#Idgaf if she did it cus she wants to look like me or just cus she wanted her hair cut

[walmart-miku]

anyone else filled with unspeakable levels of hate when ur younger sibling gets the same haircut as you?

[ifyouknowmenahyoudontt]

MORE OF ME COMPLAINING ABOUT THE FANDOM

- i’ve seen so many ppl consider andromeda and sirius leaving from their family as an act of love for their muggle born partners. i don’t really like that ESP for sirius. it really downplays their morals and what they fought for.

- why is regulus the forth marauder? where tf did peter go

- if i see one more piece of content that makes sirius leaving the house of black about regulus im going to lose it. “ b-b-but how could he leave his baby brother🥺” that little baby brother was apart of a supremacist terrorist cult let’s be for real

-making characters like lily or remus in ships with those deatheaters assholes is WILD.

-andromeda is everything you want regulus to be give this girl the credit she deserves

-fanon regulus is cringe as hell. you all just took over characters story’s to make it his. he sucked.

-the moment someone brings up that a new ship/hdcs don’t make sense and ppl say “nothing is the hp universe makes sense” i lose a year off my life. let’s use our little heads and figure out that even in a fantastical world. things.can.still.make.sense.with.the.plotline.

- some of the regulus/evan/barty and whatever ways fans are like the WHINIEST fandom i have ever seen. can’t take any (valid btw) criticism on their weird little fetishes and act like they’re being oppressed when people don’t like the same thing as them. not all of you guys obv but a LOT

- “if you don’t like it just scroll” no? some things are objectively wrong and bad and should be discussed grow up

-this fandom is turning into a booktok porn addiction fandom

-a fandom is a place of discussion. people not liking fictional characters and talking about it is not going to kill you

-james’s character got dumbed down so BADLY by all the jegulus nonsense like james being kind of a simp in canon was because his love for LILY was pure and strong. they have a whole ass prophecy.

-making every character queer isn’t doing what you think it’s doing. and frankly idgaf if you make this character queer if that character is a horrible person. doesn’t make them more likable or interesting.

-there is a deep rooted issue of misogyny in this fandom.

-saying that jegulus is not going against lily as a character is not true. fanon regulus is literally lily but like racist. jegulus is literally jily.

-lily evans can love james potter and still be a strong character these two are not linked at all

-dorlene/jily/wolfstar where the sanest ships in the fandom. maybe add rose killer on there cus frankly since it doesn’t change much the characters or storyline it’s okay

-remember when regulus was ace? why did that get completely forgotten

-some of the fancasts did irreparable damage to people’s brains. because hot doesn’t mean better person

-james potter would punch most of the people you ship him with

- jegulus fics where harry is there kid and lily is a surrgate/barely in the pic is CRAZY

-mary is so sexualized? like why

- sirius was canonically better looking than regulus lol

-the black family can be explored so much more besides just the regulus glaze

-REGULUS BARELY CONTRIBUTED TO VOLDMORT BEING DEFEATEDDDDS PLEASE

- some of the new sapphic ships are actually good. nobleflower is very interesting.

[cosmospoons]

House MD season 2

30 second episode recaps from someone whos just watched em for the first time and has bad recall

Ep1: they gotta cure the death row dude so he can go back to death row to b killed, cameron is Bad at telling ppl they're dying, house n Wilson had lunch with the coma guy, they cured death row man, also they changed the theme and I hate it Ep2: House has hayfever lmao, this cancer girl with hallucinations is honestly just the coolest she's so positive I love her, shes nine and got chase to kiss her hero,, house an Wilson have a shared balcony amazing, Wilson is so good and pure and is amazing at his job holy shit I love this man. House actually 'temporarily killed' the patient to cure her and made people run drills on a dead man. House is 400% going to buy a motorbike Ep3: i prayed for Cuddy's handyman to fall off her roof past the window and then god answered my prayers and he did, house broke into Cuddy's house mainly to look at her underwear lbr and then won the 'can we chop off his arm' argument, house secretly speaks spanish and waited for the most dramatic moment to reveal this, they gate crashed a cock fight (ayy) and saved the patient Ep4: the patient is a doctor with an ego ((according to house lmao pot, kettle)) who wanted to sit in on the diagnostic process and honestly is actually full of himself,, house puts him on a tippy table and cranks it up, foreman made a patient cry except he was pretending to be house lmao house got in shit,, Cameron needs to stop please, can the patient get his head out his arse please. house gatecrashes the press conference that the patient called and managed to put him into cardiac arrest on live television and eventually cured him of everything cept bein a knob Ep5: Wilson's handwriting is such doctor handwriting and house definitely bought a motorbike and made Wilson pay for it he's so pleased with himself. The kid keeps getting electrocuted but like,, by his own body. House is avoiding his parents but Cameron n Wilson aren't letting him get away with it. I love house n Wilson's friendship so much it's worth 5k apparently lmao. These patients are fukin serial liars jc why are ppl like this, it was rADIATION wow houses dad is a fucking DICK. There were so many good interactions and the house/wilson ship is sailing Ep6: there was a cyclist who took a LOT of drugs which turned out to be curing him of the thing he had, house is a douchebag but we all knew that - he may b a dick to mark but m sure mark deserves it n I love him anyway. Wilson remains a sweet boy even if he cheats idgaf he's adorable look at him ((wilson: i net someone who made me feel funny, me: was it hOUSE)),, he n house are balcony buddies and house shud stop stealing his food, and he should definitely stop digging thru stacys life but actually fuck it why not he's not gunna let go of this why is she so pissy i wanna know Ep7: I love houses new pet rat Steve McQueen,, Wilson is 4000% done with houses Stacy related antics which is fair tbh he should stop but I actually don't give much of a shit about Stacy I've taken against her....he did deserve what she said after reading her file tho. The patient may have given Cameron aids and Cameron got high and slept with Chase, who she may have given aids lmao these ppl r messes but not as much of a mess as that father/son relationship jc...i dont remember anything else about the patient whoops Ep8: chase is being suuuueeeeddd and he keeps lying about why lmao,, house fuckin reamed him one which was probably called for but maybe not like that, turns out chase screwed up cus his dad died and foreman is houses boss ((supervisor)) now how well do u think that's gunna work (((not very))) Stacy's still a bitch and has ~~feelings~~ Ep9: foreman is in charge and house is doing his utmost best to be the dick of the year and it's fucking hilarious honestly I love this man the shit he pulls jc,,, Wilson is super aware of houses antics as usual and had a mild gay panic when foreman started to question him about house,, the patient was a big ol Faker™ but surprise surprise she was actually sick this time ((house totally injected her with a load of stuff so she’d b readmitted after they’s released her)) Ep10: house solved a case thru the phone alone and spent most of the ep at the airport except for those five minutes when he almost slept with Stacy who once had a terrible experience with curry apparently and called house a vindaloo, nice restraint very well timed phone call thank fuck,,, they will sleep together tho and I am Not Happy about it....the power play amongst the fellows is a boiling pot of trouble - the patient was v interesting I enjoyed the word scramble game Ep12: WHAT A GOOD FUCKIN EP so the patient orgasmed in the white chamber while unconscious and covered in burns but more importantly house gatecrashed the lecture of his old archenemy that he had arranged just so he could disturb it and criticise the dude who got him thrown out of med school for snitchin on his cheating all whilst Wilson told him to get better hobbies (('a hooker anything please')),, to test this dudes migraine meds he gave deliberately himself a migraine and the meds didn't work (unsurprising) so the fellows turned out all the lights while he had a nap under the table,, wilson took a diff approach and deliberately made a Lot of noise because he is a Shit even if he hides it better than house,,,, then house dropped a tab of acid and took a bunch of antidepressants, and cured his migraine as well as the patient Ep13: houses leg was super duper sore but at least we got some fantastic house/wilson interaction when wilson pretended to be God during that MRI, even if house hit him with a cane.... The patient was a teen supermodel who seduced her own father to get whatever she wanted,, house was super sure she had cancer and it turns out she did but it was testicular because she had xy chromosomes and was immune to testosterone - which was really fucking interesting...... Also cuddy played house like a violin and gave him placebo saline instead of a morphine shot to prove to him that his leg pain was psychological Ep14: House is stealing organs now. Ok so technically he did get the husband's permission to steal his newly dead wife’s heart for the dying old dude with a strangely young daughter but only after he kneed house in the balls super hard. House spent the whole ep goin on at wilson about the affair he thought he was having and at the end wilson showed up on houses doorstep but sURPRIse !! It was his wife who was sleeping around!! poor baby Wilson I know what goes around comes around but he's such a kicked puppy cmon Ep15: Wilson and house living together is a recipe for disaster and I'm living for it so good so many good interactions I love that house is gunna keep him for his food ((I'll never b over house hearing the voicemail about Wilson's new place, looking over at him sleeping on the couch and then deleting it so he has to stay)). The patient had a super cool marriage and didn't have lupus except whoops actually not a happy marriage his wife is tryna kill him thru gold poisoning. House needs to stop accosting ppl in bathrooms and should also stop destroying marriages Ep16: oh man good shit so,, first of all house n Wilson are still living together and there are some Domestic Antics happening right here including but not limited to a prank war which house desperately tried to get Wilson to participate in, the peak of which had house making Wilson wet the couch and Wilson sabotaging houses cane. The patients mum was ridiculously overprotective and house essentially kidnapped the patient to find the tick noone else thought was there,, surprisingly Wilson helped set that up despite the fact house was the reason he woke up wet that morning Ep17: first things first house could absolutely clean everyone out at poker if he knows Cuddy's tells that well through just a phonecall,, also he needs to stop calling Wilson out on his toenail varnish habits lmao. The patient was a smol boy who presented the same symptoms as an unsolved and dead case that house had 12 yrs ago so he really wasn't gunna let this one go cus he's like a dog with a bone. They were in formal wear all ep which was a Good Look™ and Wilson's retelling of how he won the poker championship may have been one of the cutest things I have ever seen Ep18: Emma from Glee is here and she has the black plague,, her gf decided to donate her liver n Cameron was all het up cus house had worked out plague girl was gunna leave her and sending the gf in blind would be ~~unethical~~ but turns out she knew and deliberately did that so Emma would stay with her out of guilt lmao. In other news Cameron's pissy cus foreman 'stole' her article and house spent most of the episode napping cus wilson is fuckin up his sleep cycle ;) I'm upset there was no physical wilson Ep19: the most annoying patient so far appears in the form of a 15 yr old faith healer with herpes. I feel like the degree to which unrelenting niceness irritates me rly says something about me but eh oh well. Chase (ofc it was chase) kept a tally on who was winning God or house, faith healer managed to shrink a womans cancer tumour through giving her herpes (((a miracle praise be))) and during poker night house called wilson out on sleeping with said cancer patient and discovered wilson was actually living with her whoops bad Wilson ((he totally regrets his life choices ((he should)))) Ep20: HOLY SHIT ITS A TWOPARTER AND FOREMANS GUNNA DIE !! Ok so,,, there was this cop who couldn't stop laughing till he could but then it got a lot worse and then foreman caught whatever it was which they began to realise when he smirked as house shot a corpse to see what a bullet in a brain would do to an MRI ((spoilers it broke the machine)) anyway long story short it wasnt the pigeons and the cops dead and foreman is gunna die even after that shitdick move he pulled where he stabbed Cameron with a needle so she'd go to the apartment Ep21: HOO BOY OK SO a lot happened so much happened the most important thing is foreman by the end of the ep is mostly kind of ok - he's just a bit muddled on his lefts n rights. During the ep house was stressed the entire time cus even tho he denys it he does love n care for his ducklings,, he even cares enough to deliberately attempt to poison Steve McQueen which didn't work but can be added to the list of stressful events. Cameron grew a spine a lil bit I literally yelled when she berated cuddy and she forced the biopsy cus foreman had the foresight (ayyyyy) to make her his medical proxy even if house managed to find the problem anyway so it was ultimately unnecessary and has just resulted in some possible brain damage Ep22: house keeps trying to pick a fight with foreman and failing because Foreman's all happy go lucky now, the patient was mad because of a thing and killed her baby accidentally on purpose, the music that played during the baby autopsy was super unnecessary and bizzare, and in the end the woman had cancer but she's refusing treatment cus of the baby guilt. Cuddy didn't have cancer, which we know because Wilson ((WILSON NOT HOUSE)) stole her dna and ran secret tests in the middle of the night, but it still wasn't a date Wilson despite what house said about skin lessions she was actually just going to attempt to use u as a sperm donor - have fun at the L-word marathon with house you big sad loser (I love u) Ep23: we meet an old house friend which is Super fun he is ridiculously naive and I love that he calls house g-man holy shit. House is now giving cuddy injections as part of a fertility treatment which is nice of him especially seeing as his leg was in a Lot of pain this ep,, like a LOT...he's self-injecting morphine now which is probably bad :/ house's friend's daughter was the patient at one point she pooped out her mouth gRoSs and house ran a paternity test n told the girl she was actually the dudes daughter ((except he was lYINg in support of his friend)) he does care Ep24: HOUSE GOT SHOT WHAT IS IT WITH THIS TEAM SUFFERING RN JC this was a very fun episode of 'guess when house is hallucinating', spoilers the answer is all the time the whole ep takes place in his head. That aside I absolutely loved the hospital gown/trainer combo (no I won't apologize) and the fact that house did almost none of his physio - instead relegating it to others which is....not how it works. The hallucinatory clinic patient was freaky deaky his eye exploded and so did his dick but dw cus to escape the hallucination house killed him ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ what can u do. At the end house woke up n requested ketamine we'll see how that goes

Season 1

[equalstrashflavoredtrash]

My First Kiss at the Public Execution - 5

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4  - PART 6 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11

a/n: yeah i know it’s short, but idgaf, enjoy

@beautifulramblingbrains @frecklefaceb  @feminamortem  @anditcametopass @dauntlessmetalmom @pathybo @mimigemrose @ag-delights @abfoster1s @sparklemichele @murmelinchen @jojuarez26 @purple-puddin 

Warning: NSFW stuff 👍👍

Eric X OFC // Divergent Trilogy

word count:  3,450

i saw the sky split in two one half jealous and one half cruel

"So, Mott," Nike began after a lull in conversation. My head snapped up looking to the tall woman, she was a few years older than me, as was Kelly, who's kitchen we were standing in around the island drinking. They were both friends of Mae who was next to me, munching on some crackers as I took a sip from the bitter brown spirit in my glass. I had been quiet for most of the evening, not really familiar with anyone here.

I wasn't sure why I had let Mae drag me along. I had been planning on curling up after finishing my dinner when Mae sat down across from me in the mess hall. It was a spur of the moment decision, she asked me to join her and I thought it wouldn't hurt, but now I questioned that.

"Is it true?" Nike asked, raising her eyebrows so they disappeared under her bangs. I looked to Mae unsure of what Nike had meant, "The stuff everyone's saying about you and Eric."

"Oh," I mumbled feeling the blood rush from my ears across my cheeks, "No, no, uh, not really," my eyes drifted downwards to study the glass in my hand.

"That's not what I heard," Kelly chimed in, "Jay said he overheard Eric saying you were a thing."

"You really think Eric would go steady with someone?" Mae countered, coming to my defense.

"That's why everyone's talking," Nike explained, "This is the longest Eric's ever been with only one girl," I felt miniscule under the girls' scrutiny. I could feel them watching me, waiting for me to finally tell them every rumor is true.

"Last I heard was that you're knocked up and going to get hitched," Kelly added with a shrug as she took a drink.

"That's ridiculous," I finally stated lifting my head to return their stares, "We haven't even done that much, how could I be pregnant?"

There was a pause after I spoke, "So you have done something with him?" Kelly smirked.

"I mean," my face felt like it was on fire as I nervously reached up to scratch the back of my neck, "Yeah, but nothing much."

"Come on guys, give Mott a break," Mae tried to deter the conversation but her friends merely leaned in closer, excited.

"So how big is he?" Nike asked, my eyes going wide at the question. "I bet Eric's got a giant dick."

"Are you kidding me?" Kelly scoffed, "With his ego? I'm sure he's tiny and over compensating," she held up her pinky as an example. Mae shook her head taking another drink, "So come on, dish."

"I, uh," I stammered, "I don't really have a frame of reference."

"Wait he's your first?" Mae asked, surprised, "By you were Amity."

"Yeah well, I had a girlfriend then," I muttered before taking another giant swig of my drink.

"But you've seen it right?" Nike asked, I nodded in responce as she set down her glass. "Was it like this long?" She began holding her hand close together, "Or like this?" she moved her hands further apart slowly, but I just shrugged.

"I mean it was kind of big," I mumbled, curling the fingers on my free hand, trying to remember what it had been like when I held him, "Like that, I guess?" I lifted my hand up to show them, "And he hit the back of my throat," I was embarrassed talking in detail about this with people I'd just met, but I had the feeling they weren't going to judge me for it. The two nodded looking to at each other then back to me.

"You know I'm kinda jealous," Kelly mentioned as she leaned forward, resting her elbow on the kitchen island, with her chin in her palm, "If you did marry Eric, no one would fuck with you."

"Yeah," Nike agreed pointing at Kelly, "You could get away with anything you wanted just 'cus everyone's so scared of him."

"So Mott, you got a new tattoo, right?" Mae interjected looking at me, "I noticed the ink on the back of your neck. Is it big?"

"Oh yeah," I smiled slightly glad to have the subject changed. I set down my glass and turned so my back faced the others, as I bunched up my shirt, "I got it almost two weeks ago, my friend Rachel took me."

"Ohh very nice," I could hear Nike admiring the work as I looked back over my shoulder.

"Rachel Dios?" Kelly asked, making a sour face without even looking at the tattoo.

"Yeah, she has full sleeves," I confirmed, gesturing to my arms, "I was nervous to go alone, so she took me. Do you know her?"

"You could say that," Kelly took a sip from her drink as she stood up, "She went with my friend Anise for a while."

"Wait she did? I thought that wasn't, like 'official', that they just hooked up," Nike asked making air quotes with her fingers.

"Well Anise thought it was official but then Rachel just dropped her like a bag of bricks without warning. She just stopped talking to her one day and when Anise got a chance to ask Rachel after hunting her down, she said she was bored and that it hadn't been serious," Kelly elaborated with a skeptical tone, "You watch out for her, she's two-faced," she added looking back at me.

"Yeah ok," I nodded distractedly. All that was on my mind was that I hadn't spoken with Rachel since I got the tattoo.

The next morning I watched over my shoulder as Alexander and Rodney left the office. I was once again delegated to sorting files. Dropping my arms, I sighing as I crossed the office to my makeshift fort.

"Is something wrong, Mott?" Eric asked in response to my exasperation, much to my surprise.

I hesitated knowing I should say nothing, but I had been so anxious recently I couldn't help but ask, "When can I go back to working on the fence?"

"Never," He stated without lifting his eyes from the papers on his desk.

"What?" I questioned, stepping forward, "Why not?"

Eric looked bored as he lifted his face to my gaze, "Because it was requested that I send someone else," he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone as my expression fell.

"That can't be right," I stammered, "I thought I was doing well." Eric sighed as he turned to look at his computer, clicking on something with his mouse. I leaned forward trying to see his screen as he pulled up an archive of messages.

"Here," he stated pulling up the scan of a watch log's notes, turning the monitor towards me.

I looked over the page reading the words. My stomach dropped as I saw what it said, highlighting my insufficiency as a guard monitor and suggesting I be delegated to data collection and synthesis, or monitoring something other than actual people.

"Ok," I finally mumbled with a hard swallow. I struggled to keep my expression neutral as Eric turned his monitor back and I shuffled to hide behind my manila wall to work on sorting files.

I sat cross legged on the floor brooding as I looked over the pages of reports. I could barely pay attention as I flipped through the ppapers, moving the folders to the appropriate pile. I was thinking about a hundred things at once, everything from what Kelly and Nike had said about Rachel all the way back to when I'd last spoken with Johanna.

"Mott," Eric barked suddenly, wrenching me from my thoughts, "Where's my stapler?"

"Did you look to the right corner next to to the pens, where I put it every time I clean your desk?" I shot back without even having to look up.

"Hand it to me," he ordered, finally drawing my attention up.

"Why?" I countered, finally glaringing at him past the stack of folders.

"Because I'd like to watch you do it," he stated with a blank face.

I let out a large sigh as I stood up, taking a single step to his desk. Leaning forward, I grabbed the stapler and moved it about six inches closer to his hand before I asked, "There? Enjoy that?" Eric's hand shot forward to mine.

"Listen I don't know what's stuck up your ass today, and I don't care," he snarled as his fist wrapped tighter over mine, "So lose the attitude or you'll have hell to pay." I stood there silently for a moment not breaking eye contact as his fingers dug into my knuckles.

"Yes, sir," I finally spat, letting the words drop from my mouth onto his desk. I yanked my hand away once his grip slackened and turned on my heel with a huff.

"Get me the logs and records for the end of September, specifically the twenty-first," Eric ordered once I had sat back down.

"Are you serious?" I groaned as I threw my head back, annoyed with his timing.

"I told you to watch it," he shot as I stood up shuffling across the room while sneering at him. I pulled open the drawer and dug through the files, taking out the exact one he requested.

"Here you go, sir," I said in a saccharin tone as I handed the folder to Eric, "Is there anything else that you need me to do?" I gave him the sweetest smile I could manage as I wished for his immolation with my eyes.

"Got quite the mouth on you. Maybe you should make it useful," he replied, smirking as he yanked the folder from my grasp.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry," I countered with a deadpan expression as I flopped back onto the hard tile floor behind the wall of my fort. I had returned to my sorting for less than a minute when Eric cleared his throat.

"Mott," he barked, "get me the file for September ninth."

"You gotta be kidding me," I groaned as I stood back up, crossing the room again to the filing cabinet. "Here," I threw the folder down in front of him, before again turning around to my previous work.

"Wait." I let out another audible sigh as I spun around to face him, "This is the wrong file, I asked for the eighth."

"No you asked for the ninth, and I gave you the folder for the ninth, so it is the correct folder," I challenged, resting my hands on my hips, "You're the one who was wrong."

"That doesn't matter. This is not the file I need, so it is the wrong file," Eric elaborated through clenched teeth, tossing the folder over the desk, causing the loose leaf pages from within it to fly out across the floor as it spun in the air. "Clean that up then get me the correct folder."

I stood there, my fists balled at my sided, trying to keep my breathing even as I exhaled through my nose, "Yes, sir."

I crouched on the floor over the mess, leaning forward onto my knees to gather the scattered sheets of paper. I tried my hardest to ignore the feeling of his eyes on me for as long as I could, but I had little to no patience left.

"What are you leering at?" I snapped over my shoulder as I straightened the pages in my hand.

"Your ass," he replied in matter of fact tone.

"You're an ass," I mumbled under my breath as I tucked the papers into the flooder and stood up.

"What was that?" he asked as I crossed back towards the filing cabinet. I stopped mid step to turn and face him.

"I said, you. are. an. ass." I spoke slowly, punctuating the pauses between words to ensure he heard me clearly. I had barely finished speaking when he crossed the room in three long strides.

"I warned you," his voice dropped an octave as he leaned over me. My stomach jumped at his tone as I stood frozen in his gaze. We stayed still like that for an eternity, our eyes locked in an mutually angry glare.

I don't really have an explanation for what happened next, it kind of just happened. I moved without thinking, acting only on how I felt. I was sick of feeling rejected by Rachel, I missed being with someone who wanted me like Layla, and I was sick of this moment of silent tension. So I reached up, curling my fingers around Eric's shirt collar and yanking him towards me. Our teeth gnashed as I brought my lips up to his, wrapping an arm around his neck to hold him close.

Eric was quick to catch on. Pulling my hips in, he returned my affections with equal fervor as I sucked and bit his lips. I pushed myself hard against his chest as he ran his hands across my bottom to the back of my thighs. Just the feeling of his fingers through my clothes made my skin tingle. I clung to his neck as he stood up, lifting my legs to envelope waist.

I could tell without looking that he was carrying me to the empty spare desk in the corner. I had moved it against the wall to open up some floor space for the construction of Fort Manila. Eric stumbled forward, much more interested in biting the skin under my ear and the sounds I made in response than paying attention to where he was going.

As Eric moved, blind to his surroundings, he walked directly into one of my fort's outer turrets. I wrenched my face away from his as the hundreds of folders and pages spilled out, scattering across the floor. I tried to lower my legs but Eric's fingers dug into my skin keeping me in place.

"You can pick it up later, I'm not done," He growled into my ear before recapturing my lips. He broke apart for a breath as he swung his foot to the side, knocking over another stack. I grabbed his shoulders trying to see the damage done as he pushed me onto the desk. He pulled my face forward, biting my lip as his other thumb ran slowly up my inner thigh and I was lost again. Spurred on by the persuasive fire in my belly, I balled the cloth over his shoulders in my fists and pulled myself against him, trying to ignore the feeling of his smirk against my lips.

I whined as Eric bit my pulse point and ran his hand up abdomen. His fingers were cold against my skin as they slipped under the band of my bra. He twisted my hips so I fell to the side, lying across the top of the desk as he pushed my shirt up. Diving forward he rolled my nipple between his teeth as my hands flew up covering my mouth to stifle the noises I was making. With one hand he deftly undid the zipper to my pants before sliding his fingertip just past the waistband, teasingly rubbing against the unexposed skin.

"Please," I pined as he moved, leaving wet kisses on my sternum.

"Please what?" he questioned slowly quirking an eyebrow, obviously revelling that he had me such a position of duress.

"Please touch me," I elaborated, looking up him through my eyelashes, but I could tell he wasn't satisfied with my response. "Touch me the way you did the other night," I pouted.

"Like this?" he hummed, slowly moving his hand, dragging his finger ever so slightly across my clit. I bit my lip as he held my gaze with a hungry stare.

"Please," I continued to plead, watching as his tongue darted out across his bottom lip. I threw my head back as he finally pressed down giving me the fiction and stimuli I wished for. I grabbed at his head pulling his lips to mine as his hand continued to move. I tried to kiss him as I gasped in response to his fingers. I could feel as he slid his middle finger down past my clit towards my center. I groaned as his digit moved inside of me.

"Ow," I mumbled pulling away, "No, that hurts," I whined as he continued.

"Just relax," he hummed against my throat as he to pumped his hand back and forth, simultaneously rubbing his thumb against my clit. Slowly but surely, I began to enjoy it. I unconsciously rolled my hips with the rhythm of his hand as I clawed at his shoulders, his teeth scraping along my collarbone. I moaned as the new tension inside of me built closer to it's collapsing point.

He stopped suddenly, drawing his hand back as his lips ghosted over my jaw bone, "Say you're mine."

"But-," I protested as he taunted me, moving the calloused pad of his thumb slowly around my sensitive nerves.

"Say it," he ordered, his breath hot against my skin.

"Fine, I'm your's, please, just let me come," I cried before he pushed his lips on mine, kissing me hard as he rocked his hand faster than before. I shook as the orgasm washed over me, arching my back into him as he grinned against my mouth.

Eric rested his hand on the table next to my head, holding himself above me while studying my form as I caught my breath. I blushed under his scrutiny, turning away from his gaze as I reached to pull my top down. He batted my hands away, adjusting my bra and lowering my shirt for me.

"You should probably get started sorting that," he suggested, jerking his head toward the mess on the floor before leaning forward and pecking my lips. He stood up, straightening his clothes before returning to his seat as I laid on the desk trying to steady my breathing and gather my thoughts.

I pulled my knees closer to my chest as I sat, curled up on a boulder along the edge of The Chasm. I wiped away a stray tear as I watched the current good-will boxing match. I sat alone at the edge of the crowd barely paying attention the punches thrown. I sighed as I rested my chin on my knees, still utterly confused by this morning. Did I like Eric or did I just like what he did to me?

"Mott! I've been looking all over for you!" a familiar voice called, their hands resting on my shins as I looked up at Mae.

"Hey what's up?" I asked quickly wiping at my eyes as I forced a smile.

"Check it out!" she exclaimed holding up the back of her left hand to me, so I could see the large tattoo on her ring finger.

"You got married?" I questioned, my eyes going wide.

"Yup!" she bounced on the balls of her feet, obviously still elated by the fact, "Jason and I eloped last night!"

"I'm so happy for you," I replied giving a genuine smile as I slid forward from my seat on the rock to give her a hug. She stiffened slightly under my embrace but still reached up to pat my shoulder in response.

"So anyway," Mae continued pushing me back by my shoulders, "I'm moving in with Jason now, right? And housing said my apartment would go off to someone via lottery, unless I knew somebody who wanted it, and of course I first thought of you," she explained, squeezing my shoulders.

"What?" I stuttered, amazed by her offer.

"You'd get my old apartment, which is one room really but also all the furniture since I don't need it," I couldn't believe the offer at first, I was more than sick of the dorms and then suddenly this chance fell into my lap.

"Yes, of course! I'll take it!" I grinned at Mae as she returned my expression, "Thank you so much."

"It's nothing!" she replied with a wave of her hand, "I'm glad it's going to someone I know."

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 6 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11

The lyrics at the begining are form the song Camouflage, Camouflage by The Blood Brothers

Thank you for reading! please tell me what you think so far!

[survivormuxloe]

Episode 16: “I’m a petty bitch betta know that” - Scott

FUCK YOU RHYS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA I SURVIVED GOAT ASS BITCH IM COMIN FOR THAT FIC WIN SO I CAN TAKE UR GOATY ASS TO THE END AND WIN I FUCKING DESERVE IT THAT WAS THE MOST STRESSFUL THING OF MY FUCKING LIFE HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTTT AS ANNA WOULD SAY IM HARDDDDD

Oh boy mo lost firemaking. Oh well. I tried. Not sure there is much hope in me winning, but guess I have to try. Ima be preparing a bomb ass speach, and a decent rites of passage. Not looking hopefully but like fingers crossed.

Also I think I’d make end either way now. Scott wants me in the end probably. Ryan wants me in the end probably. So if so. I get 2nd at the least. But I’m probably winning immunity anyway so ;).

ok its the day after.. n i finished my rop.. hopefully the jury likes it. LOL LIKE I WASNT GUNNA JUST KISS THEIR ARSES FUCK THAT im gunna be honest ab my feelings...

also like. kinda feel bad ab my confessionals last nite ab rhys.. i was a bit. excited. but. its tea. LAMFJBFHBFG

Final immunity is a little stressful. Like it’s the last one to win, if I win this that’s 5 individual wins. Just something more to put on my speech cause I’m gonna need it.

I’m feeling confident I can manage to pull out this win so like yeah I’m gonna have to work and try to win each part of this.

im actually gunna lose this fic which is super annoying bc it means i get 3rd LOL! aLMNFBFG

like memory lane i can win if im not dumb which i am so. winterbells i'll 100% lose like i lost to anna lol. endurance i'll 100% lose bc i'm such a forgetful slut i only lasted 40 mins in canadienne.... slide puzzles are legit my worst nightmare and then the mystery task i looked up from last ssn and it took them 11 mins so if i take more than that i lose... yay!

wow i can't wait to get 3rd place;;;; i feel like scott has gotten into rhys' ear and now i'm not the prime choice to be brought to final 2 grrr. at least thats what it seems like idk. ugh rhys doesnt deserve to make final 2 and it will make for a boring ftc zzzzzz who knows maybe scott or i can pull out an upset. i lowkey think scott would vote me out tho which is ugly and i would 100% be bitter at him idgaf KLFADHSKF

earlier i wasn't really sure what rhys and scott were thinking in regard to who they'll bring to f2, but since then i've talked w both more and i feel like 80% confident both will take me to final 2 so that's cute 8~] i don't think i'm doing well in the final immunity so far so i'm honestly banking on that lol.... as much as I think I'd have better chances against Rhys as the end, I am rooting for Scott to win it and bring me bc that is the ending this season deserves imho. i don't think there'd be a clear cut winner going into it and the ftc would be contentious as fuck... i hope at least lol. Scott def played a really dominant strategic game but def has some iffy relationships with jurors. I played a really purposefully utr game for most of the time but i think it's respectable, although there are some point against me like sitting out of so many challenges, that tie vote with jones voting early being the reason i was saved... but i think i can make a good case despite those faults and i'm honestly excited to show a new me at the live tribal. like i've been nervous as hell every time we had to go to tribal bc calling makes me anxious af, and that was def a contributing factor to me sitting out of the spelling challenge and even the card stacking one. so I'm planning on forming my case around that anxiety, and hopefully the contrast between my ftc performance compared to every live one before that will bank me the jury's respect. kind of like Kristie from AU survivor where she stunned the jury bc all game she had appeared so timid and dumb at tribals. hoping i can channel that energy and pull out the win hehe

so we got 5 and a half ish hours until deadline. uhm. i'm honestly really happy with my scores? like. i feel as if i have a big chance of winning this and that would be SOOOOO fucking good like both of them can smd honestly if they think im giving this chance up and getting 3rd or getting 2nd to ryan... like i love him but hes beyond dumb if he thinks im taking him to the end i cant throw a victory like that lol.

i dont wanna get 2 confident tho bc knowing my ass i'll be crushed if i lose this fic lol like at least if i dont i know ryan wins so it isnt that bad but it should be me!!! im a selfish cunt i need this jsjsjs

i say this after doing endurance for 5 and a half hrs so my brain is a little floopy rn :) forgive me :) aLFMNHFG

uhm ya. rhys can suck my ass as well with his OH IDK WHO I'D PICK!!! like bitch if u pick ryan enjoy a rerun of canadienne only this time ur losing unanimously lol

Honestly im done with Scott. Like stop being rude okay. Like I GET IT. YOU DONT WANT TO BE 3rd!. I GET IT. Like quit it with the "I dont want to wait to be cut", cause honestly, I dont know who im taking, OR IF IVE EVEN WON YET. so like stop it. Like ive been told im gonna loose, stop attacking me, because i essentially chooses who wins.

I think my immunity went good. I did good in all the parts I think.

ok.... time to guilt scott into bringing me to the end lmfao

Dammit I was so close to winning, but in the end from what I’ve heard I’d be the best choice for Scott to take to the end. So fingers crossed. Scott will take me there cause I really want to make the end. Even if I loose. I’m proud of my game and I just want to get as far as I can.

BIG FUN! CUS TONIGHTS THE NIGHT. bitchhh i get to pick who i want in f2 with me!!!

THIS IS SO EXCITING BC I LEGIT HAVE NEVER WON A FIC OR A F3 CHALLENGE BEFORE AND I FUCKING DID THAT!!! I SWERVED THAT VICTORY AND ITS SO FUCKING SATISFYING HOLY FUCKK

NOW IM GUNNA MAKE RHYS SUFFER EVEN THO IK IM PROB PICKING HIM BC HE WAS AN ASSHOLE LAST WEEK :)) IM A PETTY BITCH BETTA KNOW THAT

LIKE RYAN UNDERSTANDS IF I VOTE HIM N HE 100% VOTES ME TO WIN AND I DONT PLAN ON FLOPPING FTC SO :) BYE! UR WINNER IS HERE!

i feel like scott is gonna vote me out and i’m a bit gagged sbdbjsjsjs i really didn’t expect him to slit my throat like dis but. ig he wants to win badly and rhys most likely secures him an easy win so i cant blame him. still sucks though :C i thot we were solid dndjjdjs and ugh i dont wanna join that angry ass jury

ok so i'm still not giving up on tryna convince scott lol. honestly like i've made it this far in the game, no way i'm gonna accept defeat so easily. i don't actually know if it's better for scott to sit next to rhys than me, it probably is but seriously my game isn't amazing and i very well could see scott beating me. i think he's really overestimating how much the jury "hates" him like idk they aren't that petty, if anyone is it might just be michael. but scott really has dominated this game and everyone is aware of it, he should beat either of us.

So, this could be my last confession.

Scott, I don’t know where he was thinking. I thought it was general concensous that I was the one to loose. Yet here I am Scott is still unsure about who to take and it’s an hour 40 untill tribal.

So like this could speak well about my game if Scott worries he can’t beat me. It could also just be him wanting to take his best friend to the end. So yeah. I’m like 50/50 when I thought I should’ve been 99/1 about staying.

I can’t believe I’m here. I have a half chance at winning. That’s if we’re even which were probably not.

This is probably an uphill battle for me, so I have to go hard or I’m going home empty handed. I haven’t lasted this long just to come second. I do think I’ve played a winning game. I think I can make a killer final tribal preformance just to solidify my case. Hopefully this will be the third winner of celestial.

So final tribal happened.

Funny how has mo won that tiebreaker I would’ve lost unanimously. So thanks scott for winning that, and the FIC.

I think this could go either way tbh. However if I win it’s because of Scott’s bad jury management which isn’t the way I wanted to win. I would’ve preferred people to see my game more and respect that but because my moves weren’t big or flashy I have been put down to doing nothing.

it's 2 and a half hours until we find out the winner. am i nervous? absolutely.

do i feel as though i deserve to win? absolutely.

it just keeps ringing in my mind what ryan said in his speech that the jury seemed to root for rhys and be bitter against me. i feel as though my speeches and answers were much better than his and i was able to explain my game so much more clearer so i'm hoping that they reconsider and see that i controlled the game.

if i lose i'll be gracious and nice to rhys because at the end of the day it was my own fault that my jury management was bad but it'll definitely sting because i don't really see that he did much tbh alkfjhfg. i love him but it's tea. especially when he's said that i probably deserve it more. ):

i'm really just hoping for the best at this point! anything can happen and hopefully it'll be in my favour hehe. it's been an incredibly fun season and i wouldn't change it for anything else.

this has been mr scooty toots with his finale confessional, and hopefully mr scooty toots will join the winner and the hall of fame. hehe. will lowkey be awkward if i lose tho!! LOL but oh well alkdjfg

Scott wins in a 8-1 vote!