#the speed on these is so fucked i'm sorry

[evie-sturns]

drunk - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you show up to you, and your boyfriend chris's home drunk after a girls night out. chris has to take care of you in your interesting... state.

contains: fluff, mentions of alcohol, vague mentions of throwing up, crying, swearing.

a/n: i wanted to do a little mature chris fic because i dont see enough of that, i hope you guys like this!!

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tonight started as just me and 6 other friends at a club, before i left the house chris made it very clear i need to be home before midnight.

right now its 1:30 of the next morning, my friend grace is glued to my side as i cackle, watching her twerk on the dancefloor. i drag her to the bar, throwing back several more shots.

i'm not sure what time it is, or where the other 4 of my friends are but all i know is i should probably be getting home..

"graceee" i laugh, pulling out my phone and attempting to call an uber, all the text is jumbled. a girl walks by me, i grab her arm lightly and hand her my phone, "call me an uber please babe" i say to the girl, she smiles before handing my phone back shortly after,

"its coming in 10 minutes!!" she calls out over her shoulder as she walks away.

i drag grace out of the club as we laugh about nothing, the uber pulls up and we pile inside.

-

i stumble up the front porch of chris and i's house, swinging open the front door as it hits the wall with a bang, i let out a small laugh as my heels click against the wooden planks.

"chrissy!!" i yell out a stupid nickname, chris walks out from the bathroom, hes shirtless only wearing sweatpants, which sit dangerously low.

"where the fuck have you been!" chris says, his voice serious as he grips my wrist firmly.

"uh.. club? obviously," i say with an attitude.

"drop your tone, come with me." he says, pulling me down the corridor into his room.

"sit" chris says, dragging me over to the bed and gently placing me down on the end of his bed. he gets down on his knees and starts to undo the straps of my heels, pulling them off my feet. "ow christopher!! 'fuckin hurts." i whine, folding my arms

"do you know what time it is?" chris asks, "like 10pm? can you read a clock?" i reply with an eye roll, my tone slurred.

he stands up off his knees as he looks down at me on the bed, i look to the side, chris grabs my chin,

"look at me." he says, making me look up at him with the hand on my chin. he stares into my eyes,

i erupt into tears, "your mad at me and im really really sorry but i-.. i" i say as mascara starts to flow down my flushed cheeks.

chris shakes his head, closing his eyes "i'm not mad at you sweetheart." he says, picking me up off the bed and placing me on my feet,

"you wanna know what i think?" chris asks softly, i nod my head.

"i think you've had a bit too much to drink tonight, you think so too?" he says, putting my arms in the air and lifting my mini-dress up over my head,

he walks me over to his closet, pulling out a pair of my small pyjama shorts and one of his shirts, which pulls onto me.

"you look pale baby, do you feel sick?" chris says, speed-walking me into his bathroom to get off his carpet.

"yeah." i sniffle, he sits down next to the toilet on the cold marble tiles, he pulls me onto his lap where i stay on my knees.

all of the achohol i've had tonight exits my mouth into the toilet bowl, "there we are." chris says, stroking my hair as he holds it behind my head.

"good girl, your okay." he sighs, "at least all the shots are out now" he says, standing up and walking me over to the sink, leaning me over the sink and filling up his hands with water as a cup.

he pours it into my mouth with a small laugh, i swish it around before spitting it back into the sink.

"feeling a little better?" he asks, picking me up by my ass and taking me towards his bed.

"im sorry." i say, letting my head fall forward into his bare shoulder, "don't apologise, you throwing up all the drinks you've had is much better than keeping it in okay?"

i nod, he lays me down in bed before pulling the covers up over me. leaning over me as my eyelids grow heavy.

"chris.." i say quietly, my speech still slightly slurred, "yeah?" he replies "i'm sorry for being mean" i say, chris laughs,

"dont worry about it precious." he smiles, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips,

"chris!!! i've just been sick!" i say, pulling away.

#sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo imagine #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x you

[wikiangela]

honestly the way and speed at which I went from "wait, who's Tommy? oh he's been on the show before? wait, who?" to "omg why are people obsessing over this guy already" to "I still don't really see it" in 7x03 to "oh no I love this but I don't like him calling buck evan" to "Tommy calling Buck evan is the greatest thing and I adore this so much" and to just being so fucking obsessed with him and bucktommy is so fucking insane lmao

it happened so quickly and so intensely, he won me over before he even kissed Buck istg, and then bucktommy just took up permanent residence in my brain lol

lou ferrigno jr I'm obsessed with you, sorry I ever doubted the tommy storyline lol

#tommy kinard #bucktommy #i can admit when im wrong okay 🤣 #and i was very very very wrong 🤣 #also istg i could not remember him even after googling but tbf i watched all of 911 in like a week so its all a blur 🤣 #but now im obsessed

[btslil-bbyboy]

Hazbin Baby

Pilot

Part 4 Male reader insert! Warning: Language Continuation of Part 3

“Well, this just won't do! I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up.” Alastor, holds up his cane, snapping his finger once.

A new fireplace has replaced the old tattered one.

You hold on to your mamá as the fire that puffs out scares you.

Vaggie holds you close, a hand smoothing down your back in reassurance as she watches Alastor picking up a small figure that’s covered in soot.

The figure shakes off the layer, an eye opening.

“This little darling is Niffty!” Alastor introduces, dropping the small woman.

“Hi, I'm Niffty! It's nice to meet you! It's been a while since I've made new friends! Why're you all women?” Niffty picks up Charlie with ease, surprising everyone there beside Alastor, who already knows about the lady and you, who just watches the new sinner in amusement.

“Are there any men here?! I'm sorry, that's rude. Oh, look a baby. Hi baby!” She waves at you once she puts down your mommy.

“Oooh, man! This place is filthy! It really needs a lady's touch!” Nifty looks around before crushing a spider.

“Which is weird because you're all ladies, no offense. Oh, my gosh! This is awful!” She speed cleans throughout the hotel a feather duster in hand.

“Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!” She spots a roach, stabbing it with a sewing pin before dipping to clean more.

You watch the small lady scurrying around, the popsicle in your hand finally dropping from its thin stick. The sound of your sugary treat seems to capture the lady’s attention as she runs up and cleans the floor before looking up at you.

“Hey!” Vaggie yelps as Niffty snatches you down and starts to wipe you off with a rag.

Startled, you squirm around but the little sinner doesn’t budge at your effort.

“Dirty baby. Be clean.” She states, nodding once she deems you clean, running off.

“I ain't doing no fucking charity job.”

A new voice snaps your attention from the little sinner.

“Well, I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment! With your charming smile and welcoming energy, this job was made for you! Don't worry my friend, I can make this more welcoming! ...If you wish.” Alastor reveals a bar that doesn’t match the hotel but it seems new and improved. Not only that, his magic reveals a bottle of alcohol on top of the counter once he’s done messing with Husk.

“What? You think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze?! Well, you can!” Husk goes to grab the bottle, already tired of arguing with the redhead.

“Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! No! No bar, no alcohol! This is supposed to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of mouth…brothel…man cave! Plus we have a baby in the vicinity.” Vaggie stands in front of the bar before Angel pushes her away.

“SHUT UP! SHUT! UP! We are keeping this!” Angel leans on the counter, flirty eyes racking up the gloomy cat sinner.

“Hey~”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Only if you watch me.” Angel quickly replies, eyes fluttering at the man.

Seeing a new place to venture, you run behind the counter.

“Shit!” Husk cursed out in surprise as he spilled his booze when you ran in between his legs.

“So, whaddaya think?” Alastor asks, watching Charlie with a sharp eye.

“This is amazing!” She replies, rubbing her cheeks excitedly.

“It's... okay.” Vaggie shrugs, not wanting to show how impressed she is as she grabs you from behind the counter of the bar.

“Hahaha! This is going to be very entertaining!” Alastor brings the little family of three together.

#male reader #x male reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin vaggie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin niffty #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin husk

[bellezaycafe]

sunsets and self doubt (and words left unspoken) - 3

Main AO3 tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, 2024 Formula 1 Season

Sadie's Faceclaim: Maia Mitchell (but you can visualise her howver you want :) )

warnings: lots swearing, major car accident, mentions of broken bones, blood and hospitals. A lot of shit happens. Limited knowledge of Silverstone or how the structure of their emergency response on track works.

comments: ...prepare for pain. I'm not sorry. I did speak to a doctor friend, and Sadie continuing with her injuries is plausible.

“Fuck me, it’s a bit cold,” Sadie complained to the middle-aged paramedic beside her.

“Is it too cold for the Australian kid?” Mark laughed.

Sadie turned to him, looked up and frowned. “Not a kid, fuck you.”

Mark laughed again and tried to pat her on the head, which Sadie swatted away.

“Let’s just hope today’s race is dry,” he said after a moment.

Sadie nodded, stray wisps of her dark brown hair loosely flying around her face in the breeze.

Silverstone, in June, was the same temperature as Sadie’s home town in September, just leaving winter into spring.

“This is not summer weather,” she whined.

“You volunteered, kid,” Mark reminded her.

“I know, I know.”

“Where have they placed you?”

“Medics at turn 13. That’s Stowe, right?”

“Yeah. It can be a dangerous one. But you’re with my older brother Keith, so you’ll be fine.”

"How is it in the wet?"

"Worse, but the drivers are in safe hands."

----$----

Sadie paced as she watched 18 -Pierre Gasly and Oscar Piastri had sent each other out early in the race- of the best drivers in the world speed past.

“Sadie,” Keith called, “you should sit down.”

“I’m more anxious when I sit,” she replied without taking her eyes off the track. The track that was getting wetter and wetter as the minutes passed.

"Mark said to let you pace and I will, but nothing is going to happen," the grey-haired man reassured.

Sadie sent him a kind smile but didn't reply out loud.

It was a good thing she didn’t. They might have missed it.

Two Red Bulls, the McLaren and a Mercedes flew into view. The McLaren, Lando Norris' McLaren, clipped the back wheel of Lewis Hamilton's Mercedes, sending a shower of debris into the misting rain.

Lando's car spun twice and then slammed into the wall side on. Lewis spun once but managed to pull his car to a stop in the gravel before it could collide with anything.

Sadie was out the door, pulling on her mandatory helmet and grabbing a first aid kit before Keith was out of his chair.

"Go to the McLaren!" Keith shouted to her as he followed with another kit. "I'll take Hamilton!"

She didn't acknowledge his order but followed it without hesitation. She jumped the barrier, her gaze locked on the fluro-yellow helmet. The helmet that was barely moving.

"Norris," she shouted as she reached the car. "Are you okay?"

"No!" His voice came as a strangled croak, barely loud enough for her to hear him.

She dropped the first aid kit and grabbed the steering wheel he was holding out.

"You will be, we're here." She stated. "Can you get out?"

Sadie didn't breathe as Norris cried out. "My foot!" he wailed. "My ankle!"

"Okay, take a deep breath, Norris. Push yourself up with your arms. You're strong, mate. Push."

She didn't know what she was saying. She was running on instinct and adrenaline. Purely, instinct and adrenaline.

Get them off the track, Mark's voice rang in her head. Get them somewhere safe.

The driver hoisted himself onto the halo and Sadie saw his ankle bent at an unnatural angle. She couldn't let it show on her face.

"Alright, Lando swing to me. Swing around."

He did so, wobbling dangerously.

"Drop onto your right foot, I'm here."

Cars sped past, the flag only yellow.

Lando didn't drop onto his feet, he fell from the car and into Sadie. She was lucky she had braced herself as she caught him.

He screamed in pain as his ankle hit the ground.

"Lando, my name is Sadie. I've got you now, do not put your left foot on the ground. I'm gonna get you to the medical tent."

"Sadie? Melbourne Sadie?" He whimpered. He couldn't stop making small sounds of pain.

She opened his visor, met his watercolour eyes. She knew her helmet had no visor, knew he could see her eyes. 

"Yes, Lando, it's Melbourne Sadie. I've got you now, we've got to get you off the track."

She hauled his left arm over her shoulders and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Walk with me Lando. That's it, with your right foot. Good. You're gonna be okay, mate. It's just a scratch."

Sadie still hadn't registered what she was saying, or the fact that Lando was leaning almost all of his weight on her.

Her head snapped up at the sound of approaching cars. With hands firmly on his waist, Sadie slipped out from under his left arm and placed herself under his right.

She put herself between him and the oncoming cars. She didn't know what might happen, hadn't thought about it. She hadn't thought at all.

It was Yuki Tsunoda’s RB that struck the McLaren or Mercedes debris. More debris flew through the rain, something off all three cars. Sadie pulled Lando tighter into her and shielded him as she continued to pull him towards the closest exit.

Pain tore through Sadie's adrenaline. Her right side, both arm and leg. She stumbled, barely, but right herself and Lando cried out in pain again.

She knew two things and two things alone; do not stop and do not let the pain stop you.

"I've got you Lando, you're going great. Keep going!"

"Sadie," he whimpered. "Fuck. My ankle, Sadie, my car."

"I know, Lando, I know. You're going to be okay. Your car will be fine, you will be okay."

"Fuck," he whimpered again.

"Keep going, pretty boy. Don't put that left foot on the ground. You're gonna be okay."

More hands joined hers and pulled Lando over the barrier. She didn't register who it was, only that he was on the other side and being treated. She heard a lot of swearing, she heard someone call her name.

She looked up to see Lando staring at her leg. He was lying on an ambulance stretcher.

"Sadie," he croaked, his eyes rising to hers.

She didn't look down, a part of her knew she didn't want to know. Sadie kept his eye contact as she tried to stand upright. "I'm okay, Lando. I'm okay." She reassured.

Someone stepped into her line of sight and she lost view of his face. They hauled him into the waiting ambulance.

"Fuck, kid." She recognised that voice.

She turned, limped around to face Mark.

"Mark, Lando he's -" He recognised her voice, just as she had his. She was still wearing the medic's helmet.

"Sadie, your leg. You've-" He stepped forwards and pulled a chair with him.

"I don't know," she whispered. She couldn't be louder, she tried to say it louder but it was the same whispered, "I don't know. I haven't looked."

The paramedic rushed to her, placing the chair beneath her as her right leg gave out.

"Don't look," he muttered. "You're gonna be okay, but you can't look."

Someone handed him gauze and bandages. Another handed him saline and scissors.

Lewis, instantly recognisable in the black suit, stepped into Sadie's quickly narrowing line of sight.

"Oh my god," he exclaimed.

When Sadie saw him, she remembered what she'd done. She thought about what she'd done.

The crash. Catching Lando. Essentially dragging him off the track. Putting herself between him and the cars. Her leg. She didn't know the damage but her leg was on fire.

"Sir," she breathed. "Lewis, my helmet, please."

"Oh my god, kid. They're gonna look after you, okay?" He dropped to his knees next to her, leaving his own helmet in the dust.

"I know," she croaked as he undid the straps at her chin. "It's not that. The media- Lewis, hide me from the media. Please."

That's when Lewis recognised Sadie. Her brown hair was plastered to her pale face. Her dark eyes were wide with fear.

"Oh shit. Okay kid, yeah. They'll never know your name, they'll never see your face. I swear it, Sadie. I promise."

Someone handed her a green piece of plastic. The green whistle. Pain relief, and a very strong one.

Her last words before the high kicked in were, "Lewis, please. No reports, no one can know it was me."

Needless to say, the rest of the day was a blur. She barely remembered the ambulance ride, getting the piece of Formula One car embedded in her thigh taken out or the stitches in her arm and leg.

It was all over the news.

Medic gets stabbed with shrapnel while helping driver Lando Norris.

Norris out of Silverstone GP: The Medic Who Saved Him.

Two in hospital after dangerous crash at Silverstone.

But Sadie's name was never written. Every reporter was baffled at the disappearance of her identity.

----$----

Lewis had gone to Max that evening, before the winner had the chance to go out.

"It was the Melbourne volunteer," he'd told him in his hotel room. "The medic in hospital, it was Sadie."

Max's face snapped towards Lewis. He'd been making Lewis a coffee, but it was abandoned.

"What happened? Is she okay?"

Lewis shrugged, shadows passing over his face. "I don't know, man. I- Her leg was bad."

"Fuck," Max muttered. "How did it happen?"

Lewis rubbed his face with his hands. "I don't know that either. I didn't see it. It's what happens now that I want to talk about. I need your help."

Max froze. Lewis knew why, he'd never asked Max for help before. They were friendly, finally, but they weren't close.

"She begged me, Max, begged me, to keep her name out of the media. So far, so good but I need your influence in the paddock. You still have the unpredictable 'Mad Max' reputation to some people. I need you to use it."

He nodded and there was an understanding between the champions. Sadie had protected their friend, maybe saved his career if some of the initial reports were true, and it was their turn to protect her.

"I don't know why she was so desperate. She was begging me. She had a piece of fucking metal sticking out of her goddamn leg and she was begging me to hide her from the media."

"It doesn't matter," Max stated. His eyes were dark as he searched his contacts for a name. "It doesn't get out. Her name appears nowhere."

They would protect her.

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#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 x oc #lando norris #max verstappen #lewis hamilton #f1 2024 #sunsets and self doubt

[mattsturniolosmuse]

Talk To Me

Johnny Cade x Fem! Reader

Summary: You've been dating Johnny for 3 months. You've never talked in front of the gang; you are selectively mute. You hate talking, you're scared people will judge you based off of what you say. One day, you're sticking up for yourself and Johnny, and hearing your voice turns him on. Turns out you are a lot louder than you give up to be.

Warnings: Smut, p in v, oral (fem receiving), sub! reader, dom! johnny, unprotected sex, dirty talk, use of pet names

"What do you guys think?" Darry asks the gang, following his question of 'what icecream should we get for Ponyboy's birthday?'

Most of the gang replied with chocolate. When it came to you, you shrugged.

"That's alright, angel, just point to the colour." Johnny says, grabbing some crayons off of the kitchen counter. You point at the pink one.

"Strawberry?" He asks. You nod. The votes came out as 5 for chocolate and 2 for strawberry.

"I'm going to take a smoke." Johnny says, stepping outside. You follow him, grabbing the cigarette out of his hand that he offered you. He lights it.

"How you been doin?" Johnny asks you. You nod in response.

"Good? That's good." Johnny says, pausing.

"You can talk to me. I won't judge you, I promise." He says, looking at you wearily. You shake your head.

"No? That's ok." He says, dissapointed.

"I'll bet your voice is really pretty." He says, stomping out his cigarette.

You shake your head again. It ain't.

"Want to go to Dairy Queen?" Johnny asks you. You get up, signalling that you would like him to. He locks his fingers with yours. He admires your face. He's always loved it.

Your e/c eyes that were so full of fear, but lit up whenever someone talked about something you enjoyed. Your cheeks were always rosy, especially when it was cold. Your lips were often coated in your favourite lip gloss; an orange flavour. He found himself thinking about your lips. About how he had never heard a word fall out of them.

"You're so pretty, angel." Johnny says to you, squeezing your hand. You blush.

The roar of an engine cracks Johnny out of his fantasizing about you. He looks behind him, and turning the corner, is a blue mustang. His heart starts hammering in his chest. He grips your hand tighter.

"So, uh- how was your day?" He asks, realizing you haven't noticed the mustang, and not wanting to scare you.

You shrug. The mustang speeds up.

"Sorry, angel, but we gotta run." Johnny says, dragging you with him. You guys try to outrun the vehicle, but, it being a vehicle, it was impossible. You trip on a rock and fall.

"Angel. Fuck. I'm sorry." Johnny says as one of the soc's grab his arm, the other one grabbing yours.

"Hey, pretty girl. I've seen you around school. You know who I am?" The soc asks you, scraping hair out of your face with his blade. Tears are silently pouring down your face as you shake your head.

"Leave her alone, man, please." Johnny says, struggling to get the words out with a blade to his own throat.

"Come on, pretty girl. Talk. I know you can." The soc says into your ear, squeezing your thigh gently.

No. No, no no. You think to yourself.

"Fine. If you won't talk, we'll take it out on your boyfriend here." The soc says, and Johnny got a punch to the stomach. More tears splash onto your face.

"NO! STOP! LEAVE HIM ALONE!" You scream. The soc is so surprised, he let's go of your arm.

"Angel..." Johnny says, looking up at you in shock.

"Come on guys, let's get out of here." The soc says, and him and his buddies pile back into the car and drive away.

You look back to Johnny. He's on the floor, propped up on his elbows.

You grab his hand and stand him up. "Let's go back." You say.

Johnny is suddenly aware of the tent in his pants. He'd never here you speak a word out of those pretty lips, and it made him crazy.

"Yeah. Ok." Johnny says, limping beside you, still in shock.

>>>><<<<

"What happened?"

"Are you OK, Johnnycakes?"

"Why is he limping, Y/N?"

These were some of the questions that were fired at you when you got back to the Curtis house. You shrug. Johnny heads upstairs, and you sit on the couch.

You are munching (sorry) on popcorn, when Johnny calls to you.

"Hey, angel, can you come here a sec?" Johnny asks you. You get up, placing the popcorn bowl down on the coffee table.

You enter the guest room, closing the door behind you, and Johnny is sitting on the bed, shirtless. A bruise had begun on his side.

You sit beside him and place your hand on the bruise, your other hand cupping his cheek.

"I'm glad you talked." Johnny whispers, his eyes flicking towards your lips then back up to your eyes. You smile, kissing him gently. The whole motion sent fireworks going off inside your stomach. His lips were soft; and they tasted like cigarettes and vanilla.

Johnny gently places you down on the bed, crawling over you, your lips not leaving eachothers.

Johnny tilts his head to deepen the kiss, and you feel a wet spot growing in your panties as Johnny's knee rubs against your crotch. You whimper quietly as you feel Johnny's tongue brush your lower lip.

You open your mouth, and Johnny's tongue clashes against yours. Johnny moans at the contact, and he slides his hands down your waist and into your shirt.

He begins to squeeze your chest gently, fondling the nipples in between his fingers.

"J-johnny..." You moan. You saying Johnny's name just turned him on more.

"I need you, angel." Johnny says, pulling away from you, his lust clouded eyes piercing into yours. You nod, pulling his black shirt over his head. He kisses you again, and you mess up his hair with your hand. Your other hand trails his stomach, over his slight abs and chest.

Johnny removes your jean jacket and the top underneath, and you unclasp your bra. Johnny groans and stares at you. You blush, averting his eyes, but he grabs your chin and makes you look at him.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, baby." Johnny says, attaching his lips to your left breast while kneading the other. You moan loudly.

He leaves gentle kisses all the way down to your black jeans. He looks up at you for permission, and you nod.

He unbuttons them, sliding them down your legs along with your panties. Johnny bites his lip at the sight of your pussy, his cock throbbing. Your pussy was dripping into the mattress, and he tried so hard to stop himself from rutting into the mattress. He wanted to save himself for you.

He places a gentle kiss to your clit, and your let out a small moan, tangling your hands in Johnny's hair as he flattens his tongue against your pussy.

"Johnny!" You moan out, causing him to go faster. He flicks his tongue in and out of your hole, licking up all of your slick.

"You taste so good, baby." Johnny moans against your clit. It sends vibrations through you, and you throw your head back. The knot in your stomach tightens.

"Johnny, close." You moan, blushing. Johnny pushes his face further into you as you release. His face is dripping with what was a mixture of your slick, cum and his saliva. The sight made you wet all over again.

Johnny wipes his face off with a blanket, and cowers over you again, kissing you gently. You can taste yourself on his tongue.

"Ready? If you want me to stop, just squeeze my hand, and I'll pull out." Johnny says, lacing his fingers with yours. You nod.

He pushes his tip in, and you throw your head back. You squeeze your eyes shut from pain and pleasure. Johnny bottoms out, and begins to thrust in and out of you slowly. You tried to keep your moans in, but it was impossible.

Johnny buries his face in your neck, kissing and sucking hickeys into the skin.

"J-johnny..." You moan, clenching around him. He picks up his pace, his hips pistoning into you at an alarming rate. The only sounds that can be heard are skin clapping and moans that fell from Johnny's mouth and occasionally yours.

"Baby, you feel so good. So tight." Johnny says, kissing you on the lips. His tongue finds yours immediately and you bite it. Johnny groans.

"Close." You moan, clenching down on him.

"Yeah. Come on. Come on my dick, baby. Show me how good I make you feel." Johnny says, bringing you closer to release. You never thought you'd ever hear those words come out of him.

You cum around him, and he thrusts a few more times before pulling out and releasing on your stomach.

"God. I love you, angel." Johnny says, trying to catch his breath.

"Me too." You whisper. You hear a knock on the door, and Johnny scrambles to grab a blanket to cover you.

"Y-yes?" Johnny calls. The door opens and Dally steps into the room.

"You know, if y'all are gonna fuck, find a place that maybe doesn't have 6 other people in it." He says with a smirk. You blush, hiding in Johnny's neck.

This was so much fun to write! Thank you to the anon who requested it. Keep the requests coming!

#johnny cade #the outsiders #x reader #dallas winston #the gang #se hinton #outsiders

[dinogoofymutated]

Enemies to lovers! Quicksilver/GN!Reader

So no one requested this but I can't get it out of my head so it's going here!! I absolutely love quicksilver in the comics and the animated shows but most of his content is from the movies. I'm not complaining! But I wanted to branch that out a bit lol. I guess you can imagine almost any Pietro, but I was picturing his personality from Wolverine and the X-men. Haven't seen it in a while so forgive me if this is OOC.

This is set pre-dead professor. I might have also gotten a little carried away with this one, lol, and there will be a part 2! Fights and stuff are kept super vague for my mental health sorry if it's shitty.

-ps- someone let me know if Pietro's super speed counts for swimming too??

TWS: Tlasophobia (possibly?) Almost drowning. Dehydration, wounds.

You weren't sure if you considered Quicksilver an enemy, a rival, or an arch-nemesis, but the one thing you did know was that Pietro Maximoff was the most annoying motherfucker on the planet. Seriously! As part of the X-men, he seemed to always be in your way in every major fight.

What didn't help was that you were a speedster in your own right- well, not on land that is. The same gene that blessed others with powers beyond comprehension turned you into... a fish? Sure, you were fine on land, able to blend in with regular humans, but the moment you hit the water you were completely different. Gills, fins, the works. And you were fast. Really fucking fast.

Now when you first met Pietro while on a mission, he was being a snarky bastard. Can't catch me this, too slow that, ha! The guy may be able to run on water, but he's clumsy when he's in it. You're sure you have his face memorized from the time you caught up with him beneath the waves, tugging on his ankle and pulling him into the sea. His eyes practically bulged out of his head when realized what had happened. Of course, you're sure his face was even funnier when he watched you speed off into the depths, having neutralized him for the moment.

Every fight after that turned into a contest. Who can beat who where, Who stranded the other first, easily taking them out of the battle quickly and efficiently. Things like that. The professor had to remind you sometimes that the goal is to protect others, protect humanity, not quarrel with Quicksilver. You knew that, of course. You're thankful for the professor and what he's trying to do- but every time you saw Pietro's stupid arrogant smile you just got so- aggravated!

That being said, just because he aggravated you, didn't mean you wanted him dead. In fact, fate would keep pulling the two of you together in the least expected ways.

First, it was you, saving him from a sinking ship. He had slipped and managed to knock himself out during the fight, you having found him while trying to ensure everyone was off the boat. You were conflicted at first, knowing he was your enemy but not wanting to leave him to drown. In the end, you had grabbed him. The problem was that he wasn't breathing when you made it to the shore.

Some aggressive CPR and a few broken ribs later, he was coughing up water from his lungs. You, surprisingly, were at his side, holding him steady. Pietro was confused at first, letting you help him sit up as he coughed his lungs out, but his expression completely changes when he looks up and realises who's been holding him up. He makes an incredulous face at first, then rising to his feet in a split second, although not without swaying. He eyed you suspiciously as you stood to face him.

"You shouldn't be moving so fast straight away. I'm sure I broke a few ribs trying to get you back." You said. He sets a hand on his side wincing as he Most likely prods at a few bruises.

"Why did you...?" He can't seem to finish the scentace, and you simply shrug. You couldn't leave him there. As annoying as he was, you wouldn't wish a death by drowning on anyone. You're pretty sure you'd have saved him in any other circumstances as well, but you choose not to think about that right now. His face of confusion morphs into slight seriousness, and when he looks back to the ocean to see the Brotherhood is long gone he stands for a moment. You can almost see the gears whirring in his head, and reach out to take his arm.

"Look, I get that you recover fast and all, but you should really take it easy-" Before you finish your scentace, you've been shoved back into the sand dune. Pietro is standing further away from you than before, arms crossed as the sand settles from his quick movement. You stare at him in shock.

"Your loss." He says, sticking his tongue out before speeding off and across the water, kicking up sand in your face as he does so. UGH! Even when you go out of your way to be nice, He's a dick!

Despite him being a straight up asshole the last time you saw him, it's safe to say something between you has changed. You couldn't quite place it, but you could see it in the way you would fight. What would have been brutal punches shifted to major inconveniences, like handcuffing you to a railing and things like that. Incapacitating you without dragging you further into the fight. In fact, he hadn't even snatched you up to run and drop you off hours away from the fight for a while. Beforehand, he loved to strand you somewhere land-locked, forcing you to wait until the X-men came to pick you up. Sometimes it would take days for them to get to you, so you were almost always on guard, staying close to or in the water so he couldn't catch you.

You had gotten used to the new Quicksilver, and what used to be a rock-solid defence and begun to crumble. That was your mistake. The next time you saw Pietro, there most definitely a shift in the air. This fight was going to be brutal, but you and the team had prepared for it. You thought you had anyway. But with your friends getting injured, the fight dragging on, taking a turn for the worse, you were genuinely beginning to fear for everyone's lives.

It wasn't long after that relvation that your head was spinning, and you were being plopped down on a gritty, sandy surface.

"Sorry babe, you'll thank me later!" You clench your jaw at the sound of his voice, catching the sight of sandy dunes as you tried to turn around to rip into the man.

"Pietro!-" Your venomous words were cut off as a blur of silver rushes off, kicking up a gust of wind and leaving you stranded. Worse than stranded, you would say. Pietro had left you in a desert. A bright, dry, hot ass desert. And it was not going well for you.

Not only did you have no clue where you were going, but you were beginning to realize that you were in a really bad position. It was like every drop of moisture was being sucked out of your body. Your mouth felt dry and cottony, exhaustion setting in a little too easily. You were dizzy, dehydrated, and hopelessly lost. The sun had no mercy for you. Eventually, you have to lie down, doing your best to stay awake and not fall asleep, worrying about the worst, but eventually your drooping eyes win over your will to remain awake.

The sun is starting to set when you wake up, throat dry as a bone, both sickly and exhausted. You can hear the sound of something approaching, and do your best to sit up on your knees, doubling over for a moment before forcing your body to love. A pair of legs step right in front of you as you do.

"Wow, You look terrible." Quicksilver says, and if you didn't know any better, you would almost say he looks concerned. You don't have the energy to roll your eyes or speak to him at the moment, stars flickering in your eyes as you start to sway. You start to teeter, before you're snatched off the desert sand, Pietro having caught you and scooped you up into his arms.

"Worse than terrible, actually." He mumbles this time. His concern is clear now, face close enough to your own for you to properly see him. You scoff, or at least attempt to.

"You... left an aquatic mutant... in the middle of the desert. What were you expecting?" You say, having to pace yourself. You're fully leaning your head against his shoulder now, not having the energy to keep your head up anymore. You can feel him suck in a breath and tense up as you begin to go limp against him. His hold tightens up on you before he takes off running.

You've always been accustomed to extreme speeds, at least mostly, but the combination of how ill you feel and his sudden stop makes you want to puke. You can't bear to open your eyes at the moment, choosing instead to bury your face in Quicksilver's shoulder. You're sure he's taken you to some random place to leave you to die, but he sets you down on something soft and cushioned.

"...Where-?"

"You're in the mansion." He says quickly, cutting you off. You stare at him in disbelief as he stands back up, and you realise he's taken you to the medbay. You and Pietro make eyecontact for a moment, both wondering what to say. Eventually, you watch as pietro moves across the room to purposely set off the alarm, which you know for a fact he knew how to avoid. He turns back to you, winking as he readies himself to speed off again.

"See you soon, slowpoke." He says. You make a face at him and he laughs. In a blink, he's gone, just as the doors bust open, Beast running in frantically, with the professor rolling close behind him.

You cant quite figure out this man. Normally, he'd just leave you to fend for yourself. He's never come back to get you before. Why would he do it then? At first you were sure he put you out in the desert as a deliberate attempt to leave you for dead, but now? He seemed genuinely concerned for you, and you're not sure how to feel about that.

In the end, only Pietro knew why he came back. Or did he? Maybe he was just as confused and conflicted as you were.

Only time would tell.

#x men 97 #x men #x men comics #x men 97 x reader #x men headcannons #quicksilver #quicksilver x reader #pietro maximoff #pietro maximov #pietro maximoff x reader #quicksilver headcannons #x men headcanons #wolverine and the x men

[ssstrawberryflowers]

well this morning as I woke up from a 4 or so hour night of sleep i had the brilliant idea of trying to fight Gabriel in 3-2 on Violent while listening to a youtube video, with no in-game music, relatively low in-game master sound and without having actually beaten him (on Violent) after having spent over three hours and a half exclusively trying to kick his ass a few days ago.

so. uhm. yeah. drew how it felt (while also remaining as vague as i could as to not upset anyone lol)

this was both surprisingly hard but also relatively quick? in a weird sort of way? idk girl

screenshots below if you care lol

the 3h30 hour attempt proof (i quit at fucking 3 am my wrists were sore as fuck)

the one successful attempt (was surprisingly quicker than expected)

so uh. yea. laughed really loudly when i did beat him and when he called me an insignificant fuck again. 11/10 will do again.

#my favorite thing to do in ultrakill (aside from bullying V2 into oblivion) is dying to my own projectile boosts <33 #really though i'm sorry this is yet another stupid post and not actual art i just thought this was kinda funny; art is being made i promise #shredding through his health in his first phase is actually really easy i think; it just gets real hard once he goes angy #like just send four coins in the air and hit them with the railcanon (except i was too dumb to do a proper railcoin because ah eto bleh) #but his swords dance attack when he enters his second phase as well as his increased speed are really hard to figure out #also his timings are so different from standard!!! somehow i could parry some of his slashes but almost none of his light hatchets!! #what the fuck!!!! aaaaaa #really though beating Gabriel again was actually fun as hell fr #oh yeah the video i was listening to was a woman commenting on a “healthy christian sex course” while also giving advice and stuff #chose it cause it was almost four hours long and i didn't know how much it might take me to beat Gabe (also cause irony) #(my sense of humour is busted as fuck and really bad and im sorry) #ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #hb talks #dumb shit #shitpost #←i think. maybe #again if you read through all of this shit i love you <3

[nyxqueenofshadows]

so officially finished kiwami 2, majima saga aside which won't take long. ignore how this isn't a screenshot, this was easier

i'm just gonna dump the thousand words or so of thoughts i put in my fic doc here for posterity and anyone who might get a kick out of reading them. lots and lots of messiness, vague spoilers for rgg online plus one itsy bitsy reference to the stage play

hot take that there were maybe some redeemable elements in the last bit (mainly all the times kaoru and ryuji talk to each other) but so much of it is so fucking stupid and full of HE WOULD NOT DO THAT (mainly kiryu). idk. i don’t hate it but it needed some work

interesting things learned tho, ryuji didn’t expect to live long, he says he made it further than he was expecting. as we now know from rggo, he already knew about his jingweonha connection and was actively ignoring it (which is why terada marks him for death in the first place. slot han in here?) and remembered the night where his father died (despite being like 2 at the time, at most). kiryu also reiterates that he sees nishiki in ryuji, which i think is fair (and the stage play people clearly agreed). ‘the least i can do is honour a man like that’ is an interesting attitude to have. also ryuji is like ‘i see why my sister fell fer ya’ which is not quite the japanese line (ish) but it’s also not the straightest thing he’s ever said. ryuji also very clearly would have doted on kaoru quite a lot, if they’d lived together as children or otherwise, and i really think we missed out on seeing more of them. maybe i’m just soft for that kind of thing.

i feel like a more interesting conundrum would have been both ryuji and kiryu being wounded from their fight, delaying it again (cos they’d done it once no reason not to do it again) but neither are moving the way they should and (believing the bomb is real) kaoru has to pick one to carry and one to leave behind. (maybe halfway down the stairs or smth?) it wouldn’t be especially original but it would make more sense imo. her going down the lift does nothing but slow her down (ig she has access to the controls and doesn’t use them for hashtag drama reasons) which i don’t think fundamentally changes her position that much from before the second ryuji fight. it also gives her smth to fucking do that isn’t just crying and grabbing fences and doing that dumbfuck charge that i don’t think she would have done (her gun hadn’t gone far! then again i have hindsight and am thinking clearer than she is). anyway kiryu pushes her to take ryuji (guilt over nishiki?) and locks them in the lift thingy and sends them down, fully ready to die now. his and ryuji’s wounds mirror each other but i feel like kiryu got the shorter end of the stick? plus he was shot slightly earlier so has been bleeding for longer.

i cannot say this enough, kiryu would not leave ryuji. like, he just wouldn’t. if there was even a chance he was still alive, he would make sure he got to someone or he would at least try. he’s at his most inactive in cutscenes in kiwami 2 (i think) and it’s frustrating as a player asdfghjkl

ALSO if sudo and date and haruka went to the effort of preparing and going up in that helicopter, why didn’t they also prepare a rope?? or smth to rescue people who were on top of the tower???? they clearly knew there was a bomb up there (beforehand or not is unclear but we don’t see them have a conversation about it) and want kiryu and co. to leave. (and not MAKE OUT ON A ROOFTOP they were really going at it huh, ryuji’s ?corpse? is right fucking there guys oh and goda jin’s? he sort of vanishes from that last bit)

also it would have been kind of funny if, while there was still that ten minutes, everyone sprinted for the stairs and made it down and they’re waiting for the building to blow and when it inevitably doesn’t they’re all just standing there checking their watches like is it late? did smth break? who wants to be the sucker and go check? can we call an ambulance for the two idiots? majima is down in the construction yard i think so he’d probably send nishida, maybe?

idk kiryu has no interest in kaoru to me. he treats her no differently to anyone else aside from the two times they kiss, both of which feel very out of character for him, and that romance subplot takes away any and all girlboss power kaoru had. she went from beating men up and threatening them with bokuto and shit to like, i love man, so sad. (they knew each other like a week!!!!!! and they’re dying for each other!!!! give me a break!!!!!) that’s not to detract from the awful fucking week she has of learning who her family are (some racism in there??? i’m not qualified to speak on that, maybe it’s just the gang thing, ) and then watching literally all of them die one after another. except mama, she’s fine and never appears again. it’s very much aiming for a ‘she can be a ‘woman’ (i.e. be emotional and like cute things and not try and match the locker room attitude of the men) and also take names’ but it doesn’t succeed at that at all. from kiryu’s conversation with her on their little date thing (which is cute, i’ll give it that) he was telling her to be true to herself, right? it's his go to line. which suggests that her kicking dudes in the face a lot and working incredibly hard (she’s a prodigy, in multiple fields! this doesn’t get explored enough) is NOT her true self, the one who plays with teddy bears and falls in love is. which, again, not that those two things can’t co-exist, but the game doesn’t allow them to either. just, ah. more wasted woman potential in a yakuza game. yayoi gets the same treatment :((( you gave me two step on me yakuza ladies and dropped the ball on both of them, come on guys. hopefully she gets to live a little in 8.

#me #ryu ga gotoku #i don't think i made a post like this for kiwami? #pretty sure i did for 0 #anyway #thoughts on the game as a whole #i had fun #it has its issues but i definitely had a better time overall with it than kiwami #the side content was more my speed #cabaret minigame my beloved i did the whole thing in one straight shot #took me like a week and a half #also liked clan creator cos it was pretty funny in a dumb relaxing kind of way #tho the karaoke selection was kinda mid imo #zetsubouchou pride? banger #everything else (new to me)? meh #weirdest thing about the majima saga is watching majima do kiryu's animations #smth about that fucks with my brain #this is so long i'm so sorry #not queued

[aceofwhump]

I have several Superman & Lois gifsets saved in my drafts and I just noticed that tumblr has already changed them from gifs to mp4s. MOTHERFUCKER!!!

I have xkit’s vanilla videos turned on because I hate videos autoplaying so now I can tell exactly which posts have been forcibly turned into mp4 videos instead of the gifs I uploaded. Because it’ll look like this: 

Note that if you have this or anything like it turned on the “gifs” will not auto play or loop. I have to click play for them to work and I have to keep clicking play every time it ends. I’m fucking furious. FURIOUS!

I’m sorry but I am not going to upload my gifs if they are just going to be forcibly turned into mp4 files. That’s not what I created. I created gifs. I’d like them to stay as gifs. Mp4 files are very different formats. I didn’t want to make an mp4. This is so upsetting. Why does this site hate gifmakers so much.

Also, now my desktop dashboard is just full of this. If i have it so that videos do not autoplay because I can not stand videos that just play, then my entire dashboard looks like this. Unplaying videos that were meant to be gifs. So now I have to choose between actually seeing gifs move or being hit with videos playing when I don’t want them to. 

I hate this.

#i'm so upset about this #like irrationally so #i know it probably makes more sense to do this or whatever #but i make gifs #i want my gifs to stay gifs #i don't like this #i'm so so upset about this #mod post #not whump #gifmaking #sorry for all the whining followers #i'm just upset and this affects this blog greatly #seeing as how i run a fandom gif making blog #i don't know #maybe mp4s are better when it comes to speed or website sourcing or whatever #all i know is that i am a gifmaker whose gifs are being fucked with #i try to keep my ranting to my main blog to keep this space positive and light for myself and my followrs #but this generally upsets me a lot and affects this blog greatly

[gender-euphowrya]

those arms that fucking yoink and yeet you and sap your hearts fuck off???

#totk btw #like i spotted a patch of gloom and it seemed to be moving so i was like??? fuck is that #and then the moment i'm able to make out that they're arms they fucking TURN TOWARDS ME #and like start coming from link's pussy at tremendous speeds and i had no safe place to go so i just ran #caught up to me so fast wouldn't let me go. had no good weapon to fight them with #they just ripped my shit asunder like i'm calling professor farnsworth about it rn #+ the sky getting all red and that music oh God #we thought fucking.... botw guardians were scary #for* link's pussy btw sorry he wasn't preggy

[unprocione]

💜 + blitzkriegers gossip over my #1 bitch on the dash pls, he deserves it c:

Oh, he absolutely does. Ty deserves it 100%. I'm delighted that I messaged & met him in the first place, every time I hear from him, and that's not like, being overboard with it at all, it is a genuine feeling that I get everytime I see the notification on my phone that Ty's messaged me, or has posted on tumblr, then I open the notification, and 60% of the time it's Karl's dick, but that's just an added benefit, metal husband cock roulette.

I think Ty is one of the most down-to-earth people i've met on tumblr besides yourself, CJ! It's very refreshing to write with someone who's entire mindset about roleplay is so purely for the enjoyment of writing instead of playing the numbers & popularity game, or perfectionism that ultimately suffocates the joy of writing. He's had an extremely good influence on me and my own mindset just generally in the way I go about enjoying things not only on tumblr but everywhere now, the way I look at the details in games I play, movies I watch, any content I consume, it's like somebody reached in and individually pulled back a layer and said, hey, experience this for the first time all over again, as a little treat.

Ty also runs an extremely underrated blog for Karl, without a doubt, crown spot, my favorite blog i've followed since I started roleplaying on tumblr in 2018. He doesn't get enough attention for a fourth of the work that he puts into his blog, and it's really not fair at all, I genuinely wish that anyone who's reading this goes and drops a follow and reads his headcanons and looks at the material he's put together because it's so incredibly well put together and, you know the saying, love in every stitch, it absolutely shows on his blog.

#blitzkriegers #greenherb #» 🕊️ ﹕ incoming transmission. (inbox.) ❧ #fucking GRAB HIM!!! #HE'S SO FRIENDSHAPED YOU BASTARDS ARE MISSING OUT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING #going to put a big red caution tape style banner on my blog with blinking lights that says FOLLOW BLITZKRIEGERS because i'm tired!! #i am a blitzkriegers stan blog FIRST AND FOREMOST #if you wanted leon content i'm SORRY but you're gonna be disappointed if u aren't already with my fuckin reply speeds i'm workin on!

[chenziee]

Why did no one tell me I was going to cry at the end of Stray

Also my completionist self is feeling like a failure right now so I guess I'm replaying tomorrow

#fuck this #ugh #missed a bunch of memories and scratches and didn't get all badges either #i FAILED #i failed you b-12 and kitty i'm so sorry #also need that speed run achievement and the last four hidden ones.. #i don't want to look it up #i want to unlock them all myself #but i know mysef #i will break and look it up #because i need them all and that need is stronger than me feeling like i'm cheating by looking it up #so good tho damn #playing this while your actual cat is yelling at me and trying to break things? an extremely immersive experience #9/10 would recommend #the 1 is the destroyed furniture

[hostilecityshowdown]

[GRIPS YOU] johnny polo and ADAM BOMB

"The whole thing was a communication error, y'know."

The heavy Pennsylvanian accent broke his concentration. Johnny Polo repressed a sigh as I.R.S's victory FMV flashed on screen, and he dropped the Sega Genesis controller into his lap and prodded the power button with his toe.

"Pray tell, what was?" He didn't have to ask, but he humoured his friend anyway. Besides, he let him crash in his suped up bomb squad van and take advantage of his sick video game collection. He'd get back to Rage In The Cage later. "And make it quick, I wanna be crowned WWF champion before we go to tape."

"Y'see, they got these filters, called condensate polishers, and-" Adam Bomb mimicked squeezing the trigger on a can of condensed air. Johnny leaned his head back on the overstuffed, trefoil-patterned pillows, looking at Adam upside-down. Despite his thick drawl, he spoke fast. "-They had to clean 'em up, blast air in 'em, so they could keep filtering water, uhuh?"

"Uhuh." Johnny wasn't listening. He was staring at Adam's pecs rippling under his too tight tank top. It used to be a souvenir raglan and the words SURVIVOR: THREE MILE ISLAND NUCLEAR ACCIDENT. CAUTION-THIS BODY IS RADIOACTIVE used to blaze across it brightly, now faded beyond readability. Adam bought it a few weeks after the partial meltdown and kept cutting it to fit every time he bulked up. Johnny fiddled idly with his own hands and fidgeted his legs, reaching deep down inside himself for some patience.

He was the king of patience. Zen. Like Buddha. Buddha was patient, right? Who else was patient? Seve Ballesteros? No man could golf like that without mad patience. Wait, was Adam still talking?

"-Wasn't communicated too well to the-"

"Girl," Polo groaned, interrupting him and dragging his hands down his face. He flipped himself over and propped himself up, smushing the pillows under him with his elbows, hands out, pleading. Hey, great view of Adam's thighs down here. "Look, Bomb, I know! Right? C'moooon, who spent all his quarters on payphones when you were in a lead-lined hospital room? I got you, man."

Adam frowned. He pushed his goggles up on his head, some of his hair still sticking to the sweat on his forehead. Absently, Johnny remembered he forgot to ask Diesel to help fix up the AC - It just wasn't getting cold enough to keep Adam on ice and, whenever he got his hands on anything mechanical, it had a tendency to explode. Not his fault, though, he was competent, just… Irradiated. Speaking of Adam, he rested his forearms on his thighs and leaned forward. Johnny stared straight down his shirt. Nice.

"Yeah, right, but we didn't know squat back then, Johnny. Dontcha think you gotta get the whole story? It's full of people havin' their own mini-meltdowns, and mishaps, and-and destruction-" He mimed a mushroom cloud. Clapping his hands around Adam's, mindful of hitting his knuckles with his rings, Johnny interrupted him again.

"Sh-sh-sh-sh-shuuush." Using the hands of the walking nuclear disaster waiting to happen to stand, Johnny hopped up onto the bolted down bench seat Adam was sitting on. After the accident, he salvaged it from his '70 Chevy Suburban and stuck it right in the back of the once-junked van. "I love a good soap opera, but I got a strap to win."

He flashed Adam a wide grin and smacked his gum, propping his legs in Adam's lap. The big guy had to sit back to accommodate the invasion of his space. Man, he always ran so warm; their skin stuck together as soon as they made contact. Johnny crossed his arms behind his head to keep them to himself, ignoring his rough nails catching in his unruly hair. He really needed a buff and file. "Unless you think you can take me in a steel cage."

Adam's hands slowly, but heavily, rested on Johnny's legs. His striped McGregors were thin enough for him to feel the tape wound around Adam's palms and fingers through them. Big guy looked like he was thinking about it something fierce. Johnny chewed his gum louder and chuckled snidely when a smirk finally cracked Adam's intense expression. Adam totally sucked at any video game made after the Atari's hay day. 

"Girlfriend, you are going down." 

#long post #[ colour commentary ] #[ mango madness ] #[ voyager ] #[ requests ] #johnny polo #adam bomb #sorry i'm just in love with adam bomb. projecting onto johnny polo at light fucking speed #hello. i posted this without a read more initially. i'm so sorry.

[spicyvampire]

Whenever a cool gifmaker/edit maker follows me I'm like

#tt #like omg #please why did you do this to urseld #I'm so annoying at least twice a day #I'm faster than light speed with the reblog button sw #lsweetie I'm so sorry #you are probably not even getting the content you follow me for oh God oh fuck #I haven't even made anything in like #a whole month #this is so stressful

[heartshattering]

maybe i need to go away again

#i hit a really low point #my thoughts are really really bad and i feel like i'm going to lose control even if i won't but i still feel that way #i can't talk to anyone #online or offline #i don't know where to go or what to do or how to handle anything anymore! #if i haven't responded i'm either trying to sleep or i just feel too drained to talk right now #i'm sorry #maybe coming back to tumblr was a mistake #fuck #i hate this #i had to delete some of my other tag rambles because they were. concerning. #and i don't want to make it seem like i'm threatening to do anything since i'm not #but i just really don't want to be awake right now #i'm only staying alive because my puppy can't stand anyone else but me #i have to keep taking care of him since my parents won't #but other than that... no. #i keep lying to myself when i say things will get better #they always go back to shit #i'll die eventually so there's no point in speeding up the process but it still fucking hurts you know #i shouldn't be alive #i am fucking useless #if only i weren't a shut-in so a fucking bus would hit me already #again not gonna do anything permanently harmful but fuck it all just hurts so much rn #i hate myself