#but behind my back she said nasty shit about me to everyone else. have the decency to tell me about it

[rewh0re]

─CUPID HIT ME WITH PRECISION ; ITOSHI RIN

-PURE FLUFF, 1.7k, enemies to lovers (more like harmless rivalry turned love), silly confessions, i ACTUALLY poured my whole being into this omg. I did proofread but if any mistake skipped my eye, forgive me:)

Rin liking you? Yea sure. As if you'd believe that.

Itoshi Rin was the absolute bane of your existence.

He was like some nasty weed growing in your otherwise perfect garden making the whole place just not very perfect.

Your friends would look at you, all bewildered and stunned as to how can someone despise the very lovable, the very endearing, the very handsome Itoshi Rin. All he actually ever did was mind his own damn business, didn't poke his nose into anyone's affair and just liked to keep to himself.

But you, you knew him. You knew him and his tendencies to criticise every living being on the planet for even breathing. His perfect facade lasted only so long until you actually talked to him. That is why most people liked him so, because he never actually talked to them.

You were assigned a project with him where you had to interview a certain group of people, and you could bet on your whole life that you had never come across someone as non cooperative as Rin. He kept flaking off due to "football practices." And he argued whenever he got the chance. He argued over the colours, the font, the whole project in general.

When the project was done and dusted and you thought 'oh, good riddance' he barged in again pointing out the little knick knacks about you.

He had friends, few in number but just as annoying by association or otherwise because why else would Isagi and Bachira just barge into your class during lunch and tell you that Itoshi Rin liked you.

"ITOSHI RIN LIKES WHO!?" your best friend quite literally dropped the wrap she was eating as the earth breaking, ground shattering news reached her ears.

Suddenly, your whole class stared at the source of the brand new, very juicy information in silence before breaking into whispers of shock and excitement.

You stared at the two peas for brains with your face twisted in disbelief because no, Rin is not physically or mentally capable of liking anybody. You out of all people? No chance.

"He likes you, y/n! You need to date him!" Isagi shook your frozen self as if trying to bring you back to earth.

"Ok first of all, calm down, everyone is staring and I don't like the whispers which are very audible by the way," you raised your voice towards the end of the sentence as you looked at the people in your class. They went back to their work in an instant.

"Second, good joke lol," you patted Isagi’s shoulder and resumed eating your lunch.

"It's not a joke, he likes you," Bachira announces, face pink with excitement,a wide grin on his face.

Before you could respond with probably something witty or disdainful about Rin, the bell rang and the boys scampered off to their class.

However much you wanted your life to be normal after that, it wasn't. There were whispers in the halls and they followed you everywhere you went. Whoever said that rumours spread like wildfire, was right. Especially in a high school where gossip hungry teenagers exist.

You passed by Rin several times after that, each time he'd look like he wanted to talk to you but said absolutely nothing. You did have maybe a few eye contacts and maybe just maybe you wondered what it would be like to date Rin, to hold his hand in yours and share kisses only to break out in hushed giggles afterwards. But you shook the thoughts away before they took over you completely.

"Can I talk to you?" You screamed as you felt a presence behind you. Slamming your locker shut, you turned around and hit the perpetrator who scared the actual living shit out of you.

"Don't scream, are you crazy?" Rin rubbed his shoulder which probably had become a little sore due to the impact of the hit.

"You snuck up on me!" You jabbed his chest.

"You hit me!" He rolled his eyes. God he was infuriating.

"You-" you started but were rudely interrupted instead.

"Yeah I know I'm annoying. You've mentioned. Now, back to my question. Can we talk?"

You stared at the towering boy suspiciously, "about what?"

"Follow me," with that he began walking, hands in his pocket and grandeur exuding from his stature.

"Hey!" He never answered your call leaving you no scope but to follow the boy in lead.

He had long legs which meant you were quite some paces behind him screaming at him to walk slower, garnering stares and laughs from certain students. He never listened. He kept going until you reached your school field. As academic classes were going to start, it was fairly empty, leaving behind a few pigeons and crows. The field was lined with some flowering trees, petals from which were scattered on the ground. Rin leaned on one of the barks and looked at you, in all your panting state, with his lazy eyes.

And then something happened. Such a once in a blue moon occurrence it was that you couldn't quite process it. You could swear you saw his lips turn upwards to form what was maybe a smile and you heard what could be the word cute. You probably were hallucinating from the speedwalking you had to go through to catch up with him.

"What did you just call me?" You asked for confirmation.

"I called you cute," he confirmed.

You didn't quite know how to reciprocate to that. It was new, it was rare but somehow, it was welcomed.

"So, I'm pretty sure that those idiots told you something about me? You know, with all the rumours?" And suddenly you noticed his hands. His fingers fidgeting with each other, his eyes cast upon the ground.

"Which idiots?" He spared you a momentary glance which said not to play with him right now. You smiled at his slight annoyance. A win is a win.

"Bachira and Isagi. They told you I liked you," he sighed as he rubbed his hand across his face and looked away.

"Yeah they did and I didn't believe them," you simply shrugged.

"Look, I'm not very experienced in the matter of love and relationships. I've never really felt any kind of strong feeling for anyone, especially love. It's very foreign to me," he gulped, eyes still on the ground.

"I know I was mean to you but I didn't know how else to approach you because honestly, I suck at small talk or deep talk or any kind of talk at all. I'm sorry I was not the kindest to you, I'm sorry I didn't show you that I hold feelings for you which at this point might be a little more than a crush. I'm sorry you had to hear this from those two absolutely stupid idiots before hearing it from me. Yeah, y/n, I like you. Quite a bit actually," he finished and by now your jaw was on the ground because why was Rin being a normal actually nice human being? You don't know how long you stood like that with your mouth open and eyes wide but somewhere a crow cawed and you returned back to the land of living.

"That was an apology," you stated.

"Kind of. Yeah, I guess," he folded his arms now and looked at you. There was pink on his cheeks.

"And definitely a confession," he pointed out, rubbing his neck.

"And definitely a confession," you hated yourself for the butterflies that fluttered inside you at the thought.

"Since when are you so....I don't know, not awful?" You spoke in a haze. You've gotten confessions, but one from who you thought was your archnemesis was bound to leave you kind of speechless.

He scrunched his eyebrows, lips forming a pout, "I'm not awful."

"No, now that I think of it, you're not really," you let out a soft giggle.

Rin might have been the bane of your existence at some point but somewhere along the path, you had stopped associating him with weeds and somehow associated him with flowers blooming in the gardens. He had pointed out your little knick knacks but he had also stood up for you once when you got into an argument with a batchmate. He had shared homework with you, taking out time to explain each problem to you when you specifically asked him not to, even when you were clearly suffering and desperately needed it. He had once put a bandaid on your knee muttering how careless you are. Rin was insufferable once but at some point you couldn't really go without initiating any type of contact with the boy. Rin was insufferable but he had never, ever crossed the line.

"So? Do I get an answer today or will you make me wait?" Under all his facade of being unbothered, he was so nervous. So damn nervous.

"You're not too bad," you smiled at him, poking your cheek with your tongue.

"Is that a yes or a no," he came close to you, grabbing you by the hand. He looked at your intertwined hands and then in your eyes.

"You never asked me a yes or a no question Rin," you maintained your smile as you stared at him.

"Go out with me? Yes or no," All his nervousness left his body somehow, as he became more confident and direct. It was torture enough to have hid the fact from you for so long. He wanted an answer.

You kissed his cheek softly, letting your lips hover over them as you pecked him again before you started walking away, grinning at him widely. Your hands were behind you as you feigned your innocence.

"We'll be so late for class and it will all be your fault, Itoshi Rin," Oh he got the answer alright.

"That's a yes or a no, l/n?" He screamed at your scampering figure as he hid his laughter behind a smile.

You turned around, cupping your mouth as you yelled at him, "pick me up this Saturday at 5 and you'll get your answer Itoshi."

With that you ran off leaving a quite jumpy and excited Itoshi Rin behind. Oh, he could not wait for Saturday.

[ivysprophecy]

slim pickins

warnings; bad date? mentions of sex, cursing underage drinking and yes i meant for it to be written poorly i was trying to keep the humor of the album in the writing

no pressure tags; @murdockcastleslut @kimoralov3 @arkofblake

word count; 1911

summary; youre tired of not finding a decent guy who will treat you right and lay you right. at least not one you've known since you were kids. however you just cant help yourself. besides its slim pickins out here you take what you can get.

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

i wanna make one thing clear, when i say there are no good guys left i do not wanna hear about you and your boyfriend of three years that can cook and loves your mom.

thats exactly what im talking about maddie!!! i dont give two fucks that he took you to barnes and noble and bought you every book you wanted.

they are all taken. its plain and simple.

which is why even with a full roster, im stuck taking fucking zander, yes with a z, to my friends' kegger.

i mean yea hes cute. hes tall, built but not that gross kind of muscly. but if were being real i shouldve known better when he was joking about being a male stripper when hes a ginger.

and i can tell kie is judging me, rightfully so. her side eye is lethal. when i introduced him to everyone she asked him about his greta van fleet tee and he said he didn't even know it was a band.

needless to say pope had to drag her away.

after that incident i decided it was best if we tried to talk away from the rest of the group. boy was i wrong.

"so what do you like to drink? ill go grab us something," i offer trying to start the conversation, also avoiding the usual problem with taking a drink from men.

"im good with whatever"

i like to think im not a violent person, but im about to be.

"does a beer sound okay?" i ask him grabbing a twisted tea for me from the cooler.

"sure thing." god why is he acting like such a bitch? i should ask him if he's on his period.

i hand him the can, our fingers brush and its my final clue for the night that i am definitely not going home with him. no spark at all. hes done just about everything else to piss me off.

he did the thing where he licks his lips exaggeratingly looking me up and down, making a point to make sure i saw.

he walks so slow for being 6'3.

and finally he tried to mansplain my career to me. i'd had just enough when he opens his mouth again

"ew, you like twisted tea? who likes sweet tea?" his face contorted in disgust, it was about to contort from my fist breaking his goddamn nose if he keeps talking to me like this.

"we literally live in the south dude." my face could not make it any clearer i am so done with this guy.

"still, sweet tea is disgusting. im not kissing anyone that drinks that nasty shit."

"who said i wanted to kiss your nasty fucking mou-" i was interrupted by the sound of a very familiar giggle behind me as his arm wrapped around my shoulder, the smell of his deodorant and sea salt that cover his skin start to put you at ease.

jj was always there when you needed him, sometimes even when you didnt but right now you couldn't be more grateful. "im glad you found those mama i got em just for you. remembered theyre your favorite. right?"

and you wanna know the best part? zander is shaking already pissed off that jj is at my side. territorial i guess.

"you mind?" he asks him nodding his head at me like im not even there.

jj cant help but laugh at him "yea bud i do mind. she's hanging out with me tonight. have fun with your ipa dick." and with that he steers us off to where the rest of the pogues are.

but not before i can look over my shoulder and give the ginger an innocent smile and a shrug as if i had no control over the situation, when really id pick jj over anyone else.

"you owe me a big fat kiss mama," jj whispers in my ear walking us over to where our friends are standing, drinks in their hands laughing and chatting up a storm.

"in your dreams honey."

"every night all night," he quips back before i shove him off me.

now before you give me shit, jj and i have had our fair share of fun, but unfortunately im starting to look for something more serious.

watching john b and sarah be disgusting together is getting to my head. popes got something going on with cleo and im starting to recognize the pattern. and before i know it everyone will be in love if i don't start making an effort in that department.

random casual hook ups aren't doing it anymore, especially considering they aren't even that good.

unless theyre with jj.

but hes not an option, theres too much drama. too much history. too much too much too much. im not what he needs and i know for a fact he doesn't want me in that sense.

is that a bit dramatic? probably.

i mean hes a great lay, he's hilarious, he's got that blue collar kind of muscle, and he genuinely cares about me.

so of course im not going to date him, why would i?

what do you mean make good decisions? id rather do things in the most difficult way possible!

"y/n youve gotta stop giving those guys a chance, im starting to feel bad for you."

"you try finding a decent guy in a ten mile radius." i glare at him, obviously not wanting to joke about this right now.

he sticks his hand out in front of me, "fine i will. let me see your phone."

curious to see what he will do i hand it too him unlocked, he swipes and taps for a few moments, smiling down at the phone before handing it back to you.

when you look back down at the screen all you see is your instagram open with his stupid fucking smiley face on the screen.

he took a picture of himself and posted to my story. written on the screen in bubble letters in my favorite colored heart 'my favorite guy <3'

"i think he's your best bet." that same smile facing back at me now, cockier than ever. so smug i wanna kiss it off his face

i cant help but roll my eyes. "jj im serious! at this rate im going to die alone. every decent guy is taken or unavailable. all i want is someone funny, kind, and attractive is that too much to ask for?"

"im right in front of you mama you dont gotta look far."

"jj we both know we're not the serious kind of relationship im talking about."

"you can think what you want too but ill be here waiting for that kiss you owe me."

"i think all that tequila youve been sipping has gone to your head maybank."

he stands in front of me, taking his signature red cap off his head and putting it on mine smiling down at me, "what do they say in those books you read? you wear the hat you ride the cowboy?"

"this no ten gallon hat and you are no cowboy."

we laugh at each other, its always been easier to do that then actually talk about our feelings. so i put his hat back on his head, backwards the way he i likes it.

"cmon y/n/n, have a few more drinks, relax and hang out and ill make you feel all better later yea? its what im best at, you know."

"its gonna take more than a few more teas to convince me jj"

"what about that thing you like that i do with my tongue, huh mama? doesnt that sound pretty good right now? i think it does."

"i give you one fucking compliment and it goes straight to your head."

"technically its about my head so that makes perfect sense," he hands me another can with that stupid signature smirk of his and his stupid sexy hat backwards. i hate to admit it's working on me.

just like it does every other time.

i squint my eyes at him taking the can, rolling the idea around in my head. "fuck it. its not like anyone else is offering," i take a big sip of my drink.

jj pumps his fist in the air like a victorious idiot giving a few woots and hollars before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder despite my wishes.

"jb!!" he shouts turning around to face him, "we're headed out!"

john b looks at the two of us shaking his head at how im kicking my feet to wiggle out of jjs oddly strong grip. "make sure you change the sheets when youre done!"

oh my god he did not just say that. "fuck both of you!"

jj just laughs carrying you back to the chateau like a kid who's excited to use a brand new birthday present.

"what happened to letting me have a few more drinks before we left??"

"youre just too irresistable mama, gotta have you now,' he gives my ass a light slap for good measure causing me to roll my eyes for the 600th time tonight.

"are you gonna put me down now?"

he pretends to look like hes thinking about it, "i guess. only so i can watch you walk away," he does as he says helping me get my feet on the ground.

"youre a pervert."

"no im flirtatious, and you love it, you know it makes you blush i see it. now go on and give me a lil walk yea?"

oh im gonna kill him...

oh wait! im gonna kill him!

"okay... fine. but no touching until we get home," i smile walking away exactly like he asked, but i know behind me he is a puddle of mud. standing still, about to start begging me to let him.

he finally catches up after a few seconds "mama please- cmon thats not fair. you look too good in those shorts you know i cant wait that long. just wanna feel you."

i cant help but giggle at his words, its honestly adorable how mopey he gets. like i just kicked his puppy or something.

"hands of jj i mean it... not until that door shuts behind us."

it didn't really matter that i can see the chateau or that ill be there in literally a minute.

its actually painful for jj to not be able to touch me as he pleases.

i turn around to face him with a cheeky smile. "you want me maybank?"

and of course he nods so hard it looks like his head is going to fall right off.

"come and get me," running towards the house, i can see the moment when his reflexes kick in, his boots thudding against the ground as he gains on me.

just before i can make it to the poarch jj wraps his arms around me, lifting me a few inches off the ground and spinning me around in a fit of laughter.

"okay! okay okay okay you win- you got me."

"oh ive got you mama, and im havin you for the rest of the fucking night," he presses a kiss to my neck hauling me inside, the screen door slamming shut after us.

am i gonna regret this tomorrow? most likely.

but what can i say? its slim pickins in this part of town.

[jeansplaytoy]

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

part three

conniexreader, arguing/drama, violence (fighting) sexual references, drug usage (alcohol, weed, the usual), language, mentions of cheating.

when two people that have absolutely no faith in real love or trust meet each other, what could possibly go wrong?

⇦ part two here | part four here ⇨

“everywhere i go, this nigga somewhere near me.” you mutter with a slight squint, entering the second party you’ve been to since the start of the month.

the last party was only a week ago, and it wasn’t the worst.

sasha shook her head. “we at a different house and everything, he still here.” she mumbled. you slowly nodded. “ima speak to him.”

as you walked up to him, passing a few people, someone caught your eye. you slowly stopped walking, frowning a little to see who she was. it was the same girl that he was with last week, his arm was resting around her shoulders. you inhaled deeply and sighed, rolling your eyes and walking up to connie.

“hey connieee.” you smiled, standing in front of him. he was talking to his friends before slowly looking down at you. “wassup.” he said before looking up at his friends, starting to talk again.

you frowned. “ain’t no way this boy acting like he don’t know me.” you said out loud with a scoff. his ‘girlfriend’ or whatever she wanted to label herself as, slowly looked you up and down. “maybe cus he don’t.” she muttered.

your eyes averted to her, staring at her for a second before glancing behind you.

“you talkin to me?”

“i’m sayin, you came around here unknown and tryna speak to connie like you his friend or sum.” she laughed a little, looking around.

“girl, who you posed to be?” you frowned at her, pushing your braids out of your face. “his girlfriend, and who you posed to be?” she tilted her head. connie smacked his lips and removed his arm from around her. “somebody that’s known.”

“for bein a hoe?” she raised her eyebrows.

“nah for being pretty bitch spin back.” you put your cup down behind you. “and see, you tryna be funny like i won’t jaw the fuck outta you.” you shrugged.

“damn, ight break it up it ain’t that serious.” connie split you two to be further apart.

“girl nobody fuckin knows you, you’re so unknown bitch you’re a bum, and over a nigga that don’t even want or know you? my nigga?” she raised her eyebrows at you while taking off her earrings. you laughed softly before shaking your head.

“you acting like this nigga wasn’t inside of me last week an hour after we saw each other bitch, i’m very much known and you ain’t shit but a thot.” you waved her off.

everyone’s reactions were getting bigger by the minute. the girl went silent for a minute before looking at connie. “so you fucked that bitch?” she raised her eyebrows. connie shook his head slowly with a small, hidden laugh. “listen bruh, ion even really want you like that. ion know why you keep coming back. you knew we wasn’t meant to be.” connie shrugged before tryna grab the girls hand but she pulled away.

“nah cus that hoe got me fucked up, me and you? we done.” she pushed past him. you stood on the other side of the island counter with mikasa, the both of you laughing at her and connie’s encounter.

when she started saying shit to you again from across the counter, you just stared at her with slightly raised eyebrows. “cause bitch you think you sumn but you standing over there knowing you not gon do shit, this bitch ain’t no fighter, she know she not really bout that.” she pointed at you.

“girl you need to whoop that ass.” mikasa whispered.

you slowly nodded.

“and bitch, the pussy was prolly bad anyway that’s why he ain’t go back for no round two you nasty-“ before she could finish her sentence, you rushed around the counter and made your way to her, cocking your arm back and swinging straight at her face.

you didn’t give a fuck what else she said about you, but that nasty shit? you was never nasty.

everyone started screaming, pulling out their phones and recording. you barely had space to fight because of the way everyone crowded. you sent hard punches at her face and she grabbed your hair, trying to push you back to where she could get on top of you, but when you tripped backwards, you swung her around to where her body hit the ground. hard.

but she didn’t stop punching, which she should’ve. you kept hitting her in her nose, lip, forehead, anywhere. you got yourself to stand up but felt someone grab you. “okay, stop stop!” you heard connie say as he tried to pull you off.

“nah this bitch got so much to say, right?” you said as he pulled you back by your waist. you kicked her on her face one last time before being dragged out of the kitchen, flashlights from people’s phones almost blinding you.

connie lead you outside, closing the door behind the both of you.

“ight, ight, calm down fool.” he mumbled.

“nah you shut the fuck up, that’s yo bitch and she mad cus you fucked me. ion even know why you like the bitch.” you pushed him off of you.

connie frowned and paused for a minute before following you as you walked… nowhere? because you didn’t feel like driving there by yourself, and mikasa, who drove you there, was still inside. you stopped in your tracks, realizing you weren’t gonna make it anywhere when you walked away.

“how is it my fault y’all fought? i can’t control what you do.” connie said once again, reaching towards your head to fix your braids. “and that ain’t my bitch. ion even like her for real, you saw me tell her that.” he said, moving your braids to their original spots.

you stared up at him before crossing your arms, not wanting to speak anymore.

“now you throwing a fit cus yo ass tripped backwards in that kitchen.” connie held himself back from laughing. you let out an exaggerated sigh and moved his hands from your hair. “you tell that nasty hoe don’t say shit to me next time. i wasn’t even gon fight her ass until she said sum bout me being nasty. never that.” you shook your head slowly while staring at the ground.

connie stared at you for a few seconds before raising his eyebrows. “ian ever seen you that mad befo’, thought yo ass was chill.”

“i am.” you muttered before hearing a bunch of people walk out of the house. you turned around to see connie’s, now ex ‘girlfriend’, stomping out of the house. “nah, i got that bitch. ima send somebody for ha ass.” she yelled at everyone around her. you furrowed your eyebrows with an annoyed expression on your face.

“ah, bitch i ain’t scared.” you mumbled with a slight frown. “see this the shit i be talmout, connie. ion know why you would ever even wanna be wit that bitch.” you pointed your thumb behind you.

“i was using her ass.” connie shrugged. you slowly started to squint. “no, not like that.” he laughed a little. “i mean like, she was fuckin wit other guys and shit then i started fuckin wit other girls.”

“so she was cheating before you was?”

“hell yeah.” he muttered before glancing back. “so you tryna… dip or what? i mean ion care i’m just tryna chill unless you want me to just drop you off or sumn.” he looked at you with rested eyes.

you slowly bit your lip. “how i know you ain’t some random nigga just tryna get in my panties or kill me or sumn?” you frowned, taking a step back.

connie reached in his hoodie pocket and pulled out a zip lock bag, showing you six blunts.

“i wouldn’t have brought my weed if i was tryna kill you, pretty.”

mb i took so longggg yall

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#355

“Hey Wilson.  Get over here….  I hear you are a faggot cocksucker.  Are you?...  Don’t bother answering.  I heard from Rebecca that her husband, Deputy Akers, questioned you at the rest stop on the highway.  When she told me that, I was going to talk to my father to get you fired.  We don’t need your kind around here.  I was telling Frank and Burt that I was going to do it, and you know they both told me not to.  Frank said he would quit if I did that.  It seems that you’ve been gobbing their knobs for some time….

“Frank and I go back a long time, to our days in the Corps.  We used to go through whores together, hundreds of them.  When he said you suck better than all of them, I thought no way.  Burt totally agreed.  Frank told me I should give your mouth a try, that your mouth knows how to take care of a big dick.  But unlike the bitches we used back in the days, you can take a good skull fuck.

“That got me thinking.  If my best bud from the Corps and my six-foot six foreman—two of the manliest men I know—can let a faggot swing on their dicks, when they can get any woman they want, you must be that good.  You better be that good. 

“I made sure everyone has left for the day.  It’s just you and me.  If you mention this to anyone, even Frank and Burt, I will personally shove my fist so far into your face that you will have to reach behind your head to pick your nose.  That’s not just a promise, that’s a fucking threat.  Now get on your knees.

“The fuck?... You want another bitch slap?  Then don’t fucking look up at me….  Did you just say, ‘Sorry Sir?’  That’s right you know who’s fucking in charge.  It’s big isn’t it?  It gets thicker at the base.  I know you fags like to know size, that’s eight and a half inches of grade A beef. 

“To the root faggot.  To the fucking root.  Oh fuck.  Oh man.  Damn boy, Burt and Frank were right, you know how to take a cock.  But this isn’t about you bobbin’ my knob.  I’m in control of this fucking blow job.  That’s it, gag on it faggot.  Your throat pussy is sliming up my dick real good…. 

“No, this is no pussy; this is a cunt.  Cunts are meant to be used and tossed aside.  Treat them like shit.  Make them feel that they are nothing.  They are nothing.  You know what?  You are worse than that.  Pull off.  What do you have to say about that, faggot?

“…Jesus fuck.  You want to be treated like a piece of shit?...  Do Frank and Burt treat you like that?...  They do?  And faggot, you were addressing me as ‘Sir’ at the end of each sentence a few moments ago.  I want that to continue. 

“What does Frank do to you to treat you like shit?...  Smacks you around?  Across the face like this?...  Oh yeah.  I like doing that.  Very few bitches know how to take a hand slap and know that it is a man’s right to assert his dominance….  The best part of cunt slapping you is that I don’t have to hold back my strength, and you thank me afterwards.  I’m beginning to get the appeal of you faggot.  What else does Frank do to you?  He probably does your ass….  I knew it….  He also shoves his fist in there?...  How the hell does that work?...  Nevermind.

“What about Burt?  What does he do to you?...  Oh that’s nasty.  You stick your tongue into his ass crack?  Why?...  What the fuck?  What if there’s skid marks?...  You really are disgusting.  You want to eat his ass like that?... And drink his piss?...  Of course you are a piss drinker. 

“In the corps, there were a couple of bitches that Frank and I would fuck before pissing all over them.  Do you drink his piss too?...  What do you mean you drink from ‘all of them’?  How many other guys on my payroll use you?...  Just one?  Who?...

“…No way!  My dad’s best friend Clay Richardson?  The man I have known since I was a boy?  That one?  Wow.  And what does he do to you?...  The entire weekend?...  And when you are not tied up in his basement?...  You are a party whore?  Fuck, I haven’t been to a guy’s night out with a party whore in years, and you do it every weekend?  What do you do there?...  Yup, that’s a party whore’s duty, but you are a faggot.  You probably do a lot more. 

“As disgusting as you are, and you are quite disgusting, my dick is rock hard and leaking.  I can see why Frank and Burt were so protective of you.  You going to Clay’s tonight?...  What time is he expecting you there?...  That’s forty-five minutes from now.  You show up like that?...  OK.  What if you are late?...  He’ll whip you?  Well, my cock stands between you arriving on time and you being whipped. 

“Get that mouth open.  I’m in control of this blowjob.  I don’t care if you gag, puke, or pass out; I’m not going to stop.  Breathe when you can. 

“Fuck yeah.  That face was made to be slammed into my crotch.  Your throat is better than any cunt, bitch, or whore I have been with.  The throat slime is so juicy.  Oh man, I will be using this quite frequently.  It’s not going to be long.  Faggot.  Oh fuck.  I’m going to be fucking brutal to you.  So brutal, that you are going to want to quit.  But I ain’t going to let you quit.  The guys won’t let you quit.  You belong here to be on your faggot knees.  I’m going to enjoy smacking you around.

“I’m getting close.  You ready?  Don’t give a shit if you ain’t.  Here it comes.  Here it comes.  Faggot!  Here it cuuuuuummmmms!  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.  Goddamned!... Whew!  I will be using that throat going forward.

“No. No. Don’t pull off.  I need to piss….  Ahhhh!  That feels so good.  So fuckin’ natural.

“Fag, fag, fag.  You really need to get going if you are not going to be late….  What are you doing?  Get back on your fucking knees.  I’m not done with you.  I want to know what it’s like to have a tongue inside my shithole.

“Of course that will make you late for Clay’s party.  In fact, I’m going to take you there directly from here.  And I am going to ensure you are late.  I want to watch him beat you.  I want to see you servicing Frank and Burt.  I’m fucking crashing that party.

Here’s my ass.  I trust you know what to do….  Oh fuck.  Oh Fuck.  Goddamned.  Man alive!  I’m going to set my watch timer.  You have thirty minutes back there.  I expect your tongue to be active all that time.”

[im-dehydrated05]

I need help from all the resident lover people because I usually love everyone else’s work, but I really harshly criticize mine, so can you guys tell me if this is good? Should I continue this? Idk man. The Oc takes MC place so yeah…

To Break Away From Fate

This is an OC x RL Story

Something's wrong...

Something's terribly wrong.

I keep remembering — I keep remembering.

My heart has no pity on me.

I hurt them.

I hurt them because I chose them.

What happened? How did this happen? I only thought it was a joke. I thought that Bella had finally gone mad from all the stress and work she did.

I just wanted to help.

I didn't believe in it. In the loops, the school being a cult, but then I started to remember the other time lines and all the outcomes. I felt sick; I didn't want this, but fate didn't give you a choice.

SHE didn't give you a choice.

Miranda: "We belong together, don't you understand? It doesn't matter how many times you resist me or how many times I have to restart. The loop will only stop when you are who you are meant to be. When you finally come back to me, that is what fate has planned for us."

I almost laughed at her words, "When you are who you are meant to be," after I chose her. She wants me to change completely to be like the ghost of her lover.

I finally chose her.

I chose her so many times, and yet...

YOU'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH...

And suddenly, all that sadness turned to ANGER.

"I don't give a fuck about your Fate."

I clenched my fists so tightly that I felt like I might draw blood from my palms with my nails.

I almost wish I did.

You deserved it.

"They didn't deserve that, and you know that. I'll never be that woman you fell in love with, and you know it."

And just like that, the facade Miranda had been putting up shattered in an instant. Once she discovered that it wasn't 'me', her face immediately turned cold. She made her way toward me.

Miranda: "I see... this loop seems to be another failure."

I backed away from her, a startled look on my face as I looked around her office. I knew what those words meant, and I knew exactly what came next, but where was she—

?: "That's too bad. I was finally starting to like this version of you."

A deep voice behind me said. There was an ease in her tone, like she was amused by the boldness of my words. As if she had been here the whole time.

My breath hissed as I turned slowly, thinking maybe I could talk my way out of this. If she kills me...

I don't want to forget everything.

You'll forget.

Rᴜɴ

Tᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ...

sᴀғᴇ

"What the hell?"

My vision became blurry as a strange voice called out to me. My mind dissociated, seeing a vision of a small lake surrounded by trees.

Tʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴇsᴛ

I groaned, my vision finally coming back. Mia's knife was the first thing I saw as she swung it at me. My body jerked back as my hand grabbed onto the blade, pulling Mia towards me before I delivered a kick to her stomach, knocking the air out of her. I didn't even feel the blood running down my palm as the adrenaline built up in my body.

Rᴜɴ

An exit I need to get out of here, but Miranda and Mia were blocking the only door, so I did what any person under the influence of adrenaline would do... I jumped out the window, but not before getting attacked by Cornelius, who scratched my face, leaving a nasty cut on my cheek. I smacked him away, finally jumping out of the office and sprinting towards the forest. My body moved on its own, taking several turns before it finally stopped. I hunched over, catching my breath, and looking around.

It was the lake—the lake I saw before.

A feeling of comfort and safety overwhelmed me as I walked closer to the lake. I tilted my head, looking at my reflection in the water. My tired self could only manage to lift my eyebrows in surprise, my expression shifting to a frown as I got on my knees to get a better look at my reflection.

It was me.

Yeah, no shit... but my clothes looked different—a 1960s type of style.

"What?"

I reached my hand toward my reflection. My hand touched the water, dyeing the water red. I hissed at the pain, finally feeling the wounds that were inflicted on me. My hand didn't pass the surface of the water, leaving me confused until my reflection smiled softly at me. My soul almost left my body as I jumped back.

"What the fuck!"

It was quiet for a second before I heard a merry laugh coming from the lake.

"Wᴇʟʟ, ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ."

I didn't dare to move at this point, questioning if I was going insane... already.

"Hᴇʟʟᴏ, ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ?"

Okey, so I have officially gone insane.

I let out a shaky sigh before standing up and wobbling back to the lake, feeling dizzy. My reflection tilted her head, a frown on her face.

"Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ."

I nodded very carelessly, the words not really processing in my head. I felt a cold sensation all over my body, my muscles aching as I lay down next to the lake, trying to listen to whatever my reflection was saying.

"Sᴏ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴇʟʟ, I'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ, ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ. I'ᴍ ᴀ ᴘᴀsᴛ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ sᴏᴜʟ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ—"

I steadied my breath, feeling like I was having difficulty breathing, and closed my eyes when my vision was going black on the edges.

"Sᴏ I ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs Bᴜᴅʀɪᴏʟɪ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴍᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴄᴇsᴛᴏʀs ᴡᴇʀᴇ—"

The sound of pounding blocked the voice speaking to me, and I could hear my heart slowly stopping before everything was quiet.

It was quite, still, so peaceful...

Until a voice broke the peaceful silence and another and another. They're here again. Too many voices. Too many memories. They all overlapped over one another, and then... they started to make sense.

"...Eva!!"

"We'll bring her back..."

"—choose you every time-"

"Romeo-"

"—star.."

"...worried about you-"

"—wait in the car for me—"

"...no matter where we go-"

"—roses look good on you..."

"you were going to leave-"

"...Italian will do won't it?"

"—I won't let you go..."

"...believe me..."

"—love and be loved."

"—doesn't matter how many times I have to do this, who you go to, what you do, I will reset this as many times as I fucking HAVE TO!

*beep*

*beep*

*beep*

Drenched in sweat and with a racing heart, Aurora jolted up, finally waking up. She looked around the room, a sigh leaving her lips as she noticed she was in her dorm room.

.

.

.

Wait a minute. Shouldn't she be back with her friends in the apartment? She shouldn't be at the university yet.

"What the hell is going on?"

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hey? I got a request for a Logan Howlett x reader x Ex! Steve Rogers one shot,(or two if you feel like it). Maybe one where Steve makes a bet with his nasty friends to date reader and she finds out and confronts Steve, but he's an asshole about it and then she leaves the tower. Years later she's with Logan Howlett and happily married and Steve is living with a lot of regret. He tried to get her back but Reader tells him what she really thinks about him and it's not good.

hi! I will be doing a part 2 where logan comes into the picture, as for now, I hope you enjoy what I've written. thank you for sending me this!

summary - the reader finds out everything was all a bet, leading her to confront steve and finally leave them behind.

warning - angst, swearing.

the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

All fairytales start with a sad beginning.

As I enter the hallway with the biggest smile, I suddenly hear Steve talking loudly with Sam and Bucky. My brows furrow, not meaning to eavesdrop, but it’s hard when they are talking so loud, but I wish I had left.

“So when are you gonna pay up, Wilson?” I lean against the wall as I listen, wondering why Sam would have to pay Steve. Maybe he owed him money? 

“Me? What about Barnes? He was in on the bet too!” The sound of scoffs fills my ears before chuckles follow.

“I can’t believe it was so easy for her to say yes.” My brows furrow, wondering who she was and who she said yes to. Bucky continues to speak, answering the questions I probably never wanted answered. “How does someone like Y/n think you would want her?” The moment the words leave his lips, my heart drops. Finally, understanding everything, the pieces to the puzzle connect rapidly before my eyes.

The smirk on Steve’s face when I agreed to a date, the way he’d snicker with his friends anytime I’d walked into the room. How he’d ignore me anytime I’d try to show affection in public, and he’d check out other women whilst we were together. Everything was starting to make sense, and I couldn’t believe I was fooled. Who else was in on this bet? Was everyone laughing behind my back? Was this entertainment for them? 

“I know, right? You should’ve seen how excited she was when I asked her out.” The words and the cockiness of Steve’s tone cause my hand to cover my mouth as I choke back a sob. Tears brim as I hear them laugh about me for the next few minutes. “Next, I’ll give her some lie about loving her just so I can get into her pants. How much do you guys want to bet how long it’ll take for her to give in?” 

I take a deep breath when his words hit my ears, closing my eyes for a split second before I gather my bearings because I wasn’t raised to take shit from a man. Inhaling and exhaling, I tell myself that I don’t need him, and it’s his loss for losing me. 

My eyes open, nodding to myself before I push away from the wall and enter the room, causing the three horrible men to go silent. As I stare up at Steve, all three pairs of eyes look at me. He holds a cocky smirk as he steps forward, expecting me to jump into them. 

“Hey, baby. Did you miss me?” The smirk drops when I continue to stare, no emotion shown as I hold myself back from punching him in the face. 

“I was just a bet? So everything was a lie?” The sight of them snickering, and looking at each other as they look down at me, makes my blood boil. 

Steve shrugs, “so what if you were? You're lucky you even held my attention. I mean, have you looked at yourself lately?” My brows furrow and my mouth opens and closes, filled with disbelief. “Why are you looking at me like that, baby? Why don’t we just forget this mess and go to my room.” The smirk returns, and he moves forward and goes to wrap his arms around me whilst leaning down for a kiss. 

My hands come up as I push against his chest, looking at him like he’s grown three heads. “Are you fucking serious? I’m not going to have sex with you, you fucking moron. You know what, Steve? Go to fucking hell! And take your friends with you.” I push Steve away and storm out of the room, quickly heading to mine to grab my stuff and go. I couldn’t be here anymore. The thought of everything was too overwhelming.

The moment I have everything packed, I leave and don’t look back. There’s no point in saying goodbye to these people, as they probably were a part of it all. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[slippinninque]

🚦Spinning The Block🚙

Jatemme Manning x BlackFemReader

You and Jatemme enjoy a little ride

warnings: MINORS, DNI, 18+, cursing, flirting, guns/shootout, short n'sweet, self-indulgent fic beware

"Be careful with my shit, girl!"

"Aww, pretty car can't go vroom?"

You veered to avoid a cyclist who really wasn't looking anyway--see, look at you being nice. You pressed down on the gas and squealed beneath the sound of the revving engine.

"Listen--

"Ooo, you get spicy when you're nervous--ain't this a rental anyway, pretty boy?

"Ain't no 'nervous' shit--yo' ass is just crazy as hell."

"Still no word on the rental part, though...interesting."

Jatemme held onto the upper handle of the front seat, the pretty gold ring on his left hand twinkled from where he was bracing against the dashboard.

"Honestly, my driving isn't all that ba--

"You keep looking over here to talk--

"It's a sign of respect--whoop!"

Yelping after running a yellow-red light, you heard Jatemme's lips smacking over the blaring horns. You cackled, veering and switching lanes every time you saw brake lights.

"Okay, you caught me! Secret Passenger Princess here. I hate driving so I make everyone else nervous until they make me stop."

"I believe you, too. All my shit just everywhere fucking with you--I hope someone does catch your rabbit ass..."

You laughed, slowing a touch as you pondered your surroundings. It was delightful to hear Jatemme so near frazzled. It may have influenced you to hug the side of a box truck for cover just to see those impressive shoulders of his ruck up to his neck.

"Hey--you wanted me to drive, remember?" You reminded him, "I gave you the keys and you gave 'em on back. You're just mad you have butterfingers."

Jatemme growled something and turned your face back towards the road, "On. The. Road, I said."

"You aren't even doing your job," You took a sharp and sudden left and this time you hear a thud and curse from the backseat, "That car's been shooting at us for, like, a while now. You need to do better, you too Asthma!"

"How the fuck am I suppose to fix my shit witcho ass swerving so much?"

"Oh, so you want me to drive in a straight line then?"

With a knee steadying the wheel, you flicked up your hoodie and then your piece. A sweet lil' Glock .26 that you let dance out your window.

Someone got hit. The sedan swerved and careened into a dilapidated bus shelter, another gaining to take it's place only a few beats later like something out of a Jackie Chan bit

What was only a failed negotiation was looking more like a set up. The sedan behind you was the third one within the few miles of your escape, Jatemme couldn't recognize any of the drivers.

You caught Asthma's shocked expression in the rearview mirror and remembered your manners, "I'm so sorry--have you met Merengue?"

"Excuse me?!"

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By the time the moon clocked in, you were pulling up to one of Jatemme's spots. The car was fucked up but she rode true, you hoped that Jatemme fixed it back up.

"I'm gonna head on out." Asthma sighed, knocked fists with Jatemme, and began a tired trek to his parked truck.

The car settled into park with a nasty cough and the three of you clambered out, stretching and popping spent bullet casings from your clothing.

"Bye, Asthma! I hope you have a good sleep!" You waved after the man and got a lazy wave back, "He's nice. 'Bout to sleep hard as hell, I can tell."

Silence met you and you turned in time to be ensared. Jatemme kissed you hard, somehow just how you liked it.

His hands went around your waist and the bite of teeth had you making a noise, pushing closer.

Jatemme pulled away, peck by peck until he was far back enough to look at your lips, "'Bout time you stopped running that mouth. There's a loft up-top this place. I'm about to have a drink and lay the fuck down."

You tilted your head, And?

Jatemme's white teeth flashed across his full bottom lip, his head falling into a tilt.

"Come on up and lay down with me, rabbit."

Somehow that request felt more intimate than all the flirty shit you said out loud to keep your focus as you peeled through the city.

Believe it or not but there was an art to being a getaway driver. Figuring out where your tails could be lurking, being mindful of what territory you were in, the whole are those cops or is it just a Charger debate...

"Hm...only if I can be the big spoon." You purred up at his bemused face, "I promise to do only a lil' bit of dipping, sweetness."

Jatemme snorted and crooked his arm, all gentlemanly, for you to take. You did so as you kept running your mouth, absolutely stoked for your nap.

"I'll dip your little ass out the window--you want it like that?

"Mhf, kinky. Will you call me the Riddler while you do it? Just think of it as a little deposit for my Bean Bank..."

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✨ending notes✨: i had to write something a bit chaotic to make room in this brain of mine and unfortunately for jatemme, he had to pay the price! thank you for reading and tell me what you think! 💖💜✨💕

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[luxesiren]

⸻ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐄; aot boys x black reader

(❅) synopsis; the aot boys reacting to you asking if they wanna kiss under the mistletoe, headcanons

(❅) warnings; black fem!reader, uses she/her pronouns, fluff, minor swearing, pet names (darling, mamas, ma, baby, etc.), implied smut, mentions of smoking

(❅) author’s notes; merry christmas to everyone and a happy holidays for anyone who doesn’t celebrate christmas, i hope you’re having a good day and i just wanted to share this little piece with you to brighten your day!

𝘼𝙍𝙈𝙄𝙉 𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙀𝙍𝙏

my baby. soft baby and i love him so much

he would be the first to ask you if you wanna kiss under the mistletoe, he would be very nervous since it’s your first christmas together.

you guys would be in your matching pajamas and he would have a nervous smile painted on his face.

“hey baby!” you said with a smile.

you noticed he was hiding something behind his back, blush covering his cheeks, he pulled the mistletoe from behind his back and held it above you guys’ head.

“wanna kiss under the mistletoe?” he would ask with a small smile.

you nodded enthusiastically, never kissing underneath the mistletoe before and you’ve always wanted to.

“oh baby, of course i would!” you said. armin would place the mistletoe over his head and then pull you closer by your waist and kiss you softly.

your arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him closer with a loving sigh.

his eyes closed and throwing the mistletoe behind him and dipping you and kissing you deeper.

you pulled back with a laugh, “gosh, i love you baby!”

“i love you more. merry christmas!”

𝙅𝙀𝘼𝙉 𝙆𝙄𝙍𝙎𝘾𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙄𝙉

jean loves christmas traditions, he just won’t admit it.

you would deliberately pull him under the mistletoe and point up.

he would look at you confused before looking up and blushing profusely, he would be nervous but also a little bit confident.

“jean, baby, you good?” you would ask when he would look at you in silence.

“you wanna kiss? under the mistletoe? with me?” he would ask, pointing at himself.

you would roll your eyes playfully and smile, “of course! who else would i be kissing?”

jean would laugh and pick you up by your thick thighs causing you to yelp and wrap your arms and legs around him.

“mama, i just wanted to confirm so i can brag to eren that i kissed someone underneath the mistletoe and he didn’t.” he said with a smirk.

you rolled your eyes and pulled him into a kiss, you arms pulling him closer and his arms resting in the small of your back.

jean would kiss you for hours on end under the mistletoe just because he’s never done it and of course, he wanted to brag to eren.

“merry christmas, mama. i love you.”

“jean, sweetheart, i love you and merry christmas.”

𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙉 𝙅𝙀𝘼𝙂𝙀𝙍

eren would think the whole thing is corny.

“you really don’t wanna kiss me under the mistletoe?” you would ask with an arched brow.

“nah, ma. that shit is corny.” he brushed it off.

you crossed your arms with a roll of your eyes, you went to sit down and eren followed you.

“ma, im sorry.” he said. “we can do it, i didn’t mean to make you upset.”

you would ignore him and he would pull the mistletoe from behind his back and hold it over your head.

when he saw that it wasn’t working, he would put his santa hat on his head and lean closer to you, “cmon ma, i wanna kiss you.”

you glance over to him and sighed with a small smile, you would place your hands on the side of his face and pull him into a kiss.

he would keep the mistletoe above your head as he kissed you lovingly, pulling you into his lap with a smile.

you would pull back with a grin, “thank you, ren, baby. i love you.”

“i love you too, ma. whatchu think about keeping this mistletoe up and i kiss all over this pretty body, yeah?”

you rolled your eyes playfully as he laid you down and started to pull off you pants, “only you would make a cute tradition nasty.”

he laughed loudly, “merry christmas, baby.”

“merry christmas, ren.”

𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙀 𝙎𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙍

connie would think it’s the funniest thing ever but he would do it.

“con! you wanna kiss me under the mistletoe?”

he laughed loudly in response, “holy shit. people do that?” he would ask after he’s done laughing.

“yes, you goofy idiot.” you said, trying not to laugh at him laughing.

he would look up at the mistletoe and chuckle before pulling you close to him, puckering his lips as a joke and making you laugh.

“connnn, be serious.” you laughed.

he smiled softly at your laugh and he would kiss your cheek before actually kissing your lips.

your arms wrapped around his waist and kissing him deeply, all your love for this goofy man being poured into the kiss.

your first christmas with connie was the best you could’ve asked for, you wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

he would pull back and place a final kiss on your neck before pulling the mistletoe down and looking at it. “you sure we can’t smoke this?”

“connie, please!” you bursted into a fit of giggles, connie looking at you seriously.

“what?! i’m serious!” he said.

“cmon let’s go smoke this last blunt.”

connie followed you and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek, “merry christmas, mamas.”

“merry christmas, con, baby.”

𝙍𝙀𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙍𝘼𝙐𝙉

you would bring reiner to christmas with your family and they would love him

he wouldn’t resist asking you to kiss him under the mistletoe in front of everyone.

“darling, you wanna kiss under the mistletoe?” he would ask and you would blush at his chivalry.

all your aunties loved him and started shouting, “you betta kiss him before i do.”

he laughed and pulled you closer to him, you went with him and grabbed onto his shoulders.

you stood on your toes and kissed his lips while the mistletoe rested above you, all your family cheering and clapping like it was the best they’d ever seen.

his arms pulling you closer and kissing you with all his love. you patted his chest and pulled back with a smile, “my dad will kill you if you start tonguing me down.”

he looked over to see your dad looking at him with evil intent, he waved shyly and looked over at you, “good thing, i already told him that you’re it for me.”

“yeah? reiner, honey, i love you.”

“i love you too. merry christmas, darling.”

“merry christmas, honey.”

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[marchtomydrums]

Lesson Learned

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Ally Mayfair x Reader (mother/ daughter)

“Come on y/n just do it!” Maddison shouts at you getting impatient.

“Chill Mads if she doesn't want to do it she doesn't have to,” Queenie says.

Zoe nods as she looks at you “Don't do it y/n those things are bad for you anyways.”

Maddison rolls her eyes “You guys are such babies. It's fine. All of the older girls smoke. “

“So you do what everyone else does?” Queenie snips back.

“I'm sorry who is the cool one in this group?” Maddison asked.

“Not you!” Queenie says.

The three girls go into a frenzy of arguing back and forth as you held the rolled-up cigarette in between your fingers. It couldn't be that bad you thought to yourself.

You placed the cigarette in between your lips and you lit the end watching the first clouds of smoke roll out.

It really was like a smoke signal making all of the girls go quiet and look toward you.

Maddison smirked “Finally someone with some balls. Now inhale.” she says.

You did as she said breathing in deeply feeling the smoke fill up your lungs and blowing it out quickly.

You choke on the smoke getting caught in your chest causing you to cough loudly.

“Jesus this is awful,” you said coughing in between your words.

“You’ll get used to it,” Madison shrugs as she inhales smoothly and blows out rings of smoke toward Zoe.

“Y/n Y/M/n what on earth are you doing?!” you hear a voice shout behind you.

“Oh shit,” Queenie whispers.

You slowly turned around finding brown eyes glaring at you.

“Ally...I”

“Do you know how dangerous these things are? What they can do to your health?” she asked snatching the cigarette from you and putting it out.

“Give it to me Madison and the rest of whatever you have,” she says holding her hand out.

“You're not my mother. “ the blonde chuckles.

“She's not. But I am your supreme and I'm telling you to hand it over. Now.” Cordelia says walking up behind you.

Madison rolls her eyes as she hands over the pack she got this morning.

“You guys are ridiculous,” she complained.

“Thank you. Now all of you go to your rooms.” Cordelia shouts.

The girls quickly move past the two women heading inside. You tried to hide in the middle of them hoping to escape when you feel a hand on your shoulder pulling you back.

“Not you,” Ally says pulling you towards her.

You sighed as you watched the girls escape to their rooms. It was times like these that you wished you weren't the daughter of the supreme.

“Y/n what were you thinking?” Cordelia asked.

“I'm sorry. Madison said it wasn't a big deal. I was just trying it.”

“You know better than to listen to Madison,” Ally says.

“I know.”

“And you know how I feel about smoking,” Cordelia adds.

“But you let the older girls...”

“The older girls are just that older. They're all old enough to buy them and old enough to make their own choices. It's not a choice that I like but I can't stop them. As long as they follow the rules about keeping it outside and cleaned up that's all I can ask of them.”

“Y/n it's not a habit you want. It's nasty for your health. It makes you smell and it's extremely addicting. “ Ally adds.

“I'm sorry,” you mumbled looking down.

“Honey I know it's hard growing up and you're going to want to try things. But some things aren't worth trying. I promise you aren't missing out when it comes to these.” Cordelia says shaking the box of cigarettes.

“I know. It tastes gross and it made me cough really bad. I won't do it again.”

Your mothers smile “Good!” they both say in unison.

“But... We still have to tell Momma and I don't think she's going to let you off so easily,” Cordelia says.

Your eyes grow wide as you shake your head. “No Mom, please. Please don't tell Momma. She will kill me and Madison.”

“You know we don't keep secrets from one another.”

“I know but...please,” you begged as tears pricked your eyes.

“ I’m sorry sweetheart but you know how this works. The three of us don't hide things from one another and we all make decisions together. We will talk to her and go from there.” Cordelia says as she kisses your forehead.

Cordelia walks back into the house leaving you and Ally outside.

“Well get a good look at me Al. I’ll be dead soon.” you cried.

Ally chuckles as she shakes her head pulling you into her arms for a hug.

“Oh sweets you're not going to die. She loves you too much to kill you. Now Madison on the other hand....”

“Ally!”

She laughs “ I'm kidding. We will talk to her sweets okay? But please promise me you won't smoke again. I love you too much to lose you. “

“I promise Al. “

“Good. I love you, sweets,” she says with a smile.

“I love you too.”

“Y/n Y/M/n!!!” you hear your redhead mother scream from inside.

“Ahh man,” you whined.

Ally chuckles as she lops her arm in yours.

“Come on sweets.”

“I'm never listening to Madison again.” you groaned as Ally all but dragged you into the house.

[cleverthylacine]

Okay. Wow. (also feel free to circulate this post to people even if they don't like me)

I didn't want to make a post like this but things have gone too far. I am still not mentioning names. If you know you know, if you don't know, ignore this post and be happy that you don't know.

Yesterday I went on a blitz of blocking people I was told had been sharing my private DMs and talking shit about me behind my back with an artist who is freaked out that I told them I wouldn't take down a reblog, and then explained that they are popular with RavWave shippers, and that I didn't know who they were until other shippers sent me their stuff, because their art does look shippy to us.

It seems that a lot of the people who are really mad about this (and you're welcome to share this one post of mine with those people, though I do not appreciate that their friends have been stalking my blog in general) think that I was trying to ARGUE with that person.

Much as their motivation in drawing the art was not to depict my OTP, my motivation in telling them that they accidentally did was not to argue with them about how they should view the relationship. It was information about why people get what is apparently the wrong idea about their art.

If I were writing or drawing something that was being misinterpreted all over creation, I would want to know why.

Then I would be armed with the knowledge to decide whether or not I wanted to do things differently in the future.

"I don't care what those people think" is a valid decision. So is "hmm, maybe she has a point." Whichever decision I made, I'd want to make it as an informed decision.

I feel a little sorry about this giant misunderstanding, but I'm absolutely disinclined to apologise because:

Their first message to me was insulting. Many people believe that it was a "polite request". But polite words can be used in a thoroughly rude and nasty way. There is no nice way to tell someone that you think they're so nasty you don't want your public posts appearing on their blog.

Saying no to requests is a thing that people are allowed to do.

Their second message to me, which evaded my block because it was sent to another account, was blatantly offensive and went into the quality of my family and relationships. I didn't respond to that because I'd have gone off.

They have their friends stalking my blog and have admitted to doing so, and have responded to venting on my part by vagueblogging in my own blogs by telling everyone that they're the person I am annoyed with and here are the receipts. Seriously, wtf?

I only know this because I'm trying to block all the assholes who are reposting my personal conversations with them, a thing i only know because a friend of mine told me so after receiving a demand they unfriend me.

This person and their friends are sending anon asks to my friends, or in one case, publicly demanding in an RP community, that people who want to interact with them unfollow me, because they will not interact with anyone who interacts with me. Go the fuck back to high school, Regina.

Don't put icing and sprinkles on a pile of shit and tell yourself you gave someone a chocolate cake. This person has never been "nice" to me.

Under the cut: why IDW Ravage would never allow herself to be handled like a pet cat, and why RavWave shippers feel the same way about the Earthspark deleted scenes, even though we know that's probably not what the showrunners meant us to think.

I have come to the conclusion that's it's just another case of antis thinking that if you can see two people in a non-platonic relationship that they think of as family, you're just nasty. Especially if the feline shaped character is being handled like a pet cat.

But the person who said "I look disrespectfully on anyone who ships this, that's just a goof and his cat" has missed the entire point of these characters' relationship. Soundwave would never treat or handle Ravage like she was a pet cat.

Anyone else who says RavWave shippers are nasty because "it's NoRMaL to handle your cat that way" is fundamentally not getting who Ravage is and how she feels about being touched.

Ravage is a sapient adult mech with a full range of sapient adult feelings, and touching her like she's an animal is a microaggression or a macroaggression, depending upon where and how you touch her. The oppression of beastformers is a big fucking thing in IDW 2005. Other beastformers also complain about constantly having to deal with unwanted and disrespectful touching. (Fortress Maximus is a known offender.)

IDW Ravage is sleeping in Megatron's bed throughout MTMTE (when she's under it, she's guarding him). She only allows him to touch her neck in front of others...because behaving like a pet cat increases the chances that people will treat her like one.

(She almost cut Nautica several times. That's another character I ship her with, because what would be funnier than her realising that this actually is a whole ass person and if she can't stop touching her, she might actually be attracted to her?)

(Note: Canonically, Ravage in IDW uses he/him, and I do know that. However, about half the fandom writes Ravage as female. I'm in that half.)

BTW, I feel exactly the same way about the Earthspark deleted scenes. Every RavWave shipper on the planet does. We've talked about it. We realise that the artists and showrunners probably intended it to be innocent on the grounds that she is a cat. But we are also people who like to write her as an adult Decepticon officer with agency and self-respect who wouldn't behave like that in front of other people unless they knew he has privileges they don't.

I am aware that half the fandom draws Ravage art that's basically cat memes. (I hate that so much. But as a proshipper, I recognise people have the right to depict characters any way they want. That doesn't mean I haven't had to vent to people like @bitegore and @miner16 to keep myself from saying something.)

Also, I strongly suggest that people who get this worked up about misinterpretations of their art or writing do not become professional creators. As a member of fandom since the 1970s, I'm kind of super extremely aware that most of what fandom does is counter to what the creator intended, and frequently that's the point.

I'm also kind of super extremely aware that if you don't have loads of people reinterpreting and remixing your work and your characters, that actually means nobody cares about your work enough to have blorbo feels about your characters.

(The side poll, which came from another blog and mentioned no names, was an irritated attempt to find out whether people really do think it's normal to cuddle your mom that way, because the second message insinuated that my mother and I must have a terrible relationship because we don't touch each other like that. I kinda wanted to know what people who were not predisposed to take my side and did not know what was going on would think of that idea, because I really do not think most people touch their mothers like that; their mothers aren't nonsapient animals and would thus consider it weird and inappropriate.)

[bokunosoul]

i’m gonna need you to elaborate on ceo lau 🙏🧎‍♀️

CEO Lau x Reader

You bit your lip as you look at the most biggest high rise building on town. Kong Rong Corporations, one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies in all of the world.

Having too many companies extend their hand onto you offering opportunities for your impressive skills it seemed like a fantasy. But you are an indescisive person and ended up making a roulette to make the choice on which company to apply.

That's when you made the dumbest decision of your whole existence.

I did not knew what i was getting into.

Just playing a long with it you were offered an secretarial position that was weirdly a high salary despite you were new.

It paid a whopping $130,000 a year. You can't say no to that money after you paid off your debts.

You have read and watch in the news that the CEO, whos name you forgot is an really impressive person whom donates to charity and reportedly is a playboy and the heir of the company Kong Rong.

Well the nasty thibg about him he was rumored to be a hard person that's why many people quit on his company.

I don't really now since the media is full of trolls right now.

Setting that aside, the company's boss seemed to have weird taste. Noticing as i first went inside the building every employee was dressed in a casual suit and pants.

Meanwhile i look like an first lady watching my husband spout nonsensical lies and stand there being pretty.

But you did not mind the cute gray suit top and the pencil skirt you are wearing. But you must admit these loubotins are like daggers going through my feet.

Entering the department you will be managing you get all those kind of weird concerned looks.

The same goes as for everyone else you met.

"Why does everyone stare at me like i'm going to get killed or something?" you smiled akwardly and asked the girl showing you around.

"W-well that's beca-."

The girl suddenly stopped by a smack coming across her face causing her to fall down on her butt.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" i shouted as i help the girl stand up.

You glared at the woman. Yet you were so taken aback causing your jaw to drop.

An beautiful asian girl wearing red satin cheongsam and her hair perfectly in fingered waves and angelic face glared at you back.

Your eyes widened as you also recognized who she was. The famous supermodel and designer Ran Mao!

"You must be miss y/n l/n, you are late follow me."

Ran Mao said, she was different in the magazines and the news. I thought she was kind and shy but this was shocking and disappointing at the same time.

"U-uh miss-."

"Get this report done before 8pm tonight, it's about the report on our monthly sales and stocks, chop chop."

She said and pointed over at my workspace filled with paperwork.

"And, also if the clock strucked at exactly 7:30, do give coffee to the top floor for Lau."

"Uh sure, on thing is this office mine?"

"Yes it is."

She replied annoyed before shutting my office door.

Looks like im going to work the shit out to get my 130 grand.

_____

Typing the third to last page of your report you are already exausted. Lights are starting to go off in each departments as each employees clock out.

Standing up to your feet all sleepy and getting your 8th glass of coffee on the day you sighed.

You looked at your watch and suddenly remembered what the supermodel has said to you. Give a "Lau" guy some coffee when the it turned 7:30.

"FUCK."

You hurriedly stirred the coffee and went to the elevator headed top floor.

You were out of breathe when you reached the top floor.

There it leaded only to one big hallway and one big wooden door.

Knocking three times you said.

"Coffee for Lew?Lu?Lo???? Aha LAU!"

You can't prounounce the name well but managed.

"You may come in."

A man's voice behind the door.

"I-i'm sorry sir i'm late a bit, hehe this is your coffee."

You put the coffee on his table and sighed in relief as you've seen he's not mad.

The swivel chair turned around and there appeared a handsome tall man smirking.

You blushed, expecting an old fat man to welcome you.

"Is this the coffee?"

He said while stirring it.

"Yes sir."

"Why don't you come closer dear."

His deep husky voice gave you the chills and have no choice but to come closer.

In a flash the warm coffee was already in your white polo shirt drenching you.

"WHAT THE F-."

You stared at the man in disbelief as you can't believe what just happened.

"You are approximately 4 minutes late miss y/n."

he said coldly before laying the coffee cup again on his table.

"I'm very sorry sir, i was-."

Your eyes fell to the ground and come across at a shiny thing. A golden name plate which engraved the world "Lau, CEO of Kong Rong."

"Do you realized your mistake now darling?"

Still shocked from what just happened he just smiled and said.

"I'm going to make your life hell."

______

[snifflesthemouse]

Final Post before I go... to remind some of you exactly who this author is...

I am a recovering addict who has almost a decade clean and serene. I know, without a doubt, I am a HORRIBLE wretched human being. I lived with a narcissistic murder/psychopath before prison, and then I lived with all kinds of them IN PRISON. I walked past meaner, more dangerous people to go poop or shower than anyone behind a screen here. I have lived life. I'm nowhere near a narcissist. You have no idea who I actually am, you only see what I construct for you to see to protect my own identity.

Saying I am a narc because people are having trouble following my very long, drawn out posts is stupid. Clarification isn't indicative of being a narc. So literally every single YT channel or anyone wanting to find a different medium for further clarification is a narc then? I think not. I think most of you pick up words and repeat them without thinking of the true connotation of the word's meaning

Really, right now, I am just thinking out loud to myself about why I am attracting dumb people here all of a sudden.

Calling me names, calling any person like me names, only makes me laugh. It's cute to me. When people call me names or say things like they have some authority... it only shows me their water levels... and boy the drought is upon us!

When you've spent the first two decades of your life conning people and putting thousands of dollars up your nose or in a vein, you get to know people. Truly see the worst society has to offer. My cellie in prison stabbed her best friend 72 times. 72. We ate lunch every day together. She was a narc.

OH, FYI... A water level is someone's mental capacity in the con world. I embrace critically thinking people who can form a thought and express it without being like me deep down inside. If you are NOT like me, you are a good person. I am not a good person. DUH.

Deep down inside, I want to show my true colors. I want to be nasty. I want to skulldrag people sometimes. I don't though, because the old ways bring back the old me. I've worked too hard in the real world and I know my real world worth.

I don't owe anything to anyone. I try to be nice and not read the comments, or even my messages. But eff all that.

If you think for one second I am not aware of how terrible a person I was, you are stupid. I know better than you all could ever...

If you feel the need to say something rude, think twice. Please. I won't be held responsible for what comes off my keyboard next if you bring it to me first.

Let's just say I've said it all about myself at least 10x as bad before and 10x worse. I've said it MANY TIMES BEFORE but it seems people are too lazy to get a clue before commenting anymore.

I DON'T WANT YOU CRAPPY READERS AS BAD AS YOU CRAPPY READERS DON'T WANT THIS CRAPPY WRITER. So GTFOH.

That is all, folks.

Well, not really... Truth is I write things, I post them and walk off and live. I took my drug addiction and turned it into an empire where I am retired. I don't make money here. I've never once received shit, even though people quote my work all the fucking time. Funny. What's even funnier is how you can post real shit with real proof and people still be like "WhAt DoEs It MeAn?!?" They believe dumb shit about fucking reptiles but not common sense logic or real proof. I don't want fucking morons around me or on my page. If that statement bothers you... go ahead and block me. I don't block people because I don't ever read anything from hardly anyone else. I read a few blogs I Know and trust. But that's it.

I used to care that this blog was growing. That it had thousands of followers. That I still to this day haven't been able to follow everyone back because of the limits daily. I used to think being nice and just ignoring the rude people was the thing to do, because hey at least they read and you made them think... that's all an author wants. Readers to think... harder, differently, whatever. JUST FUCKING THINK.

SO yeah... do with that what you will. Because this author will continue to do whatever the fuck this mouse wants. This mouse isn't like some Yter or some blogger begging for cuppas and tips. I got cash, and I got ass. I don't get shit for shit. It is my hobby. I'd get it if one of yall paid a motherfucking bill sometime. I might listen. But I do bad all by myself.

DONE

[annaphoenix1994]

Ch.5 - Cirice

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Graves takes the reins in Hassan's interrogation; The group is faced with a tough decision; Ghost grows jealous of Soap and Kiera's friendly banter; Ghost struggles with his own thoughts.

"I can see through the scars inside you; I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart."

Coyotes whaled in the hills of the Mexican desert, making the average person uneasy, but with Alejandro's team of soldiers, nobody budged. Alejandro forced Hassan onto his knees, removing the burlap sack from his head as he wasn't allowed to get a glimpse of the last ounce of freedom he thought he had. Soap and Alejandro surrounded him as well as Graves, leaving Kiera and Ghost to stand close to the Jeep and standing in the shadows. 

Ghost glanced over at Kiera, taking the opportunity to get a really good look at her, to see how the headlights from the Jeep highlighted her features, even the jagged opening on her lip from the wreck. Her hair was a mess from earlier when they had all gotten soaked in the river, only she showed it due to her long hair. Her eyes were a sharp hazel color by what he could tell. Her breathing was steady, but he knew that with the gleam in her eye, he would've hated to be in Hassan's shoes. 

He too fought the drowsiness that he and Kiera shared, sure that everyone else on the team was feeling it too. Ghost knew for sure that his plans were to get rest as soon as he got back to base, a shower following suit when he had the desire to get up. He didn't care at this point, he just wanted to sleep. 

And it was obvious when Kiera glanced over at him as he was going through Hassan's cell phone, seeing his blood-shot eyes and slumped shoulders. She knew he was exhausted, even being able to tell from behind his mask. His eyes told it all. 

"On your knees." Soap commanded Hassan.

"Y'all got a clear picture?" Graves said, looking into the camera of the government-issued laptop, connecting live to General Shepherd and Laswell. 

"Crystal." Shepherd replied. 

"Allset." Laswell added. 

"Alright, we are live, folks." Graves said, gripping the shoulder straps of his vest as he began to walk towards Hassan. 

"Do you speak Arabic?" He forced out, looking up at his captor.

"No." 

"Farsi?" 

"No." 

"Of course not," Hassan scoffed. "Then I'll speak your bastardized medieval English because you are all uneducated street dogs." 

"Ahh, see... we're getting off to a bad start here, Hassan." Graves sighed. 

"You're talking to a Quds Force officer." 

"You're the commander of a foreign terror organization." Graves corrected. 

"I could say the same to you."

"What's your target? "Major." Graves mocked. 

"What was your target when you sent missiles to my land?"

"Oh, wild guess, to nail your ass?" Graves shrugged.

Kiera smirked. 

"So insolent and foul-mouthed. You will learn to respect me when your nation sees fire." 

"You're in bed with the cartel, Hassan," Kiera spoke up, gaining his attention with a threatening glare. "If you disappeared, no one would know where to look for the damn stain." 

Oh, shit... 

The terrorist scoffed and looked her up and down, a glance that didn't go unnoticed as well as fly with a person, in particular, that was at the whim of her attention, "So I see it's all Americans that are so foul-mouthed and unintelligent. I'll find pleasure in stuffing that mouth to keep those nasty words from coming out." He warned with cruel intent.

Not a damn chance.

She smirked, "Yeah? Well, when you do that, I'll be sure to use my fucking teeth." 

Soap and Alejandro breathed a chuckle while Ghost stood calm, although his demeanor was completely different behind his mask. He was shooting an "if looks could kill" glare to the terrorist.

Hassan couldn't reply to her retort as he truly didn't have anything else to say about it as well as Soap cut her off so that she wouldn't continue to speak her mind. 

"Where'd you get American missiles from?" Soap questioned. 

"I don't care where they're from, I want to know where they're going!" Shepherd shouted through the screen. 

Graves sighed, listening to the coyotes that seemed to get closer. "Take a look around, Hassan. Now, you can either become a part of the food chain or you can start talking." 

"I doubt you'll have pleasure in torturing me, but I'm a hostage here. This is illegal--"

"You are a prisoner of war." Alejandro growled. 

"Iran is not at war with Mexico, I've broken no laws. These men and woman and their commanders are the lawbreakers." He scoffed, glancing at Kiera, who had begun walking closer to Alejandro to hand him Hassan's phone she had gotten from Ghost. 

"Yeah? Bin Laden said the same thing too and you saw what happened to that motherfucker, huh?" Kiera said. 

"Do not speak his name!" Hassan warned. 

"Bin-fucking-Laden," She replied, bending over to get eye contact with Hassan as she said it. She didn't give a fuck what Hassan said or threatened. No man intimidated her and she took no bullshit. To make matters worse for her own pleasure, she continued, "By the time we were done with him, he looked like Clyde Barrow." 

Hassan glared at her, desperately wanting to spit in her face for her disrespect, but he stopped himself. "You and your beloved General Ghorbrani, too," Soap continued. "Broke every law-"

"You executed him and you will all pay for your crimes! Only God can help you now!" He shouted. 

"I want this bastard in permanent custody or looking up at the goddamn grass!" Shepherd ordered. 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, General," Kiera added as she was now standing next to the Jeep that held the laptop on its hood. 

"And why not, Officer?" Shepherd asked, irritation coating his voice. 

"Killing him is an act of war and you know it. And I don't know about you, but I don't want to go back to war with Iran, when they have possession of our missiles, after being killed on Mexican soil." She replied. 

"Officer Dutton is right, General," Laswell added. "Killing him is asking to start a war. Keeping him is illegal. He is too hot to hold." 

Shepherd ignored Kiera's warning, turning only to Laswell's response, "Tell me you're getting something actionable, Laswell." 

"Working on it. Stand by." 

Kiera stepped out of the way as Graves approached the laptop, irritation in his eyes. "Actual, let me finish this." Graves proposed. 

"There's nothing I would like more, but Laswell and Dutton are right. Without proof, we need to turn him loose. See where he takes us."

"He's right here. You can't be serious!" Soap sighed, begging.

"I'm afraid I am, son."

"Did we get anything from his phone?" Ghost asked.

"Affirmative. We got a hit." Laswell answered. 

"Good. Now, take him back and let him go." 

Soap sighed, watching Graves shut the laptop as Alejandro covered Hassan's head with the burlap sack, irritated that they did all of that work for what felt like nothing. "I'd kill for a whiskey and nic-stick right now." Kiera sighed, removing her helmet and scratching her head.Fucking hell... 

"Tempting." Soap agreed. 

"That's my plan when I get back to base, at least. Getting sleep for one, a nice shower,food, andnicotine." 

Soap smirked, "Emphasis on food and nicotine, huh?" 

She raised her brows, "Yeah, because if you all want me in a good mood, I need both."

*

Letting Hassan go on the side of the road to wander through the desert blindly, the task force returned to base, neither of them knowing or caring what time it was as they all reeked of sweat and river water. "I call first dibs on the shower." Soap commented. 

"I don't think so," Kiera joked. "I'm just assuming by your name that you take an unGodly amount of time to shower." 

"He might as well baptize himself." Ghost added. 

"Great, now I got two blokes poking at me all the time, yeah?" He scoffed, turning back in his seat. 

"Just wait until he finds out there's more than one shower," Ghost whispered, making Kiera giggle as it was clear they were teaming up to tease Soap. "He'll get worked up for nothing. It's hilarious." 

Kiera shook her head as the Jeep stopped at the security checkpoint of the base, having a clear visual before proceeding further. Kiera hadn't even had time to unpack her suitcase given the short stick of time she was dealt after landing in Mexico. She was desperate to taste any sort of food, drink clear water, and dwell on the smoke of nicotine. Her head spiraled with pain as her adrenaline wore off. She grunted as she moved to shift her weight before exiting the Jeep as Alejandro opened the back door for her. "Do you need a medic, senora?" 

"It'll probably be wise. I haven't seen my leg yet, but I'm sure it's not pretty." 

"I'll call Dr. Rodriguez in and have him look at it," Alejandro assured her before looking at the rest of the group. "Does anyone else need medical attention?" 

The men shook their heads. 

Kiera then limped towards the barracks to collect the small pile of her belongings that had sat vacant for the last day or so. Hell, she didn't even know what day it was let alone how long she had been there. All she cared about was moving forward. 

Soap and Ghost watched her, wondering when one of them would assist her or if she even needed help at all. 

Ghost watched Soap make the first move, offering his arm to help her carry the heavy duffel bag. "I can get this for you. You're hurting."

"Oh, thank you, Sergeant." She nodded, forcing a smile as she grabbed the bag that held her laptop and other devices to submit her reports to Chief Laswell - something that was required at the end of every mission. 

Ghost then found himself walking towards her, offering his assistance as he felt a ping of slight jealousy after seeing a warm smile being exchanged between Kiera and Soap. He hadn't been attracted to another female soldier before, and although all of the females he had worked with were beautiful, Kiera had a certain glow and draw about her that he liked that drew him in further with every accented word that came from her pretty mouth. She was almosttoopretty. 

"Where's your station at?" Soap asked as the trio entered the barracks. 

"Hell, I don't know! This is all new to me!" She and Soap shared a laugh. He thought her accent was funny as well as cute - almost like a southern draw, but her accent sounded Texan - strong and to the point. And it was always funny to hear a woman cuss. "I guess just anywhere with a bed and an easy route to find food. That's all I give a shit about." 

"Okay," Soap chuckled, failing to see the jealous glare Ghost was shooting him as he walked behind the two. He turned his head over his shoulder, looking at his comrade. "What're you doing, L.t.? I got it." 

"I know. I'm just going to my room." He forced an answer, moving by Kiera in the narrow hallway to go to his own room. She knew he tagged along because he was jealous.Hell, men are so easy to read. 

"Thanks, Sergeant," Kiera said to Soap as he opened the door for her and set her duffel bag aside against the wall. "I'm going to get cleaned up and go find some food." 

Soap nodded, "The kitchen is just down the hall and to the right. It looks like a lounge. It's where we all hang out and eat together is what Colonel told me."

"Thank you," She nodded a playful smirk on her lips. "I call first dibs on a shower." She said, taunting him, pleased at how she watched him be vulnerable to her words. 

"O-Okay. That's okay." 

"...Because there's more than one shower," She giggled. "I call dibs on my own." 

"Oh..."

*

The private shower for female guests was right next to the lounge, leaving the men on the other side to wonder what she looked like under the fall of hot water, each of them starving for female attention. Kiera knew this, too, but she didn't care. Only one man had her attention. 

If only she knew the same thought applied to him...

Open the Gateby Zach Bryan could be heard from the shower as she brought along an iPod with dozens of playlists of her favorite songs. From outlaw country to Rammstein, she had a variety of different tones to compliment her different moods. 

Ghost heard the music from his room as well as he sat on the edge of his bed, the balaclava that had his favorite skull mask sewn to it tussled between his fingers as he looked at it. His tactical gear still dressed his torso as he was deep in his thoughts.Get your fucking head right, Simon. 

He was desperate for a shower of his own but refrained from going now to avoid coming into contact with her again. He wanted to save it for when he needed to talk to her as he feared the urge he fought to control himself would seep further and further into the shadows. He knew his thoughts were nothing of cruel intent, nor would they ever be, but it had been a long while, a very long while, that he would have to force himself to hide an erection as the thoughts of any type of sexual frustration entered his mind. 

He never could make himself take care of the issue by his own hand, so he turned to be more violent while fighting enemies as the adrenaline forced him to be tired afterward, not the subsiding wave of an orgasm that he so desperately wanted. There were many times that he had an opportunity to screw a woman with mutual satisfaction, but he never pursued it. He thought about it but never did. Maybe there's a reason for that, yeah?

Hearing no music, he decided to make the move in heading for his own shower. Sliding the balaclava back over his head, he removed the tactical vest and gear from his waist, leaving him in only a shirt and pants still tucked into his boots. 

He exited his room before walking towards the shower, taking a left turn at the corner only for her to be running straight into his rock-hard chest. Her wet hair smelled of oats and honey - sweet. She was dressed in an olive shirt and her favorite ZF Silkies shorts, showing off her toned legs. Even though they were pale from the lack of sun, they were still hot to look at.Fucking hell.

He kept his eyes anywhere but her, the urge becoming stronger and stronger as she looked up at him with sorry eyes. He wanted nothing more than to feel those legs around his waist.Fuck, Simon! Get it together! Go to the fucking shower! Get those thoughts from your mind!

"Sorry, love," He graveled out. "How's your leg?" 

"Not as bad as I thought," She chuckled, looking down at it to see the view of the open laceration from the rock. It was beginning to bruise, but it wasn't broken. Thankfully. "See? It cut clean through me." She said innocently, unaware of the thoughts behind Simon's eyes. He looked at the wound before a glimpse of permanent ink on her thigh caught his attention. It was an entire floral thigh piece.Goddammit. I'm not going to last long if I get a chance with her.Those thighs wrapped around his waist all tattooed and pretty?Fuck. 

He ignored the sexual tension as he took the moment to look at her arm, it being a full sleeve of floral and independent lacings. It was a beautiful piece, actually. He thrived to have a good look at it, but from what he could see at that moment did just fine for him. 

The two shared a glance for a second, that short stretch of time feeling like a fucking hour before he continued to the washroom. 

Both Kiera and Ghost walked away from each other in a flustered mess. 

[softlyapocalytpic]

WIP Wednesday

This is a random bit that I wrote for a chapter that ended up being cut, although I'll probably rework it in somewhere.

Y'all can have it in the mean time! Tagged by @persephotea

Tagging: @sirmanmister and anyone else who wants to be tagged <3

Amy ran her tongue along the top of her teeth sweeping away the taste of iron. Yeah, it was pretty bad this time. In her mind, she could see the crystal clear image of her dad’s disappointed expression, the look that in her younger years would’ve had her apologizing in seconds. Unlucky for him, she had stopped giving a shit what everyone thought of her. Why should she anyway? It’s not like anyone gave a crap about her. So what if she and Butch punched each other’s shit in? What was the big deal? It was the delinquent and the misfit. Surely no one should care as long as they were the only ones who were getting hurt.

(That’s how they acted most of the time anyway.)

Butch was in the cell next to her, separated by bars. Keeping the two of them separated until their parents could come and give them a good talking to. Personally, Amy thought it was overkill, but whatever. Chief Hannon would sit and wait while her dad chewed her out, and once he was satisfied he'd sack her with community service. She wondered if she could convince him how badly she didn’t want to work in the diner and get put on dish duty. She could steal milkshakes that way. Ration free!

“The fuck you lookin’ so smug for? HUH nosebleed? Know something I don’t?”

Amy snorted and ignored him. Folded her arms behind her head and just pretended like he wasn’t even there. She really tried to ignore the spitball that came next, but it hurt. What was with the lungs on this guy?

She dug into her pocket and pulled the first thing she touched, lobbing it at his head. It met its mark and she relished in the way he yelped. She was still the baseball team’s best pitcher afterall, and their best hitter, even if they’d kicked her off. 

Butch hissed and rubbed the red spot on his forehead, “Man, sometimes I wonder if you’re actually a girl. You sure as hell don’t throw like one.”

It wasn’t the first time she’d heard it, and she expected that it wouldn’t be the last. Eventually, when the insults stop getting creative and targeted they just stopped mattering. Right? She shrugged it off either way.

She stayed sitting up and said, “I dunno, I’ve seen Susie have a pretty good aim when she feels like it. She threw a hair dryer at me once from across the changing room. It only missed because I’d bent down to tie my shoe.”

“Who the hell throws a hairdryer?!”

“Susie Mack on a bad day, that’s who.”

He made a knowing face that told him he knew a thing or two about it, and asked, “Is that why you filled her locker with stink bombs?”

Amy shook her head and started kicking the back of the bench with her heel, “Nope, that was after she spread some nasty rumor about Amata. And no, before you ask, I’m not repeating it.”

“You’re no fun, Lockhart.”

“That’s me.” Amy the party pooper. Amy the wet towel. Amy the buzzkill. She kicked the back of the bench harder, “Hasn’t known a day of fun in her life. Will one day grow up to be a spinster lest she is cursed with marrying one of the freshmen brats.”

“Well shit I wouldn’t say that. Sure you can’t cook, but I’m sure a wild thing like you would be great in the sack-”

She pulled something else out of her pocket, an eraser this time, and flung it at his head. She missed. “I’m going to fucking kill you when we get out of here.”

[sailor-toni]

Danny Fenton Football Captain and the East Coast Vampire

Chapter 5: Grasping at roses

You can also read this on A03, FF.net, and Wattpad

“Kwan? Is that you? AH!” Star dropped her soda on the wooden floor. On her couch was Kwan but next to him was a glowing boy floating over her couch. 

“Don’t freak out! It’s Danny,” Kwan said. 

“Sup,” Danny waved at Star. Star eyes switched between the two. 

“Can you guys like, explain please?” Star shouted.

Danny groaned. “Remember last year when I was out of school for a few weeks?” Star nodded. “Well. I was out because I went into my parent’s ghost portal and I kind of fixed it. With me inside of it. There was bright light, my skin felt like it came off and I woke up like this. I think I made myself half ghost, half human. I can fly, go through walls, and I'm more unique than anyone else in Amity Park. “ Star groaned at the joke. 

“So wait, have you been causing all the trouble around town for the past year?” Star picked her soda can up and sat down on one of the white upholster chairs. 

“No. Well. I didn’t mean to. When I turned the portal on, a bunch of ghosts came flying out of it. It was like a flood, and I didn’t want to get in trouble with my parents, so I have been trying to catch all the ghosts and put them back in the ghost zone,” Danny said. White rings appeared around his torso and returned him to his grass stain football uniform. Kwan reached over and pulled a tree branch from Danny’s hair. “Thanks bro,”

“No problem!” Kwan said. He got up to throw the branch away when he saw Star looking at him with that look. “I was getting us food from Nasty Burger when the terminator came by and tried to shoot up the place. Danny was hiding behind a dumpster and I, being such a great guy, saved his ass.” Star gave Kwan another look . “And then we didn’t know where to go and I know you are one of the smartest, most beautiful, most amazing persons I know. So, I had Danny bring us here.”

“He wasn’t a terminator. He was a ghost, ghost hunter from the Ghost Zone that was trying to kill me,” Danny pointed out. 

    Star pinched the bridge of her nose. “Danny, why didn’t you tell anyone?” 

“Well I didn’t know how everyone would react. My parents want to tear apart any ghost that crosses their path, and every time I save someone, they go on Facebook and complain about me. There are three anti-Ghost Boy Facebook groups already,” Danny said. “Look Can you promise me that you and Kwan can keep this a secret? I don’t know what would happen to me if everyone found out. I would lose everything.”

It was Star who was sighing, “Danny you are lucky that we have been friends since third grade, when you spilled milk all over my bratz t-shirt and then cried when I punched you. Of course I will keep your secret… but only on the condition that you let me help you catch ghosts.”

“It was an accident and you gave me a black eye for no reason! And why? Ghost catching is dangerous, didn’t you just hear Kwan say that a terminator shot up Nasty Burger trying to catch me?”

“Wait, I thought he was a ghost, ghost hunter?” Kwan said. 

“He is, but his skin is made of metal,” 

“Danny I want to help because hunting ghosts sounds amazing, and you are one of my oldest friends. I want to make sure you are okay. Especially since your foot is bleeding all over my parent’s floor,” Star said. 

“Fuck,” Danny lifted his foot and his white knee high football socks were stained red.

 Star ran to her kitchen, her family’s apartment was a minimalist hell. Everything was shit upon white with accents of gold here or there. In one of the few closed cabinets in the place, was a wooden first aid kit. She grabbed it and ran back to the living room. Under Danny’s socks, the net had cut into his skin leaving crosshatch cuts down his leg and around his foot. Kwan ran out of the room, he ran back in with a few towels. Star washed the blood off his foot, then wrapped his foot up in gaze. 

“Dam! Does that hurt?” Kwan asked. 

“A little, it mostly stings,” Danny said. 

    After the excitement and blood clean up the three sat around the living room talking about Danny’s adventures. 

“So you have defeated an evil lunch lady, escaped Ghost prison, and fought a dragon?” Kwan said. 

“Yeah, and out of them the hunter was the scariest thing I have seen,” Danny said. 

“Why is he hunting you anyways?” Star said. 

“I don’t know. All he said was, auh! I am Skulker, the best hunter in the Ghost Zone! Now watch me kill you ghost boy!”

“Wait, his name is Skulker? Like lurker and skull mashed together?” 

“Yeah.”

“How lame. He sounds like an edgy fourteen year old on x-box.” They all laughed at Star’s joke. 

“Wouldn’t it be great if he was one of those gamer bros, and we could scare him away by threatening him with a shower?” Danny joked. 

“Hey Skulker, you think you’re so great? Well, you have never faced a foe like this, a shower!” Kwan grabbed a nearby pillow and pretended it was a hose, spraying down the invisible enemy.

“I wish. God I don’t even know how to defeat that guy,” Danny grumbled. 

“What do you usually do? Like how do you catch the ghost? Do you open a portal and send them back or do you chant a spell, or do you do a magical girl attack and hit them with ghost magic?” Star said. 

“I beat them up till I can suck them into my parents Fenton thermos,” Danny said. 

“You put them in a thermos?”

“My parents have made a bunch of ghost weapons to catch ghosts or give them serious harm. One of them is this soup thermos that can suck up any ghost and stuff them inside. Then I can shoot them back into my parent’s portal,”  

“Why don’t you do that with the terminator?” Kwan said. 

“His name is Skulker,” Star corrected him.

“Whatever.” 

“I tried, but he took me by surprise and hes super tough. I don’t know fi I can beat him one on one,” 

“Yeah, he did have chainsaw arms.”

“And that was after a tree fell on him.”

“A tree fell on him?”

“Yeah, I blasted him through a tree, and then it fell on him. And he got right back up.”

“If you can’t fight him one-v-one, then don’t?” Star said.

“What? What are you trying to say Star?” Kwan asked. 

“You said you can’t just beat him up, so why don’t we turn the hunter into the hunted? We could use Danny’s parents' weapons and stuff to set up a bunch of traps, and we use Danny as bait, and trap him! And when he’s trapped we can use the thermos to lock him in!”

“Star, you are a genius!” Danny shouted. 

“Yeah, if you bring a bunch of your parents stuff to school tomorrow, Kwan and I can take it and set up a bunch of traps!” 

“But where are we going to set the traps?” Kwan raised his hand. 

“Hmm..” Star rubbed her chin. “I don’t know.” 

“We can’t do it where people can get hurt, or where my identity can be found out,” Danny said. 

“What about the old playground at Elm Street park? My mom said they have locked it off and aren't letting anybody near it,” Kwan said. 

“Why?” Danny and Star said at once. 

“They are tearing it down to put up one of those plastic playgrounds,” Kwan said. Danny and Star groaned. 

“Why are they getting rid of it?” Star asked. 

“Cuz’ it’s old,” 

“Wait, that’s perfect. If it’s closed then nobody would be there!” Danny said. 

“Yeah let’s do this!” Kwan yelled. 

. . . 

    The next morning, Danny got up early and empty his football duffel bag. The sports equipment scattered all over the floor with a bang. He then rushed out and headed towards the basement. The basement was always cold with the workbenches covered in nuts and bolts and blueprints. His father stood over a large ball with a pencil in his mouth. 

“Slowly, slowly, slowly.” His Father said. 

    His Mom held up the sphere, sweat pouring down her face. Her blue hazmat suit was custom fitted to her body avoiding the baggy-ness that came with the others. Green and black stains covered her arms, while a wrench was clenched in her mouth. Her muffled voice came out greeting Danny. 

“Uh Hey Mom. What are you guys doing?” Danny replied, quickly grabbing random weapons off the wall and shoving it into his bag. 

“We are building the fenton ghost killer 9000. This is a super bomb that will kill any nearby ghost but not any humans. Annnddddd there! Okay you can let go Maddie,” Jack said, backing away from the sphere. His mother backed away, her butt was resting on a small platform on wheels, allowing her to roll away. 

“Jack, do you think the ectoplasm levels are too high on this? It could affect nearby humans?” Maddie said.

“A small dose of radiation dosen’t kill anyone,” his Father brushed off. 

“True, but the levels here are massive. It would be more than a small dose.”

“We can examine it more in the simulations. But they should be fine.” 

Danny grabbed a few more traps and closed his bag. “Well it sounds like you guys are super busy, so I’ll just leave you guys alone.”

“Oh have a good day at school sweetie!”

“Have a good day son!” 

“Yeah, don't forget I have a football game in two weeks!” Danny yelled.

“We won’t forget son! We’ll be there!”

. . . . 

             The school day moved like molasses running down a wall. The entire time he could feel someone staring at him. It had to be Skulker but his ghost sense wasn't going off. He always knew when a ghost was around as he could see his breath and chills would run up his spine. But around Skulker it wasn’t going off. He was a ghost. He said so himself, but it created a twisted feeling in Danny’s gut. At lunch he passed the bag over to Kwan and Star. He didn’t know what half of it did, but Star assured him she would figure it out. With that underway, all Danny had to do was make sure the feeling didn’t go away. 

            When the school day ended Danny went and visited all the clubs. Asked his teachers for any late work that was due, and he even helped the lunch ladies throw away the mystery meat. But that only took an hour and he needed to burn more time. Football practice had been canceled due to the coach getting surgery for a hernia, leaving Danny the only player left in the school. I could get a workout done. He thought. 

            He made his way through the back of the school and down the beaten path to the football team’s locker rooms. They were in a building off to the side. It was larger than a shed but for a team of 18 players. Four showers were not enough. The inside looked like every locker room from the eighties. Down to the steam from the shower. Danny paused, who else was there. Creeping through the locker room he heard crying. 

“Hello?” Danny called out. There was a squeak of surprise, and then the sound of someone trying to forcibly stop themselves from crying. Danny pulled back the shower curtain, and Dash pulled it back. “Dash? Dash, what's the matter?”

“I don’t want to talk about it!”

“No, Dash come on. You can talk to me about it.”

“No! You’re just gonna make fun of me.”

“No, Dash come out of the shower. I promise I won't laugh at you.”

“Fine. Just let me get dressed first.”

“Okay,” Danny left his friend and sat near the front of the locker room, the steam from the shower slowly dispersing as the shower came to a close and Dash joined him on the bench with two towels. One was tied around his waist. And a second he was using as a giant tissue.

“I. I bought one of those roses for the ball, and,” Dash cried into the towel. “I asked Paulina to join me, and she said no. She just wants to stay friends. ”

“Dash- I’m so sorry.” Danny hesitantly put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. 

“I know she wasn’t trying to be rude. She even gave me a hug. But, man I really like her. She's not like the other girls. She doesn't make fun of me like the others do. And I know you guys like to joke around, but-”

“I’m sorry Dash. I didn’t think it affected you like this. We can stop,” Danny said.

“No, a lot of the time it doesn’t affect me. But I thought maybe since she didn't make as many jokes. She liked me as well. But she's just nice. ” 

“Dash there are more people out there that would love to be with you. You know, there are more fish in the sea?”

“I guess. I just hurt.” Dash blew his nose on the towel. 

“No, I understand that. Just know that I’m here for you”

“Thanks Danny.”

“You're welcome dude.”

“Uh Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I get a hug? I’m sorry I’m a big hugger.”

“Um sure.” The two stood up and a very awkward hug was had. 

“Thank you man. I really needed this,” Dash said, still hugging Danny. 

“Your welcome Dash.” Danny said.

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I am exhausted. I'm exhausted and I can't keep going at my job. I just can't do this anymore.

The last three days at work have been hell.

First day: I show up and there's no one there. I start work an hour after the store opens and two hours after someone else should've arrived. There was no one. So I texted my boss and started all of the prep, but I wasn't going to open without someone else because fuck that. Finally one of my coworkers showed up because he overslept. To his credit he apologized. Then it was just the two of us for three hours until another coworker came in. Two people didn't show up that day. One called out sick and one just decided not to come.

Second day: The worst and the one I'm saltiest about. I show up and the store isn't open again, but at least there's a coworker there. I didn't see her at first because she was asleep. So we opened, and it was just the two of us for FIVE HOURS until someone else came in. It was the three of us for a single hour until one had to leave and there were just two of us. During peak time. I decided to shut down the drive thru because again, two of us, but a manager from fhe gas station (I work in a restaurant connected to a gas station) came over and told me it had to stay open or I could be fired. The way she said it was so fucking condescending, I nearly told her she could fire me and considered walking out. But I didn't. I had to stay an hour later because only one person, my coworker, was scheduled for that hour and I didn't want to leave him alone. It was so busy we didn't have a chance to breathe, but I still managed to finish a couple end of shift things. Not everything, but some. After that extra hour I HAD TO LEAVE and I apologized to the next manager, told him it was just the two of us and told him what I had managed, and that I needed to go. He just said "Okay." He didn't say "Can you wait while I see if there's anything I need you to do?" Or "Before you go can you finish X?" If he had I would've. But he said "Okay." And I had to fucking go. And again, I had done a surprising amount for the fact that there were two of us. To do everything. All day.

Third day: I show up and there are only two of us again. An hour passes and two more people are supposed to arrive. They don't. They didn't call out, they just didn't show up. Finally, an hour and a half after his shift was supposed to start, one of the two showed up. Three of us running everything. An hour before close one of them had to leave, so it was two of us to close. We stayed an hour and a half late. That's midnight thirty btw. We stayed until midnight thirty because people decided not to fucking show up to their goddamn job and I had to pick up their slack.

Then today, there was a manager's meeting. That includes me. In that meeting, the manager from the second day said, to the damn general manager "I know they were short staffed, but so were we, and this is unacceptable" and handed the GM a list of the shit we hadn't gotten done. Y'know, after I stayed an hour late, after running a shift with two people on one of our busiest days. And by the way, he had four people. Four people for a closing shift is a fucking luxury. He wasn't short staffed by any stretch of the imagination, but he had the fucking audacity to complain about me.

I can't keep doing this. Three days like that nearly killed me. On that second day I cried after my shift because it was so frustrating and overwhelming. It's taking such a horrible toll on me. I dread going to work because I'm afraid it's going to keep being like this. I'm afraid I'm going to show up and no one will be there, or I'll have to deal with a rush with just two people, or some asshole manager will call me out at a meeting with every manager for not being able to leave the restaurant spotless after I stayed a fucking hour late, after running a shift with two fucking people. I wish I didn't have to pay rent because I want to quit. This is ridiculous and I shouldn't have to put up with it, but here I am, putting up with it and still getting shit for it. No matter what I do, no matter the shit they give me, I provide service with a smile and I get absolutely nothing but shit in return.

This is why I hate being a fucking reliable worker. I'm expected to do everything and do it perfectly, while other people will do less than the bare minimum and it's tolerated. I'm held to a higher standard, I'm expected to do all of this and not have a single complaint, but people are welcome to complain about me. I wish I could just not care and not work hard and not show up for half of my shifts, but of course I can't. I can't keep doing this, because one day I'm going to have to run a two person shift or deal with a shitty customer or manager, and I'm just going to walk out and not come back. I don't deserve this shit but of course I'm stuck dealing with it, dealing with the crap that everyone leaves me. I work my ass off all the time, then I have one of the shittiest days ever and can't manage to leave the restaurant perfect, and I get called out in front of everyone. Fuck him. Fuck him fuck him fuck him. I've been pissed about this all day which is why I just had to get it out. I can't keep fucking doing this. I shouldn't have to.