#but FUCKKKKK MANNNNN

[rainy-daze1]

riice dying feels so mundane compared to everything else. like. yeah it was some kind of sculk disease. but there wasn't anything like... major with that. no wacky wild symptoms, no real slow corruption, just... exhaustion and coughing up blood. there wasn't any final battle or anything. they were playing tag when it happened. there was no big evil scheme to it, she just... died, because she got sick, and the sickness killed her. it's such a painfully normal way to go, such a painfully normal thing to stop this patchwork town of adventurers and weirdos in their tracks. fuccckkkkk mannnnnn

[irvingtwo]

IM A MARRIED MANNNNN WHAT THE FUCKKKKK

[gretagerwigsmuse]

i know they need to get through this (very) rough patch for surely they will be all the stronger for it, but mannnnn do i want them to be friends again!! some fave parts below!

He let you have your way the majority of the time, even to his detriment. He cared more about keeping the peace than his own feelings being heard. - my big sister is a will, i’m definitely a meredith haha

It was another Dartmouth shirt, this time long sleeved. - mini aside, long sleeve beat up t-shirt’s are the absolute best?? especially when they’re a little oversized?

It wasn’t lost on you that you were pent up not only because Mark had done absolutely nothing to bring you to orgasm, but because you were still so flustered by your interaction with Jake in the garden. - MER PLS!!! and yes i know It was going to Happen, but i still lost my mind!!!

He could see it on your face that you had absolutely no idea why he was so upset. Jake didn’t know either. - sure jan…

You thought about it. Maybe he was right. Maybe you weren’t. “No,” you replied after a moment. “I guess I’m not.” Eli lifted the piece of toast and bit into the corner with a smirk. - i fucking hate him i stg!!! also i totally have had a feeling this entire time that he’s dead for absolutely no reason??? idk what’s wrong with me 🤦🏼‍♀️

You sat up straight in the chair. “Care to explain to me why you pulled a Shia LaBeouf-level fit last night?” - as long as she doesn’t pull a mia goth they’re good

Words died on your lips. Every snarky comeback. Every snide remark. Every curse word. They all withered and died right there in your throat, standing in the living room of the beach house, standing face-to-face with Jake Seresin, only a few inches separating the two of you. There was only darkness, and Jake, and a vacuum-like atmosphere that was never ending and suffocating all at once. - fuckkkkk this is So Good!!!

The Off-Season || Chapter Nine

A Jake Seresin AU

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Meredith Lilley]

Summary: It was supposed to just be one summer. But somehow you found yourself living in your grandparent’s Maine vacation house indefinitely. It was quiet when the summer tourists left, but tolerable. That was, until your brother’s friend from college needed a place to crash and he somehow wound up staying in your guest bedroom. Also indefinitely. Still reeling from a life-altering breakup, Jake Seresin was a disaster, and the absolute last person you wanted to survive a Maine off-season with. And yet, there were some redeeming qualities in Jake that didn’t make him the worst roommate of all time. He was searching for a fresh start, and you were searching for answers to questions you still weren’t sure how to ask. So why did it seem like the two of you were meant to end up in the beach house when you couldn’t be more different?

Tropes: Roommates; slow burn; enemies to lovers

Warnings: Cursing, angst, mention of abusive and manipulative relationship, masturbation, disordered eating

WC: 2.7K

Series masterlist here; previous chapter here; next chapter here

It was eerily quiet outside as you stood staring at the door that Jake had just slammed shut. 

For once there were no crickets, no birds. Even the sound of the waves was so dull you could barely hear anything except the buzzing in your ear from the rush of blood to your head. 

You were fucking pissed. 

You had never lived with a guy before, except when you were a kid and you and Will lived at home. But that didn’t count. The two of you had fought like normal siblings, but Will was decidedly more diplomatic than most children. He let you have your way the majority of the time, even to his detriment. He cared more about keeping the peace than his own feelings being heard. 

Jake Serein, on the other hand, was a whole other story. 

You looked down at the shirt. It was another Dartmouth shirt, this time long sleeved. You had just assumed it was part of Will’s collection, left at the beach house by mistake. How would you have known it was actually Jake’s? He had a bad habit of sneaking items into your laundry basket when he noticed you were doing a load. You were convinced he didn’t actually know how to do laundry.

Why did he care so much if you wore his shirt? 

You huffed, taking a sip of water and heading for the door. Jake’s light was turned off as you rounded the corner toward the hallway with the bedrooms. You didn’t even try to be quiet as you slammed the door to your bedroom shut. 

The bed was still a mess. A reminder of what had happened only twenty minutes before. 

Mark was nice. He was basic, but nice. But he left a lot to be desired. 

That’s how you found yourself climbing back onto the bed, nudging down beneath the covers, hand reaching out to the nightstand drawer and pulling out your vibrator, sliding your hand down between your legs and closing your eyes. 

It wasn’t lost on you that you were pent up not only because Mark had done absolutely nothing to bring you to orgasm, but because you were still so flustered by your interaction with Jake in the garden. 

So when you came, moaning louder than you had expected, there was the usual rush of endorphins.

But there was something else, too, lingering in the back of your mind. It was the way Jake had looked at you in the garden. How dark his green eyes had been as he stared at you. Like he wanted to douse you in gasoline and toss a match at your feet.

***

Jake heard you shut your door. Normally you were quiet or at least you tried to be quiet if the lights were off in his room. But you obviously didn’t give a single shit after your fight in the garden. 

When Jake had fought with Ali, especially at the end, he very rarely felt remorse afterward. In the beginning he had felt guilty. He would go back to her with his tail between his legs, begging for forgiveness, craving her touch. But as time went on, and as the fights they had felt less like fights and more like writing on the wall, documenting the reasoning behind their inevitable end, he stopped trying to make amends afterward. He no longer cared if she was mad at him. 

That’s how he knew it was over. 

The moment Jake’s head hit the pillow he regretted how he had acted toward you. He could see it on your face that you had absolutely no idea why he was so upset. 

Jake didn’t know either. All he knew was that hearing you fucking Mark had turned his brain into mashed potatoes. It made him want to crawl out of his skin. He didn’t even care who Mark the townie lawyer was. It didn’t matter if he was a fucking Kennedy or if he had personally saved a dozen orphans from a fire. He didn’t deserve to have his hands on you. 

Jake didn’t know the full story, but there was something you weren’t telling him. There was someone who had changed you, for the worse. 

And nobody deserved to put their hands on you until you told them the full story. Until you trusted them. 

So why had you let Mark touch you, let alone fuck you?

And why did Jake care so damn much?

Jake couldn’t turn his brain off. He sighed, rolling out of bed, opening his door. There was a small crack of light beneath your bedroom door at the other end of the hall. He walked over carefully, fist hovering a few inches beyond the wood panel, ready to knock, before he heard it. 

A distinct, whiny moan. 

He lowered his hand, taking half a step forward, leaning his ear in closer, trying to confirm if he had just heard what he thought he heard. 

This time there was a second, more drawn out, breathy moan. 

Jake’s eyes widened in surprise. He should have walked away, turned around and went back into his room and pretended he never heard you in the first place. He should have covered his ears and run for the hills. 

Instead, he stood frozen outside of your door, hearing the soft whirring of the vibrator against your clit as you moaned softly, Jake growing harder in his shorts as your whimpering increased. He could practically hear the desperation in your throaty whines as you teased yourself, soft mewls spilling out of your mouth as you slid the vibrator over your wet folds and against your swollen clit. 

Jake placed one hand on the doorframe, bracing himself, as he listened to your cries as your orgasm came crashing in, your soft, quiet sobs as your breath evened out and you clicked off the vibrator. 

It took Jake a moment to realize it was over. He was painfully hard in his boxers. But then he heard the sound of you dropping the toy back into the nightstand drawer, and he quickly, silently, skittered down the hallway, gently pressing his door shut. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he palmed himself over the cotton of his boxer shorts, embarrassed by how hard he was. Ashamed that it was because of your tiny moans that he found himself gripping his cock, sliding his palm up and down his length only a few times before he was spilling hot cum into his hand, panting, the sound of your throaty moans on repeat in his head. 

Jake cleaned himself up and laid down, closing his eyes, feeling dirtier than he had in a long time. How could he ever look you in the eyes again after what he had just done? 

***

The first time you noticed was two months into your relationship. 

Eli had cemented his place in your life seamlessly. From your first interaction at the coffee cart to your date later that night, he had insinuated himself into everything. He was there waiting for your class to get out. He was sitting in the study carrel next to you at the library. His hand was on your thigh in the back of a seminar hall. His eyes on yours as you stood in line to buy textbooks. 

The two of you were eating in the Eliot House dining hall.

“Where are you going?” Eli’s dark eyes followed your every movement as you pushed back from your seat, smoothing your hands over your shirtdress. 

“To grab some toast and coffee,” you said. “Those eggs weren’t very filling.” 

His thin fingers grabbed your wrist as you turned to go. “Meredith.” 

You looked down, frowning. Immediately you released the frown. Eli was constantly telling you it would give you a wrinkle down the center of your forehead. “What?” 

“Black coffee,” he said, and his voice was so low you had to lean down to hear him. “Right?” 

You nodded. “Yeah. Black coffee.” 

When you returned a few minutes later with a piece of golden, buttered toast on a small ivory plate and a mug of black coffee, Eli smiled at you. 

You reached for the toast and he slid the plate a centimeter away. You looked up. “What are you doing?” 

“Take a sip of coffee,” he ordered. 

The dining hall was practically empty. It was barely eight in the morning. You shook your head in confusion but lifted the steaming mug to your lips anyway, taking a sip. 

Eli gave you a small, lopsided smile without showing any teeth. “See,” he said. “You’re not really hungry, are you?” 

You thought about it. Maybe he was right. Maybe you weren’t. “No,” you replied after a moment. “I guess I’m not.” Eli lifted the piece of toast and bit into the corner with a smirk. 

***

Jake returned home from work the next day and the Land Rover was in the driveway. He sucked in a breath, mentally preparing for seeing you after the incidents from the night before. First, your fight in the garden. Then, everything that had transpired in the hallway that you had no idea about. 

He was still burning with shame. 

You heard the door open and saw a brief shadow as Jake darted from the main hall toward the bedrooms. You simply rolled your eyes in the living room from where you sat in the chair near the window, reading quietly. 

It was nearly dark by the time you heard Jake emerge from his room. 

“Tex.” 

He visibly jumped. You flicked on the lamp to your right, filling the large living room with soft yellow light. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Scared the shit out of me, Mini.” 

You shrugged, stretching your arms over your head, revealing a thin sliver of tanned skin between where your linen shorts ended and your woven sweater started. “Not my fault you’re skulking around like a fucking dog that shit on the rug.” 

Jake winced. He still felt morally grimy, and your digs weren't helping. “Listen, Mini, about last night.” 

You sat up straight in the chair. “Care to explain to me why you pulled a Shia LaBeouf-level fit last night?” 

Jake put his hands on the back of a winged chair in the corner. “Just had a bad day is all.” 

“A bad day?” You scoffed. “Listen, if you’re going to tear me down because of your own personal shit, that’s not OK with me. I don’t do that to you, so you don’t get to do that to me. I’m not a punching bag for your shitty life. I’m not your sad fucking ex girlfriend.” 

“Don’t bring Ali into this,” Jake said, his voice rising. He felt hot, despite only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. 

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Why not? What did you do that fucked things up so bad that you had to run all the way here? How come you’re my problem now instead of hers?” 

Jake’s fingers dug into the plush fabric of the chair cushion. “Don’t fucking go there, Meredith, or else two can play at that game.” 

“Oh yeah?” you taunted. “Is that a threat?” 

“Don’t,” Jake warned and you simply stuck out your chin at him. “I don’t want to do this. Not tonight. Not with you. Not right now.” 

“I think you’re a chicken. I think you’re scared to admit how badly you fucked your life up.”

The bubble inside of him burst. “You want to talk about Ali? Fine. What do you want to know? She was beautiful and she was perfect and in the end we had nothing in common except for the fact that we lived in the same house. But we weren’t the same people we had been to start. I didn't fuck anything up that wasn't fucked to begin with. There, are you happy?” 

You swallowed and looked up at him. Jake was practically shaking he was so riled up. 

“I have questions, too, Meredith. And I’ve been holding back out of decency. Kindness. Whatever you want to call it. But fuck it. Since you obviously don’t give a shit about unspoken social decorum, just lay into me, why don’t you?” 

Jake could feel himself toppling over the edge. You sent him into a tailspin. He hadn’t felt this way in years. 

You stoked a fire inside of him. And he was tired of putting it out. It was time to let it burn.

Let it burn the house down, for all he cared.  

“Who is he, Meredith?” 

You narrowed your eyes. “Mark? Fucking hell, I told you, I met him at the coffee shop on Main.” 

Jake shook his head. “Not Mark. I couldn’t give less of a shit about Mark. The guy in the photo. Who is he?” 

Your heart tensed up and you could feel the blood stalling in your veins. Jake’s clear green eyes were locked on yours. And as much as you wanted to look away, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Why do you care, Tex?” 

“Because I think there’s something you’re not telling me.” Jake pushed off of where he had been standing with his hands on the back of the stuffed chair. He stepped forward into the middle of the living room, coming closer to where you sat near the large bay window. “We both know you’re hiding out here, Mini. The sooner you tell me the sooner we can get over all the fucking bullshit and figure out how to live together and move on.” 

You stood up. You and Jake were only a few feet away, but you could feel the anger radiating off of him in waves. Like a cartoon ham with steam pummeling out in every direction. “Eli has nothing to do with any of this.” 

Jake tucked Eli’s name into his back pocket. “That’s where you’re wrong, Meredith,” he said. “He has everything to do with this. We both know that. So why are you lying to me?” 

“What did you do that was so bad you had to run away?” you countered, stepping even closer. Jake was so near you could put your hand out and touch his chest, which was heaving with anger. “Did you fuck someone else?”

Jake paused. You watched your words roll over him. You watched the way his jaw set firmer, how his fists balled up at his side, how his nostrils flared. 

“You did,” you whispered, aghast. “You fucking cheated. You cheated on her and she kicked you to the curb and now you’re my fucking problem.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Jake said. “Don’t judge me when you don’t know the full fucking story, Meredith.” 

Your eyes blazed. “What’s there to know about you, Jake? You’re no different than any other guy. All of you, you’re the same. You take and you take and you take and when you’re done taking, you leave.”

Jake’s voice dropped low. “What did he do to you?” he whispered. 

Words died on your lips. Every snarky comeback. Every snide remark. Every curse word. They all withered and died right there in your throat, standing in the living room of the beach house, standing face-to-face with Jake Seresin, only a few inches separating the two of you. There was only darkness, and Jake, and a vacuum-like atmosphere that was never ending and suffocating all at once. 

Jake’s hand reached out, landing on your upper arm, squeezing the fabric of your sweater gently into your sensitive skin. “Meredith. Please, tell me. What the fuck did he do to you to make you hate everyone so much?” 

Your voice was small. So small it could get boxed up and shipped across the world for less than a dollar. So small it could barely qualify as speaking. But Jake heard you. 

And what you said tore him apart. 

“He broke me,” you admitted quietly, your words entering the liminal space that you and Jake seemed to inhabit at that very moment. “He made me his, just so that he could break me. And when there was nothing left for me to give him, he left. I was nothing without him. He took everything I was with him.” 

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[readingwriter92]

So I fucking hate that this streaming service will just start. In the tab. When I didn’t reload it and it does it silently so I’ll just switch windows and it’ll run thru the first hour and a half of casino royale that I opened two days ago for the sole purpose of being angry at the version of you know my name being different and then forgot about. But at the same time. I’ve now watched. Thirty mins of casino royale and I fucking love casino royale so how angry can I be

[hamausagi]

what if....

okayokay imagine this scenario with you/a ship (this is supposed to be like a few seconds before the spike blows up in a failed val mission)

///

their hands are tight and trembling around you, forehead pressed against yours, as though they want to seek comfort in your touch.

you can't blame them. you're scrabbling for them in the same way, gripping their arms, breaths shallow as the earth tears up around you.

the scent of blood and dust clings in the air, and the ticking of the spike only grows louder.

a small sob escapes them, and you instantly reach a hand up to wipe away their tears.

"look at me," you whisper, and manage a small smile. you could be strong. just for them. for them. "look at me, yeah? it's alright. don't be scared."

they laugh. it's a thin, shaky sound, barely audible over the hissing that grows in the earth.

they press even closer to you, until you breathe the same air and share the same space. it's almost suffocating, but you can't bring yourself to care. not here, not now.

"oh, [name]," their voice is a low murmur, hands desperately cupping your face. their eyes convey an emotion you can't start to name. but it's known to you, somewhere within the deepest core of yourself. "I'm not afraid, not with you by my side."

from afar, you hear a silence.

the last thing you see is their eyes, watery and sorrowful but vibrant and emotion-filled all at once. their hands are warm against your skin.

i have no regrets dying with you.

WEHAT THE FUCKKKKK WAT TOEIHAKJHKAJFSFDKJ YOONIE IM SOBNBINHG IM GOING TO FUCKGIN CRY WHAT THE GUVCK

this. with jett. i am not okay in any way shape or form right now THIS AS NANOBOMB ??????? FUCK ??????/

OOOHHH MANNNNN "IM NOT AFRAID, NOT WITH YOU BY MY SIDE" you hear distant violent WAILS

[mamin-thetroll]

Fuck Deleted scene! I feel like Tina had a feeling for the real Mr.Graves and Grindelwald known this! So he flirted with her to get what he want. OMG I can't imagine how heartbroken Tina would felt when she'd sentenced to death. YOU EVIL MAN don't fuck with girl's heart!!!! He had done this to Dumbledore sure he could do this again (he even act kindly to Credence to gain his trust too Fuckkkk) That's why Grindelwald is more evil than Voldemort. He knows that people can do anything for love. T --- T

[janieofarc]

I WANT TO FUCKING SLEEP MANNNNN WHAT THE FUCKKKKK

[meatsnails]

OHHH MANNNNN OH FUCKKKKK

[sufferinggod]

Bro..... I bought like 5 bottles of Kombucha and they all taste like fucking shit mannnnn damnnnnnnnn fuckkkkk this drink shit smells nasty and taste salty like bro wtf

[uncollectedself]

Next Time say No..

Boss lady: Hey, would you like some bananas pudding?

Me: Who made it?

Boss lady: Me.

(Inner Monologue) Ahh Damn now I gotta take it, and pretend even if its nasty that it tastes good ... FUCKKKKKK

Me: Sure. ( Grabs plate ) Just a little though I just ate.

Boss lady: Grabs ladle, (scoops a giant ladle full onto my plate)

Me: ( FUCKKKKK ) looks at light colored mound of whiteness

Boss lady: ( stands there with eyes full of joy and hope)

Me: ( damn she must want me to taste it now FUCKKK)

Me: ( sticks spoon into uncertainty ) ( wait a min ) ( bitch there is no bananas in this bullshit) ( how the fuck is this bananas pudding without bananas ) ( this shit bout to be nasty as fuck ahhh hell ) (places spoon in mouth ) ( hears screams from ancestors ) ( sees flashes of great grandmother shaking her head ) oh ok I see what you did there what did you change?

Boss Lady: well there's no sugar I made the pudding from scratch I used goat milk and honey I used avocado for the texture instead of bananas ...

Me: ( as she is describing what she used I feel my stomach trying to push that shit back up out my stomach through my mouth )

Boss Lady: I also used my homemade sugar no sugar cookies recipe instead of vanilla wafers, I really just let my inspiration take over...

Me: ( BITCH my stomach wtf was in this shit got my stomach acting up like this ) Oh ok.

Boss Lady: Do you like it?

Me: Mannnnn..... I wish my mother was here to taste this Im sure she would ask what is in this.... I will be talking about your bananas pudding for years ma'am this is ...something else.

Boss Lady: Really... that's nice of you to say!

Me: ( you don't know my mother ) no problem, well let me get back to work...

5 mins later.....

Me: Hey, Ive got a little family emergency I need to deal with Ill be right back if that's ok?

Boss Lady: Sure, take your time.

Me: ( Fast walks to car ) drives to Bojangles, ( walks inside heads straight for bathroom ) ( Blows it up )

MORALE OF THIS STORY STOP EATING SHIT YOU AINT COOK YOURSELF AND NEXT TIME SAY NO THANK YOU.....