#also he’s trying to throw her under the bus by going to the press first

[ladysophiebeckett]

everyone on twitter googling how old sophie turner was when she got married as tho we weren’t there when it happened in front of our eyes.

[buzzcutlip]

“fixing the other's hairstyle to let their hands run through their partner's hair”

this but with growing out buzz cut lip 🥹

Thank you for this, it's a perfect excuse to write a short cozy drabble :) I hope you will like it!

Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader SFW, fluff and established relationship (what's going on with me?!) 1000 words

It’s one of October’s first really cold evenings, and Lip doesn’t come home from work around his usual time. You don’t want to be the girlfriend that checks on her partner all the time, so you wait another half-hour, putting the ham and cheese quiche into the oven, hoping by the time it’s ready, Lip shows up.

The steaming dish smells delicious, and you’re famished after a long day at work, excited to eat something warm and homemade with your boyfriend. You check the time on the oven—it’s almost 8:30 p.m. Wiping your hands on the checked apron, you decide to give Lip a call. Soon enough, you find out that it goes straight to voicemail. That’s when the worry starts. You try to speak as calmly as possible when you leave him a short message, hoping he’ll call you back in a couple of minutes.

The rain starts to patter against the windows of your small flat, making you shiver as you put the quiche back into the oven. You grab a hoodie and thick socks from your dresser and settle down on the couch in the living area, which is joined with the dining area, clutching the phone in your hand. It remains silent.

Three more unsuccessful calls and another twenty minutes later, you fall asleep, curled up in the corner of the couch in the most uncomfortable position, cold and worried.

It’s the noise of the main door being shut that startles you awake. You spring into a sitting position, feet finding the carpet underneath them, your heart beating fast, vision clouded. It takes you a second to understand what’s going on, but as soon as you see Lip coming in through the hall, a heavy weight lifts off your chest.

“Lip.”

“Hey,” he says, apology lacing the word. He’s soaking wet, the rain darkening the color of his jacket, weighing it down. His hair’s pressed against his scalp and forehead, even as short as it is, making him look rather silly—silly and miserable. His nose is red, as are his fingers, which you can see when he sheds the jacket, throwing it on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

“Hi, baby.” His attention is only on you.

“I was worried,” you say, opening your arms for him, still woozy from the short nap, welcoming his damp but familiar form as he kneels between your thighs.

“I know, I’m sorry. My phone died. I got caught up at work, and completely forgot about the time," Lip says, his words tickling your ear where his mouth is pressed.

“I called a few times,” you admit when you untangle, Lip sitting on his haunches between your knees.

“Okay,” he says, looking at you closely.

“Not to, like, control you. I was—I was worried about you.”

Lip nods seriously. “I know. I don’t think you’re controlling me,” he adds with a huff of a laugh, cupping your cheek in his palm.

“You’re freezing,” you murmur, covering his hand with yours.

“I missed the bus, had to walk home. Got soaked.”

“Poor baby,” you murmur in sympathy, running your hand through his short hair, ruffling it.

Lip kisses you, his lips as cold as the rest of him, then your chin, then your neck. The touch makes you shiver, from the cold, obviously, but also from something else. Even after months of dating, Lip still has this kind of power over you.

He buries his face between your boobs, and you shriek in response, not expecting it, letting out a loud laugh. Lip loves teasing you, so next, he sticks his head under your hoodie and t-shirt too, hiding there and wiping his wet hair on your tummy at the same time.

“Lip,” you scream, laughing hysterically. You can’t help it—it tickles so much, the touch completely unexpected. “Come out and have dinner with me, crazy boy,” you say, patting his head over the clothes, trying to catch your breath.

That makes Lip peek out from under there, where you’re all warm and soft, and you smile at him, running your fingers through his hair again, this time fixing it properly.

Lip runs off to change into sweatpants and a dry t-shirt while you reheat the quiche. He crowds you against the counter as you devour the meal like savages, before rushing to the bedroom, laughing and stumbling over each other.

Lip grabs the blanket from the end of the bed and wraps it around both of you, pulling you close to him as you lay on your sides, facing each other.

"I'm sorry I made you worry," Lip says after a long stretch of silence. His voice is softer now, not playful like before. He holds your hand, the gesture innocent and genuine, reminding you of the beginning of your relationship. “I didn’t mean to… y’know, leave you hanging like that. I really didn’t mean to make you stress out."

"It’s okay," you reply, though the worry still lingers in your mind. "I just didn’t know where you were. My imagination got the best of me, I guess."

Lip brings your hand to his mouth, so you hear the next words as much as you feel them. "You’re sweet, you know that?" Lip says, his blue eyes soft as he watches you.

Your heart softens at his words, and you smile, shifting closer so you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face. The flannel pillowcase is soft against your cheek. "Sweet, huh?" you tease gently, though your voice is quiet, touched by his simple confession and the lingering emotions from earlier. "Not too much?"

Lip chuckles softly, the sound low and reassuring. "Nah, just the right amount." He pauses, his thumb gently tracing the back of your hand, a slow, thoughtful movement. "I like that you care… more than you know."

[celticcrossanon]

Certain people here have been criticizing William and Kate for supposedly wanting to be more like celebrity activists. William has already made it clear he sees a different vision for the kind of work he wants to do. He says he wants to make more of an impact. I do think that this is an influence of Diana. Now the royalists who are loyal to Charles (well, I guess they have to be loyal to him as he is the king) have been criticizing William for not going to the memorial service for the late King Constantine. Even royal reporters have jumped on the chance to criticize William. But let us ask ourselves, is attendance to this memorial of utmost importance? Why is this memorial being given so much press? It’s an odd happenstance that the BRF is even hosting this in the first place. A lot of people have lost the plot. William has become enemy number 1. Even Andrew’s better than him. This is why it all still goes back to Diana. This is still a matter of the royal family (Charles? or Camilla? the lizard person behind the scenes? just kidding) vs Diana. William is caught in the middle. He can’t even win the general public (or should I just say citizens of the internet) because he doesn’t use the mummy card anymore, even though he is being attacked right now for reasons still connected to Diana. Harry has won that crowd because of his constant use of the mummy card. They accuse William of being an adulterer, even a wife beater, and worse, some are even suggesting murderer. And why? Because he continues to stand for the fucking institution, an institution that is now willing to throw him under the bus because he has his own ideas. I seriously hope William is still in a good place right now. I seriously hope he didn’t hurt Kate. Stop focusing on Harry and Meghan. The real enemy is Charles. The real enemy is the fucking institution.

Hi Nonny,

Prince William has plenty of loyal supporters and is consistently at the top of the YouGov polls for the royals, so I wouldn't worry to much about the noise on X. Empty vessels make the most noise and all that.

I don't think King Charles is the enemy, in that I don't think he is actively trying to smear the monarchy the way Harry and Meghan do. I think he may do things that will damage the monarchy, but that is because he is following his own desires and not really considering the affect of said desires on the institution.

I think that Prince William and Princess Catherine are as well as they can be considering the things they are dealing with (death of Thomas Kingston, King Charles's cancer, her surgery etc). I also think that they will continue to support the monarchy as they are loyal to the crown.

If you are so against the people who are attacking Prince William, why do you contribute to it by saying you hope he didn't hurt his wife? I don't think Prince William would ever hurt his wife or any other woman. Harry is the one with the rumours about beating up women, not Prince William.

[reiverreturns]

I’m only starting to get into f1 can you explain the offseason f1 vs fia drama I wanna understand it

I certainly can m'love!

So a little bit of background context before I get into the meat. This whole drama centres around three main players. The first of these is Susie Wolff, an ex-DTM and F1 development driver, former CEO of Formula E, and now MD of the all-female series F1 Academy reporting directly into Stefano Domenicali. She also happens to be married to Toto Wolff (our second player), Team Principal of Mercedes AMG. Our third player is Mohammed Ben Sulayem, current FIA president who has been plagued with accusations of fostering sexism as of late as well as being an outright misogynist, stating that he thought women were stupider than men on a personal website prior to his election. He is also well known for not being popular in the ranks of F1, who see him as a powerplayer and someone who continually overreaches to influence the sport to an unreasonable degree.

SO. This all starts with swirling media rumours that earlier this season there was an incident in a TP meeting where Toto accidentally shared confidential insider information that triggered a complaint from one or more of the other team principals. The implication here was that Susie told Toto the insider info because she's his wife and apparently doesn't give a shit about professional integrity. Anyway the FIA confirmed this in a statement yesterday and said their Compliance Department is actively looking into the matter as a potential conflict of interest. Neither Toto, Susie, Merc, F1, or anyone else had been notified of this investigation and learned with all the rest of us through the press release that this was an ongoing investigation. Susie Wolff sends the most dignified and classy fuck you of all time via instagram and I fall in love with her a little more

Still, it's fair to investigate a complaint, right? Well here's the thing - this evening every single F1 team (bar Merc obvs) have released a statement saying they did not complain to the FIA about a potential conflict of interest. And if no one complained, the FIA have basically been caught with their pants down. They have either 1. taken grossly inappropriate action based on one shitty media report, 2. have lied about their reasons for investigating the Wolffs and Susie in particular, or 3. given the entire F1 paddock reason to lie about this which seems very unrealistic. F1 teams will happily throw one another under the bus for a dime there would have to be something immense happening to make them unite like this.

It's hard not to see this mess as a classic Ben Sulayem overreach and extremely sexist gamble to try and oust Susie Wolff from her senior position in the organisation. It's also hard not to see the teams' action tonight as a coordinated attempt to put pressure on the FIA and for Ben Sulayem to resign. Either way, someone's lied on an extremely public stage, put people's careers at risk, and the fallout is going to go on well into the new year.

Oh, and the FIA end of season awards show is on Friday. You know, the one some members of the Merc team got fined for not attending a few years ago when Hamilton got screwed out of an eighth world title. Lol. That should be a barrel of laughs.

Anyway that's what you missed on Glee I hope it helps/made some sense?!

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 27

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

Warnings: Second first time, vaginal sex, protected, dirty talk

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MASTERLIST

While driving back home, I see her moving a few times on her own seat through the corner of my eye, trying to find the best posture, or maybe she's just uncomfortable after everything that happened today. She moves again, this time trying to reach the buttons on the console. She presses them a few times, only to give up with a snort while her body goes back to lean correctly on her seat.

—It's not working? —I ask, confused.

—No.

While still controlling the wheel, I try to blindly get the heater to work; but the air that comes out is still chilly. My eyes move constantly from the road to the console, trying to find the reason as to why it's not working.

Great. I'll have to take it to the mechanic.

—It's not working —I ended up confirming—. Hold the wheel.

—What?

She seems shocked at my suggestion, but it isn't like she has any time to think it through either. I move my hands away, forcing Y/n to bend over and hold the wheel with one hand while I try to take my jacket off as fast as possible, leaving it on her thighs and holding the wheel back again.

—Thanks.

—I told you you'd be cold without a jacket.

She squints her eyes at me, pressing her lips together while holding back one of her responses. She'd have replied back if she hadn't been as busy putting my jacket on, and sitting cozily on her side.

—How are you feeling? —I ask, once we drive past the welcome sign to her hometown.

—Cozy, thanks for the jacket —she smiles at me.

I know what she's trying to do. Not only is she avoiding the topic, but she's also playing it funny so I'll get distracted by it. Too bad it's not going to work out today.

—You know what I'm asking.

She sighs, taking a few minutes to finally answer.

—Relieved —she says under her breath—. These days I was thinking I was the one in that bed, the possibility of being in Amber's position was killing me. So knowing that I wasn't, learning that I was the lucky one out of the two in that situation is a relief —she scoffs, moving her eyes away—. I know how fucked up that is.

I can understand how she feels. I do because that was my first thought while hearing her parents telling her about what happened. I felt a weight going off my shoulders as soon as I knew she wasn't the victim, and I didn't even feel bad about that feeling until I realized a few moments later.

At this point, I'd do anything to protect her from everything that could go wrong. Even if it meant throwing others under the bus.

—It doesn't make you a bad person though. You're relieved it wasn't you, but it doesn't mean you're glad it happened to your friend —I tilt my head—. You and your friend were victims, on different lengths of the word, but you were.

But yes, it's okay to feel happy you weren't the one that'd have to carry that trauma forever.

The rest of the way is silent. Although it's a different type of silence. When we were on our way to her parents' home, I could tell she was nervous and uneasy, she wasn't speaking because she didn't really know what she wanted to say. But right now, it's just silent because we have nothing to talk about, and we both are feeling comfortable just like this, with the music being the only thing filling the silence.

Although it all changes when, on a red light, I check my phone to find a message from Mark.

—Ashh —I throw my head back, not believing I have to go back to the studio to check on some designs.

All because I forgot he asked me to do it before I left the studio yesterday.

—What? —she asks.

—I forgot I had to retouch some designs —I turn to her—. Do you mind if I make a quick stop at the studio?

—No, you can't —she says with a straight face.

I understand it though. After everything that happened today, I bet the last thing she wants is to be waiting for me in the car, instead of going straight back home and getting some rest. But the corners of her lips betray her when they slightly move up. I give her a warning look, moving my eyes back to the road so I start driving again.

—'Course you can.

I'm sure it won't take long, but I still ask her whether she'd want to come with me or just wait in the car, once we get to the studio. She opts for staying inside, hugging onto my jacket before signaling me to get in the studio.

Perfectly placed on my chair, I see my old drawing book. I make sure there's nothing else to check, just so I can leave peacefully and join Y/n back in the car. I hand her the drawing book, starting the engine again while she just goes through all of my works without saying a word.

—They all are so good —she mentions, going through all the pages.

—I know —I scoff.

She snorts again, throwing her head back and closing the drawing book.

—That's why I can't be nice with you.

—Yet you always are.

While we two are bickering, or more like playfully getting on each other's nerves, my phone rings in the back pocket of my jeans. Moving fast, I take the phone out and hand it out to Y/n, before asking her to tell me who it is and what it's about.

"Close the studio and set the alarm".

—I always do —I complain slowly.

Not once I left the studio unattended, or acted careless enough to put anything that's inside in danger. Not even when I first started working there. I guess the "little brother" thing comes along with him dating my sister, and extends to every aspect of our lives. Can't say I'm annoyed by it, but it pisses me off sometimes.

Too busy thinking about Mark and his older brother complex, I can perceive a light still coming from her side of the car. After giving her a quick look, I have to hold back my laugh when I catch her trying to get through my chat list.

—What are you doing?

—Nothing.

—I told you I'm not talking to anyone else —I sing, knowing she hasn't found anything.

If I had something to hide, I wouldn't have handed her my phone. Yes, there are conversations with different girls, but all of them happened before we both decided to get into this deal. Not only do I want to keep my word, but I've also had an incredibly awful time finding other girls attractive -even if I wanted to a few months back. My mind would instantly compare them to her, to every single detail that either pisses me off or I love, just to come to the conclusion that there's no one like her. And, whether I liked it or not, I was tied to her before it was even a choice for me.

I chuckle when she hands the phone back and I save it in my pocket again.

I don't really want to leave her at home. Actually, I don't want to sleep without her tonight. Yeah, I think that's the best way to put it.

—So, cocktease, we have two options —she raises an eyebrow when I say that—. Either you sleep at my house or I sleep at yours.

—Or you can sleep at yours and I sleep at mine.

—That won't be possible —I fake a sigh—. Because I really want to sleep with you tonight.

Maybe it's just me being overprotective, and wanting to make sure she's safe and peaceful after everything that happened today. Or maybe I'm the one who needs a good sleep, and I'll only get it if she's with me.

—Your house is nearer.

Never an indirect yes has made me happier.

✸ ✸ ✸

I'm not aware of what a bad idea it was until I'm unable to get myself to sleep. The mere thought of her body next to mine, under the sheets, is making my skin burn. And I'm so tempted to get up and sleep on the couch... That is the last thing I should be thinking of right now, and here I am. I'm a big asshole for this.

—You can't sleep? —I hear her asking.

—You either?

The way she's looking at my lips right now isn't of help, because I've already been dying to kiss her again and how she's looking at me is encouraging me to get over her and kiss her.

—You keep looking at my lips.

How she rushes to move her eyes back to mine makes me smile. As if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't.

—I didn't say you had to stop doing it.

—I know —she whispers—. You're also looking at my lips.

I know. They look even more tempting when the shadows remark even more on each one of her corners and lines.

—It's either looking at them or kissing them —I confess.

—Why can't you do both?

—That's a really good idea.

—Right?

I nod slowly, moving closer to her before I give her a soft and short peck. And while it should be enough to put me to sleep, I still think I need more. And so does she, pulling me in for another kiss, passionately and deeper.

As if that had been something she wanted to do all day.

Despite the intensity of the kiss, my hand moves over her body carefully, placing it on her waist. But she moves, wrapping her hand around my neck, trying to encourage me to go for more, to give my all to her. And I'm ready to give her everything she could ask for.

I follow her kiss, daring to move my hand lower on her hip, bringing her closer to my body. I earn a few whines from her every time I avoid her tongue, until she manages to push it against mine when I hover over her body.

I try to stop every grind that comes from her hips, because I know I'll lose any bit of control with the touch of her body on mine. But instead of stopping her, that makes her land one of her legs over me, too near my crotch, almost rubbing her knee against it.

Giving in to what she wants, like the spoiled girl I want her to be, I move my fingers carefully over her panties, barely touching her pussy over the fabric, but enough to make her jump and gasp.

—What? You liked that? —I move my fingers like that again.

Those timid and playful touches get more serious when I slide her panties down and raise the oversized t-shirt, touching every centimeter of her body, finding joy on every gasp and quiet moan that comes out of her lips. And of course she fights back, moving her knee against my crotch, rubbing my dick harder the moment I lend over her to trap one of her hard nipples in my lips.

She clouds my head. It's like there's nothing else I can think of that isn't her taste and her scent, so fucking lost in everything I feel just by being able to be like this right now.

I move her body, pulling from the leg over my lap, so she's finally straddling me. I didn't know what I was setting myself to, until I saw her completely naked on top of me. Y/n was dangerous, because she knew all of my weaknesses, she knew perfectly what I liked because I made sure to let her know.

She kept teasing me every time I wanted to kiss her, moving her head back with a smirk as soon as she heard me whining in consequence, and almost losing it when her hips grinded directly against my clothed cock, humping on it like she's done way too many times already. She showers my face with kisses, from my cheek, to the mole down my lip, and traces my jaw with the tip of her tongue until she reaches my earlobe -and at that point, I'm struggling not to arch my back and switch positions again.

—Y/n, babe... —I call her

—Hmm? —she takes the sensitive skin of my earlobe between her teeth.

—Kiss me.

It's soft and sweet at first, but it gets sloppier the more needy she is. The kiss is as messy as her humps against me, topping it with a drowned moan as she cums over me.

While she tries to recover from her high, I still kiss her, changing the intensity of the kiss again, as if I wanted to protect her from everything, as if she was the most delicate being in the world.

This isn't over though.

She still sucks on my lips like she wants to get a lot more from me than what I've just given her, and I'm ready to give in only if she's sure about it.

—You sure?

She finally looks at me. And for the first time, I can tell she is indeed sure. Y/n wants this to happen just as much as I do, and I don't really need anything else right now.

—Yes —she pecks my chin—. I want to fuck you.

She's so sexy all by herself, but when she uses the things I taught her, she gets so devilishly hot.

I make her straddle my belly, just to be able to take off my boxers without her having to move away from me. After everything that happened the last time we tried it, I'm sure of one thing: I need to let her know I'm with her throughout the whole process, I'm the only one here, and the only thing that matters right now is that she enjoys it as much as possible.

I sit on the bed, with her legs still wrapped around her and her warmth now going down the base of my cock again.

—Do everything I tell you —I warn her—. Don't close your eyes. I don't care how fucked out I make you feel. Keep your eyes always on me.

With one hand cupping her cheek, while my thumb rubbed on her skin, the other wrapped myself around the condom carefully under her attentive gaze.

—It'll be just us —I assure her, kissing her shoulder.

I lift her body, just enough for my tip to be resting against her entrance.

—Put it in, baby.

She moves her trembling hand nervously to my cock, her other hand finds support on my shoulder while her eyes try to find reassurance on mine. She feels warm and tight around my tip, but I control myself to follow her needs and follow the pace she settles.

She traps her lip under her teeth, while her eyebrows are frowned. I know it might bother her, and even be hurtful to be stretched out properly for the first time. This time she's completely conscious of everything that's happening.

—Eyes on me —I warn her, when I see her almost closing her eyes—. When you need time, pat my shoulder and I will stop.

We both sigh relieved when I'm fully inside of her, taking a few seconds to get used to each other. This posture is a bit hard, not because of the position itself, but the fact that I'm lifting her body while also controlling the speed she goes down on me, making it as slow as possible so it wouldn't be too much for her.

—You're okay?

She nods. And while I'm dying to kiss her lips, I restrict myself to only kissing her corners or her cheeks, just to make sure she'll keep her eyes open throughout the whole thing. I try to comfort her when some whines come from her, as I keep making her move up and down slowly.

After a few minutes, something in the way she positions herself changes. The grip her arms have around my shoulders seems more confident, as if she wanted to tell me she was ready for more. And, at some point, I'm not the one managing her moves, because she keeps humping a bit faster with every thrust.

—You feel so fucking good, cocktease —I moan—. You're so tight, yet you took me so well. Gonna fuck me just as good?

She nods fast, rubbing my nose against hers while we keep eye contact as if our lives depended on it. I can tell she's struggling to move properly, and I know it's annoying her because, along with her moans, she huffs and whines.

—Move like this.

Cupping her ass, I try to teach her how to do it so it'd feel more pleasurable for her, making her rub her clit against my belly a few times at some point. Just a few moves in that new way, and we're both long gone. Our moans are out of our control, and I can't explain how good it feels to see her enjoying sex this way.

I know she's reached a new level of pleasure when she starts being unable to control her body, except for her hips, letting her head fall back. But I'm not allowing her to do that, at least not today. Tangling my fingers around her locks, I force her to lock back at me, groaning directly into her mouth.

—Let me see how good it feels —I kiss her jaw—. And see how good you're making me feel.

—Kook, your cock feels so good —her nails dig on my skin as she moves faster with every minute.

—Fuck, cum with me, babe —my voice breaks while I ask her that.

We both ride over each other's bodies, going after the same thing until we finally get it, holding onto each other tight as if we were the only thing that could keep us afloat in this sea of pleasure.

After finally being aware of what happened, she hides her face on my neck, while her fingers caress my skin and hug me tight. While all I can do is just kiss her shoulder and play with her hair.

—Was I good? —she finally asks, with a shaky breath.

—You were perfect —I smile against her skin—. Was it okay? Did I hurt you?

—No —she giggles, comforting me instantly—. It was great.

—Thank you —he whispers.

Those words take her by surprise, because almost instantly she moves back, giving me a confused look. Before answering, I move one of her locks behind her ear, just so I could see her face in full display.

—Thank you for trusting me both times.

I really don't want to think about anything else when she kisses me. Mainly, because I want to treasure this moment for as much time as possible. 

[thebirdandthebee]

Easy As

A Carmen Berzatto Universe

Hey ya’ll. I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA. I’ve been going through some real shit in my personal life that’s been a big drain on me. Any feedback on this chapter is welcome - another request from my inbox!

Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.

Chapter 27: Tips

“Oh my God, I’m so excited,” Vanessa grinned, a wild look in her eyes as she fluffed her bangs in Carmy’s office, leaning down to check herself in the broken mirror perched on his desk.

“You’re the first person I’ve ever heard say they’re excited to be a server,” Carmy shook his head, grabbing his lucky pen to stick in her pocket.

The Bear was short employees �� extremely short. A virus was running through the staff and Carmy exhausted all of his other options before picking up his cell to call Ness.

“Hi Baby how’s work?” She answered, he could hear the rustle of the wax paper he’d wrapped her a sandwich in before he left for work earlier that day.

“I need a favor, Ness,” he said, and she could practically see him running his hands through his hair. “How would you like to turn The Bear into a family business for the night?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” She asked through a mouthful of bread.

“Ricky and Ginny and Leo are all out sick,” he spoke of the serving staff that started after the renovation.

“Oh no,” she swallowed, “who’s going to serve tonight?” She asked, standing in front of the mirror over the kitchen sink, running a finger under her eye to swipe away a wisp of dried mascara.

“Tulo’s going to help,” he mentioned one of their on-again off-again dishwashers. “And maybe you?” He added.

“Me?” Vanessa’s brows shot up. “You want me to come in and help?” She asked.

“If you don’t mind, Ness,” Carmen sighed. “We’ve all called around people we’d trust but it’s a Saturday night…” he trailed.

“So you’d get to be my boss?” She asked with a small grin, already knowing she’d come in to help.

“Babe, I’m already the boss,” he countered, making her throw her head back with a laugh.

“Oh, you wish,” she giggled. “Of course I’ll come help,” she insisted, lifting a weight from her husband’s shoulders. “But baby I’ve never served before, I don’t know what to do,” she added, already walking back to the bedroom to freshen up.

“We’ll do a run through in the next hour,” he explained, “can you just get down here before four?” He asked.

“Changing now and I’ll hop in a car,” she said, stepping into the bathroom. “See you soon, boss.”

Carmen shook his head as he hung up. He was so grateful to have Vanessa on his team, and he was excited to see her a little longer tonight.

“Ness coming?” Syd asked, withholding her own sniffles. There simply wasn’t time for her to be feeling under the weather tonight.

Carmen nodded and Syd could also breathe a little easier.

“Run me the specials again,” Carmen said, tying up Vanessa’s blue apron at the small of her back.

“A little tighter, Carm, I’m trying to make some tips tonight,” she replied, earning an open-palm smack to her ass. She rattled off the night’s specials with a smile, looping her arms around Carmen’s neck. “And a cherry on top,” she finished, leaning forward to press her lips against his.

“No kissing the boss,” he said, eyes soft nonetheless.

“Baby, I am the boss,” she replied, giving him one more soft peck.

“Butt looks good,” he said, sliding his hand down over her curves. She’d donned a pair of fitted wide-leg trousers that generously showed off her nipped waist and round ass.

“You think I’m kidding about these tips?” She asked, “I called Nicola and she gave me some pointers, including the pants,” she laughed. Nicola was a waitress at a family restaurant in West Town through high school. “I might be new to serving, but I know how to work a room,” she winked.

And boy did Vanessa know how to work a room.

The kitchen was a well-oiled machine. At full strength, Carmen could easily focus on his tasks for the night. Even missing a few parts, they all knew what needed to be executed, but every time he could hear Vanessa’s gentle laugh and lilt, he found himself looking out toward the dining room.

He thought it was a total load of shit she’d never worked in the restaurant industry or as a server before. She floated in and out of the kitchen effortlessly – collecting dishes with a smile and taking in the chaos of the room without blinking. She took direction and listened as she received instructions, asking intentional questions and making sure to effectively and efficiently use her time.

Between the second and third rounds of seatings, she stole away to Carmen’s office, a cold diet coke in hand.

“Checking in,” Carmen poked his head into the office as well, seeing his wife sitting on his desk with her feet perched on his desk chair.

“Hi, baby,” she smiled, taking a sip of her drink.

“How are you doing?” He asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

“Good,” she insisted with a nod. “Kinda wish I wore better shoes, but I’ll make it work, only two more rounds of reservations left,” she shrugged.

“Tulo is impressed,” Carmen said, wrapping her up in a hug, rubbing his hands up and down her back, feeling her melt into his chest. “We all are,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek, just in front of her ear.

“It’s fun,” she said, eyes resting as he held her close. “I’m glad I can help,” she added, “plus, I’ve made eight hundred bucks tonight, so I’m going to be funding a whole spa day next week.” Carmen laughed, not surprised at all.

“Good plan,” he encouraged, “anything you need from me before next shift?” He asked.

“Just you,” she smiled, leaning back to look into his eyes.

“You already got me,” he reminded, flashing up his left hand where he was donning his black silicone ring. His gold band never came to the restaurant.

“Forever,” she grinned, squeezing a handful of his ass in her hand.

“I’ll tell HR,” he threatened as two loud knocks landed on the door.

“Five minutes!” Syd called.

“She’s the real boss,” Vanessa commented, Carmen nodding in agreement.

The third round of dinner went by quickly and Vanessa continued to impress both the staff and the customers. It wasn’t easy getting a reservation at The Bear these days and she knew that part of paying for the experience was exceptional service – she didn’t want to let Carmen or anyone else down.

On the last round of the night, and as some of the staff had moved to kitchen clean as dishes were finalized, Vanessa’s purview whittled down to three tables, an older couple at one, two newly divorced girlfriends at another, and a four top of corporate business bros.

“Now fellas,” Vanessa smiled as she approached the table, which had already rung up an $800 bill on alcohol alone. “I know I can’t send you out into the night without dessert,” she added. “I need you to try our pastry chef’s chocolate cake – it will ruin all other chocolate cake for you,” she insisted.

The closest to her, a blonde, who’d been eating up her presence all night grinned in a way that showed off each and every crown in his mouth.

“I think you might be the most delicious thing here,” he leaned back in his chair, confident from his several glasses of bourbon. “So if you’re saying it’s the best, I gotta take the recommendation.”

“Careful now,” Vanessa shook her head with a smirk, “my husband is a very jealous man, and he handles all the sharp knives back there,” she jammed her thumb over her shoulder. “But I’ll put in an order for four slices.”

And if she put a little extra swing in her step back to the kitchen – that was between her and God.

“Ness?” Carmen asked as he watched his wife push her cleavage up, tucking away any stray baby hairs that had escaped her ponytail from earlier.

“Tuition isn’t cheap, baby,” she replied, making Ebraheim howl with delight. A joke, of course, as her tuition was coming straight out of her trust fund – an exception made by her father who was all too thrilled that his daughter was going after an advanced degree. “Men are so easy,” she finished, smoothly stacking four plates of chocolate cake on her arms before heading back out to the dining room. Carmen looked over to Tina, who simply shrugged with a smile.

After the last reservation settled their bill, and the lowboys had been properly cleaned, Vanessa and Carmen made their way back to the train stop to head home – the evening quickly approaching midnight.

“Twelve-hundred dollars and two phone numbers,” Vanessa waved around her receipts, making Carmen laugh.

“I’m never asking you to fill in again,” he replied.

“Oh, I’ll go right to Syd,” she countered. “This was fun!”

“Thank you for helping out,” Carmen said, pulling her into his side as they picked the back corner of a nearly empty car.

“’Course, baby,” Vanessa smiled, “anything for you.”

“Anything?” Carmen asked.

“Yes, Chef.”

[callsign-magnolia]

Lost In Translation // Confessions

MATURE CONTENT (18+)

Synopsis: Liz falls in love with her childhood best friend, thinking he is the man of her dreams. But what is she to do when the real man of her dreams comes along?

Bradley Bradshaw as Noah

Bobby Floyd as Harrison

Warnings: Angst, cursing, violence, eventual smut.

Collaboration w/: @alltimereverie

I'm A Whore? | Masterlist

This was the first awkward silence we've had. Here, in his truck, him sitting so close and yet so far. I wanted to say something but what do I say? "I'm glad you told me you slept with him." I didn't expect that. But I also never expected Noah to try and throw me under the bus for it either. But it's laughable because in reality, he's the one who's in hot water. 

I looked at Noah's face, he was lightly snoring. His arm was gently around my waist which made it easy to slip out of bed. I grabbed my shirt and leggings, slipping them back on as I turned to make sure he was still asleep. I quietly grabbed my phone, walking out of the bedroom and onto his front porch. I looked at the time, realizing it would be four in the afternoon in Japan.

I wanted to call Harrison, tell him what I did. We're not together anymore, but I wanted him to know, I felt like he needed to. I pulled up his contact, hesitating for a moment before pressing the call button. I couldn't even lift it to my ear until he answered. "Hello?" I screwed my eyes shut, questioning every decision I've made up until this moment. "Lizzy?" I sighed, knowing he wouldn't stop until I answered now.

"Hey." My voice was so quiet, I barely heard myself. "You okay? It's like two a.m. there isn't it?" I nodded, taking a deep breath. "I just wanted to talk." I said as I pulled my legs closer, leaning forward on them. “What’s going on?” He asked and tears blurred my vision. I felt ridiculous calling him now, he wouldn’t want to hear about this. “Nothing. Just missed hearing your voice.” He chuckled on the other end. “Honestly, I miss hearing your voice too.” A smile took over my face at his words. “But I know you wouldn’t call me unless you needed to talk.” I sighed, looking down at my toes where the polish was chipping off. “It’s not worth talking about.” He huffed on the other side of the line. “Lizzy.” I bit my lip, picking at my nails. “I did something stupid.” I could practically see the soft smile on his face even if he was thousands miles away. “Nothing you do could ever be considered stupid.” I shook my head, biting my lip as tears formed. “Harrison, this was really stupid.” 

“You can tell me what’s wrong, Lizzy.” I shook my head. “I never should’ve called. You’ll hate me.” I cried. I was about to hang up when he stopped me. “I could never hate you, Lizzy. I still love you.” I turned my eyes up to the sky, mainly in an attempt to keep the tears at bay, but also because I needed to debate my next words. I took a deep breath, breathing out the four words. “I love you too.” I could almost hear the grin creeping up his face. “So are you gonna tell me about this ‘stupid’ decision?” I knew he may look at me differently, but I wanted to be honest with him. “I slept with Noah.” It was a whisper, lost in the late night breeze that blew by. Harrison didn’t say anything for a long time, and I was so sure he would hang up and never speak to me again. “Did you want to?” I wiped my tears from my eyes. “I thought I did. It’s just- I miss you and I was hoping that maybe it would help me move on. But if anything, it made me realize how much I miss being with you.” I tried to keep my voice steady, but it was hard. 

“Fuck. Lizzy I miss you so much.” A small smile grew on my lips. “I wish you could come home. I’d give anything for you to come back.” He chuckled. “I’d give up my entire career to come home, pretty girl.” My heart soared at the nickname, making me feel all warm inside. “Don’t do that. Not for me.” He sighed. “I’ll try to find a way to come home, pretty girl. I thought us breaking up would be a good idea. But it’s one of the biggest mistakes in my life.” I smiled, realizing I wasn’t alone in my feelings. “I wish I never let you do it.” I laughed, wiping the tears from my eyes. He laughed as well before it went silent. “Why don’t you get some sleep, Lizzy? I know it’s late, or early. Either way you should go back to bed.” I nodded, standing from the concrete porch. “Goodnight, Harrison.” I bit my lip, holding back the smile on my face. “Goodnight, Lizzy.” With that I hung up and slowly made my way back to Noah’s room. 

I was fully intent on grabbing my shoes and going home, but then I saw he was awake and sitting up. “I thought you left.” I shook my head. “Just needed some air, but maybe it’s best if I left.” He furrowed his brows at me. “Why?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. This just feels weird.” He smiled at me and motioned me closer. Once I was at the edge of the bed, he grabbed my hand, pulling me into the bed and into his arms. “It doesn’t have to be weird. We’ve known each other for years and you’ve stayed over before. Plus it’s really late and we had a lot to drink. So why don’t you stay and I’ll take you out for brunch in the morning.” He said as he wrapped his arms around me, placing a kiss to my temple. “Okay.” I agreed. He had a lot of good points. He laid back down in the bed, and held the covers up till I joined him. Once I was laying flat, he pulled me back into his chest. I thought over my conversation with Harrison, replaying it in my head. Wondering just how long it would be before he got to come home, if he kept his word. 

Communication between Harrison and I was slim to none after that. I was upset with him for a while, because I felt like he just told me what I wanted to hear. But then he slowly started texting and calling, and before I knew it he was standing on my doorstep.After we got back to his house, Harrison sat on the counter as I took a warm rag and gently dabbed at the cut on his lip. “I’m sorry.” I said and he furrowed his brows in confusion. “Sorry for what?” He asked, grabbing my wrist to stop me. “If I hadn’t been impulsive and slept with him, this wouldn’t have happened.” He gave me a soft smile before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into him. “In case you forgot, he hasn’t liked me since the beginning. So even if you two hadn’t slept together, he would’ve found another way to start a fight.” 

I nodded, knowing he was right. “I still hate that he did this though.” I said as I pulled away, swiping at his lip a little more. He smiled at me, his hand coming up and cradling my cheek. “I’d do it all again for you, pretty girl.” I grinned at him as he leaned his forehead against mine. “I really, really love you Lizzy.” I leaned up, kissing him softly. “I love you too, Harrison.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he slid off the counter, grabbing my waist gently and pulled me flush against him, his forehead still on mine. “Marry me.” My eyes below wide as I leaned back a little, staring up at him. “Wh-what?” I was in disbelief, shocked that he asked. “I love you Lizzy and I know you’re it for me. So please, say yes and marry me.” I couldn’t wrap my head around his question, but as I stared up into those bright blue eyes, I knew I wanted him for the rest of my life. “Yes.” It was a whisper, one I thought he didn’t hear. “Really?” I nodded. “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” excitement thrummed through me as he picked me up, my legs wrapping around my waist as he kissed me. “You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world. I’m sorry I don’t have a ring-” I shook my head, cutting him off. “I don’t care about a ring.” I kissed him quickly before pulling back. “Holy fuck. We’re getting married.” 

Wedding planning took up a lot of our time. We were going crazy trying to make this the wedding we wanted, and thankfully we agreed on most things. Or Harrison was just agreeing with me. We went out the day after he proposed and went ring shopping. I told him I was fine without one, but he said I just had to have one. So I indulged him and let him buy one. I insisted he buy me the six hundred dollar princess cut, but he wouldn’t give in until I agreed on the fifteen hundred dollar gold cathedral style pear cut ring that he saw me ogling at when we first got here. Once the invitations came in we sat down and started addressing them. We went through the list, and I stopped when I saw Noah’s address. “You okay?” Harrison asked, his hand on my thigh. “Yeah, I just, I was caught off guard seeing Noah’s address.” I said before tossing it to the side. “Do you want to invite him?” He asked and I furrowed my brows at him. “No. No, not at all.” I said before turning back to the envelopes in front of me. “It’s okay if you do, Lizzy.” I shook my head. 

“No it’s not, after what he did, I shouldn’t even want to invite him.” I said as I threw my pen down. “He’s been your best friend since you were five. If you want to invite him, then invite him.” I stared at the paper with his address, tears forming in my eyes. “What’s wrong, pretty girl?” He asked, standing and coming over to me. “What if I invite him and he doesn’t come?” I knew that would hurt way more than not sending an invitation at all. “Then that tells you how he really feels.” The words made my tears fall, dripping onto the dining room table where we sat. “Lizzy, this can be some closure for you. If he shows up, your friendship can still be mended, if he doesn’t, then there’s nothing there to mend.” He said as he squatted down next to my chair, reaching up and wiping away some tears. “Shouldn’t you be telling me to not invite him? I mean, he did attack you at the bar.” He just gave me a soft smile before he stood and placed a kiss on my hair. “I’m never going to keep you from something that makes you happy, and if he does I’m not gonna stop you or leave you.” God, how did I end up with someone so amazing? So, with a little encouragement from my fiance, I addressed the letter to him and sent it out with the rest. Either way, come the wedding I’ll have an answer.

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Taglist: @dhwanishah09 @wkndwlff @genius2050

[rosesarereds-posts]

"The Glass Essay" by Anne Carson.

I

I can hear little clicks inside my dream.

Night drips its silver tap

down the back.

At 4 A.M. I wake. Thinking

of the man who

left in September.

His name was Law.

My face in the bathroom mirror

has white streaks down it.

I rinse the face and return to bed.

Tomorrow I am going to visit my mother.

She lives on a moor in the north.

She lives alone.

Spring opens like a blade there.

I travel all day on trains and bring a lot of books—

some for my mother, some for me

including The Collected Works Of Emily Brontë.

This is my favourite author.

Also my main fear, which I mean

to confront.

II

I am reading her diary in her kitchen.

Honey-colored air surrounds me

and the windows of her house

are open to a green field.

I can smell the bushes near the shoreline where

the large peonies are out.

Her rotting shingles falling

on the grass are a kind of perfection,

as this ivy on the chimney.

Also a sunken pear tree

out by the moor lane, and the whole

nature shrine ablaze with foxgloves.

She is walking back and forth,

up and down, as though

questioning the very floor.

Who is it now?

Who is it?

weeps my mother,

circling the dining table.

Who has come back to us?

Who?

III

The night is darkening round me,

the wild winds coldly blow;

But a tyrant spell has bound me

and I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending

their bare boughs weighed with snow.

And the storm is fast descending,

and yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,

wastes beyond wastes below;

but nothing drear can move me;

I will not, cannot go.

IV

It is a glass of water

steady on the bedside table:

the fragile kind, that is

and transparent the way only

inanimate objects are.

I taste its coolness, and in this kind of heat

my pleasure is guilty.

V

Two years ago I was in Newfoundland

for Christmas. It was cold.

My sister-in-law lives there.

She is the one

who said "You have to go on living,

you can't kill yourself

just because you can't get a man."

She said that.

VI

I met a man once

and loved him.

He loved me not.

It was terrible.

VII

I have been thinking

about the changeable

and fickle nature

of love.

I have been thinking

about the moment

when you first realize

that love is not enough.

VIII

I remember

a little

the way

my mother

would kneel

on the floor

in front of

the tall

wooden radio

and tunefully

transform

the pain

in her voice

into a rich

and moving

sensation.

The radio

was a temple

and she

was the priestess

who nightly

entered

the world

of the unseen.

IX

I am in a glass case

emotionally.

Looking out.

Lately the only thing

that interests me

is the possibility

of finding

a new way

to say things.

X

In the dream

I am sitting

at my father's table

and my father is sitting

at his table

and Law is sitting

at his table

and we are all

having a meal together.

It is a Sunday

afternoon.

It is a meal

I have prepared

for the three of us.

But Law is angry

and starts shouting at me

about my cooking.

He is so angry

he begins to knock dishes

off the table one by one.

I try to ignore him

and keep eating

but he begins

to throw things

at me.

I stand up

to get away from him

and when I do

he throws the table

at me.

I am under the table

looking at his feet

and the table is pressing

on my head.

He is standing there

with his fists

clenched and I know

he is going to kill me.

XI

I woke up

and went to the window.

A bus was passing.

The sky cleared

and I saw the moon.

XII

I am a glass

person.

I am a glass

person.

I am a glass person.

XIII

In the dream

I am a girl

with a glass eye.

I look out

the peephole

and see

the world

as a chamber

of empty

space.

I am afraid

to go out

for fear

of falling

into that space.

XIV

In the dream

I am walking

with my father

and he is talking

about the history

of fish.

He says

they have been here

for millions of years

and that we

know very little

about them.

I think of you

and feel sad.

XV

I am writing

this in a place

where I can see

the sea.

It is winter

and it is night.

I am alone.

I have never

been so alone

in my life.

XVI

I am a glass

person.

I am a glass

person.

I am a glass

person.

[misfits-of-zaun]

“I can keep up just fine, and I don’t expect you to.”

A muscle in Vi's jaw ticked, but she didn't respond. Flat, steely grey eyes scanned her surroundings, vigilant for the smallest changes that might signal a new danger. It was easier to cope this way - to channel her anger into fierce purpose, to focus on what mattered. She didn’t have the time (or the emotional capacity) to fully process the impact of encountering Silco, of him tagging along.

She hadn't seen him in years. He was somehow both familiar and a stranger to her; someone she had many memories of and used to feel safe with, but simultaneously someone she didn't really know at all, and couldn't trust as far as she could throw him. The emotional dissonance made her highly uncomfortable.

At the very least, Silco wasn't pressing for any further conversation - if anything, he also seemed to feel a bit uncomfortable, which was slightly vindicating. The awkward silence stretched as they walked across campus together, but to Vi it was preferable. She didn’t want to speak to him. She didn’t know what there was to say.

If Silco truly was sincere about working together, about forming a truce for Jinx's sake - fine. Vi could try to suck it up and deal. She could endure a fucked up little family reunion, if that's what it took to keep her sister safe while the world was ending around them. As deeply entrenched as her dislike and distrust for Silco was, she knew Jinx was still close with him. (It had been the cause of multiple arguments.) And deep down Vi knew she couldn't look her sister in the eye if she ditched the bastard, fully aware that he was searching for Jinx the same as her, and he didn't make it. Hell, the fallout if she pulled that and he did make it would still be terrible, and definitely paint her as the bad guy. No, it wasn't worth the irrepairable damage it would do to her already strained relationship with her sister.

Part of her was surprised he was even searching for Jinx - after all, Vi had been left with the impression that they had been nothing but pawns in his spiteful fighting with Vander, that he'd only adopted Jinx as a final fuck you to his dead ex who'd won the custody battle. If he'd actually cared, the way her little sister had believed, why would he have abandoned them in the first place? Or had he just only cared about Jinx, and waited until Vi aged out to avoid getting the problem child with his favourite in a package deal?

...Now was not the time to think about this.

Silco had taken up position a barely acceptable distance away, walking on her right side. Acerbically, Vi wondered whether this was a display of trust or a test. Or maybe the old bastard just didn't want to look at her.

The tension in Vi's frame was a constant thrumming in her veins, an ache in her hands from her white-knuckled grip on the bat in her hands. She forced herself to unclench her fingers, but a few minutes later the ache started up again. She was acutely aware of Silco's proximity. Logically, sure, you had better odds out here when you had backup - but Vi knew all too well how quickly things could go to shit, just because someone else did something stupid. Or because someone was selfish and ruthless enough to actively throw others under the bus. Disasters like this could bring out an ugly side in some individuals, even ones you knew and thought you could trust. She'd lost people to that already.

Vi stole a sharp, appraising glance at Silco's scarred face, feeling a grim resolve settle within her. If he tried to stab her in the back, she'd be ready for it - and it would be the last time he ever got to hurt her.

Reaching the next cluster of buildings, unsurprisingly, came with another obstacle. Vi paused, sizing up the threat. So far, she only saw two in the courtyard - but who knew how many could be lurking nearby.

“Quiet approach, I take the one on the right you take the other.”

Vi shot him a belligerent look.

"Don't tell me what to do," she hissed back, reflexively bristling at the order, even as she fell into step to get it done anyway. It wasn't because Silco said so. It just happened to be the tactical choice, that was all.

The zombies hadn't noticed them closing the distance. Vi swiftly dispatched the one on the left, dropping it with a cracking blow to the back of the head and following up with a secondary hit once it was on the ground, confirming it wouldn't be getting back up. It was messy, and brutal, but quick and effective. Better them than her. Out of the corner of her eye she observed Silco using a knife to execute the other zombie with ruthless efficiency. The sight sent the hairs raising on the back of Vi's neck.

It sparked a sudden memory with sickening clarity: Vander hunched over the kitchen sink with his back to her, pressing a towel to his arm. Blood on the floor. Blood on the walls. Flashing red and blue lights outside her bedroom window.

Distantly, Vi became aware that she was breathing faster and more shallow than usual, hard-eyeing the dripping blade in Silco's hand. The slap of feet against pavement took a couple of seconds to register - then she jerked back to herself abruptly.

Shit.

Now was really not the time for whatever that was.

Don't lose your head. Don't lose your head. Just keep it together, fucking breathe -

"This way," Vi managed to grit out in a terse undertone, before spinning on her heel and setting off at a sprint for the other end of the courtyard. If they could make it through the archway and up tthe stairs, hopefully they'd avoid getting spotted by however many zombies were coming, and be able to continue on up the path towards the dorms unaccosted. Presuming there weren't more zombies right ahead that forced them to detour, anyway.

@independentzaun

The past three days had felt like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.

Vi paused on the fire escape, scowling down at her map. Jinx's college dorms were supposed to be nearby - but damned if wasn't taking her all day to reach the place. The roads were mostly gridlocked, with entire highways full of abandoned cars and other vehicles, forcing her to navigate on foot as she'd got closer to city centre where the campus was. To worsen matters, there seemed to be different dangers around every corner - Vi had already fought off a couple of asshole looters trying to rob her earlier today, and come face to face with a mob of rabidly aggressive Infected.

She'd tried to stick to the rooftops after that.

How the fuck had things gotten this bad so fast? Since she'd reached the outskirts this morning, Vi had yet to come across a single living thing that didn't want to kill her. It was extremely stressful, as well as deeply disorienting. It felt like the end of the world.

The only thing that kept her moving forward wa sthe knowledge that her sister was in this city, somewhere.

She had to find her.

Campus had seemed her best bet to check, since phone service and wifi had both abruptly dropped two days ago.

Now that she was here, it was eerily quiet, but that didn't make Vi any less uncomfortable about the idea of walking out in the open. But that was what she had to do now. According to this damn campus map. Reluctantly, she folded it up and put it in the inside pocket of her red leather jacket, then lowered herself down to street level to cross the distance to the next building. Her skin prickled the entire time, hypervigilant of her surroundings.

It was partially the desire to duck in somewhere with cover for a moment and check her map again, partially an opportunistic impulse to stock up on supplies, that caused her to slip into the campus general store. As she quietly scoped out the small space to ensure there were no nasty surprises waiting for her in the aisles, she saw the figure of a man towards the back of the shop - and stopped dead, hand reflexively flying to the pistol tucked in her waistband.

Generally she preferred Vander's knuckledusters or her baseball bat if it came to fighting Infected off, as it was quieter. Even carrying a firearm still felt strange. But as she'd learned, the Imfected weren't the only threats out there. Caitlyn's pistol had saved her ass from other living people already - just showing she was armed and willing to shoot was usually enough to persuade people to back off.

Then she saw the man's face. Heard his voice.

"Vi?...Of course…”

Shock, disbelief, and then defensive anger.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Logically, of course, Vi knew, but that didn't make the emotional reaction of seeing Vander's bastard ex any easier. The man who'd spitefully found a way to legally steal her sister and break up what little family they had left.

“Look we don’t have time for a long conversation, or yelling. Not with the biters around so making this quick I got separated from her. Sevika should be with her and I need to find her…”

Vi's lip curled. Sevika. Ugh.

“I suppose. We. Need to find her. Now we have our issues, but we both want Jinx safe and whole.”

Was he for real? He wanted to buddy up now, as if the last ten years hadn't happened? As if what he'd put her through wasn't a big deal? Vi narrowed her eyes at him, jaw tightening, before turning away under the guise of snatching up what vaguely useful items were left on the shelves with her free hand, shoving them in her bag a little more forcefully than strictly necessary.

For fuck's sake. She would have preferred being attacked by an Infected over this. At least she had been prepared for encountering Infected. The knee-jerk impulse to just walk right out of the store - to get away from this situation - was growing by the second.

But Silco was still talking. And worst of all, the things he was saying made sense.

“So either we can work together, and not get in each others way or we can keep stumbling over each other as we look for her and risk pulling the biters down on us. Because I’ll never stop looking for her. So what’s it going to be Vi?”

There was a long, tense pause. Vi eyed the back of the store - was that the noise of something in the stock room? - before finally turning back to fix Silco with a flat glare.

"...Fine." The word was gritted out as though it physically pained her to say it. Another distant noise, definitely closer now, raising the hairs on the back of her neck. Vi silently put away her pistol, swapping it out for her bloodied baseball bat, gripping it like a grim lifeline. If anything else came at her today, she was swinging first, asking questions later.

"Whatever. Just stay out of my way."

Vi stalked off into the next aisle, partly to check her exit route was still clear, partly to scavenge any remaining supplies that might have been overlooked in the initial looting sprees. Mostly to get away from the feeling of Silco's eye burning into her back for a moment.

It was almost a relief to spot the zombie wearing a letterman jacket shambling out of the stock room towards them. Without a word Vi strode up to it, and swung as viciously as she could, dropping it in one hit. Then hit it again, and again, just for good measure.

It didn’t make her feel much better, but it took the edge off the boiling sensation in her veins.

Upon checking the stock room was clear of any more unpleasant surprises and grabbing a few more supplies, Vi headed for the exit.

"Keep up." Her voice was clipped and curt as she passed him.

"I'm not waiting around for you."

@independentzaun

[honeypiehotchner]

Gravedigger’s Daughter (Hangman x Fem!Reader) -- epilogue

Okay this is officially the end 🥺 I’m so so glad you guys loved this story as much as I did. I definitely wasn’t expecting it to take off the way it did when I started writing it. I was just trying to satisfy my brain’s weird obsession with Hangman, and clearly so many of you needed that too. I don’t normally write mini-series (I’m a very long-winded person) but this one was so fun, and so touching to write. Thank y’all for all your comments and love on this. It means the world 💛💛💛

Summary: You’re finally back in Fightertown to visit Penny and Amelia, but there also happens to be a group of aviators back at Top Gun. One of which who seems dead-set on wooing you.

Warnings: some ~sexy~ comments, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of vomiting, housewife!Hangman and dad!Hangman 🤪

WC: 2.4k

Hangman helps you move your things from your old apartment to Penny’s house, and you have to admit, it’s a sight for sore eyes.

Seeing him in jeans that hug his hips, t-shirts that show off his muscles, not to mention a belt with a buckle that screams Texas man, it’s almost too much to handle. It is too much to handle. You admit that there were a few times during moving boxes that everything was dropped and some fun was had instead.

“We’re never gonna get you moved,” Jake laughs, holding you close, your bare chests touching. During this most recent session, you were on top, and you have to say, you liked it.

“Not if you keep looking like that,” you smile, pressing a kiss to his lips, threading your fingers through his hair. “It’s your fault.”

He raises his eyebrows. “My fault?”

“Mhm,” you nod. “The shirts you wear. The jeans. You’re killing me.”

“You’ve liked my ass since the first day, huh?”

“Sure have,” you say, then pause. “Forget I admitted that.”

“Mm, no problem,” he murmurs, his fingertips ghosting across your cheeks, forehead, and chin. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He kisses you again, snaking his hand to the back of your head, pulling you closer to him, right where he has always wanted you.

+++

When Penny and Amelia return to Fightertown, they find Hangman in the kitchen making sandwiches for lunch, and you tidying up the living room. You sorted through some of your things and left a bit of a mess -- surprisingly, the mess wasn’t caused by heated sex -- that you wanted to clean before they got home.

“Well, hello there,” Penny says.

“Who are you?” Amelia blurts. You forgot she must’ve never been formally introduced to any of the aviators, aside from maybe Rooster.

You turn around and head into the kitchen. “Hey guys, welcome back.”

Hangman wipes his hand on his jeans and holds it out to Amelia. “I’m Jake.”

Amelia shakes his hand, then looks at you. “Is he your boyfriend?”

You shrug. “Kind of.”

Hangman feigns hurt. “Ouch. Kind of?”

“Yes, you’re my boyfriend,” you reply, wrapping an arm around his waist and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Gross,” Amelia says.

“Sorry kiddo,” you say, stepping forward to give her a hug. “How was vacation?”

“Awesome,” Amelia says.

You give Penny a hug next. “Did you get my text message?”

“Yeah,” Penny says quietly. “I’ve talked to him.”

“Good,” you say, barely above a whisper. “Hangman’s making sandwiches. Do you guys want one?”

“I’d love one,” Penny says.

“Coming right up,” Hangman replies. “What do you want on it? Here, honey.” He hands you your sandwich, made exactly how you like it. You think you told him your favorite sandwich two weeks ago, yet here he is, remembering it to perfection without any reminders.

“Thanks, Jake.” You kiss him on the lips this time, much to Amelia’s displeasure. “Sorry,” you laugh. “We’ll keep it PG.”

“You better keep it G,” Penny warns lightly, but she’s smiling.

“Yeah, yeah,” you nod, sitting down at the table. “Sit while he cooks. He doesn’t like hovering.”

“Throwing me under the bus, as usual,” Hangman comments, grinning because he knows you’re right. “Amelia, here’s yours.”

“Thanks,” she replies, sitting down to the left of you. “Mom said we’re going to Mav’s hangar.”

“Oh?” You raise your eyebrows as Penny takes the seat across from you. “We are?”

“Tomorrow,” Penny replies. “You two are welcome to come. I haven’t told him we’re coming. Rooster knows, but that’s it.”

“My man Rooster,” Hangman says from the counter. “Penny, you’re up.” He sets the sandwich down in front of her, checking that all three of you have food before he starts working on his own.

With his back turned, Penny kicks you gently underneath the table, giving you a look you haven’t seen before, but you know exactly what it means.

This might be it, she’s saying. He might be the one.

And you think, yeah. He might be.

+++

You and Hangman drive separately to Maverick’s hangar, not sure how long Penny and Amelia will want to stay -- or if Penny will want to stay the night, of course.

Maverick has his head stuck in his plane’s engine, so he doesn’t hear you or Penny’s cars pull up. Rooster makes eye contact with Hangman and nods silently, not alerting Maverick.

“Go,” Penny says to Amelia.

Amelia wastes no time running up to check out Maverick’s plane. You and Hangman watch from afar, leaning against the hood of your car. You snicker when Maverick nearly pisses himself upon seeing Amelia looking up at him.

“Come on,” you tug on Hangman’s hand. “Let’s get up there and give them some space back here.”

Maverick makes a beeline toward Penny who is leaning against her car, waiting for Maverick to make his move, while you and Hangman join Amelia and Rooster in the hangar.

“Bradshaw,” Hangman grins, letting go of your hand to give Rooster a quick hug. “How are you, man?”

“I’m good,” Rooster replies, slapping Hangman on the back. You’re glad to see they got over whatever rivalry business they were into. “You?”

“I’m great,” Hangman says just a little too eagerly.

Rooster looks at you and raises his eyebrows knowingly. “Gotcha. So you’ll be sticking around, huh?”

“Looks like it,” you laugh, accepting Rooster’s hug as he pulls you in like a sister he’s known all his life. “You good? I gathered the mission was rough.”

“Yeah, I’m alright,” Rooster says. “Jake here saved mine and Maverick’s ass.”

For the first time ever, you see Hangman scoff when someone is giving him credit. He waves it off, too. Hangman never told you that, but then again, you haven’t asked.

“Well, I’m glad,” you say, noticing little cuts and bruises on Rooster that are still healing. Your curious mind itches to ask him what really happened because you know Maverick won’t tell, but you stop yourself.

“Would you look at that,” Hangman says, chuckling quietly.

You and Rooster turn to see Penny and Maverick kissing, and Rooster whistles, earning a middle finger from Maverick. Without thinking, you punch Rooster in the ribs and he laughs. First he hugged you like a sister, now you’re punching him like a brother.

Amelia, of course, is turned away, looking at Maverick’s toolbox. You know she likes Maverick and approves of him, but things have been rocky, so it’ll take her a little while to warm back up to him. Rooster walks over and you hear him telling Amelia about his dad, Goose, and how he flew with Maverick.

Hangman snakes his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple, and you think you could get used to a life like this.

+++

You take your time finding a place of your own to live in. Amelia likes having you at home, and so does Penny, so there was no rush to find somewhere else to go.

Hangman sticks around. You were worried about him taking off somewhere since the mission was finished, but he has stayed close.

The best news comes a few weeks later when you find out all of the aviators from the mission are reserved on essentially what is an on-call basis for assignments much like the one they went on. If they’re ever needed, the training will be run from Top Gun, but until then, they are free to be wherever -- as long as they can make it to Top Gun on short notice.

For Hangman, that means he’s free to stay with you, right here in Fightertown, and look for a place to live. For the both of you.

You take your time finding places, though, partly because you’re picky and partly because you have never lived with anyone before -- let alone a partner.

It takes a few more weeks, but eventually, you and Hangman settle on a few apartments to look at, and schedule some viewings.

During the first apartment tour, a wave of nausea overtakes you. You brush it off because you didn’t exactly have a good breakfast, and coffee on a mostly empty stomach doesn’t always sit well with you. You’re probably dehydrated and hungry -- and nervous. It seems to go away with the distraction of looking at the place and holding onto Hangman’s arm.

On the way to the third viewing, though, the nausea becomes unbearable.

“Can you pull over?” you ask. “Now.”

Hangman hears the distress in your voice and swerves off the road, slamming on breaks. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you say, in the midst of unbuckling and throwing the car door open to puke.

Hangman is out of the car and around to the passenger side at lightning speed, rubbing circles on your back. “Let it out, it’s okay,” he says, all while cursing under his breath at you for saying nothing is wrong.

“God,” you groan, spitting the excess saliva out, gagging a little. “I hate puking.”

“I know, honey, I know,” he murmurs, face twisted in pain. “Are you okay? Do you think it’s something you ate?”

“We ate the same thing,” you say. “Wouldn’t you be sick too?”

“Okay, good point,” he chuckles nervously. “I-I just didn’t want to assume--”

“I’ve been nauseous since this morning,” you admit, lifting your head to offer him a sheepish smile. “We should probably stop at CVS.”

He calls and cancels the viewing while driving to the drugstore. He practically sprints inside and grabs the pregnancy tests and sprints back out to the car. You wanted to go in, but puking always leaves you feeling beyond disgusting.

Back at Penny’s house (thank god she’s running errands and Amelia is at school), you take the tests and then call Jake into the bathroom to wait with you.

You wait in silence, neither of you completely sure what to say. Not until the results show. Which takes forever, you think, even though it’s only ten minutes.

All three tests are positive.

“Okay,” Hangman says, staring down at the tests on the counter. “How are you feeling?”

“How are you feeling?” you repeat the question, anxiety swirling in your stomach, not just bile. This isn’t what you expected today to bring.

“Sweetheart, this is your body, your decision,” Hangman says gently, resting his hands on your hips. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m…happy,” you admit, tears filling your eyes. “I know I’m on birth control, I guess I should be scared that this happened, but I don’t know, I-I’m just happy.”

“Me too,” Jake breathes, his hands moving to your cheeks. He kisses you sweetly. “I’m so happy, honey. Are we doing this? Do you want to do this?”

You nod, the tears spilling over, and Hangman folds you into his arms.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much.”

+++

A few months later, Hangman is driving you to one of your doctor’s appointments. He has driven you to every single one, no matter the time or day. You’ve heard him arguing with superiors about training because he told them he would be late, and they didn’t like that.

“I don’t know, baby, I think it’s a little boy,” Jake says, holding your hand with his right and the steering wheel with his left.

“I’m pretty sure it’s a girl,” you reply. “But keep dreaming.”

“We’ll see,” he hums. He runs his finger over the ring on your left hand.

You started wearing an engagement ring just a few months into your relationship with Hangman. Calling him your “boyfriend” sounded too childish. He’s always felt like more. And when you expressed that to him, well, he put a ring on your left hand the next week.

In the office, you’re eager to get the ultrasound. You can hardly wait for the nurse to get everything ready.

“Alright,” the technician says. “Do we want to know the gender of the baby or…?”

“We do,” you reply, and Hangman nods eagerly.

“Okay,” she smiles. “I just wanted to ask. Some people want to be surprised, you know.”

“Well, we’ve been wondering what it’ll be. He seems to think it’s a boy, but I think it’s a girl.”

“Well, let’s see what we’ve got,” the technician says.

Jake holds your hand while the nurse performs the ultrasound. You both wait impatiently for the answers.

You get a little too impatient. “Well? Is it a boy or a girl?”

“Yes,” the nurse says, and her face splits with a grin.

“What?” you and Jake say at the same time.

She laughs. “I said yes. You are having a boy. And a girl.”

“Wait--”

“You’re having twins,” the nurse replies. “That sound you hear is two heartbeats.”

“Oh my god,” you whisper, tears filling your eyes. “Twins?”

The nurse nods again. “Yes ma’am. Very healthy twins. Those heartbeats are strong, and they look to be measuring perfectly.”

“Jesus,” Jake mutters, and you can hear in his voice that he’s crying, too. “We’re having twins,” he says, kissing your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you murmur, pulling him down for a quick kiss on the lips.

+++

After the news of you being pregnant with twins, you both wanted them to be part of your wedding, so you and Hangman decide to wait before tying the knot.

So, when the twins are just past one year old, you and Hangman get married.

The aviators are there. Penny, Amelia, and Maverick, too. Hangman’s parents and a few family members. Uncle Solomon walks you down the aisle, tears in his eyes. Rooster is Hangman’s best man, to no one’s surprise, and Penny is your maid of honor. Amelia helps your daughter with the flowers, and Maverick helps your son with the rings.

You and Hangman traded apartment hunting for house hunting, and settled on one not far from Penny’s. Penny, Amelia, and Maverick are over all the time, seeing the kids and never spending enough time to satisfy anyone.

You and Hangman take the kids to your dad’s grave every weekend or so to have a picnic and visit. Uncle Solomon joins you when he can, and the twins love him to death.

So far, Hangman hasn’t had any active missions, but you know it won’t be that way forever. What you do know is that you have Penny and Amelia to keep you company, and the twins to keep you sane (or distracted, or both) when the time comes for Hangman to fly again.

For now, though, you’re content being his wife, a mother to these twins, and being recognized as Gravedigger’s Daughter. Telling your dad’s story doesn’t hurt as much anymore, and you plan to share it with your kids once they’re old enough to remember.

[yikimiki]

thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

[limmastyles]

I don’t think Olivia realizes how bad this whole nanny Jason Sudeikis story coming out is. We all know that the break up article is coming soon and after those pictures of them at dinner hairy just look at so fed up and done. Also all those articles talking about how unhappy he looked didn’t help either. Olivia can do all the damage control and look all happy and smug all she wants as long as hairy looks miserable people are going to talk about it. Also I don’t think she realizes all Harry and his team have to do is put out sources an article saying that Harry wasn’t aware that Jason and all of you were still together when they started and she’s fucked. All he has to do is say that she lied about the timeline of their break up, he wasn’t aware and that story with the nanny coming out was the end of their relationship and she will forever be fucked. Also if they break up article comes out all he have to do is say that they weren’t really as serious as she thought they were and she just looks like a fucking idiot who wasted two years of her life for nothing. All Harry and his team have to do is get that narrative out first before she gets hers out and she’s fucked. People already think that she’s cheated so hairy confirming it and “sources and insiders” close to Harry can just say that he wasn’t aware of Jason and Olivia’s relationship, he was hurt about what happened and how he found out and they try to make a relationship work but he just couldn’t trust her anymore. That’s what I think Jeff and the rest of his team to run with. All they have to do is that and it makes her look bad. That being the end of their relationship just solidifies that she’s not a good person and Harry and his team confirming that she did “she” on Jason with Harry but Harry wasn’t aware and she also lied to him to is good. We all know after those pictures were released of them at that restaurant that the break up article is coming soon. He just looked done and I think that they are waiting until after my policeman comes out and after the American flag of the tour is over with these last 15 shows in LA. Once the south America’s leg of the tour starts we will get the break up article at some point. We will get the break up article before the end of the year but how the articles about that dinner talked about how unhappy Harry looked and how the nanny story really was affecting them sounded I do think that they are starting to put out clues for the break up. Olivia can call the paparazzi on her self and look as happy as she wants if hairy looks miserable then everything goes to shit and if the paparazzi and the press and the media and people online can see how miserable he looks and they’re pointing it out it doesn’t matter. Because at the end of the day all he hast to do is make himself look like the victim. All his team have to put out is that he wasn’t aware that Jason and Olivia were still together, she lied to him throughout their relationship and once he found out proof he had the things and he will automatically look like the good guy in the situation. And that’s all he hast to do and I hope he does so because his reputation is in shambles right now. He looks like a homewrecker, he knows that Olivia misses days with her kids so she could be with him, she gave away her dog, she cheated on her fiancé And he looks like a playboy, a womanizer, a cheater and a homewrecker. All he hast to do is make himself look like the victim and he will be OK and all he has to do with Olivia under the bus and I think you should because his reputation has gone to shit since the study test started and it is her fault so he should throw her under the bus for fucking come over. The Shia receipts coming out didn’t help him and now with the nanny story he needs to fuck her over.People are starting to look at him kind of crazy on why he’s so associated with her and they need to release a break up article sooner rather than later

[yourmidnightlover]

the nickname

Summary: reader convinced spencer to let her take the reins in the bedroom... or does she?

TW: oral (male recieving), fingering, mention of overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, riding, scratching, use of nicknames (princess, love, etc.), hints at sugar daddy!spencer, age gap (not specified but i’m thinking around 10-15 years). *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 2,912

A/N: this hinted at sugar daddy!spencer (not really hinted so much as saying it outright). I also wrote this for @anxiousblanketqueen ‘s fic contest for her birthday! i believe it’s prompt number 21. i hope you enjoy :)

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you had been together for a while, now. maybe 13 months? you bet spencer could recall - more like knew he could.

you had met when you were one of his students. you're going to georgetown on an academic scholarship because no way in hell could you pay for the full tuition when you still couldn't afford it with the scholarships.

he took a liking to you - how could he not? you were a hard worker and proved yourself to be extremely determined. on top of the obvious intelligence, you had a beauty that radiated around you. and that beauty had a touch of... innocence. and maybe that innocent beauty is what initially attracted him to you, but he'd like to think it was just your personality as a whole.

you were never one of the students who would come to his office after hours for help you clearly didn't need. you would use your colored pens and highlighters to help organize your notes, so it took a while to pack everything up to leave.

one day, when there weren't any students lined up out his door, he went to your seat as you were cleaning up. you looked up, rather surprised that your inappropriate crush was standing right by you.

"uhm... hi," you smiled at him as you put your pencil pouch in your bag, breaking eye contact for the briefest of seconds before returning your attention back to him.

"hi. i was uhm..." he cleared his throat, "i was wondering if you had any questions? you never come to the office hours for questions and i was just... just making sure," he stuttered out.

"oh," you chuckled a light, airy laugh that spencer wished he had recorded so he could replay it over and over and over. "i don't have any questions. i guess that just means that you're a really good professor - very thorough," you stood up and flung the bag over your shoulder, still incredibly shorter than him.

"than-thank you," he smiled. "i'm happy to hear that you're actually getting something out of the lessons," you began walking out of the classroom, looking back to ensure that he was following you.

"yes, i truly do," you agreed. "i'm also pretty sure i'm one of the other people who isn't auditing the class," you added.

"correct, you are," he enthusiastically gestured, another laugh leaving your beautiful lips.

"i mean, you can't necessarily blame them for just taking the class," you chuckled as he held the door open for you, you gave him a subtle 'thank you.'

"what do you mean?" he asked in a soft tone.

"i mean you- you're..." you trailed off, gesturing to his entire body in hopes to convey what you meant. he just looked at you with a confused taste, letting you know you needed to elaborate. "you're very... attractive, professor reid."

"oh-that's very... thank you," he blushed as you halted by the bus stop.

"of course," you turned around, looking up to meet his eyes. "so... wait, what time is it?" you asked rather frantically.

"it's," he looked at his silver watch adorning his wrist, "6:27."

"shit," you swore for the first time in front of him, underneath your breath.

"wha-what is it?" he asked, perplexed as to why you would be so frustrated.

"the last bus leaves at 6:15 and i've missed it," you huffed out, trying to compose yourself before checking your bag and realizing, "i forgot my key and my roommate is at her girlfriend's house."

"is there anything i could do?" he asked concerned.

"no i can... i can just stay at the library. i should probably study up anyway," you tried to laugh it off although you knew it was pointless... he was a profiler for christ's sake.

"the library? y/n, this might seem a bit inappropriate but i have a spare room you could stay in until your roommate gets back," he offered kindly.

so, you took him up on his offer.

you slept in his spare room after he got you both takeout. you laughed and talked for what seemed like meer minutes but turned out to be until 1 a.m. you talked about string theory and the leonard euler's paradox. he gave you interesting facts about tortoises and achilles.

that little hangout session turned into countless hangouts over the span of three months. and then he asked you out on a real date once you finished at the top of his class - and not just because you were his favorite.

the first time with spencer was... beyond delightful. he was captivating with the way he worked against and for your body. it was almost as if he felt like his sole purpose on earth was to please you. he was eager, yet patient with the way his tongue flicked and sucked at your skin.

he was such a dominant personality in the bedroom, which was extremely appreciated since you didn't have much experience in that arena. but now that you were more versed in that world, you wanted to experiment a bit more.

casually, he began to pay for your things. it wasn't so head-on at first. it would be paying for your groceries, or buying all of your college books for you. but then it got a bit bigger. when your roommate couldn't give you the necessary half of the rent that was due and was beginning to be a nuisance, spencer quite literally let you move into his place. he would pay for your car's repairs and bought you jewelry consistently.

one time, as a joke, you called him your sugar daddy - mostly because that's how he acted. he just didn't like the term. he felt as though it made your relationship together seem one-sided when you were, in fact, very in love with the man. you came to realize it also made you seem like a gold digger, which you weren't - even though the money is a nice plus. so, you relented and didn't say that again.

spencer never really had much time off now that he was working back at the bau and traveling but now, you had him to yourself for a whole week. you had been planning this since he told you when he'd be off.

step 1: look sexy - you always looked sexy to him, but feeling sexy would also be a plus.

step 2: surprise him while looking sexy - absolutely devious.

step 3: seduce him - when doesn't he want you? exactly.

it was foolproof.

you had gotten the text 15 minutes ago that spencer was on his way back to his place, wanting you to meet him there once he had settled in. little did he know that you were in a sexy little white number - the white reminded him of your innocence which really got him going - lying in wait for him in a pair of heels. you sat in one of his reading chairs, deciding to pick up a book until he got home.

when you heard the jingling of keys coming from the other side of the door, you assumed your position. the chair was turned toward the door, you sitting pretty with one leg crossed over the other.

spencer walked through the door, hanging his coat and briefcase up before finally noticing you. his eyebrows shot up, looking your body up and down hungrily.

"wow," he smiled a wicked grin as he slowly made his way to where you were sitting. you stood up, heels clicking as they hit the floor and walked closer to him.

"i wanna try something," you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly until he was forced to sit down on the couch.

"and what would that be, princess?" he asked, hands stroking your hair that was cascading down your back.

"i..." you bent down to whisper in his ear, "i want to be in charge tonight," you placed a soft kiss below his earlobe, feeling his body shudder subtly at the proposition.

"are you sure you can handle that?" he chuckled, hands roaming to your waist and grinding your hips down on his.

you almost gave up. almost. you grasped his hands, placing them on the arm of the couch before getting close to his face. your lips were almost touching before you whispered, "no touching today, pretty boy."

you felt his hips rut up against your core, you chuckled at his eagerness. you decided to throw him a bone and ground down, hard, against his hips. the groan he let out was low and enticing, nearly enough to allow you to give him whatever he wanted.

"bedroom," you whispered against his neck before getting off of his lap, allowing him to scurry to the room. "take off your clothes while you're at it!" you giggled under your breath as you heard his clothes shuffling, telling you that he was obeying your request.

you waited a couple of minutes until you went into the room, wanting to have him go a bit insane like he normally did to you. when you walked in, he was laying on his back on the bed, just like you wanted. his cock was already red and leaky, prominent as it bounced on his tummy.

"good boy, spence," you giggled, walking over to him and straddling his legs.

once you were settled, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before trailing them down his torso, leaving the occasional hickey scattered on his chest. traveling kisses down his happy trail, you traced the vein on his dick and watched it twitch up and hit his stomach once again you giggled at the reaction.

"now i understand why you like so much responsiveness," you chuckled as you pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to the tip of his cock, he hissed once again from the contact.

you slowly took his cock in your mouth, agonizingly slow, and flattened your tongue at the base. one you got him as far down you could manage, you began bobbing your head just as slow. his hands flew to your hair, trying to force you to go faster until you swatted them away.

"should i tie those up?" you threatened, your hand working at his member as you spoke.

"are you fucking kidding me?" he swore, clearly agitated by your antics.

"no," you squeezed his dick for punctuation, the way he grunted made the wetness pool in your underwear. "i'm not kidding you."

you took him in your mouth once more, bobbing your head far more vigorously than before this time, just to spite him. hollowing your cheeks, you swallowed around him and began gagging around his dick before coming back up for air.

"fuck," he whispered underneath his breath, not wanting to let you know just how much of an effect you had on him.

you smiled to yourself and continued your antics until he was spilling all down your throat. you didn't stop there, you came back up and let your hand continue pumping his member slowly.

"shit," he hissed from the stimulation.

"shhh," you put your free finger up to his lips.

you gave his dick a few more strokes, curses leaving his lips delightfully before you drew your hands up his body once more before straddling his lap. after moving your panties to the side and slicking his cock with your arousal, you ground against him leisurely, trying to tease him a bit more. you unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. finally, you reached between the two of you and lined him up with your entrance.

"are you sure you can do this?" spencer asked, not to entice you, but to make sure you were alright.

"there's a first for everything," you chuckled, knowing you had never been on top before.

you had never been on top before - you'd like to blame your lack of experience. you knew it might be hard to keep up the pace, but you were determined to make not only yourself but also make spencer feel good. that's all you've ever wanted. that's what you're meant to do - make him feel good. so no matter what it took, you'd make it happen.

you slowly lowered yourself onto his dick, being wary of how much bigger he felt from the new angle.

"shit," you whispered, your hands resting on his chest in attempt to ground yourself. "oh god..." you trailed off, feeling your dominant personality fade away as the pleasure overtook you.

"keep going, princess," he spurred you on, his hands finding your waist and rubbing gentle circles on your skin. "you've got it."

so you rose on your knees until only his tip was inside of you for you to lower yourself once more. you whimpered from the feeling of him re-entering your body, your pussy clenching around him as if he were an intruder.

"doing so good for me," he grasped your waist a bit tighter so he could help you rise and fall on his cock. "fuck, it's so good."

"d-doctor, i-" you stuttered, the persona nearly entirely gone and nowhere to be seen as he continued to move you up and down.

when you learn forward, your face hovering over spencer's chest, he took the opportunity to wrap his arms entirely around your waist. before you knew it, he was slamming his length into your pussy over and over and over and over again.

"oh! oh my god," you moaned, your voice reaching a higher octave as he drilled into your body in the most pleasurable way imaginable. "don't stop! don't stop! ple-please!" you screamed out, your hands wrapping around his torso and squeezing his body to ensure that he was there - present.

"i won't, princess. just let go. let go for me," he pressed a kiss to the top of your head so sweetly in contrast to how he was fucking you.

"i'm cumming! oh god, i'm cumming, spencer!" you cried out as you released the tension from inside of you.

only spencer wasn't done yet, so he took himself out of you, and he placed you on your back before reentering you. he moved in and out of you at a godly pace, trying to get himself to his climax before you would become too overwhelmed from the overstimulation.

"spen- spencer," you scratched at his back, surely leaving red marks for him to ogle once you were through. "i-i'm close," you sucked lightly at his earlobe before he moved his hand between the two of you, circling the little bundle of nerves at your crest.

"my little insatiable bunny, huh?" he smiled as you whimpered into his ear, nearing your second release. "loves my cock a bit too much, huh?"

"please! fuck!" you shouted out as you came on his dick, pulling at his hair. the clenching and fluttering of your pussy finally sending him over the edge, his hot release flooding your insides.

"fuck," he groaned into your ear as he carried the two of you through your releases. "good job, princess," he pressed a kiss to your neck as you stroked his hair, playing with it as you were still coming down.

"i'm sorry," you frowned once he pulled out, finally making eye contact as he lay down beside you.

"what for?" he asked incredulously.

"i just... i wanted to make you proud and i couldn't even finish without your help," you explained in a whiney manner, not allowing yourself to meet his beautiful eyes.

"hey," he grasped your chin to force you to make eye contact. "i love it when i have to help you reach that high. that's not something to be embarrassed or upset about."

"i know but i wanted to ride you and i couldn't even do that," you rolled your eyes.

"it takes time to get used to doing that," he chuckled. "and besides, riding someone on the bed is never a good way to begin. the couch is always better - that way you have the back of it to hold onto."

"really? so it's not that i'm just terrible at being a top?" your eyes widened with hope, he smiled at your eagerness.

"i think you could be a switch but it needs a bit of work, my love," he brushed your hair behind your ear before seeing your disappointed gaze and adding, "but i'll bet that with enough practice i could start calling you my little bunny, yea?"

"really?" you perked up at the proposition. "i want you to call me that."

"well then, i guess we better start practicing," he grinned before leaning in and giving you a sloppy kiss, his hands flying to your waist as he stood the both of you up to go to the couch.

needless to say, with spencer's guidance you were able to master the art of riding him. and you got that special little nickname, too.

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College Girls

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.2k

Request: anon “How about Rodrick invites the reader to a party (he’s been crushing on her for the longest) but she plays hard to get and at the party her friends try to convince her to give him a chance and later it leads to them playing 7 minutes in heaven and they confess to each other and it goes from there ;) it could end in smut or fluff your way ly <3”

Summary: (college!au) College girls and their games, good thing Rodrick loves to play.

Warnings: Mentions of weed and alcohol, making out, teasing

A/N: Ok I forgot to make them confess but it’s implied sorry anon. I still hope you enjoy it!

If there was one thing Rodrick knew, college was a shit ton different than high school was. However, that wasn’t a bad thing. Unlimited booze and bud, hot chicks, and parties that never ended? He was practically in heaven! He had grown into himself, feeling more confident than ever since Heather had rejected him his senior year. In fact, he couldn’t recall the last time he thought about her but if he had to pinpoint it, it was a few months ago when she had hit him up, begging the boy to give her a chance. Oh the irony behind that. That was another good thing about college. In high school, all the girls thought he was just some loser who wasted too much time on a band that would always be shit. 

But with years of experience under their belt and more free time to practice, Löaded Diaper was beginning to become a big deal in their rinky dink shithole off a small town. God was he glad too because with clout, also came hot girls in skirts that barely covered their ass. The opportunity for endless amounts of hookups was an absolute dream come true, but all dreams lose their shine eventually. When fucking became a mere thing to pass the time between class, gigs, and parties, he realized that it wasn’t as great as he thought it was. He was starting to crave something more, something like or, someone like- her.

God she was a babe. Rodrick still remembered the first time he saw her. Löaded Diaper was doing another house gig, everyone in the crowd dancing and moving to the intense music. And all of a sudden, a strobe light glossed over her perfectly, almost like a halo of blue light and his eyes were hooked. She was there with her friends, one of them whispering something in her ear which caused her to lock eyes with his. Pretty (e/c) eyes meeting his own brown ones. It was almost perfect, almost. As soon as they had finished the last note of their song, without missing a beat she swiftly made her exit and he made his way after her. Rodrick jumped off the stage, chasing after her and her friends all the way till they reached the curb. He grabbed her arm causing the girl to look back.

“Hey, uh, did you enjoy the gig?” He asked, running his fingers through his sweaty hair nervously. He felt his nerves rise even more at the sound of her friends’ giggles.

“I wouldn’t have stayed the whole gig if I didn’t, would I?” she retorted, rolling her eyes as she began to open the passenger door of the black mercedes.

“Yeah, I guess that was a dumb question..” he trailed off as she closed her door. His eyes widened at the fact he hadn’t gotten her name prompting him to take off after the car. He felt relieved as the girl rolled down her window, looking up at him through her thin framed sunglasses. “Wait! I didn’t get your name, I’m Rodrick.” he smirked, watching as she pulled her sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head.

“Didn’t give it.” she quipped, sending him a wink as her friend took off into the distance. Who was she? All he knew about her was that she had a mouth on her and lived on the other side of campus. A lot of girl’s fit that description so it wasn’t easy asking around about her. However, as he stood here in the corner of the party his fraternity was throwing, he’d recognize a pair of nice legs like that from anywhere. His eyes took in her appearance. She had on a denim mini skirt, black turtleneck and a pair of knee high boots that matched. The boy had to practically stop himself from gawking at how good she looked, curves clinging to every bit of the form fitting outfit. He cleared his throat as his friend nudged him, looking to see what he wanted.

“Uh don’t look now, but I think that girl you were eye fucking is definitely eye fucking you back dude. Is that the chick from the gig a few weeks ago that you won’t shut up about?" Rodrick glared at the man, shoving him into the wall before walking towards her. He watched as her friends “coincidentally” all began to head off in other directions, leaving her to offer him a flirty little smile behind the drink she’d been nursing.

“Well if it isn’t the little drummer boy! To what do I owe the pleasure, Rodrick?” she purred, sitting down her now empty cup. She stepped forward, leaving them to be pressed chest to chest. It could easily be blamed on the crowded room but the two knew otherwise. He smirked back at her, wrapping his arms around her waist securely.

“I’m a simple man. I see a pretty girl sending looks my way, I come.” his eyes widened as he began to overthink his word choice. “N-not like that! Like I come over not like cum in my pants. I-I’m not like some virgin...well I’m not some man whore either! I don’t fuck around a lot. Not like the option isn’t there bu-” he quit his nervous ramblings at the sound of her laughter. He relaxed, smiling as the girl wrapped his arms around her neck. He began to lean in thinking she would ask him for a kiss but instead she missed his lips, putting hers next to his ear before whispering,

“Wanna dance?” Before he could answer, the girl (who’s name he still didn’t catch) was dragging him to the dance floor, moving his hands to rest on her hips. He tried to keep his movements as fluid as possible. It took him a bit but eventually his movements matched hers, as they swayed to the beat of the song. She pressed her head against his shoulder, looking up at him as she continued the movements against his pelvic area. “I love this song, it’s one of my favorites.” she whispered. He didn’t know if it was because he was cross faded or his enjoyment of the movements but D’Evils by SiR was beginning to become one of his favorite songs too. How could it not when there was such a pretty girl pressed against his front?

“Yeah? It suits you.” he muttered, leaning his head down to hover his own chapped lips above the girl’s soft gloss covered ones. She hummed in agreement, both of them slowly inching towards each other before she stopped, letting out a cheeky giggle.

“Did you really think I was going to kiss you that easily? You’ve gotta earn it.” She said, dragging a manicured hand against the skin of his neck. He shivered a bit as goosebumps formed, watching as she disappeared back into the crowd. He swore some, groaning as he fiddled with the growing bulge in his jeans. Was he out of the game for too long or had girls always been this hard to get? Either way, he didn’t care. Rodrick was gonna get this girl and her name by the end of the night if it was the last thing he ever did. He broke out of his thoughts, keeping sight of her figure making its way through the beaded curtain which led to the basement of the large frat house. Quickly he chased after her, trying to keep up with her. And, as if on purpose, every time he’d get close she’d flash him that breathtaking smile and continue on her path. Finally, she reached her supposed destination, a small group of people on couches, discussing the plans to play something. 

“So, what’s the game?” He asked, causing everyone to look up at him as he sat on the couch farthest from her. He looked at the bottle in the center of the table, proud of himself and his seating choice. The further he was away, the more likely the bottle was to land on the pretty thing across from him.

“7 minutes in heaven. You down?” A brunette girl asked, a flirty look in her buzzed eyes. He ignored her small attempt at an advance, nodding as he locked eyes with the girl of the hour. He shot her a wink, smirking as she rolled her eyes, biting her lip to hide the smile that was making its way onto her face. For someone so adamant about playing this game of cat and mouse, she seemed to be fighting off her feelings very harshly. None of that mattered now though. If there was a god, he hoped he’d be on his side. Never had he wanted to be stuffed inside a muggy dark closet with someone so badly.

“Of course I’m down. Do I look like a pussy to you?” he asked, watching as the (h/c) haired girl opened her mouth. He gave her a pointed look, tilting his head at her. “Don’t answer that, legs.” The girl looked surprised at the nickname but didn’t say anything, trailing her acrylic nails up the curve of her thigh. His brown eyes followed curiously, jumping slightly as she closed her legs quickly giving him a mocking pout. Tonight was going to be a long night.

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Round after round was filled with surprises, none involving Rodrick or the mystery girl of his affections. Sometimes, the two people involved would cheer or jump up excitedly, ceasing the moment that they were desperately waiting for. Other times they would groan in disgust and hell, he couldn’t blame him with the hygiene of some of these people. Have they ever even heard of a shower, deodorant? Only their BO could tell. However, his odds grew more and more as it was finally his turn to spin the bottle. He picked it up, kissing the empty beer bottle as he made up some prayer. He let out a deep breath before spinning the bottle. As he watched it spin, the only thought he could seem to form was, ‘Please, please please. Cmon, cmon, cmon!’

Finally the bottle began to halt, making a rumbling noise as it stopped. His eyes followed the nose of it, letting out an internal cheer as his eyes met the (e/c) eyes from across from him. He pulled up his jeans before walking over to the girl, holding a hand out to her. She eyed it before smirking up at him, allowing her to pull him up. Rodrick looked down at her hand before tangling his fingers with her own, pulling her towards the closet. Once they both were in there, silence overcame them leaving the muffled music from upstairs to be the filler between silent space. He cleared his throat some, catching the shorter girl’s attention.

“Sooo, um. Would this count as earning it?” He quipped, giving her a flirty grin. The girl rolled her eyes before moving closer to him, pulling him down to her own height as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Rodrick wasted no time, pulling the girl by her hips and planting his on hers. The kiss was everything he’d hope it’d be. Passionate, hot, and filled with every bit of desire that had built up over the course of the party. He nibbled at her lip, causing a moan to slip from her lips. He smirked a bit, pulling away some to look into her eyes a bit.

“I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting you to be a good kisser. You looked like you would give me a lot of teeth and too much tongue.” she giggled some, tugging his bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it. He rolled his eyes, smirking as he leaned in, nibbling on her neck a bit. He felt victory overcome him at the soft whimper that came from her lips.

“My pride’s a bit wounded, princess.” he purred, lifting her up as he pinned her against the wall. He leaned back in for another kiss, this one more deep and intense than the last. He groaned softly as she tangled her fingers in his hair, gripping at it slightly. He slid his tongue over her bottom lip, quickly tangling it with hers when she opened her mouth. They’re tongues danced a bit, fighting for dominance before he won. He absorbed her moans, sucking on her tongue as he slid a hand under her skirt, stroking the skin of her upper thighs. Rodrick noted how soft her skin was before gripping at it harshly, stroking her hips with his thumbs.

Just as he slid his hands under her shirt, a knock broke them out of their kiss. He groaned in annoyance, pulling away and fixing her clothes for her as the door was ripped open. The (e/c) eyed girl was the first to walk out, looking back at him as if she had something to say.

“(Y/n).” she said, causing him to look at her in confusion. “My name? It’s (Y/n). I hope this isn’t a habit of yours, making out with girls whose names you don’t even know.” she said, looking up at him expectantly. His mouth opened and closed as he stuttered, searching for the words to say. He cleared his throat before grabbing her hand, beginning the path to his own room.

“Not anymore it isn’t.”

[cursedwriter]

Hot Showers - Gojo Satoru

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist 

Synopsis: You and Gojo have been secretly dating for a few months now, so when Kugisaki barges into your room, you find yourself in an uncomfortable position. What will you do to keep the secret? 

Request: Anon:  hey hey could i request some funny fluffy showering with gojo? 😏 nothing nsfw i'm not in the mood lmao (well maybe a little bit if you want to write it lol)

Words: 900

Author’s Note: Thanks for your request! This is sfw, I’m not really good at writing smut. I might try it in the future if I get other requests, but please don’t expect too much lol

“Hey, Y/N? Are you here?” Nobara’s voice rang through your room.

“Yeah! I’m in the bathroom,” you called back, hearing her footsteps approaching from afar.

“Do you mind if I come in for a second? I just need to borrow your hair dryer. Mine just died on me,” she complained with visible irritation in her voice.

Before you could answer, you already saw the door handle being slightly pressed down. No matter what you’d say, she would probably come in anyways which wasn’t really a problem except that… the shower was running and it wasn’t you who was in there.

Without much thought you yanked the shower curtain back, revealing a completely naked and utterly confused Gojo Satoru. His hair was still soapy and he scratched his ear where some of the foam had gotten into. He opened his mouth to say something right when you heard a familiar clicking sound coming from the door. Without wasting any time, you jumped into the shower, not caring that your pajamas were getting soaked. You pulled the shower curtain back and pressed your hand against Satoru’s mouth, holding a finger up to signal him that he better kept his mouth shut.

The both of you had been in a secret relationship for a few months now and whereas he didn’t care that the others could find out about it, you opted to wait for another three months until you’d finally graduate and there was nothing to frown upon anymore. And today, out of all days, Gojo had stayed overnight, although you told him that this could backfire so easily. All he did was wave you off with a simple “Yeah, yeah,” not even listening what you were trying to tell him and now look where that had gotten you: fully clothed with a butt naked Gojo Satoru pressed against your shower wall. Although, you had to admit that, you didn’t mind the sight at all. You couldn’t keep your eyes from wondering and Gojo raised his eyebrows in amusement, but stayed quiet otherwise.

The bathroom door opened and your heart started racing. Gojo’s ears perked up and he seemed to finally catch up with the situation. Before, he was probably too preoccupied with the shampoo in his ear. Was he a toddler?

“You probably didn’t hear me in the shower, but can I please borrow your hair dryer?” Kugisaki asked again.

Your hand was still tightly pressed against Gojo’s mouth, not trusting him one bit. As much as you loved him you also knew that this man took every chance he got to test his boundaries. He really was a toddler, huh?

“Yeah, sure!” You called over the running water. “It’s below the sink.”

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver!”

You heard her roaming through your bathroom drawers as you felt something on your hand. “Quit licking my hand, you idiot,” you hissed in a low voice, feeling his smile grow against the palm of your hand. Of course, he didn’t stop.

“What? Did you say something,” Nobara asked and you shot Gojo a threatening look.

“Uh, no, no!” You held your eye contact with him. Two could play that game, right? Your free hand slowly traveled down his toned stomach, feeling his muscles tense beneath your featherlike touch. He shivered slightly and now you were the one grinning from ear to ear. “Just how I’m not looking forward to have that idiot Gojo substitute for Wang-sensei today.”

Kugisaki groaned. “Tell me about it! I thought we left the first years to deal with that societal menace of a teacher.”

You really weren’t setting yourself up for making the ‘Ah and guys? Gojo and I are dating’ talk, but it was definitely worth seeing the offended look on his face. You couldn’t help but giggle and he shot you an annoyed look. His eyes briefly looked down at the hand resting on his mouth: a reminder that he could still throw you under the bus.

“You wouldn’t dare,” you mouthed and Satoru just shrugged nonchalantly. That little shit.

“Yeah, right?!” You answered Kugisaki, squinting your eyes at Gojo in a silent warning.

“Thanks again for the hair dryer! I’ll bring it back when I’m done, promise!” Nobara shut the door again and you were finally able to exhale. Yeah, no… you’d definitely have to go over to her room and bug her to give your hair dryer back to you. You loved Nobara to death, but the concept of lending things from others was fairly lost on her. She still had at least a dozen t-shirts and dresses in her possession that at one point belonged to you.

“Societal menace, huh?” Gojo asked as you finally released his mouth. “Is that also what you think of me?” The mood shift in the confined space of the shower was all too apparent. His eyes glistened more than they already did when he took a step forward, pressing your back against the shower wall this time.  You pajamas clung to your body uncomfortably and the white material of your shirt was almost certainly see through now.

“Well, you’re definitely a menace to me.” Your breath hitched in your throat when he leaned down and lightly nipped on your earlobe with his teeth. His voice turned raspier as he whispered in your ear.

“Then I’ll show you how much of a menace I can truly be.”

[storiesforallfandoms]

stuck with you ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2102

request?: yes!

“Ooh how about an enemies to lovers fic where Colson and the reader get stuck in an elevator together please”

description: it’s hard to keep up a petty beef when you’re stuck in an elevator with your supposed sworn enemy

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, claustrophobia, panic attack

masterlist (one, two)

I don’t even know how the fight between Colson and I ever started, but I knew it was extremely prevalent even though we were forced to go on tour together.

The first big gig my band and I had ever gotten was to go on a massive tour with a bunch of other popular and legendary alt rock acts. It was sort of like Warped Tour, but under a different name. We were touring with the likes of All Time Low, Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil, etc. We were relatively unknown, so to be given this opportunity was such a big deal for all of us.

My feud with Colson had started before that. Again, I have no idea how it started. I don’t know Colson even knew. All we knew was that we hated one another, or rather we thought that we did. So when the full line up for the tour was announced, and none other than Machine Gun Kelly was on the list, I instantly regretted my decision.

“You won’t even be in contact with him,” my drummer told me after we found out the lineup. “It’s a massive tour, we have our own bus, and the likeliness that you’ll run into him in the hotel or even backstage is so small.”

“You also need to get over this stupid fight,” my bassist added. “You guys barley know one another, how can you be in a feud?”

“That’s the thing, he barley knows me and he’s ragged on me in interviews. Do you realize how much that could effect the reputation of the band?”

“You won’t even run into him,” my drummer repeated. “Just remember that.”

Well, I wish he was right, because I happened to run into Colson on our first night.

The four of us were staying in one hotel room, and in true fashion of a band on their first big tour, we bought enough alcohol to make sure we wouldn’t remember anything the next morning. I offered to go grab ice from the floor above us so we could keep everything cold, and decided taking the elevator was the best idea. The minute the doors opened, I wished I had taken the stairs.

Colson raised an eyebrow at me, glancing down at the ice bucket in my hand.

“I didn’t realize the house keeping went to get ice for the rooms,” he said.

“That wasn’t even clever. You’re starting to fall off Colson,” I said. “I’ll just take the stairs.”

“The floor is literally just one up, it won’t kill us to be in an elevator together for five seconds.”

I glared at him as I realized he was right. I let out an exaggerated sigh and stepped into the elevator, making sure to put a lot of distance between the two of us. Colson hit the button for the next floor up and the elevator doors closed.

It didn’t move.

I looked over at Colson in confusion, wondering if he was also feeling what I was. The look on his face mirrored mine, which was enough to answer my question.

He hit the floor button again, although it was already lit up. Nothing happened. He hit it again, and again, then furiously started jabbing it repeatedly.

“Stop, that’s obviously not doing anything,” I said to him.

“What else am I supposed to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know, see if the doors will open?”

He pressed the button to make the doors open, but again there was nothing. He started jabbing that one too, which resulted in me snapping at him to stop again. He opened his mouth to retort, but before he could the elevator jolted suddenly and a loud alarm rang out.

“Oh fuck,” Colson breathed. “Must be stuck.”

“Wait like...like we’re stuck in here?” I asked.

“That’s what stuck means, yes.”

I felt panic starting to rise in me. I dropped the ice bucket and started clawing at the doors, hoping to somehow pull them open. Colson put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me away.

“Hey, that’s not gonna work!” he said. “For one, you’re literally the size of a toothpick, and two, if the elevator is stuck we can’t open the doors. We’ll just have to press the help button and wait for something to happen.”

My breathing became heavier and I started to hyperventilate. I pressed my back against the back of the elevator and slid down till I was sat on the floor. I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged them tightly. I closed my eyes and tried to come down from my panic attack before it even started, but I knew it was no use. The feeling of the confined space in the elevator was baring down on me, I needed to get out of there somehow.

Colson knelt next to me and put a hand on my arm. I looked up at him but I was having a hard time focusing because of how violently I was shaking. Through my somewhat blurry vision though I could see a concerned look on his face.

“Hey,” he said, this time softer than before, “look at me. Are you claustrophobic?”

I felt like I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded instead. Colson’s eyes widened and he quickly turned back to the help button. He started jabbing at it the way he had the other buttons earlier. I was panicking too much to really care at this point. I felt like I was going to throw up, which made it lucky that the ice bucket was right next to me I guess.

“I don’t know if anyone can hear us,” Colson called, “but we’re fucking stuck in an elevator and one of us is having a panic attack! Someone get us the fuck out of here!”

I buried my head in my knees, trying to calm myself down. I tried to imagine that I wasn’t stuck in an elevator, that I was back in my hotel room with my bandmates. Unfortunately I was too far into my panic attack to calm myself down that way. My only hope was getting out of the elevator.

Colson came to sit next to me. I could feel his body close and, even though we were constantly fighting, there was just something comforting about knowing he was there with me. We sat in silence for a little bit, besides the sounds of my hyperventilating. I felt Colson’s arm move next to me, then a gentle tap on my arm. When I raised my head he was holding his phone out to me, showing me a picture of a young girl.

“That’s my daughter,” he told me. “Her name is Casie. She’s my entire world.”

“She’s beautiful,” I said, my voice very shaky.

“I don’t know what I’d do without her,” he said. “Whenever I’m having a bad mental health day, or I’m having an anxiety attack, I just think about the next time I’ll be able to see her and it helps me to calm down.”

“I didn’t even know you had a daughter,” I admitted.

“We don’t know a lot about each other.”

I nodded. “I know, I say that all the time.”

He smirked at me. “You talk about me, huh?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course I do. We hate each other, so naturally I have to talk shit about you all the time.”

His face softened then, which shocked me a little. I had never seen him look so...well...just nice. When I wasn’t looking at him through a haze of anger from our stupid feud, he really did look...handsome.

“I don’t hate you,” he said.

“What? Of course you do. You always say shit about me, you even mentioned me in one of your songs recently in a negative way.”

“Yeah, cause I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

And in that moment I realized that I really didn’t. My dislike towards Colson was purely under the idea that he hated me too. I thought that was the way I was supposed to feel towards him, not the way I actually felt.

“Wait,” I said, uncurling myself from the ball I was in. “Are you telling me we’ve been fighting and having this stupid feud...and we don’t even hate each other?”

Colson awkwardly chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I guess that’s exactly what happened.”

I tried to laugh too, but the elevator suddenly jolted again, which immediately brought back my panicked state. Colson wrapped his arms around me and held me against his chest, running his fingers through my hair and trying to calm me back down. Surprisingly, it worked at least a little bit.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a while, actually,” Colson admitted. When I looked up at him, even he seemed shocked by this. “I always thought you were beautiful and I wanted to get to meet you in person. But when all this fighting started, I tried to push those feelings aside and pretend like they never existed, but they’ve always been there. I think that’s why I’ve said some extra harsh things towards you, just to try and make myself believe that I really didn’t like you.”

The silence in the elevator was deafening. I pulled away from Colson to look up at him. He averted his gaze to his lap, refusing to look at me at all. I could see red creeping up his neck, embarrassment rising within him no doubt.

I had a brief moment of courage build within me, and I decided to act on it. I cupped Colson’s face in my hands and forced him to look up at me. Before I could lose my courage, I pressed my lips against his.

He hesitated at first, like he couldn’t believe this was happening, but it didn’t take him long to melt into the kiss. His hands found their way to my hips, holding them gently as our kiss became deeper and more passionate. With little effort, he lifted me from the floor onto his lap so that I was straddling him. I ran my hands through his messy blonde hair, curling my fingers into the stands at the back of his head and pulling slightly. The noise I earned from this was definitely a moan, although Colson was adamant that it wasn’t.

Before we could go much further, the elevator suddenly rattled back to life and started moving. When the doors opened again, I nearly sobbed with relief. The two of us quickly untangled from one another and stumbled out into the hallway. The air felt so fresh and my chest, which I hadn’t even realized was so tight, felt like it was opening again.

“Thank fuck,” I breathed. “I’m taking the fucking stairs.”

Colson chuckled. “Can I walk you down to your floor?”

“Aren’t you upstairs?”

“Yeah, like two floors above you I think. But I’d like to spend more time with you before we part ways.”

I smiled and agreed. We walked down the stairs together in silence, but it was a much more comfortable silence. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, and neither could Colson.

He walked me all the way to my hotel room door. We faced each other for another moment, just smiling at one another. It felt weird to not be fighting with him in that moment, but a good weird.

“I should get up to my room I guess,” he finally said. “I have to be up pretty early tomorrow for soundcheck.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe...we could meet up there and continue what we started in the elevator.”

Somehow my smile got even bigger. “Okay, I’d like that.”

He nodded, his face bright with excitement. He said goodnight and headed back towards the stairs. I leaned against my hotel room door, feeling like a lovesick teenager all over again.

That’s when I realized I wasn’t carrying the ice bucket. I had definitely left it in the elevator, but there was no way in hell I was going back for it. I was prepared to explain the entire story to my bandmates, who I was sure had heard the last of mine and Colson’s conversation through the door. I was expecting so many questions about why I was gone so long, why they had heard Colson outside with me, and why I was smiling like such an idiot.

But instead, they looked at me for a moment and my drummer asked, “Where’s the ice?”