.

Crosshair's eyes widened for only half a millisecond before his own hands came up, buried themselves within your hair, his fingers clenching tightly as he kissed you back just as hard, his tongue forcing his way past your lips just as yours burst out to meet it.

You were both all pressed and nipping teeth, swollen lips, twisting, writhing tongues and steamy breaths.

After a while of deep kissing; you finally let each other go in a burst of hot air, your shared laboured breaths, fanning each other's face.

You were pleasantly surprised to find that his breath smelled oddly sweet and you were absolutely going Feral for it.

You grasped his chin between your thumb and forefinger, encouraging him to let his tongue lol out of his mouth a little. Then without breaking eye contact; you licked and sucked on his tongue, moaning in aroused appreciation, observing how his pupils blew wide, his cock twitching enthusiastically inside of you at your shamelessly wanton display.

"What was that about?" He asked, his voice raspier than ever.

"You ask as if you didn't enjoy it." You said smugly; knowing full well that he did.

"An unnecessary statement." He droned with a roll of his eyes; his body showing very clear signs of having enjoyed it immensely, if his flushed skin and laboured breathing were any indication.

Your triumphant chuckle came out rich and dark; only pushing him further over the edge into near delirious lust.

If it had come from anyone else; Crosshair wouldn't have let it stand, but coming from you? It aroused him to no end.

"What do you want?" He panted; unwilling to admit outright that in that moment, he would obey any order you'd give him, no matter what it was.

"I want you to make me feel something far better than my current, otherwise unyielding rage." You said mildly; as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

"I want you, to make me feel such pure and perfect euphoria; that I forget everything but the fire of pleasure you have burning between my legs." You ordered in purred tones, your legs wrapping and squeezing tighter around his waist for emphasis.

"Is that understood soldier?"

"Ha ha; as My Lady wishes." Crosshair acknowledged, his tone and expression even more delightedly smug than ever before. You rolled your eyes begrudgingly, letting it slide this time; looping your arms around his shoulders and back.

You gasped through your nose, pressing him even tighter to you when you both began to move once more; bouncing on his lap while he thrust up into your tight, wet, heat.

Crosshair panted in time with every thrust; each small noise, gasp and thick swallow, fluttered into your ears, sending your arousal soaring even higher. And it was written all over his face that you were having the same effect on him. His eyes dark and staring, watching, every bit as hungry to drink in your every reaction as you were to drink in his.

He looked so desperate, so wild - practically Feral. You Loved it.

You Loved having the knowledge that only you could do this to him and only you were allowed to see this man fall apart and it was all for you.

All because of You.

"Ahhh~So! How do you feel now?!" He ground out; knowing he was rapidly approaching his own end and was going to be bursting inside you again very soon.

"Mmmf~ Shut up and give me MORE." You ordered; finally feeling tantalizingly close to your peak again as well.

"Yes, my Queen." Crosshair replied; his devious chuckle cut short by a moan he'd let out as you slammed your hips down harder on his cock, your inner walls dancing sensually around him.

Crosshair let out another low, rasped cry; sweat beading his face as you jutted out your chin in deviance up at him.

It served him right.

He knew what being called that did to you. And you knew just how to get back at him. Smug Bastard.

You let out an involuntary gasp as Crosshair suddenly shifted your weight until you lay beneath him; he leaned his body over you, shoving himself hard and fast inside you with quick, short thrusts.

"You are The ONLY woman for me Y/n." He panted in your ear; his usual, raspy voice full of so much conviction and such devotion it surprised you and hearing those words spoken so fervently, sent a shockwave straight to the swollen bundle of nerves at the hood of your pussy.

You clung to him; letting out a strangled moan and a tell tale gasped breath.

"Crosshair- Crosshair!" You gasped breathlessly, feeling a sudden helpless wave of panic rush through you at the same time your intense orgasm washed over you.

"It's alright. Ahh~! I've got you." He reassured you, holding you tightly against him. The edge of your panic immediately began to fade away as you relaxed into him, letting the waves of your climax take you as the two of you rocked through them together.

"That's it. Let go." He said soothingly.

"Release it all onto me." Crosshair purred, his gravely voice sounding all the more muted in your thundering ears as you vaguely felt him grow stiff in your arms; pumping you full of his seed until it began to overflow and spill out of you a little. Crosshair letting out small gasps moans as you continued to come hard around him, tears slipping from beneath your fluttering eyelids.

"Beautiful." Crosshair breathed as he watched the after effects of your fading climax to his heart's content; looking as much like a satisfied Loth cat that had just got the cream as much as Crosshair ever could.

All you could do was lay there and pant while he stayed perched above you, still buried inside of you, watching you.

When you finally came back to your senses and started trying to push him off of you with a slightly irritated groan, was when he asked you again;

"How do you feel?"

"Hot. Mostly spent." You said, but you were still showing signs of annoyance and ire; so, with a dramatized sigh; Crosshair pulled out of you, sinking down to his knees and parting your thighs as he descended.

"Crosshair, what are you-?!"

"There's no need to be modest now my Queen." He tutted, prying your thighs apart further.

"We both know your 'fire' has barely been quenched." He stated with an almost excited glint in his eye.

"But-!" You tried to argue; to let him know that it was enough for now, but Crosshair wasn't having any of it ..

"Just Relax."

"I'll take care of it." He promised as his head lowered between your legs.

"Crosshair!? Ah!" You squeaked out one last futile protest before melting into his touch. As soon as his lips and tongue brushed against you, your fingers slipped into the short, soft, gray fuzz growing on his head and clung on for dear life as your other hand stroked the back of his neck in a more 'grounding' than affectionate way -or so you told yourself- but both he and you knew better, if the pleased and amused sound he'd made was any indication.

'Hmph. Smug Bastard.'

~Fin~

#Crosshair x Pissed off female reader #smut #dirt #star wars #tbb crosshair #you're really pissed and Crosshair is there to help #this was purely self indulgent #a venting fic #please don't take this seriously #this is my first time writing Crosshair #and it's probably trash #i was really pissed off yesterday and I needed somebody to take it out on #apparently Crosshair fit that bill #that's all #don't read too much into it #don't read this #it's garbage #cough #Crosshair has a Queen kink #cough cough #i'm sorry #this is cringe #bye

[sorbetisfruity]

Part twooooo to my Crowely fic!!

Oh Crowley, why can’t you get your lazy crow ass up and find us a way home?:(((

Also I’m sorry for such a late post!! I fucked up my ankle and had to be in the hospital for a lil bit!

Part 1 Part two

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You awoke to frantic yelling. The person (people??? It sounded like more than one at this point…) sounded worried and scared.

“What did you do to them?! Why did we find them PASSED OUT on your office floor Dire Crowley?!” A voice screeched out.

Oh yeah, that’s what happened.

You went off on the headmaster of the school you were forced into. The school you were forced into because you were sent here on accident and that stupid mirror can’t send you back.

And that said headmaster hasn’t been looking for a way home for you.

Now, you have zero hope of going home.

And your body hurts.

Your body hurts a lot.

It feels like there’s a cauldron on your chest. It’s heavy. You can barely breath.

Your head feels as if Crowley hit you in the head with his cane a dozen times. You can’t tell if you’re about to throw up or pass out all over again..

“I didn’t do anything! They came in, and passed out on my floor.” Crowley defended himself, completely leaving out the whole “yelling and crying” part.

“It sounded like it was way more than that.” Someone chimed in, sounding tired and pissed off.

…was that Leona??

“It was more than that..” you croaked out, opening your eyes and trying to sit up. “Way more than that..actually..”

“PREFECT!!” A series of voices shouted. You could vaguely make out their blurry figures as they ran over to you.

“Prefect, are you alright?!” Deuce yelped as he was pushed to the side almost immediately by Floyd.

“Shrimpy!! We came as soon as we heardddd!! What happened? Do I need to squeeze somebody?” He said, winking as he pointed at Crowley.

You smiled weakly, admiring his efforts to make you feel better.

Your arms nearly gave out as you tried to sit up, you felt a hand land on your back to steady you.

“Take it easy. We don’t want you getting more hurt than you already are, Prefect.”

You looked to your other side, seeing Riddle in all of his glory.

God, was everyone here??

You looked around, seeing that, yeah, everyone really came to see you.

From Leona and Ruggie, to Malleus and Lilia.

You didn’t realize they cared so much about you..

God damnit.

This makes everything so much harder.

How were you supposed to go back home knowing these guys care about you?

“Hey Herbivore, you never answered us. What happened back there?” Leona spoke, sitting down on the edge of your bed and breaking your trance.

Were you in the nurses office???

“Oh..uhm..well..I went into Crowleys office to ask him if he finally found me a way home..” you said, seeing everyone’s expressions drop as you spoke.

Gazing at everybody, you realized their once concerned expressions now looked distraught and upset.

Especially Malleus’s. Who made eye contact with you before looking at the ground, not daring to look you in the eyes.

“As most of you know, we helped Vil with his overblot yesterday..”

“And I got hurt, everybody got hurt! I almost got poisoned, I am burnt and beaten, I LIMPED to Crowleys office. I didn’t walk, I limped because my leg hurts so fucking badly.”

You could see Vil flinch out of the corner of your eye, making you look down at the bed guiltily.

Everyone looked so sad. You’re making everyone sad.

God you feel awful..

“Listen, I’m only a student, okay? A magicless one at that. I don’t have any magic to fight like you guys do. I’m practically useless in fights and magic related classes!! Do you know how hard it is to tackle these overblots when you’re magicless? I have to rely on my strength to get through these fucking things. And when they’ve been happening back-to-back for WEEKS now?? It’s hard to heal. Mentally and physically.”

“And, I love you guys so much, I promise you. I don’t regret meeting or befriending any of you. I could never regret meeting or befriending any of you. Don’t get me wrong, you guys can get annoying!” You said, looking at Ace and Grim, who gave you an offended look.

“But I love you guys a lot. I couldn’t be happier to have friends like you all.”

After your little heart-to-heart speech, they seemed a lot happier.

Lilia came over to cling to you, grabbing your left arm as Grim jumped into your lap, nuzzling you lovingly.

Leona laid down at your feet, curled up. It almost seemed as if he was going to take a nap..

Malleus came over to your left side as well, joining Lilia as he held your hand.

Azul rubbed your back comfortingly as Kalim grabbed your other hand, an uncharacteristic frown on his face.

“But guys, I’m so tired. I’m in so much pain 24/7. I can barely get any sleep because I’m in constant agony.” You complained, frowning as you looked at your legs.

There were little colorful bandages placed on all of your cuts now. But the bruises littered around still remained. They popped out to you more than the neon bandages now.

“I miss home. I miss homecooked meals and my parents! I miss my old, warm bedroom and my bed! My bed at Ramshackle feels like I’m sleeping on concrete. The meals I cook don’t taste the same anymore. Hell I can barely afford food for both me and Grim because Crowley doesn’t give us enough money. There’s been so many nights where I’ve went to bed hungry because I didn’t want Grim to.”

You could feel everyone stare at you as you talked, making you feel embarrassed.

You’re really letting everyone know everything. All the bullshit you’ve went through since you got here.

“And it’s not like I can get a job anywhere around here because no one’s hiring! And I’ve already tried everywhere here. I’ve begged and pleaded with every shop owner here, but no one will hire me because they “don’t need any help” or “already have too much staff”! But I know the real reason is because I’m magicless. I can’t do anything if I don’t have magic!!” You squeezed Malleus’s and Kalims hands as you talked, gritting your teeth as you teared up.

“I’m just…I’m so sick of it guys. I love you all so much but..ever since I got here it’s been problems and battles and various accidents left and right. I’m exhausted. I’m homesick. I’m so burnt out!! Hell, I have no idea how I’m able to keep my grades up when most of these classes involve magic. I think the teachers just take it easy on me..” you trailed off, picking at a neon blue bandaid on your leg.

“I’m so sorry for causing all of this trouble. I never meant for any of this bullshit to happen, I..” you winced as you pulled a little too hard on the bandaid you were picking at.

“…I just wanted to see if he had found me a way home yet..”

The room was flooded with silence once you stopped talking.

No one knew what to say. And, really, what could they say?

Some understood how you felt. Others had no idea, as they have never experienced this before.

However, there was one emotion everyone in that room shared.

Sadness.

They could feel the sadness wash over them like waves as you talked about home and how you miss it.

Malleus’s hand squeezed yours consolingly, making you look up at everyone.

“..Prefect.”

You turned your head towards the voice.

It was Vil.

He never called you prefect. It was always Potato, or Spudling, or Kartoffel!

And Kartoffel is just potato in German..

“I am sorry you are in so much pain. And I am sorry I have caused you so much suffering. If you’d like, I’m quite sure there is some sort of healing potion I can brew for you. That way you are in as little agony possible.” Vil took your hand from Kalim, holding it gently as to not hurt you more than he already has.

This was out of character for Vil. You never saw a soft side of him during the VDC.

But you can’t say you didn’t like it. It has been a while since you’ve been nurtured and taken care of.

Hell that hasn’t happened since..

Since you were at home. With your mother.

“And me and Jamil can cook some food for you!!! A good meal will heal you up!” Kalim said excitedly, leaning against the bed to get closer to you as he talked.

“And you are always welcome at the Mostro Lounge if you ever need some time to relax and take a breather, Prefect.” Azul spoke, still rubbing your back comfortingly.

“As you know, you’re always welcome at Heartslabyul. If you ever want to play some crochet or cards, or simply just want to relax? We’re here.” Riddle spoke, gesturing to Ace, Deuce, Cater, and Trey.

“And if your bed ain’t comfortable, come over to Savanaclaw. My beds comfy and has room for two, Herbivore.” Leona chimed in, sitting up and smirking at you.

You teared up as you looked at everyone.

You can’t believe they care about you so much. That they’d stay here and listen to you talk and offer to help you. That they actually came to see you and are worried about you.

You can’t believe that they..

That they actually care.

Tears ran down your face like waterfalls, making you let go of Vil’s and Malleus’s hands to wipe them away quickly.

“I’m sorry it was never my plan to cry in front of you all..god this so embarrassing..” you sobbed, frantically wiping your tears away.

“Prefect no!! It’s okay to cry. It’s okay. You can cry. We’re here for you.” Kalim spoke calmly, climbing up onto the bed and wrapping his arms around you.

“Kalim is right. It’s okay to cry Prefect. Get it all out..” Riddle agreed, patting your shoulder.

You could feel someone’s pointed nails running through your hair and scraping your scalp gently. It was relaxing, it felt so nice. It made you feel sleepier than you already did.

Azul rubbing your back so softly didn’t help either..

You yawned, leaning against Kalims soft shoulder as you closed your eyes.

“..thank you. I love you all so much…” you spoke sleepily, weakly raising your head to look at everyone.

“Of course Prefect. While you’re sleeping, I’ll go and make that healing potion.”

“And me and Jamil will make you some food while you’re sleeping as well. That way when you wake up, it’ll be ready!”

“Jade and Floyd will bring down some of our finest desserts from the Mostro Lounge.”

“And it can all take place at Heartslabyul. We can all play Crochet and relax together.”

“I’ll take you back to Savanaclaw for now Herbivore. You can sleep in my bed instead of this thing.”

You heard them converse and decide what to do as you slowly fell asleep, feeling lighter and sleepier than you have in a while.

You couldn’t be more thankful to have such amazing friends.

“Sleep well, Prefect.”

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I’m so sleepy, and this is soooo longggg!! But I hope you guys enjoy it!!!!

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[tongue-like-a-razor]

Less Talk | Part IV

Jake Seresin x F!Reader

Summary: Jake can't stand Bradley's best friend. What's more, he's probably in love with her, which really pisses him off.

CW: mild angst, brief violence, unresolved sexual tension, swearing, drinking, SO MUCH PINING

Part I | Part II | Part III | Masterlist

“So?” Bradley asks, smirking up at Jake as he gulps down some orange juice with a slight cringe. “How was last night?”

Jake gives him an annoyed look, turning off the burner on the stove with a little more aggression than necessary. He lifts the lid off the egg poacher and grabs a plate in silence.

“That good, huh?” Bradley says.

Jake shakes his head crossly and lets out a disgruntled sigh, sliding a couple of eggs onto his plate. He holds up the poacher and looks at his roommate. “Want some?”

Bradley nods, rising from the table and walking into the kitchen. “Thanks.”

“You can thank me by being less irritating,” Jake says tersely.

Bradley snorts. “My, my,” he says, taking his breakfast back into the dining room. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Jake sets his plate down and looks at Bradley sourly. “What did I just say?”

“Alright, alright.” Bradley holds up his hands to indicate that he’s done riling him. “We won’t talk about it. We can pretend it never happened.”

Jake takes a bite out of his toast. “Nothing did happen.”

Bradley is watching Jake with a sympathetic grin. “Does that disappoint you?”

Jake rolls his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Bradshaw. What’ll it take to get some peace and quiet around here? Between you and Y/N, I haven’t had a moment’s rest.”

Bradley eyes him patiently. “I’m sorry, man,” he says. “I’ll stop. But I’m here if you need to get something off your chest.”

Jake gives him a flat look. It bugs him when his friends demonstrate love and compassion, and Bradley Bradshaw is notorious for that shit. His genuine desire to help makes Jake uncomfortable as fuck. He prefers the ribbing any day of the week; at least he could respond in kind. “There’s nothing on my chest, Rooster,” he says harshly. “There’s nothing on my mind,” he continues. “Nothing going on anywhere.”

Bradley nods at him skeptically. “Okay.”

Jake sighs loudly, ensuring that Bradley is aware of just how irritated he is. “Except,” he says, pausing to take another bite of toast. “Your damn bestie is a fucking nuisance.”

“How so?” Bradley asks, trying to contain a grin.

Jake scoffs. “Well, for one thing,” he says. “She unplugged our fucking fan.”

Bradley’s eyebrows converge. “She what?”

“Yeah.” Jake nods. “And she called me a moron.”

Bradley makes a face. “She did not.”

Jake shrugs. “More or less. Whatever. She told me I ‘helped her’ yesterday, whatever the fuck that means.”

 Bradley squints his eyes, smiling. “I think it means you helped her.”

Jake stares at him bitterly. “I’m not planning on being her friend,” he says.

Bradley shrugs. “You don’t have to be her friend.”

“I don’t like her.”

Bradley raises his eyebrows. “Okay.”

“Why are we even talking about her?” Jake lets out another frustrated sigh.

Bradley grimaces. “I don’t think I started it this time.”

Jake looks up at him, distressed at his escalating resentment toward you and Bradley and the damn grackles outside the kitchen window that just won’t shut the fuck up. He steadies his breathing. “Have you heard from her this morning?” he asks quietly. “Is she okay?”

Bradley nods at him calmly. “Yeah,” he says. “She’s okay.”

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“Whose idea was this?” Jake asks, walking into the Hard Deck with a sullen expression. For an entire week, he’s been expending an unthinkable amount of energy just to keep you off his mind. He hasn’t, for a second, let himself think about your unbearable tendency to debate every single word that comes out of his mouth. Nor has he been ruminating on the way your eyes flash with excitement whenever you’ve constructed an irrefutable argument. He hasn’t thought about your smile, or the way you had wrapped your arms around his neck. He certainly doesn’t remember what you’d said to him, or your warm breath bathing his skin, or how the curve of your waist felt in his hands.

And now, apparently, he has to spend an entire evening with you because your boyfriend wants to get to know your friends. Jake isn’t your friend. What the fuck is he even doing here? Except trying desperately to not think about you.

“This is a big step for him,” Bradley says under his breath. “He’s never even wanted to meet her friends.”

Jake inhales deeply, trying to relieve some of the aggravation he feels. He sees that the rest of the squad is already settled near the back of the bar, and that you are standing by one of the pool tables, watching Mustang line up his shot. Jake holds back a grin because you look bored stiff and, just like that, he forgets all about his endeavor to keep you strictly off his mind.

Payback shoves a shot into each of their hands the moment they arrive but Jake glances over his shoulder to look at you. You’re already watching him so he gives you a polite nod, unsure how the two of you should interact now that you no longer blatantly hate each other’s guts. You approach Bradley to give him a hug and then hesitate when deciding how best to greet Jake. He gives you a sympathetic smile, which you return with noticeable relief.

“How are you?” Jake asks, pointedly eyeing Mustang, who hasn’t even looked up from his game.

“Great,” you respond, a little too cheerily. But Jake knows you better than to buy that shit. He gives you a skeptical sort of grimace and you end up shrugging with a soured expression. “I’m fine,” you amend your statement.

Jake nods. “That’s more like it.”

You snort. But just when Jake begins to relax into the comfortable routine of back-and-forth quips, Mustang straightens his back and saunters over to where the two of you are standing.

Jake lifts his gaze, looking at him lazily. “Mustang,” he says commandingly.

Your boyfriend furrows his brows as though he’s confused by the nickname, which Jake finds hilarious, because what an idiot. “Actually, it’s –”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jake responds curtly. He turns to you with a tight smile. “Enjoy your evening,” he says, and then he walks away. He doesn’t check to see your reaction to his, admittedly, ill-mannered exit, but he’s not about to waste his time chatting up a man he absolutely loathes. Even if it’s what you might want.

But he doesn’t get far before he feels your fingers curl around his arm. He glances down as you try to yank him backward with your tiny hand, accomplishing nothing but drawing an amused smile from his lips.

“Yes?” he says, eyeing your hand before meeting your gaze.

“What the fuck was that?” you ask. “He just wanted to talk.”

Jake shrugs. “I don’t want to talk to him.”

Your grip on his arm tightens defiantly and you say, “You didn’t want to talk to me either, remember?”

Jake watches you with a smirk. “What makes you think that’s changed?”

You stare at him impassively, not in the least impressed with his jibe. You let go of his arm with a hard look. “My mistake,” you say coldly.

Jake raises his eyebrows in response to your irritation. “Why does it even matter to you that I talk to him?” he asks, glancing at Mustang who’s gone back to his game without a second thought. The only person Jake’s resistance seems to be bothering is you.

“Forget it,” you say moodily.

Jake watches you walk back to your boyfriend with a mixture of disappointment and jealousy. He grimaces when you lean your head onto Mustang’s shoulder and he shrugs you off to walk around the pool table and observe his opponent’s shot. Jake closes his eyes for a moment, imagining what he’d do if you were to rest your head on him. He’d probably be paralyzed with shock, for one.

“Cheers,” Bradley says, bringing his shot glass to the one Jake is still holding in his hand.

Jake nods. “Bottoms up.” He hisses as the vodka burns its way through his system.

…

Several drinks in, Jake is failing miserably at his self-imposed task of disregarding your existence. Every so often, he glances in your direction, incapable of ignoring you entirely. You’re wearing ripped shorts which fit loosely around your hips, and he makes every attempt to suppress the desire to strut right up to you and sink his hands – or his teeth – into the flesh that’s exposed whenever you lean into the table to aim.

And don’t even get him started on the utter mayhem that descends upon his body every time you bend over. Your perfect ass is not only a distraction but a downright detriment to his sanity, which he’s feeling slip away little by little with every successive turn you take. You have no clue how to hold a cue stick and you’ve yet to sink a ball, but watching you try is unquestionably riveting.

Mustang is no longer playing; he quit the minute you decided to participate. Jake notes that he hasn’t made a significant effort to socialize with your friends and is rather spending the bulk of his time conversing with a couple of women at a neighboring table.

Jake considers joining you for a game, maybe showing you how to position your bridge hand. Maybe standing right behind you as you bend forward to take your shot. Maybe bending down with you to help you aim.

He sucks in his cheeks uncomfortably; if the mere thought of teaching you to play pool is arousing him, he should probably stay as far away from that table as possible. He gulps down the rest of his drink and stands up anyway, watching you giggle as you pocket the cue ball. He cringes, bothered that he finds you all kinds of adorable when you’re laughing at yourself. You seem much happier when Mustang isn’t by your side, and yet, when Jake finally resolves to approach you, you set your pool cue down and glance around in search of your boyfriend. Jake lets out a heavy sigh and heads instead toward the dartboard where Payback and Fanboy are starting a fresh game.

Jake’s barely concentrating on the board, however, because he keeps glancing over his shoulder to watch your conversation with Mustang. The two of you seem agitated with one another which isn’t altogether surprising considering your less than agreeable nature. He smirks to himself, pleased at the apparent instability of your relationship.

Jake returns his attention to the dartboard, trying to focus on the matter at hand despite the ridiculous hold you seem to have on him. Except that, a few minutes into the game, he hears a commotion at the far end of the pub. He turns to see you aggressively skirting tables as you try to outrun Mustang, who is chasing after you. Instantly, Jake drops his darts on the nearest surface and starts in your direction through the crowd. When he closes in, he can see that you’re visibly shaken as Mustang seizes your wrist and pulls you toward him forcefully. You try to twist away in protest, but he only clings harder.

Jake grits his teeth as he pushes past the last patron standing in his way, and then he grabs Mustang’s forearm while simultaneously driving an elbow right into his jaw. Not a second later, Jake delivers another blow with the back of his elbow. Mustang pivots from the strike and Jake uses this momentum to hike Mustang's arm behind his back and bring his palm down on his spine, sending him, face first, into the ground.

Mustang scrambles to his feet the moment Jake releases his arm, staggering slightly. But Jake doesn’t wait for him to recuperate before shoving him backward into an empty table. In his weakened state, Mustang easily loses his balance and crashes into the table with a thunderous clatter.

A chorus of cries erupts in response to the brawl and Jake can hear you screaming for him to stop in the background. But he’s too far in it to stop now. He lifts Mustang off the table by his shirt and sends him flying backwards once again, this time with his fist.

That’s when Bradley appears, dragging Jake away. Jake runs a hand over his mouth, breathing heavily. His mind is somewhat foggy despite the overwhelming rage in his gut.

“He’s down, man,” Bradley says under his breath. “He’s down.”

Jake nods, steadying his breath. He turns to look at you and the moment he sees the tears streaming down your face, he’s struck with an awful sense of regret. You’re watching him lividly, shaking your head.

“Y/N,” Bradley starts, but you hold up a hand.

Without a word, you spin around and head for the exit. Jake goes after you, despite Bradley’s compelling arguments against it. He crashes through the door and sprints after you across the lot.

“Hey!” he yells. “Slow down!”

You whip your head around aggressively, coming to a halt. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you cry.

Jake comes to a stop before you, slightly out of breath. Only, now that he’s here, he’s got nothing to say.

“What? No elaborate comeback? No stupid joke?” you ask in revulsion.

He watches you soberly. He can tell that you’re pissed at him, but it’s different from all the other times he’s upset you. This time, you aren’t looking for a sparring partner, you’re looking for a fight. “Are you okay?” he asks.

Your eyebrows twist in outrage. “What do you think?”

Jake exhales sharply. “I meant your hand.”

You blink in confusion. “I wasn’t the one who punched him, Jake.”

Jake gives you a flat look. “He grabbed you, Y/N,” he says, his panting amplified by the anger coursing through him at the mere memory of the event. He reaches for your hand and lifts it to eye level as you watch on with a slight cringe. He weaves his fingers through yours until your palms connect as he examines your wrist.

“Are you insane? He barely touched me!” you exclaim.

Jake meets your gaze sharply. He watches you gravely, his eyebrows creasing in slow motion. “Has he done worse?” His fingers tighten around your hand. If you respond with anything other than an emphatic ‘no’, he’ll be leaving the Hard Deck in a cop car, and Mustang in an ambulance – if he’s lucky.

You viciously rip your hand out of his grasp and start walking. “Mind your own business, Seresin,” you mutter.

Jake watches your back as you march away. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and curls them into fists, contending with the riot of emotions assailing his person while trying to keep his cool. “Stop walking,” he says firmly, wincing at the authoritative tone in his voice.

You freeze at his words, which takes him completely by surprise. He’s watching you cautiously as you turn back to face him, bracing himself for your wrath. But you simply glance up at him, silent and utterly unreadable.

Jake steps forward hesitantly. “Progressive contamination of aquatic ecosystems, I can’t get you to shut up about,” he says levelly. “But when it comes to something as important as –”

“Water pollution is important!” you protest.

Jake gives you a critical look. “Is he hurting you?”

You avert your gaze. “No,” you answer quietly.

Jake shakes his head and starts walking back toward the bar.

“Jake!” you call after him. “Stop.”

Jake slows his pace but only stops once you’ve caught up with him and put a hand on his arm to keep him from going any farther. He glances at you, ignoring the surge of heat generated by your touch that’s unequivocally clouding his judgement.

“I’m the only one doing the hurting,” you say guiltily. “And you, apparently.”

“What are you talking about?”

You sigh. “I just broke up with him.”

Jake stares at you, speechless.

“Which is why it was really shitty of you to beat him up,” you say, looking back at him pointedly.

He glances over your face in a mild stupor, still reeling from the news. He furrows his eyebrows, trying to snap himself out of the reverie, and retorts, “I barely touched him.”

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US Thunder - Chapter Two

A/N: Okay, okay, before we start, I know I'm really late with this chapter and I know it's short, life's just crazy and I was with writer's block for a loooong time, I have yet to overcome writer's block, so, sorry in advance.

You will find a few things about our main character today, hope you enjoy the reading, as always, if you find english mistakes, please tell me so I can correct it.

Have a good time and I swear I'll come back faster this time.

You can find the summary and other chapters here.

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Y/N Jackson’s Point of View

The elevator ride to Julie’s room was quiet, with nobody daring to make a noise. I was thinking about what I would tell her to try and make things better, I know she doesn’t like lies, but I know that she wouldn’t like what I was doing at that pub too, so when we enter the hotel room I try to go and sit next to the veterans, but she’s quicker and make me take a seat in a chair in front of everybody.

-Are you telling us what were you doing at the pub, Torres? –Julie asks.

I try to find some help in my friends’ faces, but all I see is four more pissed off women and that is really scary if you ask me. Because of that, I make some time to put my hair in a ponytail and just scan the room and my options.

-I was in a meeting.

-A meeting? –She asks in disbelief.

-Yes, a meeting. You know, I’m in my last semester in college and I need to figure out what I’m doing after that, so I was discussing the possibilities with the captain of my battalion.

-And do you want me to believe that of all the places and times for this kind of meeting he scheduled it there?

-Yes, I mean, he suggested that we didn’t need to reschedule because I was off-campus for camp and then asked if I knew an informal place to talk and spend a couple of hours. –I tell her, what is half-true; I did meet with someone to discuss my future moves, just not with my captain.

-Care to tell me what you have decided then?

-I’m making an agreement with the air force; I will work for them in the offseason.

I saw her relaxing at my words, believing what I just said. Crystal, Moe, and Sam smiled after hearing it too; on the other hand, Lindsey arched her eyebrow at me while giving me her classical “I don’t believe a bit in what you’re saying” glare. Ignoring her I look to the veterans just sitting there confused as fuck with the conversation and reactions. Alex decides that’s a good time to speak.

-So somebody cares to explain what’s going on?

-Oh, it’s just something personal, don’t worry about that. –I say.

-Judging from their reaction I’m already worried, so spill.

-There’s just a place Julie doesn’t like that I used to go to.

-Why? –Ali questions looking at me.

-I… - I look at Lindsey for help as I know is Julie is pissed off with me yet. 

-It’s just a place that has some big fights sometimes, so a bit dangerous to go there alone, just as she used to. – Lindsey finally speaks and I breathe with relief.

-For Julie’s reaction it doesn’t seem just like it. – Alex adds.

-But it is, Lindsey’s right, it’s just a dangerous place to go alone. – I say.

The girls are quiet for some time until Kelley tilts her head with an inquisitive look and questions me “Did you say air force?”

-Oh, yes, I’m a part of ROTC for the Air Force, they pay for my tuition. 

-But that’s training for reserve officers and you said that you will work for them in the off-season. – Said, Ashlyn.

-You’re right Ashlyn, it’s training for reserve officers, but, they decided to prepare me to fly jet fighters and I know how to fly a specific one that they’re scarce of pilots right now, so they’re giving me the option to make it official and become a pilot for them.

-And you said yes to that offer…? – Said, Crystal.

-Yes, Dunn Dunn. I said yes, you’ll see me more wearing the uniform. – I blink at her.

-Okay, but it doesn’t explain why you thought it would be okay to fight three guys alone yesterday. – Julie says angrily.

-Jules, I know how to protect myself, I could take care of them and protect the girls, it is what I did, everything’s okay, you don’t need to worry.

 -You promised me you wouldn’t do it again.

-I know, I know, but it happened, I couldn’t let them be in this case, okay?

-Guys, I think you two should talk alone later about it, we need to go to the conference room to video session now. –Sam spoke to the room.

-You’re right, let’s go. – Said Julie looking at everyone but me.

I slowly let the air in my lungs go, trying to relax a bit after the tension, it wasn’t a good impression at the first minutes, but okay, it is what it is. I told them to just go that I would use the bathroom before leaving to the conference room. When I left the bathroom I thought that I was alone, but Lindsey was waiting for me at Julie’s bed.

-You know that I don’t believe a word you said earlier, right?

-Linds, thanks for the save earlier, I didn’t know what to say.

-It’s hard to believe when you receive training to this.

-You know you can’t mention this thing here.

-You’re running from the elephant in the room.

-Sorry, I know you didn’t believe, but it was the truth.

-Torres, I know you more than Julie does and I’m sure you know why. Don’t try to lie to me because I’m only one that knows everything and won’t believe your weak words. Who were you meeting at the bar? Were you fighting? What was it really about?

-I didn’t completely lie, okay? –I told her in a hushed tone. –I was talking with Dave, planning the next steps.

-Which are…?

-I will secure a place at Vallory whilst I finish college and play at the national level. I will make it official with the Air Force, I need to have an escape if needed. I will sign to drafts too.

-So you will follow along with the plan Julie made you swear you would forget.

-I need to find who killed my family, you know it.

-And then? When you go, break Julie’s heart, become a top national player, a high ranked officer, win Vallory, find who killed you family, what are you gonna do?  Murder them too? You become a murderer? Is that it? – She told me with angry.

-Almost on point, Linds. I love Julie, I won’t break her heart. – I say.

-I love Julie. – She mocks me. –If you really love her, you should think about your next steps, because how you’re taking care of things right is hurting her. These bruises, they aren’t just from yesterday.

-No, three days ago, I had my first fight at the red zone, I won.

-When’s the next one?

-Next week, after the game against Canada.

-You’re unbelievable, Y/n. Let’s go to the conference room before they come looking for us. Our conversation doesn’t end here.

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F2 Quali - Austria 2023 - James Blair commentary highlights

Nice view of mine and Clem's kitchen in the background there, I hadn't actually factored that in when I set everything up, but there you go.

Clem up in the top 10 [in practice], honourable mention. See if we can finally get it together, that'd be nice.

I threw my back out this morning [...] oh my back is absolutely giving me grief, holy heck. Fuck [...] fuck I really am struggling with my back here team, but I'll try not to move too much - oh fucking hell - I'll see if I can kind of sit straight that might be better for it [...] feels muscular, or maybe there's some plates there I've put in the wrong place like when a guest empties the dishwasher.

Novalak is at the top of the timing boards as we see it now. Stupendous, long may it continue.

Look good, feel good, go good. Oh, Christ. I need like some kind of heat pad or a theragun or something, or perhaps a healthier lifestyle.

I've taken the day off work by the way, in case anyone was worried the insurance industry was going to collapse.

They're being quite anal for lack of a better word, on the track limits here in Austria as they usually are. Very persnickety.

Alright Novalak's going to put a lap in and he's quicker than Stanek, so that's something. And we're quicker than Benevides. We're just going to count the people we're quicker than. Not Crawford. Jaky Moon, to the top of the sheets. Said that before, weyhey.

And it's Victor Martins up top, the sexy Frenchman.

"Who's your favourite indycar driver?" Marcus. Hate to say it, in some ways, but, you know. *sings love is blind* [...] correct, followed very closely by Scott Dixon. There's really almost literally nothing in it.

Anything you hear on Screaming Meals take it with a pinch of salt or assume it's not true.

I've heard a lot about this Barbie film, a lot of chat yesterday about some of my trousers which are apparently Barbie coloured. I really haven't paid much attention to it, it's unintentional, I do just like wearing pink and upsetting the pseudo-masculine lads in my workplace who are just terrifed of anything but a pair of chinos from Reiss and a Ralph Lauren oxford shirt.

"Any interest in the Ashes James?" Absolutely none.

Almost all of [Ollie Bearman's] points have come from race wins, so he's got to pull a couple of fingers out. I had a drink with him last weekend, caught up, and he showed up to a pub dressed like he was ready for an insurance conference, white polo and black chinos and smart trainers. So somebody's got him on a short leash. And he seemed very calm, very collected, very sort of relaxed. And then he had to shoot off to another do for his mates who had passed their A-levels, so made me feel like a complete paedophile.

I'm just listening to Theo Pourchaire here, who looped it actually, in practice, had a rare moment of, I don't know, dur-brain-ism.

Not to stir the pot but [the ART seat] was an option we weren't not considering, but thought better of it in the end.

Yes, I've had a hair cut this week. Which is now apparently news. Much to the relief of Ally. She was getting continuously more and more pissed off about the hair, which is about 90% of the reason why I kept it so long.

Yes, doing TikTok now. Not enjoying it, it's a bit silly, but Clem says it's really important to uphold a public image so I'm doing them, but I want to make it absolutely clear that it's against my will.

Novalak clinging on in P16, by virtue of probably a few track limits violations. Come on Clem. P10 in praccy, it's all you need again brother. Reverse grid pole, and a massive plug for the empire. That's what we want.

This is a real what I believe scientists refer to as a clusterfuck.

Somebody's run well wide there and it's Daruvala in the MP and he's totally fucked Fittipaldi's lap in doing so as well. Big old moment for Dizzle.

I love Gregoire Saucy. I've actually never met him but I think he's just got a fantastic name. [...] I'd love to get Gregoire Saucy on the pod, but you would need to put up with me calling him Gregoire Saucy every time I addressed him.

I'm not even going to talk about Trident. Not even gonna do it, don't fancy it.

Good on Victor, I love Victor, he's a really great young man [...] super hot, lovely guy.

I'll definitely be doing all of the races this weekend, on my lonesome [...] thanks for tuning in, and please don't be mean to me.

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College Affairs

CHAPTER II ------------------ I knew I had to be up soon, I had previously been woken up early by Ellie's rumbling around the room. She had realized she woke me up which resulted in her leaving the room slamming the door shut. No idea what the fuck her problem was, I snatched my phone off of the bedside table, I checked my notifications quickly.

I had a few missed texts from my sister, dad and lila. All asking me how my night went,I dismissed the messages deciding I had to get up. I threw my hair sloppily up so I could wash my face and brush my teeth.

I put on a tight white tank top, some dark blue sweats from Brandy along with my UGG slip ons. I was exhausted I slept horribly, Ellie fucking snores and mumbles in her sleep.

~ bleep bleep ~

I glanced over at my bed, my screen lit up. I picked up the device scanning it...

dina<3 - Heyy Jesse is having a party on Friday! you should totally come ;) maybe you'll find a hot babe to bring home.

My eyes lit up, this was my chance I'd have a distraction from Ellie and her slut behavior and Katie could see that I'm not interested. I grabbed my grey hoodie heading out the door after grabbing my keys, throwing on my backpack and grabbing my tote.

I stopped at a nearby coffee shop, I ordered my usual which consisted of a bagel and a Chai.

"Y/n? here is your order" The muscular girl said handed me my drink, she was attractive. The way her veins bursted out when she held onto the cup and bagged bagel. Her crystal blue eyes stared into mine, her tight blonde hair pulled back into a braid. She was very, VERY hot. I thanked her slightly stumbling over my words, I was going to walk out slowly as I heard somebody talking to her.

"oooo Abby I saw you checking her outtttt, you were suppoused to clock out ten minutes ago but you stayed to serve her OOOOO" some boy said to her. He was maybe sixteen, shortish, dark brown almost black hair and dark brown eyes. He had a scar on the side of his face leading up away from the edges of his mouth.

"LEV!!! shut the fuck up!!!" she shouted. I chuckled walking out of the cafe checking the time. '9:10'

"fucking shit-" I ran to my car, I had class at 9:25 I needed to hurry. Once I made it into class I had bumped into somebody, the girl who just so happened to be Ellie. "where you goin' in such a rush baby- oh it's you sorry....here" she said holding the door open for me. I rolled my eyes at her stupidity and slut-like behavior making my way into class, I sat down preparing my shit for the next two 1/2 hours of lecturing.

I headed back to my dorm once it was over, it was roughly late noon now, I was tired and ready for a fat fucking nap by now. I walked in on an empty bed. 'hmm seems like Ellie was here' I thought to myself. I hopped onto my bed, lifting up my arms taking off my shirt then pants. I was left in just a revealing sports bra and some girl boxers. I yawned as I drifted to sleep eventually.

~ Ellie point of view ~

I had left in a rush when I realized she woke up, I was pissed at myself. I found her so attractive, the way y/n's jaw was perfectly sharp at the edges. Her beautiful blue eyes that shined bright, her tits that were huge since I had last seen her. Her ass was round and plump, I often found myself wondering what it'd feel like bouncing on my strap. I felt myself getting hot and bothered just thinking about it. AND to make matters WORSE, I had a fucking girlfriend. Yesterday when I had realized I found myself staring at her tits, I forced myself to look away.

I have never been loyal to Cat, we had a somewhat open relationship; we were into threesomes but never poly shit. I always flirted with other girls, never near her though, I mean she doesn't know but I couldn't really care less.

Yesterday I caught myself then knew I needed release so I went over Cat's....

~ flashback ~

"hey baby, it's me" I said pounding on her door, she didn't live in a dorm. She lived a few streets away in an apartment building, she's going to a alternative school for tattooing; not some fancy shmancy art school, not that she can't afford it because her apartment, as well as her families over 500k a year says other wise.

"hi, what're you doing here?" she asked wearing an oversized T, her hair matted from sleep. She rubbed her eyes welcoming me in, I immediately came in pushing her against the wall slipping my tongue into her mouth. She let out a moan while I smirked, I slipped my hand into her little pink panties rubbing in between her folds, a small moan escaping her mouth.

"oh so that's why you're here?" She sighed out, what the fuck? why was she mad.

"ellie...you haven't fucking texted me all day! you got a new roommate who is a FRESHIE. You ignored me yesterday too after we got into the argument about Sarah, and you're just going to come over here? to what? fuck me? because you're horny? no ellie. You are not going to use me. Go fuck one of your little snapchat hoes, or better yet! go fuck your new roomie, I'm sure she'd like that." She screamed at me until I walked out of her apartment, I was furious. I got in the front hall of the building immediately punching the nearby wall releasing some pent up anger. I furrowed my brows while holding my bloodied fist.

I was mad and horny now, so I'd do what I always did when I was. I pulled out my phone clicking on 'sarah' I needed it now.

ellie - hi w r u doin' ?

sarah - hiiiii i haven't heard from you in so long i miss you :(((( but nothin' much! wanna come over :)

She was sickly sweet, but she had some bomb ass tight pussy. I was down if she was, honestly I didn't care if she wasn't down. She found me hot, she was vulnerable and her ex broke up with her a few months ago. She came to me sobbing so I showed her what real pleasure is.

ellie - omw

I pressed send and started making my way back to the dorms.

I knocked on her door until she opened it, she looked at me smiling. She was 5'3, a long blonde haired blue eyed girl. She was a fucking bimbo. Huge tits, fat ass, I was so ready. I had brought in my car strap that I always kept for emergencies.

I pushed my way into the house plopping on her couch, the sofa was a sage green with cute pink and orange pillows. Her dorm was a singular one, she was a rich cunt who spent all daddys money. She was able to get a single dorm for just herself, it was larger than most dorms but smaller than an apartment. But it did have three separate rooms not counting the bathroom.

She sat next to me spreading her legs a little and scooting her ass closer to me, I grabbed a hold of it spanking it causing her to let out a moan. She was genuinely kind of gross, she was annoying and sweet. She made me want to fuck her inside out. I grabbed her other ass cheek smacking them both at the same time, she gasped which made me roll my eyes in annoyance.

I pushed her shorts to the side, I ran my fingers through her folds causing an actual moan to release. I felt calmer now, I rubbed a little until I got bored with her exaggerated moans. I pulled her shorts off then her panties, I slipped down off of the couch, I was on the floor now; she on the couch with her legs wide open.

Her sopping cunt right in my face waiting to be devoured, I licked my lips as I slowly went in. I licked slow, intense circles around her clitoris. "oh my god ellie-" she said pulling my head into her heat. I forgot how much I love fucking her. She's so vulnerable, god. I needed her to cum all over me.

I went faster and faster, my fingers sped up inside her curling up. This caused her to break. Her white, creamy cum covered my fingers and upper lip. I licked it off, pulling my fingers out forcing her to lick them.

"mhmmfffphmm" she sucked on my fingers which made me a little grossed out, I pulled them away pulling her up then pushing her body up then down. Her ass was up now, I quickly strapped up, I stuck my two fingers into her mouth, gagging her to get the goopy spit I needed as lube. She gagged then moaned.

She was dripping my her spit added to the sex aspect of this, I began rubbing her salvia on my red and green strap, I pushed it in her. She groaned out in pain and pleasure as I began my grind.

She finally was done after an hour of taking it like a slut, I pulled it out covered in her cum. "suck it baby" I said, she got on her knees taking my silicon member into her mouth, deepening it into her soft, pink throat. I moaned out, I could almost feel it, almost.

I pushed her head away after a solid five minutes of receiving on the faux cock.

She glanced at me with her puppy eyes, god why was she doing this?

"g'nna head out now, text ya after" I said sliding off my strap, picking it up and using the cleaner I had brought. I headed out the door before she could convince me for a round two.

~ flashback over back to present day ~

I walked into the dorm, unlocking it as quietly as I could. When I walked inside the small room. Y/n laying in her bed, her upper back out while laying on her stomach.

Her back was toned perfectly her creamy skin was sexy, I could see her tight, grey Calvin Klein bra cling to her body. Jesus I wanted to fuck the life out of her, below that was the rim of some boxers, a slight few of her lower right ass cheek was out. I felt myself throbbing, my cunt was soaked. I had to do something, I walked over to her quietly.

I knew she was tired, I was loud last night so she wouldn't wake up, hopefully. Or maybe she would and look deeply into my eyes to say "please fuck me daddy" jesus-

I clutched my chest getting a hold of my breathing once again, I slowly reached over rubbing my fingers tips against her warm back. She was milky smooth, her skin felt like butter. I wanted to melt, I was melting. I saw her body suddenly twitch a little.

"shit" I cursed under my breath, running over to my bed plopping on it pretending to be on my phone.

Y/n turned over stretching, her massive tits recoiling as she sat up to crack her back. Her stomach was amazingly flat and toned, she has a small pudge that was her uterus, she was perfect. Oh my god I needed her. I felt my mouth become watery and my mind became cloudy with images of her begging me to be inside her.

She stood up stumbling over to the bathroom; she must've not realized I was here, she hadn't even opened her eyes yet.

I watched her waddle over to the door, her ass cheeks jiggling with each step. I licked my lips smacking myself aside the head. I needed her.

She came out after a few minutes, still mostly naked. She bent over grabbing ahold of her tank putting that on then her sweats.

"oh hey.." she said awkwardly turning away from me. I didn't know what to say. I looked up at her raised my eyebrow then looked back down at my phone.

fuck...

~ Y/n point of view ~

"ok then-" I said boosting myself back onto my bed.

'hmm I need something to wear for Friday, I have tomorrow but after that It's the party so I need to figure it out now' I pondered on what I could possibly wear. Defiantly something slutty.

I opened up my drawer looking at my dress section, I settled on a small, tight dark red dress. It bad three holes going along the center, my tits would be out and my lower ass cheek whenever I got frisky or even bent over. I decided on some black heals to go with that, and some smokey make-up.

"what're you doing?" Ellie questioned seeing my put the revealing dress rested on my bed. "huh?" I played dumb. "what are you wearing that to??" she questioned, her brows furrowed into a thin line.

"party Friday" I answered.

"oooo shit Jesse's? I'm going too, lemme give y'a ride"

"no I'm okay"

"c'mon y/n don't be a stuck up, lemme take you-"

"ok fine but if you get too drunk to drive me home then no" I complied finally.

She nodded, smirking looking down at my tits then back at me.

I was getting there, slowly but surely.

The night went by painfully slow, but eventually it was the next day. I hadn't spoken to Katie in awhile. Maybe I should text her? no she's too mad, but she told me to always make amends with her if we are fighting.

y/n - hi katie, r u ok?

y/n - helloooo

y/n - mhmm dude srsly ?

I waited, and waited but she didn't respond. I was annoyed and sick of her childish behavior until I heard the ping she had set on my phone for her. "I want you to know when I text you!" therefore she set a fucking custom sound.

katieee my lovey - yea?

y/n - seriously? kate you haven't spoken to me in a day almost two, what's up? ttm

katieee my lovey - i think you know what's up y/n

y/n - no i rlly don't kate so tell me

katieee my lovey - you know i never stopped liking you, you always lead me on with laying on me or inviting me over with weird sexual sayings along with that. you know i want you and suddenly you're crushing on your roomie? ellie has been a player since 14 dude. ur setting ur self up. you'd be better off w me y/n and yk it. i catch you staring at my tits or ass all the time yet you never pull anything; and i never say anything so i dont embarrass you. I Love You Y/N.

I didn't even know what to say, I really didn't especially when Ellie came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel.

I needed to be bold, I don't care if Katie is right Ellie is sexy and I want her in me. I marched up to Ellie who had her back turned to me, her muscles flexing as she bent down to scoop up her sports bra.

"...ellie.." I said breathing out rapidly, I was terrified.

"yeah?" she said turning around, her sexy collar bone sticking out, her muscles flexing, her veins purtruding because of the hot shower. Her hair soaked, her green eyes shining. I needed her.

I looked from her lips to her eyes, up and down again until she pulled me in. She smashed her lips against mine..."fuckk ellie.." I moaned out when she pulled away to stare at me. I leaned back in, she cupped one of my breasts through my tank, I moaned out again. My nipples went rock hard and my cunt throbbing for some attention.

I began to tug on the towel....

"no" Ellie said bluntly, my mouth dropped to the floor. How could I be so dumb? she just wanted to fuck me. She probably was a no touch. Shit. She came a step closer towards me.

"c'mon baby take off that pretty tight shirt of yours and let me have my way with you-"

*bing bing*

fuck. Katie.

Ellie rolled her eyes grabbing her shit going back into the bathroom to continue getting ready. I just fucked up so much worse. Holy shit.

katieee my lovey - see dude? fuck you y/n seriously fuck you.

I fucked up BIG time.

I sat on my bed read adjusting my tank trying to calm my breathing, my sopping pussy was sticking to my panties. I needed to do something intense tomorrow, I needed some serious friction. I knew I was going to need to take someone home with me, but who? god y/n you're going crazy!

hi guys ;) I hope you're enjoying, the beginning of next chapter will be in Ellie's point of viewwwwwww!! and an Abby smut will be posted laterrrrr, and possibly an Ellie x Abby oneshot but that might be posted on wattpad @tlouxobsessed ;)))))))

Anyways have a great day/night/afternoon!!!

Part 3

#ellie x abby #abby anderson #ellie williams #the last of us fan fiction #joel miller #the last of us #ellie williams the last of us #ellie and abby #the last of us fanfiction #ellie williams smut #ellie x you #ellie x dina #tlou hbo #ellie talks #ellie x riley #ellie goulding #tess #ellie williams x y/n #ellie writes #abby anderson smut #abby x reader #abby anderson x you #abby the last of us #abby x you #tlou2 #the last of us 2 #the last of us part ii #dina #abby doesnt shut up #smut

[saucymalum]

Checked Out pt.3

Crystal Leigh x fem!reader

Originally posted on my Instagram

Summary: It's not easy navigating a friendship with someone you have feelings with. Especially not when that person also happens to be your friend's girlfriend.

College!au but not mentioned much

I also made a playlist of the songs I listened to while writing this series!

Pt.1, pt.2

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I snuggle back into my blankets hoping to ignore the pain in my neck and lower back. I refuse to admit defeat to Noah but this couch does suck ass. We need to find a new one soon. I almost manage to doze off again when Noah bursts through the door holding two drinks in his hands and wearing one. His fluffy brown hair falling in his brown eyes. He tries to blow it away but it just makes it worse. I almost laugh at how accurately he described himself, he really does look like he pissed himself. 

I stare at him for a solid 3 seconds before giggling to myself. Noah walks over to me and softly places the drinks on the coffee table before forcing me to sit up. 

“Jeez, don’t be so rude to me, I’ve had a bad morning AND I got you your drink. Be grateful.” He gives me a pout before walking off into his bedroom. 

“Oh don’t act all high and mighty! You have the manners of a goat!” I yell.

“I abhor that! I have amazing manners, you bitch.”

“Exhibit A, that statement.” I laugh

“I also probably still have third-degree burns, be grateful!”

I roll my eyes and start sipping on my drink when my phone buzzes with a text from Crystal.

Shit shit shit shit! What am I gonna do? Thirty minutes!? I just woke up! Ok deep breaths, calm down. Nothing will get done if you freak out. 

Ok, game plan. Speed shower first since I thankfully did my long shower yesterday. I speed through my shower and get mostly decent for hanging out with friends. And i'm out of breath by the time my phone buzzes again. Damn, that's a new record.

I grab my purse and yell out from the door "Noah! I'm going out don't call for a search party!"

“If someone takes you they’ll return you babes I’m not all too worried” he yells back from his room.

The disrespect I receive in this house. I close and lock the door before walking to the elevator.

I get to Levi's car and hop into the back. I put my phone in my purse and Levi looks back at me. His dirty blonde hair fluffed out of his brown eyes for once.

"Put your seatbelt on, I don't really want you to die today." He says before looking forward again.

"Well aren't you a sweetheart, Levi," I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

He grumbles a bit and takes off for the cafe.

Crystal turns to look at me from the passenger seat with a more muted smile than the ones I usually see lighting up her face. Uk

“I’m excited to finally have another reader to hang out with! So you haven’t been to this bookstore before, right?” She says.

“No, I’ve been meaning to but I didn’t wanna go alone and Noah has been hella busy recently.”

“Oh ok, that makes sense. What’s Noah like by the way? I’ve never met him before.”

I pause for a second trying to find the words to describe Noah, he’s a very hard person to describe in only a couple of sentences. “Levi, while I think, How would you describe him?” I ask.

“A dramatic smartass who will murder you if you hurt his friends.” His chuckles.

My eyes widen and a smile spreads on my lips, “Oh my god that's a great way to describe him! He’s mostly bark though, no bite. He’ll punch somebody and complain that it hurt his hand. He’s a sweetheart but annoying in a good way. Kinda like a sourpatch kid.” I laugh, “I love that guy.”

 We pull into the cafe parking lot and Crystal almost jumps out of the car while it's still rolling. Levi sighs and grumbles something before stepping out followed closely by me.

We get inside and Crystal is already browsing the fair collection of books they have and I start to follow her when Levi starts talking. 

“I didn’t know you were a reader.” He says walking to the barista,

“Well you also don’t know me very well, Levi.”

“True.” He says.

I stand waiting for more but he stands there biting on his lip browsing the menu. I sigh and go to find Crys again. 

“Don’t go stealing my girlfriend, Y/N,”

I leave him without a reply and try to find my friend. I pass by multiple sections and eventually find her in the romance section. I chuckle at the fact I didn’t immediately look there. She looks so focused I almost want to take the opportunity to stare. No that’s too creepy. She’s my friend.

I sneak up behind her and look over her shoulder, “Whatcha reading?” I ask loudly. She startles and her shoulder crashes into my jaw.

“Ow, shit! That was a bad idea,” I say as Crystal is repeating her apologies over and over again.

I massage my jaw and slowly the pain dulls. I look at Crystal and her eyes are slowly filling up with tears. Is she crying? Oh my god, she’s crying because she hurt me. 

I place my hand on her arms, brushing my thumbs against her soft skin, “Hey, I’m ok. Can’t take me out that easily.” I smile. My heart almost does a somersault as she laughs at my joke. God, I’m down bad.

She brushes her tears away and smiles. “Sorry, I just felt bad, and then that happened.”

“It’s ok, I’m alright. What got you so focused?”

She holds up a pink book titled Red, White & Royal Blue, “I’ve been wanting to order it for forever but always got into another one right before my paycheck. Plus having so many books on my to be read list is overwhelming but I just finished my last book so…theoretically, I could buy it” 

“What's it about?” Levi says suddenly from behind me. How long has he been there?

She goes into a long-winded excited explanation only to get “So it's about two guys?”

She hesitates for a second, “Yes?”

“Huh, cool. I’ll buy it for ya” He plucks the book out of her hands, placing a soft kiss on her head before taking it to the cash register.

She stands stunned before her blue eyes return to mine. “ Did I imagine that?”

“Does he not do that often?” 

“No. No, he usually isn’t very interested.” A nervous laugh leaves her mouth as she looks back over to Levi.

I give a half-hearted smile “Well, I guess today's your lucky day.” 

She chuckles and we return to searching with a small ache resting in my chest.

Next

#crystal leigh angst #crystal leigh #crystal leigh fluff #crystal leigh fanfic #crystal leigh x reader #5sos fic #5sos fanfic #michael 5sos #michael 5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford angst #calum 5sos #calum hood #luke hemmings #queer

[crazedlunatic]

Enter: Matt

“You have got to be kidding me.” Adrian huffed, pulling off on the said of the road and turning on his caution lights. He then rolled down the window and put his hands on the steering wheel. That’s what you were supposed to do, right?

He could just see his mother in his head, signing to not go over the speed limit and to definitely never do it around holidays since they usually had one scanning and would call another police officer down the road with the car description.

Of course, he’d seen an unmarked car five minutes ago in a median.

Meaning, as always, his mom was right.

He was going to be ten minutes late to his internship but now it would be at least thirty minutes. Because after he finally decided to make an appearance, Adrian would have to wait for Mr. Copper to go back to his car and run the information.

Then again, it would have gone a lot quicker if the freaking police officer wasn’t taking his sweet time getting out of the stupid car.

“You know it would have been a lot safer if you’d pulled into that parking lot a mile up, but you’re not the one that has to walk on the side of the roa—oh.”

Adrian looked at the police officer, clearly annoyed.

“I know I was speeding. I’m late to my internship and it will be my fourth time this week. It’s Thursday, right? Oh God. If it’s Friday I am going to be so pissed off.”

“Uh… It is Friday actually.” The police officer that had to be younger than him said.

Well, so much for being late.

But that meant he was late yesterday and nobody said anything, but…

“What, are you twenty? Can people your age even be cops?”

“Technically you can apply at nineteen years old but most people don’t… and we prefer to be called police officers and not cops.”

“A nineteen year old is pulling me over?”

“Have you ever been pulled over before because I’m supposed to be the one doing all of the talking? And I did not say I was nineteen.”

“That was rude. I’m sorry.”

But I’m only saying that so maybe you won’t give me a ticket.

“You were going 20 miles over back there. there You were only going 8 just then so I can’t give you a ticket.”

“If you can’t give me a ticket, why did you pull me over?”

“Well you should be glad it’s me and not the guy that clocked you back there. But you probably wouldn’t be talking like this to a guy in his forties, right?”

“Well… no, I wouldn’t be.” Adrian admitted.

If he wasn’t in such a bad mood, he probably would have felt a little guilty.

“There’s a lot of construction going on up there. Yesterday there was an accident from speeding and a worker ended up in the hospital so you need to slow down. Just so you know, if I did ticket you, it would be double fine due to the construction sign you obviously didn’t notice back there.”

Adrian did not respond because no. He had not seen any signs.

How was he getting lectured by a nineteen year old? Was this his life right now? Really?

“Getting somewhere one stop light ahead isn’t worth killing somebody working on the side of the highway.” He said. “They’ve got families too.”

“Isn’t that a bit dramatic?”

The police officer’s eyes widened. “Are you serious right now?”

“Kind of. You pulled me over to say I was going five miles over and now you’re lecturing me on not speeding in a construction zone when we both know they’re probably all on lunch.” Adrian stared at him.

“Eight miles.” The office said. “And just so we’re clear… you do know that I’m a police officer, right?”

“The red and blue lights kind of gave you away.”

The guy stepped back, his eyes wide. He didn’t look mad, though. He looked amused.

“Stop enjoying this.” Adrian snapped.

“Will you get dinner with me?”

Adrian literally rested his head against the steering wheel, groaning. “You have got to be kidding me right now.”

“So… that’s a no.”

“Sorry. I don’t date teenagers.” Adrian sat up straight. “Are we done?”

“Yes.” He smiled and then said cheerfully, “By the way, it is actually Thursday so you’re now later than you would have been if you hadn’t been speeding. If you weren’t a smart ass you would have been about twenty minutes earlier than you will now. Have a great day and a lovely holiday weekend, sir. Am I young enough to call you sir?”

Adrian huffed, waited to make sure the kid made it safely into his car, and drove off.

Nothing that, yes, the construction crew was on lunch.

…

All he wanted to do was get his cookie so he could go home, eat it, and take a nap.

Was the cookie necessary?

Yes, because he’d been thinking about it for two days and he was finally on this side of town. Although he would have been home an hour ago if it wasn’t for getting pulled over by someone who was barely out of high school, making him have to stay an hour late.

What was with these ten days of hell anyway? And also, why wouldn’t AJ quit sending him pictures of pastries? Clearly he needed a new best friend. One that supported his diet, not encouraged him to cheat. At this rate, he was never going to have abs again.

Finally, there was only one person left in front of him in line. He could get his cookie, go home, and lament over the fact that drunk making out with Blaine had been so disappointing.

Not that he needed to go there anyway because he was caught up on an ex. But he had literally fallen asleep. Blaine had fallen asleep while in a bed, full on making out with Adrian. Which was offensive honestly.

People without nice abs deserved love too.

“Oh my God. Really?” Adrian said when he realized the guy in front of him had bought his cookie—the last cookie and his cookie.

The guy, who was about to leave since he had Adrian’s cookie, looked at him. He then got this almost sarcastic smile on his face. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No.” Adrian sighed and ordered stupid lemon bread.

“You wanted this cookie, didn’t you?” The guy asked—and he was really freaking cute. Tallish, blond hair, blue eyes, and an adorable smile. Not to mention super toned.

“No. It’s yours. I’ve got lemon bread.”

“Yeah but the lemon bread is nowhere near as good as the cookie.” The guy was grinning, like he knew something Adrian didn’t know.

“Yeah. I know.” Adrian went to move past him.

“Here. We’ll trade.”

“We aren’t going to trade. That’s ridiculous. You were in line first, you got the cookie first.” Adrian looked at him, not able to figure out if he’d seen this person before… but surely he’d remember this guy.

“Nope.” The guy took Adrian’s bag and then held out his bag. “I happen to like the lemon bread too and you look like you’ve had a rough day.”

“Rough week actually. I’m really not usually this grumpy.”

I just really need to get laid, Adrian mentally added.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Well tomorrow is Friday and then the weekend. Alcohol and sleeping always helps relieve stress.” Adrian shrugged. “Are you sure you don’t want your cookie back?”

“No. It’s yours.” The guy said. “I’m Matt.”

“Adrian.” Adrian shook his hand.

Man, his eyes were blue. He had never seen eyes that blue. Not in person at least.

“I don’t mean to sound forward. Okay, I do. Will you get dinner with me? Not today because I have to sugar glider sit whatever that means. But maybe next week?”

“Sugar glider sit? The little thing with big eyes?”

“Yeah. It’s my niece’s. You know, she loved it for a week and now she wants a cat she can ‘play with.’” The guy, Matt, said.

“Saturday? Lunch?”

“Sorry. I don’t get off until 4:00. 4:30?”

Lunch means no sex. Dinner means almost positively sex.

“Sure. Why not?” Adrian shrugged. “Have fun with your sugar glider.”

“Aren’t you going to give me your number so we can decide where to go later this week?” Matt asked, holding out his phone.

Adrian called himself using Matt’s phone and showed him that his own phone was ringing as proof. “Don’t bother before Thursday because I won’t know when I’m free until then. See you later.”

“Great. My car is illegally parked so I’m going to go. Bye.”

Adrian sat at a table, entering Matt’s name in his contacts.

He walked out, seeing the police car that had been parked off to the side of the entrance was gone even though he hadn’t seen a police officer in there and it was not a shared parking lot.

Oh well. At least I got my cookie.

#adrian & matt #I just love them #matt caldwell #adrian caldwell

[the-firebird69]

Was Chevron CEO yesterday shot himself in the head Chevron is no longer his and it did it on TV and TV show he committed suicide and John remillard it shows up again too his brain is riddled with trauma

But there's some kind of to do with Saudi Arabia and Chevron and Occidental petroleum in British petroleum and several others that John remillard were running and I have yet to figure it out except that Saudi Arabia is divesting their rights to the oil

Zues Hera

Here's the problem this guy's into our business a little because of you Trump but for real he was taking the real estate and the oil rigs and the drilling this picture of him and he's like second in command 2 that looks like Sadaam Hussein and I was hearing what you're saying, the Billy z was the name Hussein. Is something is amiss here, he took these fears and like half of them or two thirds of them to the border of the wall and they disappeared and his got wiped out but he had all these clones that would just dropped off and he could have sacrificed them everybody's working on this mystery regardless what he's doing is very suspicious and odd he's in the way of a bridge who cares about a bridge I'd be the one who's concerned about that and I let it go and it's probably going to mess me up and really it's out of the inform your own or use those those are already formed and it would take a long time to cast that cuz you'd have to use regular methods or something to take a long time there is smiling like an idiot he's got a lot of questions to answer but he keeps getting hit in the head making it an odd day

Jason

I think I can straighten this out he's been losing these companies and killing himself as the person who was running them. And he does it when I'm around and it's saying I'm taking over the company so I don't think so

Tommy f

I saw the am saying that and I'm saying that to a whole bunch of people because I think you're taking over the companies

Trump

If I was taking over the companies I don't think I like you killing yourself in front of me and I'm not even taking them over and I don't want you doing that you little weirdo it doesn't prove a mean anything and he says he might not be able to control himself so I'm pretty much ready to go after you Trump because you're an ass and don't go after a bridge that's stupid

Tommy f

And I'll see something people don't respect me because I'm going after a bridge it seems stupid to people but I'm kind of insane and I want to kidnap this person next door and take him to Australia Donald Trump says

You for this a lot from him that he wants to do that it's not an untruth it's just that he has to be stopped and that partner says just about anything to piss off her son cuz he thinks he can kidnap him if he gets in a fight and his girls are saying don't do that it's actually got real strength and you're a p**** and we don't want to fight him cuz he's going to kick her ass probably end up throwing all the way across the stupid laundry man not the window so he was just saying and he's done that to people he says he doesn't want Trump following him he's going to squish his head he says a threat on us as it is now it says he's threatening Us by putting him down and trying to start something he's doing it back to him that's what he's saying you want to offer me p**** his daughter just saying and wife is about time someone saying something cuz that idiot it's a freaking a****** and a hassle he's on our son all the time and he has to stop doing it he's a psychological nightmare he's a mental patient he's a TBI victim and he's a psychotic a****** in the beginning we're going to finish you you piece of s*** if you don't get away from him the old fashioned way just by kill you off he's been asking us to cuz he's cuz you're unbearable person you are an unbearable person you need to get the f*** out of there I'm going to write it up now again get them out of there permanently move him out. Somebody got a team and gets Stan to evict him sitting here waiting for us to do it is ordered us to do it but he said it was get him out and that's all he said and what he means is get that person next door John remillard out of that apartment what we say is we can't seem to do that and so I sent it out again and I'm going to beat his entire plan up and all his clones to a bloody pulp until that a****** moves out

Thor Freya

You're a dead man Trump anything else happens in life who cares you have to die hopefully people will read this and copycat and see I did it you dumb f****** jackass

Zues Hera

[inkmemes]

young  royals  (  2021  )  sentence  starters ↪  taken  from  netflix’s  swedish  ya  drama.  non-contextual  spoilers.  trigger  warning  for  mentions  of  sexual  activity,  drugs,  alcohol,  death,  implied  internalised  homophobia,  bullying.  alter  as  you  see  fit  ♡

“at least you can stay for a cup of coffee?”

“hey, wait up. did you sleep together?” 

“he's probably making out with someone. forget it.”

“i can't take it anymore.”

“what are you doing?”

“and he had to finish your sentence. what's going on? you like him.”

“every time you see your dad, you get all depressed.”

“you're still here, so obviously you must want something.”

“are you high? what the hell are you on?”

“does this make you horny?” 

“i like [town name], but i don't want to live here forever.”

“you can leave now. go home. i'm staying here for the weekend.”

“do you want chocolate?”

“how do you feel?” 

“it's kind of hard to tell them apart, you know.” 

“you're a worthless drunk.”

“you … you need to figure out what you want. and you can take all the time you need. and i respect that. but you have to do it by yourself. i don't want to be anyone's secret.”

“you have to stop pretending that you're not afraid.”

“that's the thing, i just don't want that.”

“it's something new. something fresh.”

“can we talk privately for a minute?” 

“and if anyone gives you a hard time, you know, just let me know, and i'll take care of it.” 

“you do know you don't need to hide?” 

“are you gonna let us in?”

“promise to let me know if there's anything i can do.”

“hey, we won't go blind from your moonshine, right?”

“i'm just getting a good vibe. that's all.”

“you're so fucking pathetic.”

“you realize that this will have consequences?”

“he's such a fucking idiot.”

“i wanted us to have a few minutes alone.”

“when you're young, love feels like the most important thing in the world.” 

“i really like you.”

“felt like i had to rescue you from that situation.”

“it got so damn hot in there, i thought i'd get some fresh air.”

“you are allowed your own opinions. it's cool.”

“i've seen the way you look at each other.”

“here, this one is a little big for me, but i think it'll look great on you.”

“do you think royal dick is different than regular?”

“you're the only one here i feel i can actually talk to.” 

“i haven't heard anything yet, but i'll tell you as soon as i do.”

“you can't just lie here jerking off.”

“i don't want to go to some fucking boarding school!”

“i've missed this place so much.”

“are you going to horror movie night on friday?”

“but i like you. and that is not fake.”

“you don't need to share everything.”

“we should go to a concert again sometime.”

“you're fucking crazy!”

“where have you been? i've been trying to reach you.”

“just don't use the school's wi-fi for porn surfing. could be embarrassing.”

“but no matter what, they can't dictate what you say.”

“sorry about last night.”

“i don't want to talk to you!”

“i don't wanna sound like an idiot.”

“i was thinking, would you like to have a sleepover at my place? because that's something friends do. it's going to be really cozy.”

“i think maybe we should forget about that.”

“you can't really see that it is you.”

“i mean, it could be anyone. it's so fucking stupid.”

“i don't want to say anything.” 

“now you're doing it again. you're trying to take care of me.” 

“i can take it, it's okay.”

“that's not true. i haven't spoken to my parents.”

“we haven't done anything wrong.”

“you're beautiful! you're so beautiful.”

“i'm gay, [name].”

“seriously? what the fuck is your problem?”

“you keep letting people piss on you!”

“i just assumed you didn't want special treatment.”

“keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

“so you thought you'd start spreading false rumours without having any proof?” 

“i just didn't want to lose you.”

“uh, there's pizza left if you want some.”

“everybody thinks you're perfect. you know that, right?”

“he's just been outed.”

“i'm going to fuck this up.”

“he bloody ruined my fucking life!”

“why are you sitting in your room sulking when you have a crush to hang out with?”

“hi. sorry, i was feeling a bit better. so i thought it was okay that i hung out with some friends.”

"everyone should be allowed to live as gay or straight or whatever they want.”

“i woke up in my own bed. that's always something.”

“could i just have one second? just one second alone, please?”

“i’m sorry. but it was, like, the only way.”

“i thought, everyone deserves a second chance.”

“i'm sorry about the mess. i wasn't expecting such distinguished company.”

“i just don't want you to be treated badly again.”

“oh, fuck.”

“you don't even… aren't you even gonna answer me?”

“i didn't know that one was supposed to sign up.”

“in real life, you don't pay to get ahead.”

“and what the fuck does your dad do?”

“let's try to have some table manners.”

“it's, like, really serious.”

“who the hell can live like this for three fucking years?”

“that's what happens when you buy the cheap ones.”

“i need your help with something. ”

“being a prince is not a punishment, but a privilege.”

“it's awesome to just chill out.”

“or maybe he lied about that too. what do i know?”

“you have to give people a chance.”

“you have to try to see it from my perspective.” 

“what the hell's this?”

“what happened to "we should forget about it"?”

“stop being so fucking stubborn and try to understand my situation.”

“sometimes it's better not to say everything.” 

“i was just bored.”

“have you ever had a boyfriend?”

“sometimes it's better to keep quiet.”

“can i get you some coffee?”

“nobody else cares about these things.”

“i lost track of time.”

“everybody does the same things and everybody knows everybody.”

“thanks for rescuing me yesterday.”

“remember when he came up to us the first week and was like, "what's up?"”

“i need you to delete all our texts.”

“i can't keep doing this anymore.”

“are you gonna let them go on with their bullshit?”

“i want to be with you.”

“here's a blanket, a pillow, and bed sheets. there you go.”

“okay, yeah. you don't seem to have grasped what i'm trying to say.”

“it's usually boring as hell.”

“he's been dealing to us for months.”

“i don't want to talk to him.”

“don't you wanna date [name] anymore?”

“i don't know why he's started texting me again. he knows i don't want anything to do with him.” 

“yeah, we had a shitload of drugs.”

“we could murder someone, and nobody would say a word.”

“she needs some fun.”

“he's just doing it to fuck with me.”

“it's such a weird question.”

“i just wanted to say hi. i don't believe we've met. ”

“but i still want us to be friends.”

“if i were to stay here… would you… like to keep me company? just you and me.”

“everything's, like, upside down now.”

“have you always lived here?”

“damn it. sorry. shit. i completely forgot.”

“i'm sure someone has a story to tell.”

“you've got to put yourself first. i mean, no matter what he thinks about it.”

“come on! you can't just sit there stuck in your room.”

“you can snuggle up in my safe arms if it gets scary.”

“i want to live a normal life.”

“let me have a look. you can hardly see it.”

“any other dick that's been sucked?”

“you just expect everything to be on your terms.”

“i want to know everything!”

“you don't have to go there. i'll take care of myself.”

“has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?” 

“i'll just stay in and go to bed early.”

“thanks for explaining the schedule.”

“i'd rather die.”

“i don't want you to be mad.”

“promise to tell me if something is wrong.”

“i can't be dressed like this if you're dressed like that.” 

“it's really complicated.”

“it feels like you don't care what people think about you, or if you have a lot of friends and stuff.” 

“nobody asked you to come. feel free to leave if you want.”

“well, nobody has ever, ever asked for this!” 

“there isn't so much to do around here.”

“you've become such a snob.”

“i know you're only trying to help me.” 

“do you like it here?”

“i don't wanna go in there. we're not even invited. fuck this.”

“don't you think it's weird [name] invited us to come?”

“if they hadn't been here, would you've, uh, made out with me?”

“so, you're an actual proper couple now?”

“you're thinking about someone else.”

“you're right. we're doing this together.”

“thanks… for nothing.”

“why are you even so obsessed with him?”

“i want you to hold me.”

“call me when you want to be picked up.”

“what the fuck do you care?” 

“i don't think we're a couple or anything. i don't know what it is.”

“you never asked me!”

“your focus should be on comforting me so that i can comfort him.” 

“it's not that hard. you have to be able to keep up appearances.”

“famous people make videos like that.”

“maybe somebody forgot to tell me, as usual.”

“just make a move on [name] and show him what you want.”

“you wanna stay a while and jam?”

“have you talked to your parents about it?”

“a diverse bunch of losers, who'll never amount to anything.”

“why can't i decide how the hell i want to live?”

“apparently, i'm the only one who doesn't know everybody.”

“i used to have straight a's on every test.”

“it will damage our reputation.”

“i'm fucking starving.”

“why is it called tax "evasion" but welfare "scam"? it's all right that rich people cheat, but when poor people do it, it's messed up. for rich people, it's not even called "welfare”, it's called "deduction."”

“what the fuck is rowing?”

“what the hell have you done, [name]?”

“good voice, man.”

“why can't i just have a relationship with him?”

“did you have fun last friday?”

“all the people are fake. they're made out of metal.”

what do you want me to say? i'm sorry!”

“is this some kind of prank?”

“i like you when you are yourself!”

“but you like him, don't you?”

“she shouldn't talk to you like that.”

“are you into him?”

“something's not right, i think we should head back to the road.”

“do you have trouble sleeping?”

“doesn't anyone care what i want?”

“just don't tell anyone that i've been here.”

“i was going to text you back, but…”

“your only mistake was that you hung out with the wrong kind of people.”

“i just wanted to help.”

“i know you'll use anything to get high or drunk.” 

“it's time to stop being so selfish.”

“i just want my fucking money.”

“you should've planned ahead. didn't you bring a sandwich?” 

“who the fuck wants to be normal anyway?”

“you fucking told me you were the one i could always come to!”

“i take it back.”

“i can see there's something going on.”

“i have to finish getting ready, so if you could please leave.”

“no one likes me when i'm myself.” 

“i hope you have a nice christmas.”

“i'm gonna do the wrong things, say the wrong things.”

“my mom is gonna kill me.”

“do you remember what you said to me last night?”

“i cannot be dragged into this.”

“i like you too.”

“you're no longer a part of my family.”

“it's well-suited for smaller people.”

“i assume that he thought that it would make him popular.”

“i didn't ask for this!”

“it's no problem. i like doing it.”

“it feels like i'm gonna throw up.”

“don't i get any breakfast?”

“whatever i do, i can't do anything right.”

“we haven't been to any party whatsoever.”

“did you get my texts?”

“i think it sounds romantic.”

“uh, wait, you have to come to the horror movie night on friday.”

“i liked what you said in there, [name].”

“okay, maybe he used to be a player, but love can actually change you.”

“it's nice to make an effort and dress up for dinner.” 

“i'm in a fucked-up situation and i'm trying to talk to you.” 

“you don't understand. i was gonna pay it.”

“you're not that kind of guy.”

“i was about to go outside and, um, do you wanna come with?”

“what about me?” 

“it was… okay, i guess.”

“can i sit with you?”

“you call this a scary movie?”

“i have a million things to take care of, i don't have time to talk to you.”

“have you lost it completely?”

“but i'm starving.”

“this past year has been difficult for me.”

“i don't get it. she's making it into such a big deal.”

“no, this won't work. just take it off, please.” 

“i'm not like that.”

“fuck you. it's not a crush.”

“then i know that i can't count on you.”

“can't you come see me in [town] sometime?”

“it's just that we can't be seen together.” 

“he was still sleeping when i walked in.”

“doesn't bother me at all. i've seen it. absolutely. 100%.”

“[name] is really getting on my nerves! seriously.”

“i want us to be friends again.”

“i thought you and [name] were friends.”

“make sure you check your dms. okay?”

“you think it's fun to fuck with people like me?”

“never spend money you don't have. okay?”

“you think i'm stupid?”

“this sucks.” 

“how nice to see some smiles.”

“this isn't just about me, but my entire family.”

“i'm going to marry her.”

“are you threatening me?”

“don't you realize the shit storm that follows if i come out?” 

“i don't want you to talking to her.”

“remember what we saw during movie night? when they sat next to each other?”

“i love you.”

“i just want to hang out with you.”

"there's no point in having a back-up if you never use it."

“pretend i'm saying something clever.”

“how's [name]? he must be totally devastated.”

“what do you think they think we're talking about?”

“everything is fake. everything in the world is fake.”

“[name] is dead.”

“it just wasn't what i thought it would be like.”

“since when did you start liking him for real?” 

“what a fucking douchebag. god!”

“what the hell are you saying? chill out!”

#rp meme #rp prompt #rp starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #it's long but i like my memes chunky <3 #lemme know if u'd prefer i do things in parts tho ! #also everyone watch this show immediately :knife:

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Vicious

Part VI

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1567.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

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You spent the rest of your evening like a somnambulist, barely able to concentrate on your projects before you went to bed, barely finishing half of the things you planned for today. Even the change of locks didn't make you as happy as you thought it would. It felt like something between a dream and a nightmare.

Lying in the dark, you stared at the ceiling, thinking of what happened just a couple of hours ago. Why did he do it? Was it just out of habit and didn’t mean anything? Naturally, with his appearance and easy-going attitude, he probably dated many girls and didn’t think much before kissing someone he liked.

Remembering the way he talked to you in the morning, you thought he must have pretended to be shy around you. Thor certainly wasn’t sheepish.

Was it all a sham? Was Loki right about all of them, playing their roles to get close to you? You couldn’t forget the way Thor looked the moment he told you about being smart. It was like something switched inside him, and for a second you saw the real Thor who was far from being your simple, good-natured athlete.

Why did you keep thinking about that stupid kiss even after seeing the man could be dangerous?

Aroused and angry, you tossed and turned until you fell asleep.

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Waking up was especially tough, despite the fact you didn't really do much yesterday, meaning you were going to spend your weekend studying. Shoot, and that's when you planned to visit that new chocolate boutique in the city. Maybe you could still make it if you spent more time studying today?

But then again, going to the city alone might be a bad idea. Even if the guys who stole your things were beaten, it didn't mean it had always been the same people following you. The school was full of weirdos, in the end. What if somebody went after you? Steve would definitely say you had to bring one of your guards with you.

Damn. It was better staying in the dorm then.

"Good morning! Are you ready?" Peter's voice broke through the silence, and you flinched, hurriedly applying some lipstick because you didn't have enough time to put your makeup properly.

Well, at least you were fully dressed.

"Just give me a second!" Picking up your bag, you put your shoes on and opened the door, looking at a young guy who's face was lit up like a Christmas tree. "Hi!"

He definitely liked what he saw, and you felt your cheeks growing hot from embarrassment. From the very start of the semester Peter acted very sweet around you, and you thought you could be friends with him. He wouldn't do something as ugly as blackmailing, would he? Thor said it too. Clearly, Steve was exaggerating.

"Did you sleep well? I've heard you changed your lock, so now it'll be better."

"Ugh, I hope so. But I still sleep with my dresser blocking the door." Sighing, started walking, afraid to look in the faces of other students, hurrying off to school.

They must have been disgusted, watching you being friendly with one guy after being all lovey-dovey with the other just yesterday. Although you didn't see anyone in particular, you were sure somebody saw Thor kissing you. And now you were walking the corridors with Peter.

"By the way, what's your Insta?"

What? Your Instagram? Whatever for? Although you had no idea why he needed it, you let him add you, by the time leaving the dorm and walking towards the main building.

Suddenly, Peter got pretty close, his arm on your waist as he lifted up his phone and hummed, "Look here and smile!"

Before you realized what he was doing, the boy kissed your temple, and you heard the sound of a photo being taken by his front-facing camera. What the Hell?!

"Peter!" Pissed at him, you quickly break free and stepped back, but he was already looking at his phone, editing the photo and posting it almost immediately.

You heard your phone buzz when he marked you on the photo.

"That's a good one. You look very cute here."

"What are you doing?!"

"Making a proof we're dating, of course?"

You were taken aback by the sincerity in his voice, and Peter smiled from ear to ear like an excited teenager, showing you the picture: it wasn't that bad, and you looked as if you were slightly embarrassed by Peter's closeness. Oh, of course. He had to convince his friends he was dating you, but he didn't kiss you on the lips that could make other people too suspicious. Instead, friends of Barnes or, say, Thor, would still think it was all for show, and it was their friend who dated you for real.

Shit, Steve's plan was incredibly complicated, and you didn't like it at all.

"Oh, alright." You mumbled, lowering your eyes to the ground, and Peter laughed.

"We'll make a TikTok dance later. If you wanna make people talk, just use your social media." He winked at you and put the phone in the pocket of his pants, resuming walking, and you moved along, your face still hot.

God, what did these guys got you into? You felt like you were lost in the middle of a play, not even having a script to read what was your role in all this.

Before you parted your ways, going to a different classrooms, Peter talked about videogames, the upcoming Resident Evil - apparently, his favorite franchise - and some Dota tournament, but you didn't know much about it, and Peter offered to show you his favorite games "because you can't spend all your time studying!"

He was as careless and sweet as always, but you couldn't get Steve's words out of your mind. Damn, if only you could know for sure that Peter didn't blackmail anyone. Who could you talk to about it? Obviously, not Peter himself, but every time he spoke you had that nagging feeling you needed to talk to him. You barely kept your mouth shut before he went to a different room.

Ugh, why didn't you transfer anywhere else when you still had a chance? Obviously, now you could only drop out of school, and it definitely wasn't something you were going to do.

Luckily, the next couple of hours you were busy with your classes, trying your best to prepare for the upcoming exams. The academy held high standards, and even though you were a good student, it still took lots of efforts to keep up the good work. How Thor even managed to get enrolled, judging by the fact he hated studying and often skipped classes?

Ah yes, he mentioned something about getting a scholarship from the academy for his success in the sport.

By the lunch time you were drained, listening to Peter chatting with an absent-mindedly epxression on your face. Funny enough, Peter's grades were better than yours, even though he spent much less time studying. What, was he some genius like Loki? You felt a little envy.

"I gotta go take my tracksuit, I have PE next," the boy said, and you nodded, throwing away the leftovers of your lunch.

As you stood close while he grabbed his sportclothes, you heard two guys talking behind the lockers to your right.

"Have you seen her today? She's with Parker!"

You tensed immediately. Of course, they were talking about you.

"Yeah, so what?"

"She was with Thor yesterday!"

Watching you froze on the spot, Peter stilled too, listening carefully. Oh shit, you hoped no one cared about who you went with - why should they, in the end - but, apparently, you were drawing too much attention simply because you were a girl among hundreds of male students.

"So what?" The other guy asked impatiently, growing tired of this conversation.

"Are you stupid? She's going out with them! I bet she's looking for a guy." The first student said with excitement, and you cringed. No, you weren't going out with anyone, you wanted to stop the weirdos from following you and steeling your things. Was it too much to ask?

"Yeah, who cares?"

"We have three fucking girls in the whole school, and you don't care if one of them could be going out with you? Besides, this one's pretty. I'd fuck her!"

You felt like you were going to puke any moment. Why on Earth did you decide to transfer to an all-boys school? It was like the whole school were a men’s room filled with stupid-ass guys, and you were locked inside, forced to listen them talk junk.

"You'd fuck a sheep, weirdo. Go get yourself a girlfriend if you can’t stop thinking with your dick.”

Laughing, the guy left, and his friend followed him, shouting something stupid while you breathed out a sigh of relief. Of course, you knew there would be some talk, but you didn’t expect it to be so... gross. Were you really gonna spend the two remaining years here?

Watching you getting frustrated, Peter gently touched you by the arm and said softly, “Don’t worry. They won’t talk rubbish about you.”

“What do you mean?” Suddenly thinking of Steve’s words, you blurted out exactly what you were thinking of the whole day, “Are you going to blackmail them with something?”

“I... what?”

Part VII

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[ethicallysourcedtink]

gems from the vault part one!!  musings and philosophical quandries extracted from me and my friend’s text convos. feel free to change pronouns or wording. warning for profanity and randomness.

to be honest, i checked and their collage looked like shit.

i think my grandad used to blow… glass.

should we. i mean, should we. we could, right. should we tell the pigs.

dude. you’re a victim.

friendly reminder that you can, will and should get arrested.

but he’s all vitamin deprived and shit!

that’s a yes or no question, you dingus.

i have mastered the skills of “i don’t hear you.”

you have a life, so you probably don’t know this.

vaguely humanoid, but we’re not quite sure what it is.

i’m never gonna stop being proud, but it’s fucking hard sometimes.

i need to do what it takes so that i can go down in history as a groupie.

i usually scream about this on the internet but you’ll do.

you know what? some people are only useful as potential human sacrifices.

i hope the fbi is having fun with my p*rnhub history.

confess your sins. this is a safe space.

i couldn’t stop thinking about this soup.

this is the makeup look you missed yesterday. my condolences.

he just looks dead. like someone propped up his body for one of those victorian death photoshoots.

turns out somebody died.

my life is great right now! whenever i want some privacy i just disappear into the fog.

i showed you my orbs and this is how you treat me?

kinda curious as to what the fuck she thinks she’s doing.

my secret superpower is that i don’t listen to other people when i’m in public.

remember: you are in a bubble of people who understand how shit works, and beyond that bubble is carnage.

i sure am having a time.

it’s the food metaphors, it’s the longing stares, it’s the lingering of the hands!

what’s he gonna do, sue you? he might, actually.

i went to take a walk and the moon is so bright that it’s like daylight!

guess who got hate crimed on tinder, lads!

obviously the bull doesn’t wanna be ridden. that’s the whole point of the sport.

bro, this is literally life metal. they’re saying some uplifting shit.

for research purposes i need to go swim in a frozen lake.

just the other day the light bulb in my bathroom broke and i had to use candles to take a medieval shit.

the only unfinished business i see is her outfit.

i used to be really afraid of sports class because i had a fear of balls.

like the annoying bitch that i am, i corrected your grammar. you’re welcome.

i think i just made a gay pride gingerbread house.

you know what? i did this to myself.

what’s wrong, darling? you haven’t dipped your head in a water bowl all evening.

this is almost funnier than the piss story. almost.

dude. this man has been trying to hit on you this whole time.

remember when people were calling everyone that does cubism a picasso knock-off?

honestly, i tripped on my way to the door and landed in my make-up box.

this is the 80s so people were like ‘this guy is possessed by the devil.’

rattle me like a d20.

i have a plan and i will execute it.

you will not see me on the night of the concert because i will be gone. i will disappear.

i must do what a girl must do. this is my duty.

i need to do it for my ancestors who tried to fuck hot italian men and just couldn’t get it.

‘bitch, do you live like this?’ yes i fucking do, actually.

indulgence instead of abstinence, baby.

do you think if we just all eat more food consistently, in the future we will evolve into giants?

we’re, like, alien crime experts and we have to go back in time to solve these crimes.

you said the right thing, why did you have to double back and say some stupid shit?

don’t send me stock market memes. i don’t understand them because i’m sexy.

i just met a random lady who claimed to be a shaman and she told me to hang out with horses.

the whole breaking out of jail thing was a cool stunt or whatever.

sometimes i just get so overwhelmed when i think about women. is that weird?

every time i get injured she magically shows up.

i’d let the kid win. i emotionally could not beat this kid. also technically. i’ve never played chess.

i don’t know anything about chess. i’m sexy.

#ask meme #rp meme #sentence starter meme #sentence meme #idk idk idk

[under-the-cherrytree]

uhhh i don’t know how many characters per hc request is aloud but can i request teru , tsukasa , and mitsuba’s (separate) partner dying in their arms? (if it’s to many then just tsukasa and mitsuba, or if this request makes you uncomfortable in any way then you can just ignore it)

Tsukasa, Mitsuba, and Teru’s s/o dying in their arms headcanons❣︎

Warning: Death and description about it

A/n: I probably should have specified that in my rules-

You can request one to three, sorry for the confusion!

Sorry this came out so late… I was busier that I thought I would be yesterday...

Anyways… enjoy!

Tsukasa loves you so muchhhhhh!

He likes to take you on adventures through boundaries with him

When he’s in a boundary he never been in before, you will be there holding his hand as he leads the way

Unlike most of the boys, he wouldn’t mind if you were there with him when he was fighting another supernatural

He loves the praise and thanks he gets from you when he defeats them

Tsukasa believes in his strength and capability to beat his opponent

So it comes as a shock when he couldn’t stop the supernatural from attacking you

It happened in an instant

Not even enough time to call his Kokujoudai

He turned around to see you being impaled in the chest by the supernatural

What the hell was happening?

“Who the hell… DO YOU THINK YOU ARE-?!”

The spirit turned to see Tsukasa about to hit them but they vanished into thin air before he could attack

Once he realized the apparition what gone he rushed to your side

He kneeled down and picked up your dying body, letting your blood stain his cloths and hands

“GO GET SAKURA, OR NATSUHIKO, OR-OR AMANE! JUST GET SOMEBODY!” Tsukasa voice was cracking and his Kokujoudai vanished

His bangs was covering his eyes but you saw the tears trailing down his face

“Don’t worry… it’s going to be okay…”

You tried to bring your hand up to cup his cheek

When he saw your hand falling back down he was quick to grab it and place it to his check for you

Your blood from his hands rubbing onto yours

“Please… I don’t want you to go… you mean too much to me, please…”

He watched as the light slowly left your eyes

Gritting his teeth, he stayed with you until someone pried you out of his hands

He blamed himself.

No one but himself.

If he had never brought you, he would have never ended up losing you.

He started to get more violent and snap at his friends for no reason

“Tsukasa, how does this rumor sound-?”

“WHATEVER SAKURA, JUST GET OUT OF HERE!”

She flinched when he snapped at her and just decided to leave him alone for a while

He distanced himself from the group

People know he is going through a lot and that its not that safe to be with him when he's like this

Hanako was very concerned about his younger twin after hearing the news

He went to check on him to make sure he was okay

“Hey Tsukasa… how have you been?”

Tsukasa didn’t even look at him.

Just sat on his chair staring at the ground

“Well, if you ever want to talk you know where to find me…”

Hanako vanished leaving Tsukasa alone again

Had a lot of panic attacks by himself

He would be on his knees and just claw at his chest and cry in the other room

If someone asked about it he would just snap at them as well

He was too weak to beat the supernatural

He was too weak to dave you

When Mitsuba died he was forgotten by most people

He felt like he nether belonged in the human world or supernatural world

But when he’s with you he feels like he belongs

Like someone sees him

And when he has you that's all you could ever ask for

He barely remembers how this all started

All he remembered was that there was a supernatural and it wanted blood

He always thought he was weak

When in danger, he would joke around hiding behind you saying he was to cute to die

But if something every did try to attack you, he would instantly be at your side blocking the hit from hitting you

But he wasn’t able to block this hit

He ran to your side instantly

“LEAVE!” Mitsuba screamed tears running down his checks

The supernatural got forced out by hands through mirrors since it wasn’t his boundary

He focused on stopping the bleeding

“You-you cant go you stupid idiot! Getting h-hurt in battle, are you i-insane..?”

His voice was shaky as he stuttered

He tried to laugh it off as a joke

Saying you can’t die

You can't leave him

He needs you

“No… this is all a bad dream huh? You are going to be okay!”

His was raising his voice now trying to force his mind to believe the impossible

But you were out of his reach

Out of his protection as your life slipped away from you

Everything reminds him of you one way or another…

He sees pretty flowers, oh, that's a good picture. Pictures, he used to take pictures of you all the time…

He wouldn’t isolate himself from people

He would stay but he would quite

His eyes dull

Not being cocky in any way

Only speaking when spoken too

It was quite noticeable by all that this has affected him

Kou tires to encourage him as much as he could but that was quite hard

“I’m sorry Mitsuba... “

“I needed her in my life… I needed her with me… but I was weak. I am an idiot..!”

Tsukasa was right

He is weak

He’s a coward

He’s a blind fool that fell in love with someone who he couldn’t protect.

He always disliked supernaturals

Never once has he saw any good in them

And when he found out you had the ability to see supernaturals as well he was shocked

He would try to keep you as far away from any spirit

He didn’t trust them and would never want to see one hurt you

But unfortunately, that was hard in this situation

He was trying to slay the supernatural while protecting you

This was quite hard because you weren't an exorcist so he kept most of his attention on you

But he missed the supernatural piercings you

Teru, now pissed, killed it before it could cause any more harm to you

Once it was dead he rushed to your side picking you up in his arms

From the look of the wound he knew you weren’t going to make it...

“T-Teru… “

He knew he had to be strong

Be strong for you

He didn’t want the last thing for you to see what him grieving or yelling

He smiled gently and placed his forehead on yours and tears streamed down his face and onto your cheek

“Shhhhh, hey, it’s going to be okay. I love you so much… it will be over soon...”

He continued this until he felt your body become cold

That’s when he started to let out all his tears

He couldn’t hold a exorcist weapon without thinking about you

He hasn’t exorcised in a long time

All he thinks about is how he failed you

People at school will ask his how he is and how he is handling the death

He simply puts on a brave face

He will say that he prefers not to talk about it and they won’t push it anymore

He has always put on that brave smile when situations were bad

But now he was struggling to hold it

He cries at night looking at pictures of you on his phone

He has pictures of you hung up in his room

Since normal people don’t know about supernaturals, they just labled it as a unsolved murder

Teru was especially angered because he knows how you really died

It hurts him knowing that he failed someone so special to him

That he failed someone who he loved

#tbhk x reader #mitsuba x reader #tsukasa x reader #teru x reader #toilet bound hanako kun

[dpimagines]

The Sharpest Lives; Wade Wilson (feat. Nathan Summers) part three of [?]

PART ONE / PART TWO

author's note: In honor of the lovely @ghostlyvenus-selfships reblogging and appreciating part two, I figured I could go ahead and post part 3 a little early so she and the rest of you can meet Cable sooner.

tag list: @peculiar-persephone @fuckyouandtheboatyoucamein @yomama-umbridge @dee-vn @ghostlyvenus-selfships

same trigger warnings as parts one and two, let me know if I need to add more! <3

You eventually find yourself at Sister Margaret’s, taking shot after shot, chasing it with just enough blood to keep you high, but not enough to completely wear off the effects of the alcohol.

“Don’t be taking too many jobs of our jobs away, now,” someone remarks.

“I know, I know,” you chuckle. “Just stopping by for a drink and maybe a couple of jobs. Kinda got pissed and trashed my laptop.”

“Living with that asshole will do that to you,” Weasel scoffs from behind the bar. “Where is your handsome husband, by the way?”

“What do you get when you combine an elephant and a rhino?”

“What?” Weasel asks, bewildered by the subject change.

“Elephino!” you answer both questions, and he snickers.

“You two really are a match made in Heaven,” he sighs. “Or maybe Hell, considering you’re here when I know you’re not supposed to be. I’m cutting you off.”

“Come on, dude, at least I actually pay off my tab,” you whine.

“That is true…” he muses. “What kinda job were you hoping to take?”

“I don’t know. I hate to take the bigger jobs from these guys, but I…”

“Need something a little more? I’ve got one everybody’s too scared to touch. Edward Fredricksen. Apparently some mutie in foster care was sent to his school or whatever. Got adopted by her super rich aunt and uncle. They’ve got loads of cash, so they don’t care to sue. They just want him dead.”

“That sounds ideal. Why’s everyone so scared?”

“Well, Mr. Fredricksen is kind of a big deal. Lots of security, lots of press praising him for ‘fixing’ mutant children, that sort of thing. But, that shouldn’t be a problem for you, should it?”

“Not at all. Thanks, Weasel. Mind if I pay our friend in the basement a visit?”

“Not at all,” he obliges.

“Don’t tell Wade. He doesn’t want me drinking anymore unless he’s having one of those days,” you inform him.

“With what you two are going through? That’s just cruel,” Weasel hisses in sympathy.

“Wait,” a man at the bar you hadn’t really noticed chimes in. “When you drink that blood, you don’t feel pain?”

“Somebody’s a little late to the party,” you remark. “Yeah. It’s kind of my thing. Drink blood, heal a little and gain any special abilities of the person it came from. That’s why these guys don’t want me to come around here too often.”

“You really should stop drinking that blood. It made it harder to find you.”

“Find… Me? Wait, you’re not saying you’re… But it just started, like-“

“Yesterday?”

You nod.

“We have a lot to talk about. Mind if I accompany her down to the basement?”

“Why would I care?”

“She’s clearly not the strongest between the two of us, I could easily overpower her,” the strange man says, but he sounds angry.

The whole bar roars with laughter, you included.

“Dude, I’d rip your heart out and eat it while it was still beating before you could even lay a finger on me. We really do have a lot to talk about.”

You lead him behind the bar and down the stairs. He’s silent as you descend the creaky stairs, but too in his head to follow your lead fully. He steps through a rotted spot on one of the stairs, but you catch him in time.

“I- Eugh, what are you doing? It feels weird,” he grumbles.

“That’s what she said,” you snort. “Holding your foot up by your veins. Hemokinesis. Next time I’ll just let you fall. I should’ve.”

“Is that any way to talk to your soulmate?”

You scoff.

“Picked a real shitty time to show up. My wife just died.”

“Oh, I- I’d say I’m sorry, but I know that doesn’t do much. Mine just did, too, and the last thing I’d wanna hear is an apology. It’s kind of my fault.”

“Mine was kinda my fault, too. Watch where I step and step there, okay? I should’ve warned you,” your tone softens, and you offer him your hand. His hand is cold, and you realize it’s metal. You can feel the way your touch sends tingles through it, Francis’ blood is starting to wear off. “I- I’m sorry, what… That’s rude, uh…”

“I should’ve been paying attention to that in the first place. And it’s a virus. You won’t get it just by touching, but, uh, I wouldn’t attempt eating my still-beating heart anytime soon.”

“Noted,” you reply. “You don’t have to hold my hand, if it hurts.”

“It’s alright. It feels good more than it hurts, but… You can’t feel that, can you?”

You shake your head.

“Y/N! Is that you? Who’s that with you? Oh, please tell me it’s Wade, I’ve really missed him,” Francis taunts.

“He seems friendly.”

“He’s not. That’s why we keep him chained up down here,” you say. “I can explain later.”

You weave yourself between stacks of boxes until you’re met with Francis, restrained in every way possible. After all, it wouldn’t hurt him to dislocate his bones and get out of traditional restraints.

“Stay at least six feet away at all times,” you warn your new friend.

“Aw, Y/N, don’t be a bully, introduce me.”

“Whatever, Francis, this is…”

“Nathan.”

“This is Nathan. Nathan, this is Francis.”

“Did you get sick of Wade this quickly? Did you and Vanessa run off together and leave him? I never did understand why you two stayed, such beautiful women wasted on a slob like that.

“But, I suppose there was more benefit for you. He’s immortal! A little fuck and suck every now and then in exchange for a pint of blood doesn’t sound so bad. You just take it from me.”

Speaking of… You push the blood from a less critical vein out, letting it refill the cranberry juice bottle before sending a few drops of your own blood in his direction to seal the wound and keep him just alive enough that you can continue to do this for as long as you want.

“Wow, not even a word to defend your precious soulmate. Things really have gone down the drain. Ah… Someone finally got to her, didn’t they? You had to have known it was only a matter of time. He’s just too reckless.”

“Shut up, shitbag,” you give in and respond, but you don’t let him push you more than that.

“Oh? Really? I was just trying to see what would stick. Poor girl. I don’t feel pain, but I’ve always pitied you being stuck with that loon.”

“Is he really that bad?”

“Nathan-“ you try to warn him.

“Oh, the worst. Such a pathetic creature. You should scoop her up and take her away from all this mess. Did you know that when they met, he rejected her? Told her to buzz off. If it wasn’t for Vanessa, he wouldn’t have even given her a second glance.”

“This douchenozzle is evil, you can’t listen to a word that comes from his mouth. I was seventeen when that happened. He was just trying to keep me safe,” you defend Wade.

“He loved her more,” Francis insists. “That’s why you let her die, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t let her die, he did!” you finally snap, but then your pain melts away. You look at your hand, squeezing the heart that’s in it. “Aw, shit. Wade’s gonna be so pissed at me. Damn it. And I already like you too much to kill you like I told him I was going to. This sucks!”

“Uh… Don’t worry about it, doll. I’ve got a truck, I’ll run to the hardware store I passed on the way here to get you some buckets to put what’s left of his blood in.”

“Doll? What are you, fifty?”

“Forty-six...” he mumbles, looking a bit hurt.

“Oh, I- I should probably say I’m sorry. It’s sweet, it is, I’m just…” You squeeze Francis’s heart again, for emphasis. “Not really with the whole sympathy thing right now.”

He chuckles at that.

“I’ll be back,” he tells you, leaving you to sit with another corpse.

He comes back, but not with buckets. With jars. Lots of them.

“I just thought, y’know… Somethin’ prettier, or whatever stupid shit. I don’t know,” he grumbles, and you giggle.

“Oh, you like to play the big tough guy, but you’re a little softie, aren’t you? That’s just adorable. Thank you, this was… This is very thoughtful,” you commend him, swiftly emptying Francis’ remaining blood into the cute round jars.

“So, uh… How old are you?”

“Twenty and three-quarters!” you chirp.

“And how old is that Wade guy?” he asks.

“He’s thirty-four.”

“You’re a bit young. We all go out on a date, people are gonna assume you’re our daughter before they assume you’re our girlfriend.”

“Yeah, I guess, but soulmates are soulmates, y’know? I’m his wife. Not legally, unfortunately plural marriage isn’t legal unless everyone involved is a soulmate to at least one other person in the group, and Vanessa… She didn’t have a soulmate.”

“But it felt like she was yours, didn’t it? That’s how I feel about my wife… Felt.”

“It’s okay if you still feel it. Neither of us’ll be mad at you.”

“Thanks,” he sighs. “You’re- I think I’m glad I met you first.”

“Wade probably needs you more than I do, right now. Where’d you come from?”

“About fifty years into the future. The guy that murdered my wife, he’s just a kid, now, but… He kills somebody. It changes him. I had a different plan before but, I’ve come up with a better one…I think you can help me. That somebody he kills is Edward Fredricksen. So, all you’ve gotta do is kill him first,” Nathan says. “I assume that won’t be a problem.”

You’re still using Francis’ heart as a stress ball, and you drop it, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

He chuckles, though, before helping you put the jars of blood in an empty crate and nudging you away when you attempt to pick it up.

“We should head back up. I’ll inform Weasel of the body, he can handle it,” you decide. Nathan follows you up the stairs and you do as you said you would. Nathan places the crate carefully in the backseat.

“How’d you get here?”

“Walked from my apartment. I don’t wanna go back there, though, uh… Hm.”

“I have a hotel room. You’re welcome to stay with me, but, uh… There’s just one bed.”

“What is this, a fanfiction?” you giggle. “That’s fine, I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”

“A fan wh- Never mind. Yeah, c’mon.”

The drive is a comfortable sort of quiet, and you decide to take a moment to observe your soulmate. You haven’t really looked at him, and-

Oh no.

He’s devastatingly handsome.

You quickly look away, watching the city you reside in fade into an unfamiliar area as the moon gets higher in the sky and your pain slowly inches back in.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “That’s…”

“Yeah,” you murmur. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. You… You’re gonna feel better, one day. We both will, at least in terms of grief. But this chronic shit Wade and I have, it’s… Why you? It’s just cruel.”

“If you think Wade’s pain is bad now…” you snicker.

“What? It’s been worse?”

“Yeah, when… Francis… I don’t know if it’s my story to tell, but Wade got his powers through human experimentation. He got diagnosed with cancer, and they… Manipulated him into it. Those experiments… I woke up at midnight on my sixteenth birthday screaming, and it didn’t really stop for about… Seven months? I didn’t meet Wade until about a year after that, though.”

“And he had the nerve-“

“I was still underage.”

“All the more reason to keep you close, to protect you!” Nathan argues.

“Vanessa saw it that way, too. She convinced him to at least spend time with me, y’know, apologize, all that. But, I liked her better than I liked him, I still do, even if I love them equally,” you laugh. “Guess that should’ve been a hint that we were meant to have a third.”

“She sounds really wonderful.”

“She was,” you sigh. “I-“ you start, but you’re cut off with a sob. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Nathan murmurs. His eyes are on the road, but he offers his metal hand to you. You take it, feeling the pinpricks travel up and down.

“Maybe it’d be different if I’d gotten to say goodbye,” you confess. “Easier.”

“I know the feeling. I was out on a mission, and when I got back… Everything was ashes. My wife, my… My daughter.”

“The anniversary of when they met,” you choke out. “I- I got her a necklace. It was opal, it was her birthstone, and Wade had saved an arcade token from their first date. She got her IUD taken out. We were… We were gonna be a family,” you whimper. “I never- I’ve never had a family. And then… Wade had been late, a job, but… But those men… Why didn’t he take care of them? They… They shot me first, in the spine, and then her, and Wade gave me some of his blood, but… But why didn’t he give her mine, first? Maybe I would’ve been fine, but even if I died, it would’ve…”

“It would’ve been better than this.”

“Finally, someone understands,” you whimper. “Finally.”

“I- I understand,” he admits, but you feel a “but” coming… “But, I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad we’ve met. And I hope you don’t mind, but when I meet this Wade fella, I’m gonna have to break his fuckin’ nose. Soulmate or no, he’s put you through too much. You…” His eyes drift to your hands. “You can definitely handle yourself, but that… That doesn’t mean he shouldn’t wanna protect you.”

“His style of protecting me is what got Vanessa killed,” you remind him.

“Exactly. Those men… If I’d known about Russell, I would’ve killed him. He knew about those men, and… Laziness.”

“I guess. I just wish I’d been stronger for just a second longer, I could’ve-“

“Shot in the spine, doll. Shot in the spine,” he insists.

“I was out for a while, and then… He’d already had her cremated and sent to her family. Apparently that’s what she wanted, but-“

“That is beyond fucked. I know that Francis guy is an asshole, but he kinda had a point. You- You deserve a lot better than him, better than either of us.”

“I- Thanks. But I am a mass murderer, you picked up on that, right?”

“Sweetest mass murderer I’ve ever met,” he remarks. “Cutest, too.”

You giggle.

“Are you seriously flirting with me right now?” you ask, but you’re not angry, simply… Amused. “Might be a waste of your time, though. You’re headed back to your wifey after this, right? The whole point is saving her, and- And your daughter.”

“You’re more her type than I am. I was gonna wait to ask, but… I want you to come with me. It doesn’t have to be a relationship right away, but… Think about it.”

“I don’t see why not,” you go ahead and answer.

“I said, ‘Think about it,’”

“I’m a quick thinker,” you retort, and he scoffs, turning right to the motel parking lot.

“It’s a bit of a mess, I’m sorry. Wasn’t exactly expecting a lovely and talented assistant for this magic show,” he jokes, unlocking the door to let you both in before locking it behind him.

“You think I’m lovely?” you wonder as you take off your jacket and drape it over a chair, half-joking yourself.

“Of course I do,” he seriously answers after turning to face you.

“Jeez,” you say, because it’s all you can say, looking up at him with widened eyes and an agape mouth.

“What? It’s not like you don’t hear it all the- I’m gonna kill him.”

“Hey, he just doesn't normally use that kind of word, he still compliments me!” you insist.

“Wait… Wade, hitman, immortal, crude… Is our soulmate fucking Deadpool?!”

You shrink back, and he immediately looks remorseful.

“Uh, um… Yes?”

“I’m sorry, that just… Complicates things a little.”

“You’re tellin’ me,” you scoff, taking off your shoes.

“Right…” he sighs, tossing beer cans off the bed and into the bin, his few bits of laundry to a pile in the corner, and his weaponry into duffle bags. “You should get your beauty sleep. I gotta say, if you’re this pretty running on bitterness and fumes, I might just drop dead at the sight of you with a real smile.”

“Well, you can rest assured that that won’t be happening for a long time,” you remark, forcing the blood away from your cheeks and your heart’s beating to steady.

“That’s okay,” he says softly. “I don’t- I don’t make it a habit to bring women’s pajamas with me wherever I go, but those jeans, they don’t look too comfortable in the first place…”

“If you wanted me to undress, you could’ve just asked,” you flirt. “You could do it for me if you want.”

“I- Uh- Fuck-“

You cackle, unbuttoning your pants and chucking them at the laundry pile.

“That easy, huh? You’re almost as bad as Wade.”

“Do you want to walk?”

“Please, something tells me you’re gonna be inside him more than you are me.”

“Doubt it. You…” He gives a sigh that isn’t even really a sigh, more like blowing air. “I bet the only reason Deadpool and I could ever get along is you.”

“You’re too kind. Is it okay if I take my bra off?”

“Psh, yeah, I want you to be comfortable.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just… You should be comfortable, too.”

“Y’see? Sweetest mass murderer ever,” he reminds you. After you temporarily discard your bra, you have a realization.

“Mind if I borrow a shirt? It’s a bit, uh…” You look down at the tank top you were wearing under your jacket, nipples hard due to the air conditioner blasting. “Chilly in here.”

He looks confused before sparing a glance downwards and quickly taking off his tee shirt, giving it to you.

“I’ll turn around,” he says sharply.

“Nothing you’re not gonna see eventually,” you mumble, allowing him the excuse to peek a little before changing shirts.

“Mind if I take off my pants, too? Not the best for sleeping.”

“I don’t mind, as long as you’re wearing underwear,” you consent. He nods, discarding his pants in the same laundry pile before rejoining you in bed.

He turns the TV off before the lamp.

“Don’t be shy, now,” he teases, pulling you into his side.

“You didn’t seem the cuddling type.”

“Didn’t you say I was a secret softie?”

“I was a little less sober then,” you remind him in return.

“Fair enough,” he admits, and that’s the end of the conversation for the night.

The two of you sleep fitfully, but every time either of you wakes up, the other is there to snuggle and whisper reassurances. It’s as perfect as it can be in these circumstances, and while that’s not saying much, it says everything.

#nathan summers fanfiction #nathan summers imagine #nathan summers #nathan summers x reader #wade wilson fanfiction #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson #cable #cable x reader #cable imagine #cable fanfiction #deadpool imagine #deadpool x reader #deadpool fanfiction #deadpool 2 #deadpool

[imdisappeared]

this clip made me feel way too many things at once:

- wtf was that chat last night supposed to be? i am still a bit pissed i let them play me so easily

- at least they were stood up by constantin together and it wasn't sascha waiting alone as it looked like yesterday for a second

- the way ismail said 'MAGNESIUM' in the story was comedy gold as if THAT was the most vile thing about that stuff sascha brewed. honestly i hope the writers made that shit up randomly and it's not someone's irl hangover cure

- constantin's mailbox is revolting. why that burp? why are teenagers?

- i couldn't really read ismail's reaction when finn asked if constantin took lou home. it was slightly off to me but i might be reading too much into it

- sascha! baby! ily! fucking ray of sunshine. the joke about the rollator? the way he still went and solved the situation. icon! hero, really. that insta story was the bare minimum he deserved for saving the day. god i am so afraid for him bc i feel like he will be the inevitable collateral damage for ismail's character development and it pains me because i let him into my heart and he needs to be peotected at all cost now

- can we for a second talk about how cool it is that sascha is a craftsperson? it was about time to also show in a character what they started to bring across with carlos etc: that not everybody needs to have abi to be succesful and accomplished!

- if we stay with the possible interpretation of sascha being in love with ismail for now (and to me that plot thickens i.e. with the way he took way too long to respond after being complimented, one could even say flirted with like that): i lowkey hope ismail doesn't know. bc how they treat sascha right now is bad enough on a friend level. it's quite manipulative to do the doe eyes 'omg you are so smart and pretty and talented pls save me' thing in general, knowing the other person isn't the type to leave you hanging. but doing this being fully aware of the other person's feelings is downright taking advantage and that would be a very heavy thing to add to ismail's already very long list of things they need to work towards redemption of

- 'du liebst mich' yup think so too

- i really hope sascha does not let himself be treated too badly. i would love him actually really standing up for himself telling ismail to fuck off and ultimately make it click for them. but that's sadly not really how his character is written so i am currently assuming somebody else has to open ismail's eyes. and how the story is set up at the moment it lowkey looks like that would be ava. which i don't like. literally she has absolutely no reason to care for ismail whatsoever and that's super fair and dragging her into this making her fix things wouldn't be the best move. this is obviously just a very vague theory but i just hope it's not where this goes

- the bit at the end was hilarious!!! the mention of an accident with a dog. 'go slow i think i have to throw up.' that was too funny to me. deutscher comedy preis is next mark my words.

ultimatley i think it comes down to this: ismail - despite being all confident and cocky at times - is a deeply insecure person who needs to figure out so many things still. like 'what kind of people are good for me' and 'what do i want to be to others' (as in a bad bitch who is maybe admired but also lowkey frowned upon or a loyal, relyable friend) i think they are trying (with fatou last season and also now how they did not stay too long at the party and while not being in the perfect shape showed up to take care of the plant problem) but there are still a shitton of obstacles making it not that easy to figure out. and i think there isn't that much time before someone gets hurt (ismail themselves included)

#druck #druck s7 #druck ismail