#funny how he doesn't even take responsibility!! the fucking pony thing even calls him out on it. he's like waaa I'll make things better

[elboxitracio]

Just woke up hi I just wanna say i think the ending could've been 10 times better if Anya had got to kill jimmy<3

i also like to think that the final sequences in the game were real. Due to all the suffering and and the horrible things that happended on the ship (especially towards Anya) jimmy entered something like the hellraiser torture dimension. His own personal hell. You know how in event horizon 1997 the ship goes through a black hole (if I remember correctly) And access a dimension in which they're compelled to do unspeakable violence on each other and themselves? Something like but for jimmy only. It's what he deserves<3 if Anya didn't kill jimmy he should have gotten to be stuck in there forever!

*manages to pirate one game* i am. A computer genius<3

[ifwallscouldtalkkkk]

"Look, I'm not gonna kidnap you" - Michael Clifford Oneshot (COLLEGE)

Female reader × Michael Clifford

Mentions of alcohol, slightly tipsy (consensual) interactions, swearing, SMUT.

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You miss your bus home after a night partying with friends. Luckily, you meet a guy willing to give you a ride home, and his playful pinky promise to not kidnap you somehow convinces you to accept.

The smut in this story is fairly short. This was my first ever attempt at writing fanfic back in 2018, and I was a bit scared of sounding stupid

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Your shoes clacked as you ran on the cobblestones. You were so close to the bus station that you could see the bus driver flicking a cigarette butt onto the ground and leaving the embers glowing on the dark cobblestones, before taking his seat behind the wheel. You picked up your pace even more and frantically waved a hand in the air, hoping that you could cut ahead as the bus made its turn around the station back and onto the road. You cursed under your breath, mentally labeling yourself an idiot for staying at the party a couple of extra minutes to say your goodbyes to a friend who was too preoccupied with shouting random answers to the ongoing pictionary game to even hear you.

You skipped every other step on the small set of stairs to reach the platform, and when you reached the corner where the bus would turn, you started jumping up and down and waving in a feeble attempt to get the driver to stop and pick you up even though you weren't technically in the pick up zone. You could see him seeing you, it was a clear summer night and thus barely even dark! But the near empty bus didn't stop. The driver probably saw you as an entitled child who was too drunk to be on time, and maybe he was at least 25% right.

”Fucking bastard” you squeezed out through clenched teeth as you stomped around in a little circle with your head thrown back in frustration. Calling your parents to drive an hour in the middle of the night to come pick you up and let you off at your dorm was not ideal. You knew that they would do it for you, not wanting you to walk the 6 miles home. No, this was definitely not your plan, but maybe it was a bit irresponsible to plan to take the very last bus for the night. You stomped one last time and breathed out deeply.

”What the fuck are you doing, girl?”, someone called out in a humored undertone.

You swiveled around and your eyes landed on a car parked a short distance away, at the designated pick up- drop off parking area. The boy whom the voice belonged to leaned out the open window of the driver’s seat, with his arms folded and propped up on the edge of the window. His smug smirk felt hurtful in your frustrated state, but it brought you back to reality somewhat. You could admit that you probably looked like a child who didn't get a pony for christmas – and to be honest, you felt the same amount of betrayal.

”What a fucking jerk!”, the guy in the car yelled when you didn't answer. ”Where ya heading to?”

You donned a tortured expression, brushed out your skirt, picked your bag off the ground, and started walking home.

You heard the lone car start and you put a bit more speed in your step. It soon pulled up mere inches from you anyways.

”Come on, you're not seriously walking home? You obviously live a ways away since you were supposed to take the bus”, he said with the same amused tone in his voice.

”I'll be ok, and you're probably wanting to get home yourself”, you said, trying to politely reinforce the idea of him leaving you alone

”Look, I’m not gonna kidnap you, I pinky promise”, he chuckled at his own words but continued when you kept your eyes locked straight ahead. ”Girl, I’m guessing that you live on campus, and that's like a billion miles away. I’ll drop you off all gentlemanly at your doorstep and tip my imaginary top hat at you as I drive away, never to be seen again.” You stopped walking and he had to jerk his car to a stop along with you.

”The fact that you know that I live on campus is not very reassuring”, you replied.

He rolled his eyes and let out a little laugh. ”That bus-” he pointed down the road that your planned ride home had disappeared along a few minutes earlier ”-goes straight to campus. I just dropped my pal off here to avoid driving him all the way to the uni, but looks like I’ll have to go there now anyways.” You looked him in the eyes. The way he spoke elicited a strange amount of trust, and although a couple of piercings and a questionable hair color for an adult could be spotted under his beanie, he didn't seem like bad news. ”Look, the door doesn't even lock properly, I wouldn't even be able to kidnap you!” he demonstrated the faulty lock on the passenger door. You had to smile at the enthusiastic way he presented it.

”You promise you won't leave serial killer notes in my mailbox?” He lit up even more at your reply.

”Promise”, he said. You swung your bag up on your shoulder and reached for the door. This was in no way the wisest thing to do in the situation, but you were already overwon by his goofy charm.

You climbed in and kept your gaze forward, feeling the boy's eyes on you, and you caught yourself subconsciously holding your breath. You caved and looked at him when it became clear he wasn't going to drive forward before you gave in.

”Seatbelt.” he said with a parental tone. ”Can't have such a pretty girl making unsafe choices!” It wasn't as funny of a comment as his facial expression suggested, but he really knew how to lighten the mood. ”Michael.” He stretched his hand out to shake yours formally. You replied with your name and a firm handshake. ”Oh girl, with that grip, no one could even dream of succeeding in kidnapping you" he said, laughing at your overly stern behavior.

”I just hate limp handshakes", you smiled, rummaging around in your bag after a snack. ”Damn it I left my granola bar at home”, you muttered under your breath.

”Oh uh, I've got a bag of peanuts somewhere…” Michael trailed off, reaching over to the glove department to rummage through his own stuff. His warm hand grazed your bare knee while reaching and you tensed up at his accidental touch.

”Dude, eyes on the road!” you exclaimed and he chuckled in response.

”I thought risk taking was a theme tonight – oh wait, here they are!” He plopped a bag of salted peanuts in your lap.

”Wait, you're not allergic, are you?” he asked. ”Some risks are not worth taking.”

”No, I love peanuts, no worries”, you poured a handful out and put a few in your mouth. After a night consisting mostly of liquor and dancing around, something to eat felt heavenly.

Michael asked you a couple of standard questions about your studies, and you gave all the standard answers.

”I kinda miss studying. Never thought I'd say that." Michael smiled. His hand dipped down into the bag in your lap to get some peanuts, getting dangerously close to between your thighs. You stumbled for a few seconds.

”Um oh, ok really?” His behavior was so unlike anyone else you knew. He was so daring and sure of himself, but he felt so warm and fuzzy in contrast. Maybe the previously ingested alcohol skewed your judgement, but you couldn't help but find this stranger utterly charming.

”Yeah… I'm on the road a lot nowadays for work", came his reply.

”Oh, what do you do? Uber driver for college girls who can't keep track of time?” You saw one corner of his mouth pulling smugly upwards at your joke.

”Uh no, I'm in the music producing business.”

”Huh, that's fun. I wasn-" you didn't finish your sentence as a deer jumped out onto the otherwise vacant road from between a few bushes on the side of the long stretch of asphalt nearing the campus grounds.

”Oh shit", you heard Michael exclaim while swerving a bit and stepping hard on the brakes. The deer stared confused at the headlights before scurrying off towards the other side of the road. ”You ok?!” the boy asked between quick breaths. Your breath was labored too, but your eyes and mind were mostly focused on the male hand that had instinctively been placed protectively on your thigh while braking. Michael unfastened his seatbelt and leaned closer when he didn't get an answer.

”Uh, yeah…” your eyes now focused on his light, green, worried eyes.

You just stared. You didn't mean to, but you didn't make an effort to look away either. He had gotten so close. His left hand was on your upper arm in a protective manner, and his face was just inches away from yours. You didn't mean to stare, and you most definitely didn't mean for your eyes to briefly flicker down to look at his lips. He noticed. He must have noticed given the way you were both so focused on each other.

”Wa-", you began, but didn't finish the sentence. To be honest, you couldn't even remember what you were about to say. Your eyes flickered down again, when your vocal cords failed you.

‘Shit!’ Your mind blasted out inside your own head, but Michael didn’t pull away, or look alarmed. If anything, his brow furrowed deeper, all the while he was trying to calm his own breath. After a couple more sharp exhales his grip on your arm tightened, and he pressed his lips to yours quickly, as if he was taking a running start. You kissed back automatically before you even registered what was happening. You tensed up and felt Michael’s grip loosen as if to retreat. 'No no no', you were not gonna lose this moment. No way. To signal that you were on board with what was happening you brought your hand up to his neck. ‘He can't stop now’, you were aching for him to continue touching you.

He got more involved in the kiss in response, and your other hand found its way up to the back of his neck too. The hand that had previously resided firmly on your arm now fell to your thigh and snaked its way to the back of your knees, pulling you closer still. Your voice had given up any sort of attempt of self control, and a short moan escaped your lips. The man reacted to your premature excitement and his right hand fumbled to find your seat belt button. In a surprisingly smooth motion for the situation being, he simultaneously pushed his own seat back from the steering wheel, and pulled you onto his lap as soon as the belt let go of you. Both your hands braced against Michael's chest, while his own hands pressed into your sides. Your fingers curled to grip his shirt, and his fingers mimicked yours by curling too, his nails digging into you. You could feel your pulse going crazy. Michael's heartbeat was probably also going off the rails, because he lifted you off of him a couple of inches so that he could grow more comfortably in his pants. He looked you deep in your eyes the entire time and let out a lengthy exhale.

“Girl, I don't even know what to do with you.”

He grabbed your ass to grind you into him. You let yourself angle your head back in reaction to your core finally being stimulated, and Michael straightened up his upper body to nibble at your neck. You helped him by moving your own hips along with the rhythm, but his hands still stayed firmly on your ass. When you couldn't take it anymore, you reached down to unclasp his belt, but your fingers fumbled more than you intended. You hadn't noticed how much you were shaking in excitement before now.

The stranger turned lover stared into your eyes patiently while you unbuttoned his jeans, but as soon as you managed to slide them down his thighs he pressed you hard against him, almost as hard as he pressed your lips together. Your underwear starting to become soaked from the thought of what was to come. Michael shifted his underwear down to meet his jeans. His hands couldn't decide where to rest, alternating between your hips, your chest, and your neck.

When focusing on your hips, his fingers on one hand slid up ever so slightly underneath the hem of your underwear, and his touch left you grinding harder into his thigh. You could tell that Michael knew how wet you were, your panties practically gliding around. His fingers found your hemline once more, and he slowly let his fingers follow the leg seam downwards. He let two fingers slip between you and the fabric to rest right outside your entrance for what felt like several minutes, but then inserted them forcefully when your whimpers became more desperate. He groaned too, from getting to feel you from the inside and knowing what pleasures it gave you. As if this didn't feel explosive enough already, his thumb joined his other fingers and circled your clit carefully.

You felt your cheeks turn red from the blood rushing fast through your body. Feeling sparks in your lower stomach already was not something you anticipated. Michael seemed to understand though, because he stilled you from assisting his fingers’ movement. He had stopped his movements too to make sure you would focus on his face. The look of his eyes as he kept them locked on yours was piercing and the icy-ness of it felt amazing on your hot cheeks. He held one hand deep inside of you, and the other on his own throbbing organ. He slowly replaced his two fingers with his cock, letting you get used to him gradually. You sank down, and the pain of stretching was miniscule compared to all the pleasure in the air. Once Michael was sure that you were comfortable with him, he elevated his hips just enough to push your limits. He finally let out a well kept-in moan. The subtle hip movements turned more and more intense until the point where you could tell you would end up with leg cramps in a few hours. The car wasn’t gigantic by any means, but you found ways to make do. With your hands behind your back, you could hold onto the steering wheel for support, with the added benefit of letting Michael’s hands roam over your torso freely.

Eyes watering, heart pumping, and legs trembling, you could feel your orgasm coming closer. Both your moans blended together into an audible mess as the electric pulses took over your body. After your release, your body relaxed heavy against the steering wheel.

A long, loud honk sounded out before you could get the chance to lift yourself off in horror. ‘Oh shit.’ The motion of lifting yourself off and plopping down in the passenger seat again wasn’t graceful, but it was at least fairly quick. You sat paralyzed holding onto your seat as a dog barked loudly at the sudden interruption of the usual peace and quiet. A lamp lit up in a house a few hundred yards away. It took a minute, but Michael finally chuckled - his hands rubbing his face. You cracked a smile too, but your stiffened posture would take a few minutes to get rid of. Michael clearly had a more easily relaxed personality than you.

The back of his head lay on the head rest, and he let it fall to one side to turn towards you. The same all-too-humored look that he had when you missed the bus was painted over his face. He didn't say anything, and neither did you. Words didn't really help in this predicament. He just pulled his pants up to waist level again and turned the car keys. You two drove in silence the few minutes left to reach campus grounds.

He crawled to a stop outside of the main dorms, and turned his head lazily again. You had quickly gathered your stuff in your hands as he pulled in, and you got out the second the car stopped.

“Well, uh… Thanks for the ride”, you said politely.

“You’re welcome”, he replied just as politely, and with a rare sincerity.

You raised your palm up in a subdued goodbye as you took a few steps backwards, and then turned around to walk away. Your shoes on the asphalt click-clacked loudly in the silent summer night. You reached for the door handle, the cool metal feeling sobering in your grip.

“HEY!” a word sliced through the silence.

You spun around on your toes quickly.

“Hey girl!” Michael continued when he knew he had your attention. He was leaning out the rolled down window again.

“I know where you live!” The grin on his face almost bursting by the seams.

A huge smile immediately spread across your face too.

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[mocurlyshepard]

Golden Misfits I | Angela Shepard

Warnings:Cursing, mentions of blood, mentions of mild violence

Present:

“Oh my God.” Curly whispers to himself. “Jesus.”

Angela stares at her trembling brother. She can’t help but feel over protective over him, even if they are twins.

She has his head cupped in her hands and she’s staring at him. He’s whispering to himself over and over again.Angela looks at Ponyboy who’s smoking a cigarette, lightly cursing to himself. His hands are shaking just slightly. She wonders if Curly wasn’t so fucked up at the moment if she’d be comforting him instead.

“Curls, look at me.” Angela orders. “Snap the fuck out of it, hear me? We're running out of time kid.”

Shes trying to remain confident, although she's scared shitlsss. Her hand is tangled in that curly mane of his and she's trying her best to get him out of the space he's in.

“Angie.” Pony says softly.

Angela refuses to look back. She keeps her eyes focused on Curly, he needs her more right now. She needed to take complete control over the situation because if they didn't think fast, they'd be screwed.

“Fuck, fuck.” Curly keeps repeating to himself softly.

Angela can feel herself getting angrier and more annoyed as Ponyboy calls her again.

“What?!” Angela snaps.

“He’s bleeding.” Pony says.

Angelas eyes snap down to Curlys shirt and sure enough bright red blood is seeping through his bleached shirt. Angela yanks up Curly's t shirt and she's met with a huge throbbing gash.

Angela had to think and she had to think quick. There wasn't enough time to get him to a hospital and they were running out of time with the problem in front of them. Fuck, she needed to think.

A few months earlier:

"I can't stand her, God, Curls I'm telling you!"

It was a sunny afternoon and Angela was ranting to her brother about the new girl and how much she hated her. She was Bryons new girlfriend, she wasn't really upset over that. She knew that Bryon would move on from her eventually, but it was just the way she looked her, like she was some dirt on a surface. Like she was better than her.

"You sure the reason you hate this broad isn't because of Bryon?" Curly questions.

The just got off the bus from school. And it was funny because neither of the two had books. It was a commom rumor that Shepards didn't go to school to learn. It wasn't true of course, but they didn't go out of their way to change their minds. What was the point?

"Fuck Bryon, I'm talking about little miss know it all." Angela says angrily. "You should've seen the way she looked at me.. Like i was scum. She's gotta lot of nerve, the Carlsons don't have jack shit."

Curly sighs and smokes on his cigarette. She doesn't know for sure if he's listening or not. Some days he does. Some days he's too annoyed, or wrapped up in his own problems.

"Want me to beat her up?"

Angela glares at Curly but he gives her a goofy grin in return. As much as she acted like she hated him, he was her best friend. She loved that stupid kid.

"I'm just saying, if she looks at me again I won't hesitate to deck her."

Curly opens the front door for Angela and she throws her purse down on the floor. She steps out of her heels and kicks them off to the side.

Tim's sitting on the couch watching some old movie on TV. He doesn't look like he's watching the TV though, it seems to be watching him.

Angela ignores it, she knows better than to talk to Tim when he's in one if his moods. She most likely wouldn't get a response anyway.

Instead, she walks into the kitchen where Curly's already looking for his afternoon snack. She can't believe he's hungry already, especially when they just went to dairy queen for lunch.

"Don't you kids have homework or something?" Tim asks.

He's still sitting on the couch but his body's turned to look at them. It had been a few months since their mother skipped out on them, years since their father died. And Tim was still getting used to the parenting thing.

Curly and Angela can't help but look at each other and laugh. 1. They never have homework because they always finish it and if they don't feel like it they get some nerd to do it. Besides, it was the end of the week.

"Tim, it's Friday. You ask every Friday." Angela says.

Tim nods and turns back towards the TV. She wonders what he does for fun, ever since he graduated high school she couldn't keep tabs on him. When he wanted to, he'd be like a stranger.

"Shit, yeah. Hey uh, I gotta go to Tio's house. You guys will be good yeah?"

"Like angels." Curly replies.

Angela wondered why he was going to Tio's. They hadn't really spoke ever since her mom left. Her Tio Angel wasn't the best person to go see. He was up there with gangs, and although Tim ran a little outfit. It was nothing compared to what her uncles did.

"I swear to God Curly if you get locked up tonight." Tim begins.

Angela wiggles her eyebrows at Curly. Tim always keeps a tight reign on him, he can't help it. Curly's the youngest and also the one who doesn't think. So they need to watch out for him.

"You seeing Angel?" Angela asks.

She didn't remember him much, Tim and Curly were around him a lot more than her. But her mom always told her she was close with him when they were kids, Angela was even named after him.

"I just gotta few things to take care of Angel. Don't lose any sleep." Tim says sarcastically.

She rolls her eyes. Shepards were known for being sarcastic but Tim took it to another level. Everything out of his mouth was backwards.

Angela looks back at Curly who's eating a banana and drinking soda. She frowns at the mix of food but shakes it off.

"So what're we going tonight?" She asks in a hushed whisper.

Curly's seated across from her while looking over the newspaper. He isn't actually reading it, just going through the headlines out of boredom.

"I'm going out with Ponyboy, I dunno what you're doing."

Ponyboy had been Curly's best friend. They were buddies as kids but they seemed to have gotten closer when Curly just turned 15. Johnny had fell into some sort of comma, after that Ponyboy wasn't really right.

Angela and Ponyboy had a strange history. She always had a tiny crush on him. She never really knew why, she figured it was the lingering innocence he had. He was so oblivious to certain things, she thought it was sort of sweet.

Shepards always had a thing for innocence. It was some sort of fascination. It wasn't unusual for them to get hung up on someone who wasn't from their world.

"Don't fuck with me, Curly." Angela says with a tone of sass. "P is my friend too."

Curly mutters under his breath a string of cusswords. Sometimes he acts like Tim without knowing he does. She doesn't like it when he does, she's scared that one she'll lose Tim. She doesn't want to have to be worried over Curly too.

Maybe that's why she wants to tag along. Sometimes she acted like she was Curly's mother. Her mother had been alright, despite her drug addiction and constant boyfriend she needed to support her. Her Titi was more of a mother than her mom. She taught her everything, from how to keep the household together to smoking her first cigarette.

"Be ready at 7 or I'm leaving." Curly says.

She wonders what the night has in store for her. Will she find a new boyfriend or ignore creepy perverts? It's unpredictable, especially when you're Angela Shepard.

It's just the beginning to its a little slow and short but it'll quicken up 😊 I'm much happier with this version than the first one.