#he called me dumb when we were drunk he was like (not in english) “this is the first time youve made sense tonight. u werent making sense d

[clubatsumu]

yessir drinking buds to lovers has so many avenues for you to inject yourself into his bloodstream like a very aggressive bud light! it is giving me very cute energy!

[insert picture of the blind leading the blind]

it's not cute!!!!! i dont want to be an alcoholic (im going out w him again next friday (he asked)) CLOWN CAR CHASING THE CLOWN CAR .... (it's not my fault he finds me entertaining and was awed by my bartending abilities)

[kooqitas]

— secret kink ★ with: knj + jjk!

#pairings: friend!jjk X boyfriend!knj X reader

#synopsis: you discover your boyfriend's kink

#tags: pwp, sex, rough sex, threesome, cuckold, cockslut, spanking, spit, vaginal sex, degradation, humiliation, orgasm denial, orgasm play, creampie, overstimulation, dacryphilia, oral sex, multiple orgasm

#notes: ok, i need to be honest, this is the most dirty thing i've ever written, but it doesn't deviate much from what's been written here so far… whatever, i hope you like it guys :)

#wc: 3,1k

🌸 . . english isn’t my first language, so be patient :)

“when you gonna told me that you fucked with jungkook?” namjoon, your boyfriend, entered the room while you were still wrapped in a towel after getting out of the shower.

“excuse me?”

“hoseok told me, when we break up a few weeks ago, you and jungkook fucked”

“hoseok is a gossip boy” you mumbled.

“maybe, but when you gonna tell me?”

“when you gonna told me that you fucked with taehyung?” you asked him. 

alright, you and namjoon had a fight last month, it's a bad fight, you broke up for some weeks, you stayed in the apartment but he lived at bts dorm.

but, in those weeks, maybe you two have some... diversion with your friends.

“taehyung and me was a mistake”

“you take jungkook's boyfriend and he took your girlfriend”

“so was it planned?”

“no” snorted. “just happened”

“was good? he ate you well?”

what the fuck was that question? wanting to know whether or not your girlfriend has sex while you were apart is understandable, but what the hell was he asking?

“not better than you”

“anyone fucks you better than me, doll”

you laugh, it's true. you two have a relationship a years ago, of course he knows exactly how and where touch you.

“did he treated you like the whore you are?”

“i don't understand what the point”

“i just wanna know if my girl was fucked good”

“yes, i am! and i know that taehyung too”

silence.

“how many times you cum?”

“really? namjoon, i don't want to fight, i fucked jungkook, you fucked taehyung, it's okay”

“who says that i want to fight?”

you can't understand what the point of this conversation.

“i just wanna know if my baby was treat like the whore he is, if jungkook doing a good job and cum of this pussy”

namjoon laughed, and his laughed sounded like sadism. whos wanna know how your girlfriend was fucked?

unless…

“three years with you, and you never told me that you have cuckold kink”

“im telling u now”

bingo!

the information was a little shocking, right, jungkook and you had always been very close and namjoon never showed a single bit of jealousy, however you always thought it was because of your friendship for years, and the fact that jungkook had a boyfriend.

“so, why don't you call him and ask how he eats me?”

namjoon sit on the sofa, but without any courage to call to your friend.

"what's happening?" you asked when notice the hesitate "are you afraid that your best friend know that you liked that had cum on your girlfriend? are u shammed? ok, i call"

you take the cell and call to jungkook.

“hi, hyung! are u okay?” 

“hey, baby!” you said. “namjoon wanna know how good was fucked me that day”

“oh my god! he’s know? hyung, i’m so sorry, we are so drunk and-”

you laughed.

“i wouldn't apologize if i were you, he's all excited imagining you fucking me. and don't forget that he fucked with your boyfriend, if i were you i'd give as many details as possible…”

on the other end of the line Jungkook was wide-eyed, he always thought that if his friend found out about their night there would be a big fight, but no, there he was in connection with namjoon, who was horny knowing that his girlfriend gave your pussy to another.

jungkook even tried, but he couldn't hold back the smirk that tugged at his lips.

he was still fighting with taehyung, and didn't even intend to make up. of course, jungkook was angry with namjoon because he knew he was also to blame for all this.

so if he wanted to be humiliated, well, he would.

“your girlfriend is a dumb whore, she masturbated in my bathroom, when i opened the door, she was moaning with two fingers inside her, i couldn't control it, i needed to eat her”

namjoon imagines the scene, and his cock wake up

"she moaned so loud in my fingers, god, i wasn't need said too much, she just give her cunt for me at the same time"

you laughed naughty, remembering the scene.

you and jungkook spent a good few minutes talking about how taehyung and namjoon's sex had been, and naturally, with a drink, you were so fucking horny, both of you rubbing your own thigh temptingly to relieve the emotion.

you asked to take a shower, but when you turned on the shower the first thing you did was put your fingers in your wet pussy, you couldn't tell if it was missing namjoon or wanting jungkook, you didn't even think about anything, you just wanted to cum.

it didn't take five minutes for jungkook to enter the bathroom, seeing you with your eyes closed moving your fingers quickly.

he took off his clothes, and sneaked in, hugging you from behind and leaving a kiss on his neck. jungkook was quick to pull your hand and insert his fingers, then brushing his member against your ass, and the pleasant moan you gave only confirmed the consent he knew he had. you didn't hold back in saying that that night he owned you, and that you were desperate for him to open you up with his fat cock.

returning to the present moment, namjoon stroked his own dick while listening to his friend's statement.

“she was so hot, hyung. saying that I owned her, cumming on my fingers, saying that i could do whatever i wanted with her. fuck! i think now i understand why you guys have been together for so long, i would also love to eat that pussy every day.”

jungkook masked silence, namjoon was quiet and this worried jungkook.

“that’s okay, jungkook! he didn’t say anything because was busy touching himself”

so he’s keeped going.

“i took her to bed, hyung. she was so wet even after having cum, i stuck my tongue in her and she moaned even louder, she kept screaming my name for anyone who wanted to hear. my face got all wet, and she got irritated when i didn't let her cum” he laughed. “but i made her cum on my dick, she's a cockslut, she asked me to hit her, to choke her, and every time i cursed her, her pussy squeezed my cock. damn, hyung, now i'm so fucking horny!”

jungkook knew that what he would say next could destroy a friendship of years, it turns out that at the moment his head was clouded by lust and he even thought about friendship.

“hyung, leave me fuck your girlfriend again. so you can watch us and draw your own conclusions”

namjoon took his hand out of his shorts, and you tried to read your boyfriend's face, but you didn't understand anything. was Namjoon nervous? did Jungkook cross the line? was he just excited to hear but not see?

in fact, that was a good question, how far would namjoon's kink go?

whatever, all insecurity fell away when Namjoon moved away from the phone.

“you know my address, and your entry is free at the entrance”

namjoon looked at you and tapped her thigh twice, you immediately understood the message and sent it there, receiving a kiss on the neck and a caress on her breasts.

“'ll lend you to him one more time, but you know that's it, don't you? you are my little toy that i use whenever i want”

you nod, and namjoon opens your mouth spitting into it, you swallow, like the good whore you are.

“he's going to cum in you, but this pussy is mine, okay? and after all, maybe you're tired, but you're mine, and you give your pussy to your owner”

------------------------------------

after some minutes, the doorbell rang, and namjoon opened the door, of course, jungkook was there. namjoon kissed him, like a 'welcome' put his tongue on jungkook's mouth and grabbed his ass.

"you can do anything, since her want, of course" this is the only thing that namjoon said.

so, this is you now.

sitting on the bed, with your legs opened, just underwear, pinching your own nipple.

they both drooled, the visible stain on the lace panties made them both desperate to open your pussy even more.

but now it was jungkook's turn, so namjoon sat on the couch.

jungkook took off his clothes so quickly, and going to the bed, kissing you when you put the legs on his waist, trying feel something.

"are you always so desperate? in my house, now here, why?” hes bite your lips. “i can fuck this hole open now, you are so wet, fuck, look your leaky cunt, my cock going to feel so good in you… but, i think that your boyfriend want to see i’m playing with you first”

jungkook playing with your tits leans down to start sucking on your nipples, include painful bites every now and then making scream his name when his mark you with purple hickies.

so, jungkook take off your panties, putting on your mouth.

“shut the fuck up, dumb! i even started and you moaned like a pathetic slut.”

he groping your clit, your hole dripping and making a mess, you are so embarrassed, and namjoon watches everything.

and he's like.

so much.

he took advantage of the open legs to stick his face there, running his tongue slowly over your folds, giving a light bite to the clitoris that made you scream in pain and then pull jungkook's hair.

“if you touch me one more time, i will ruin you”

you took off yours hands grabbing the sheet when his eat your in a brutal way, you can feel your tongue your lips, your nose, even you chin, every part of jungkook's face on your pussy.

namjoon appreciated that, took off your underwear, releasing your dick, your massive purple dick with precum.

when jungkook bite your clit, you pulled his hair.

and you receive a slap.

“disgusting whore, you can't do what i'm say? i don't need that your hole, i can fuck others, you are not special! so do what i'm say or i’m gonna away!”

without warning, jungkook puts two fingers inside you, take your underwear of ou mouth just for listen your scream due to agressiveness that you are fucked. you tried close your legs, not because you don't wanna it, but because was too much, soo good, but jungkook did not let.

“if you cum now, you it will end with fun, please, don’t be a useless slut”

and he's continuous. you moaning so loud every time his fingers is in and out of you. 

namjoon looking everything with a devocion.

“two fingers are enough to break your tiny cunt? god, can you imagine how will it be with my fat cock?”

so you cum… without permission.

and jungkook hit in your face, squeezing your neck.

“disgusting whore, i told you to not cum”

he pinch your clit.

and you scream.

and he do again, and again, and again.

jungkook grabbed your hair and got you out of bed, on your knees

“you can cum on my mouth?” you asked when he took de underwear.

“in your face, bitches like you deserves this”

you smiled, and jungkook's response was a spit in your face.

“you know, two slaps in my thigh and i stop” you agreed.

he waste no time fucking and shooting their hot precum down your throat.

due to the rudeness, tears started to flow from your eyes, but that would never be a bad thing, you were just making the most of jungkook.

namjoon moaned so loud when u gasp on jungkook dick, and that's when you realized that namjoon was masturbating.

“this is the best you can do? poor namjoon, pathetic mouth”

jungkook pushes your head so that your nose touches his pelvis, and holds you there, until you cough.

“cum on her face, jungkook, dirty this slut!”

jungkook moaned before your cock spit sperm on your face, the cum spills out around the cock in your face, some leaking down onto your tits.

it was divine.

“doggy style, whore, i want to fuck you like my pathetic puppy”

jungkook slapped you, and then another, and another, and another.

your ass burned and so did jungkook's hand, but he would continue hitting until he got tired, after all, at that moment you were his, and he had permission to use you as desired.

your pussy dripped onto the bed. jungkook laughed, and then positioned himself behind you, rubbing his cock against your swollen clit, whereupon he pushed you further onto the bed, so that his chest was touching the mattress and your ass was in the air.

once fully sheathed, the jungkooks cock widens your pussy open, pulls all the way out and slams all the way back in.

jungkook thrust so hard that the shock of his hips hurt, but you like it, namjoon and jungkook too.

namjoon increased the speed of his masturbation, still being careful not to cum, he didn't want to cum like that.

you really want the cock of your boyfriend in you too now, in your mouth, asshole, whatever, you just need both of them fuck you, and you made a mental note for this.

“that shitty pussy of yours can handle anything, right? i bet i can fit my balls inside you too”

jungkook starts brutally rubbing your engorged clit, you throw your head back, drool slipping past in the sheet.

“fleet wide pussy, you can take the cock of your boyfriend here too, maybe we can gonna try this some day”

it was pathetic the way you moaned “yes, please”

he laughed, gripped your hips so hard you’re sure there’ll be bruises, your titties flop brushing on the sheet with each thrust. soo good, so messy.

“who owns you?” jungkook asked.

“n-namjoon!”

namjoon watched everything mesmerized, he had already read reports about cuckolding, he knew it was fun to watch, he just didn't expect it to be so much. he didn't even want to go in there, he just wanted to watch his girlfriend being destroyed by his best friend.

that was enough.

“you're a whore who has an owner but loves cumming on someone else's dick. disgusting bitch.” he continued thrusting without any shame. “tell me what you are”

“a w-whore”

“exactly, a whore that acepts everything since you hole is full. is your owner enjoying watching this? this disgusting show you're putting on?”

“h-hes lik-kes”

“we’ll see”

jungkook pulled himself out of you and by your hair for what must have been the hundredth time that night, you didn't quite understand what he wanted but you just followed him.

you were dragged to the armchair where his boyfriend was, and in a single movement jungkook made his body fall onto namjoon's.

and there you were: holding on to your boyfriend's shoulder while prancing towards another.

he entered again, mercilessly punching his dick into the slut who was his at that moment.

you held Namjoon's shoulder, he felt like his dick could explode because of how horny he was.

jungkook pulled your hair hard again, forcing you to face namjoon.

“say to your boyfriend how much you like this”

jungkook still brutally rubbing your engorged clit, making you lose the conscience with the pleasure.

“namjonnie… s-so go-good”

you cried, lost in your own excitement, you didn't even care how deplorable you looked at the moment.

“good, sweetheart?” namjoon said, taking his hand off his dick and just enjoying his girfriend's body folded over his while jungkook fucked her. “what are you, my dear?”

“a wh-whore, desperate for coc- jungkook i’m gon-gonna cu-”

“cum, whore, but i won’t stop fuck this hole still i’m cum in you’’

“i'll like it more when i see your cum dripping from her pussy. and i'm sure she does too, right, baby? says what you want” your boyfriend said.

“jungkooks cum”

“where do you want? be more specific, princess” namjoon spoke docilely, but the lust in his speech was clear.

“in m-my pus-sy, for you will ea-eat l-ater!

“cum, doll, i want to see you cum for us”

"doll" jungkook laughed. “cum, whore, and enjoy me filling you with cum”

you scream, cumming on jungkook’s cock.

your legs are shaking and if it weren't for jungkook's strength you wouldn't even be able to stand.

but luckily, jungkook was strong, and not only did he hold you back, but he continued fucking you roughly.

“i'm going to fill this pussy so much that it's going to overflow on your boyfriend's cock”

“j-jungkook” you moaned, feeling your cunt fluttering on his dick.

“i'm going to gaping this pussy, when your boyfriend goes to fuck her, it will be completely wide by me”

you couldn't stand anymore, and that's when namjoon got up to help hold you down, while jungkook continued fucking you like crazy.

“behave” your boyfriend told you.

“now watch me fill this hole open” jungkook said before cum.

still with his leg wobbly, jungkook left you, sitting on the couch.

namjoon didn't say anything, he just lifted you on his lap and fitted your pussy onto his dick. tears ran down your face and your mouth didn't even close, moans and more moans were made as you clung to your boyfriend's neck as you were pushed against his thick cock.

“are you what?”

you knew the weight of this question, if you answered something profane, namjoon would continue fucking you without any mercy, but if you said you was just his princess he would go slowly. after all, that was your dynamic, pleasure is good, but safety comes first.

“your whore!”

namjoon didn't respond, he just threw you on the bed, bending your legs leaving you in an almost fetal position.

eh started thrusting again and at that point jungkook's cum squirted onto his member, and damn, that was so exciting.

the large body collided against you and moaned more and more and was driving them both crazy.

you came on your boyfriend’s cock, shaking in a way namjoon had never seen before.

you had reached the peak, it was clear.

so namjoon removed himself from inside you as quickly as possible, respecting your limit, and called his friend.

"come on, jungkook, cum in her one more time"

namjoon arranged his legs, leaving them wide open.

and started masturbating, soon Jungkook joined him.

they masturbated their members quickly, until jets of cum came out and fell towards your pussy, which was already full of cum.

even though you were tired, you took two fingers there, smearing them and then putting them in your mouth.

you were exhausted.

and you have plans for the next time…

[riniworld]

How about a yandere villain (that’s lowkey a little dumb) x reader sidekick (who always eats it up)

✨Y.E.S✨

I'm not a native english speaker so i search about "eats it up" meaning and from what i understand is like loving/enjoying something, is that right?

warnings// obsession,yandere themes,mentionof blood at the end,the part where you're young there wasn't any romantic feelings!!,not proofread

refrence//you.my precious.

gener//headcanon just 'couse.

a/n//i put a backstory for them because...yeah.

•you met when you was young,two lost children in the street.

•because you two living the same you start following him around like a lost puppy.

•he was annoyed at the start,but soom start to soften.

•you're younger than him So he make you his responsibility.

•he was stealing to bring you two food,most of the time he get caught but he such a good runner.

•now you're older and still together

•known as the "villains" of the city.

•you don't really care what people will call you,You owe him your life,he saved and took care of you.

•and he still do.

•you two were dreaming of a peaceful life when you were younger.

•but your boss,aka the villain,grew hatred toward who call themselves "heros".

•if they were heros,they would have known about you two and helped you to get somewhere to live at atleast.

•they're just a money dogs.

•he didn't force you into anything,He gave you the freedom to make decisions,and you stayed.

•that made him feel strange,for the first time someone really care about him.(not like you didn't in the past it's just different when you're adults)

•his feelings start to grew every year, month, week, hour, minute, second.

•oh god,where you always that beautiful?

•or when you patch his wounds,it take everything in him to not just kiss you right right here.

•Oh, someone hurt you? dead.

•someone said something bad about you? dead.(he knows don't ask how)

•he also has such a pure soul...yeah he kill but he still has SUCH A PURE SOUL.

*calls the hero*

"now listen to me hero I've"

beep

*stunned* "did they hang up on me just now?!"

"look darling i just figured out how to make the hero beg under me"

"hm?"

"I'm gonna steal thier dog"

"..."

•and you love that about him,of course if he was too dumb and put himself in danger you'll step in.

•otherwise it's fun to watch.

• he sometimes tries to flirt with you but end up ruining it all,or you flip it on him and he'll just be a tomato mess.

•but when he serious and extremely possessive he might be a bit..bit scary

•he was going to a dangerous mission/battle and you wanted to go along

•there was a cold,demanding gaze you see for the first time when he told you won't go.

•or when you disguised as a civilians for a "secret mission"(actually he just took you on a date-) and someone creepy start saying such things to you...no one has seen him again:D

•also he loves spoiling you,it's his way of making up for your deprived childhood.

•he don't want anything in return but to see your smile.

poor guy just wanted a house to live in together:(

BONUS

blood and dead bodies all over the place,your plan has success! you defeated six heroes atleast, and you two don't have that dangerous injuries too.

what a lucky day,you thought.

the villain pulled you by your wrist,taking you out your thoughts,and slide his hand on your waist to make you as close to him as possible.

he looks deep in your eyes,with this loving gaze.

"how about we dance,my precious?" he said in a husky voice. God,you're making him drunk.

before you can answer he start swaying you right and left softly.

maybe he'll go and live with you a peaceful life without the "villain" title.

I TRIED TO MAKE THIS HAS A BIT CRACK BUT I COULDN'T SORRY

istg i know this isn't what you want but that's how it turned out with me

have a nice day/night♡

[coolprettyleo]

Don't Forget, Don't Forget About Me - Gabe Perreault ☆

wc: 1.9k

tw: angst. alcohol. kissing? cussing. partying. almost sa. slut shaming. weird frat guy.

part 2 of superman !!

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

gabe hadn’t called. he hadn’t texted. it was now sunday night; the night before he was supposed to land back in boston and lottie wondered if he had even thought of her.

her little overthinking insecure mind couldn’t help but hope he wouldn’t go off and save some other girl. a girl who desperately needed saving just like the naive little freshmen lottie was a couple of months prior.

*flashback*

“c’mon!! we’re in college now, you have to actually leave your dorm if you want to make friends char” her best friend from home told her while they were face timing.

i mean its not that lottie liked to stay home. she kinda felt burnt out. her whole life she didn’t have strict authority figures who told her she couldn’t go out. so by the time she was eighteen years old in a new city she didn’t feel the hunger of freeness, every other eighteen year old was feeling.

she grew up with her grandmother in california who had already done her part in raising her children. she was raising lottie out of the kindness of her heart. or mainly due to the fact lottie would be in the foster care system since both her parents were in jail.

“i dont know what if something goes wrong” she says, beginning to look like she can be convinced seeing how cute dylan looks.

it might be fun to dress up and take cute pics…

“it’s college! you finally have the opportunity to be somewhere where no one knows you. you can talk freaking australian and stupid bitches would believe you. your just like every other bitch tonight!”

lottie couldn’t help but smile at her friends drunkness desperately regretting the fact she didn’t go to umich with the blonde friend.

“honestly thats so real and tru. when the hell did u start giving such good advice”

“shutup and let me help you pick a fit” dylan excitedly squeals.

—

lottie walked into a frat party alongside her roommate and some girls they had just met. the music was typical frat music but she was honestly feeling it.

maybe because she missed going out or maybe because her and her friends had just pregamed a bottle of titos before leaving the dorm.

the thing about lottie is that she doesn’t usually drink so when she does, she drinks to have a good time.

“oh my gosh!! charlotte pls let’s go dance. plsss” my roommate Mary slurred whining.

lottie was obviously not going to turn that invitation down, so off she went. unbeknownst to her she had already caught the attention of several guys with the worse intentions possible.

all lottie can remember of that part of the night is that she was dancing with mary having the time of her life and then the next thing she knew, mary was making out with some guy.

okay mary!! slay!

she didn’t want to awkwardly third wheel that, so she quickly made her way out the dance floor. into the kitchen where there were several tall guys standing around with red cups.

“hey charlotte right? we have english together” a shorter boy walked up to her. lottie didn't think he was with the taller boys.

ive never seen this man in my life.

but of course she was naive. and in her little naive mind she didn’t want to make this random guy feel bad so she went along with it. as if they were old friends. they weren’t.

“oh yeah! hi!” she told the black haired boy standing way too close for her comfort.

unbeknownst to lottie he didn’t actually have a class with her and he was just another dumb freshman hoping to get into a frat, trying to prove he was somebody to a bunch of nobodies. in all the wrong ways too. he had just been ordered to slip something into her drink.

why he chose lottie, she would never know.

“here let me get you some water, you don’t look too well”

“thanks!! thats so nice! I was just dancing with my roommate but I don’t know where she went, I think she went off with some guy which is totally fine! im not judging or anything, like good for her” lottie drunkly rambled. one thing about lottie is that she becomes a yapper with just one sip of alcohol.

“ya it can get pretty tiring out there” he said looking around and at her nervously handing her some ‘water’. or so she thought.

as lottie was about to pour the liquid down her throat a tall dark haired boy came and slapped the cup out of her hand. spilling it all over the floor and on her top.

what the hell man

“im so sorry but don’t drink that. here” he said handing her a bottled water desperately searching for a towel to give her to wipe off whatever the hell that liquid was which smelled like the farthest thing from water.

“cmon man i was already talking to her and it was just water” the frat boy said grabbing lottie harshly.

“get the fuck out of here ass hat. how stupid can you be”

"that wasn't water!"

the taller boy and i yelled at the same time while the frat boy shoved him.

“don’t fucking touch me or her” he said pushing him back. harder.

"she's pretty easy to touch man, I mean look at her" the frat guy drunkly said.

the tall dark haired boys friends quickly came and got between them before something bigger started.

“cmon gabe it’s not worth it” a freckled boy said to him while shooting a dangerous glare to the stupid frat guy.

lottie just stood off leaned against the counter trying to figure out who’s the hell are these people? and what the hell was going on? and did that asshole just slut shame her? what the hell did he even mean by that? .

“let’s go find your friends” he said taking my arm much gentler and guiding me through the party. trying to see if I recognized anyone.

“thank you for that, honestly. i didn’t think anyone could ever be capable of doing something like that” I told the boy who had gentler eyes now as we stepped outside. as lottie began to sober up, it hit her what could of happened if this mysterious boy never came to save the day.

im so dumb.

lottie couldnt help but think.

“well now you know for next time right” he said with a light smile as he texted on his phone.

whose he texting?

“who we texting!” lottie said jokingly. trying to lighten up the mood.

“im trying to call us an uber, your a freshman right?” he said with a chuckle, feeling a flip in his stomach as he seen her smile.

thats pretty.

“yeah, are you?”

“yeah, my names gabe by the way” he said realizing he never got her name or even told her his.

“charlotte. but i go by lottie” she said smiling at him, noticing gabe was honestly cute.

“the uber is fifteen minutes away” he said looking down at her, into her big brown eyes.

“thank you. really” she said starring into each others eyes, as if they’ve spent all eighteen years of their lives searching for one another.

feeling her heart beat a million times an hour; something lottie has never felt before. so she couldn’t figure out what it meant. heart attack? maybe?

lord save me.

*flashback over*

lottie felt like an idiot. she knew gabe was back from his trip seeing as his location was in his dorm. he usually would have asked her to go over by now or he would of came here, but seeing as he probably believed lottie didn't love him; he was going to be stubborn and not answer her.

screw it I cant take it anymore

lottie rolled her ass out of bed and put on her uggs as she marched down the hill to his dorm with a mission on her mind.

she had spent the weekend wallowing in self pity and she couldn't take it anymore. this had been the longest they had gone without speaking to one another since they got together and lottie realized she did not like it. not one bit.

—

"gabe just call her back, if she's calling you so much then she obviously does care about you" will snapped finally tired of seeing his roommate in such a terrible mood; all weekend.

"thats the problem! i want her to love me not just care for me. you guys know lottie; she cares for the homeless man down the street that she's never even met before!" gabe gestures with his arms.

"dont be complicated gabe" ryan chimes in, knowing all too well how their friend and teammate is.

as gabe opens his mouth to talk further he is cut off by a loud knock on the door.

ryan quickly trying to escape gabes self pity party practically runs to open the door while will and gabe stay sitting back on the couch.

"lottie! come in!" ryan says loudly looking at will with eyes that speak 'lets get outta here'. will practically ran out with ryan. not wanting to deal with depressed gabe any longer, not before waving at lottie on his way out though.

gabe rolled his eyes at their antics before getting up and walking to his room as lottie began to shut the front door.

"gabe wait! please hear me out"

"there's nothing to hear out lottie. its okay to not love someone back, you dont have to explain anything" he said looking anywhere and everywhere but her.

lottie took a good look at him seeing as he looked like his heart was breaking into a million pieces; lottie wanting so desperatly to put it back together one by one, however long it took. she loved him.

"you cant honestly believe that I dont love you gabe" lottie said softly, walking closer to him.

"look at me gabe" she whispered, while softly turning his head down to look at her. his deep green eyes has her wanting to scream from the rooftops.

"I love you" she said as she shook with nothing but raw emotion and pure love.

gabe couldn't help but scoop her up into his arms and kiss his girl like there was no tomorrow. smiling into the kiss because he hated what he had felt all weekend long.

lottie pulled away from the kiss as she wasn't finished. she planned the speech the whole way here, she wanted to tell him. because when you know you know and she knew.

"I love you gabriel perreault. and im sorry for not telling you sooner. i just assumed you knew and that was wrong of me and so sorry. since the very first day I've loved you. since you saved me from my own stupidity, I loved you. since you've put up through every bad habit and fit I've had, I've loved you-"

"lottie, i know. you dont have to say it" gabe said cutting her off knowing well lottie isn't one to scream her love from the rooftops. with his hands on her lower back. making her stomach do cartwheels.

god I love him. I want him.

"I want to though" lottie said, looking into his eyes. eyes that lottie thought were heart shaped starring deeply into her soul. leaning on her tiptoes to kiss his soft sweet lips again.

the boy who was her boyfriend. the boy she loved. the boy who knew she loved him. her version of superman. at least its the same thing too lottie.

the end!!

I dont know if I want to make this into an au or leave it as it is. we'll see!

[mayflora-18]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #5

Sherlock: *gets stabbed*

Sherlock: Oh, look at that.

Sherlock: I’ve been impaled.

Nikolai: 😱

———

Nikolai, singing: I have loved you since we were 18.

Price: We met when we were, like, 23.

Nikolai: …

Nikolai, singing: I’ve been stalking you since I was 18!

———

Ghost: You have exactly three seconds to explain why you just woke me up.

Price: Because it’s morning and you should be awake.

Ghost: Oh… Interesting… I didn’t know you wanted to die today!

Price: Simon, you can’t kill me.

Ghost: It’s too late, I’ve already decided how.

———

Sherlock: I really like Eminem.

Soap: I prefer Skittles.

Sherlock: No like the rapper-

Soap: WHY WOULD YOU EAT THE WRAPPER?!!?

———

Sherlock: I have never seen two stable best friends. Always one of them has to lose their shit.

*Ghost and Soap look at each other*

Ghost: Wait, you’re telling me one of us is actually supposed to be stable!?

Soap: Ah, shite!

———

Soap: Who did you look up to most as a child and why?

Gaz: Uh, my parents because they were taller than me.

———

Soap: There are 1 million 13 thousand 150 words in the ENTIRE English Dialect and yet there is not a single combination of them that describes my URGE to HIT you WITH A CHAIR!

Graves: *pissed off*

*Soap pulls out a black umbrella from who knows where and opens it in front of Graves, showing him a hand that was giving him the middle finger*

———

Laswell: What was Plan A?

Ghost: Don’t fuck up.

Price: And what was Plan B?

Soap: Don’t fuck up Plan A.

Price: And what did you guys do?

Gaz: Fucked up p-

Sherlock: You fucked up Plan A.

———

Rudy: Ale, get out of the house. Valeria is here!

Alejandro: Well, tell Valeria to hold up because I’m doing some important shit.

*Alejandro starts playing music*

Alejandro’s phone: “You used to call me on my cell phone”~

Valeria: What the fuck?

———

General Shepherd: If you don’t like me at my worst, then you don’t like me at my best.

Price, holding a gun to Shepherd’s head: I don’t like you at all!

———

Sherlock: In every group of friends, there is the dumb one.

*Ghost looks at Soap*

Soap: Really

———

Laswell: When did you get here?

Price: I spent the night.

Laswell: …But I remember you leaving before I went to bed. You said “Good night, I’m going home!” And then you left.

Price: Yeah, but then on my way out I tripped and fell down the stairs.

Laswell: Oh my god, were you hurt?

Price: Nah, I just didn’t feel like getting up.

———

*at 7am*

Sherlock: Why is Gaz running?

Sherlock, yelling: Are you ok!? Is somebody chasing you!?

Gaz, yelling back: I’m running on purpose!

Sherlock: You’re running on purpose? It’s 7 in the morning!

———

Ghost: ArE yOu ReAdY tO DiE????

Sherlock: No??

Ghost: ThEn I’lL cOmE bAcK lAtEr!

———

Soap, slurring: You do realize that humans were really supposed to be on this earth to eat fruit-

Price: Is he drinking?

Soap: -in the wilderness butt naked-

Nikolai: I love it when he’s like this.

Soap: -and fuck, right?

Sherlock: He’s definitely drunk.

Soap: All this hard work shit is shit we brought ourselves.

———

Price: Where are you, Laswell? This place is fancy, and I don’t know which fork to kill myself with.

———

Soap, talking to Graves: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Graves: …

Soap: No, a summer’s day is not a bitch.

———

*Sherlock walks outside with a coffee in her hand*

*She sees JTF Ghost Team fighting Shadow Company*

Sherlock: god it’s brutal out here *sips coffee*

Rudy: Aren’t you gonna help us?

Sherlock: uhmm no *walks back inside*

Soap, shaking his head: You had to ask.

Rudy: 😰 She is a psychopath!

———

Alejandro: Keep your eyes closed, I have a surprise!

Rudy: Did you do the dishes?

Alejandro: I said surprise, not miracle.

[tilvcei]

► 𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄

⭢ In which: you feel left out and in the blind when ethan hangs out with his new friends and is around tara a lot, he barely tells you anything which makes you think he doesn’t like you anymore and has lost interest in you.

☆ | warning(s): language, alcohol,

☆ | note: I just wanna tell you guys or warn you guys, this may be a bit of ooc!ethan I don’t know, you’ll enjoy this though, I promise :)

☆ | gender: they/them (reader)

☆ | key: (e/c) means eye color

☆ | REMINDER: nothing in this fanfiction is real, it’s just all written for fun, do not take this seriously. writing is meant to be fun anyways! also do not copy nor translate without permission.

Ethan had called your number, asking if you could pick him up. he was at some party with his friends, he probably got drunk again and is now wasted which makes you think you’ll probably have to carry him inside the car.

You had your car keys in your hand, making your way into the house and once you made it inside you were immediately faced with crowded people who were everywhere.

Making your way through the musty, drunk, and sweaty crowd you found yourself in the kitchen. Ethan wasn’t there either.

"Hey, excuse me-" the bystander was paying you no mind, her phone was in her other hand, she must’ve been facetiming someone.

She laughed, you could smell the alcohol from her breath, making your face scrunch in disgust.

"Hey, excuse me. ma’am?" you said again, trying to get her attention. she slammed her red party cup on the marble designed countertop, turning to glare at you.

She clicked her tongue, "can’t you see I’m talking on the phone with someone? or are you blind or something? people barely have any patience nowadays, it’s crazy!" she exclaimed.

You squeezed the car keys in your hands, sucking in some air through your nose, holding your composure.

"Listen, all I wanted to ask is if you seen ethan? he’s this boy with curly brown hair and a dorky weird smile and brown eyes." you explained, all she did was giggle.

Was she high? no, you didn’t have time for this dumb shit right now. you had to find ethan.

"I haven’t seen no kid with brown curly hair. lemme add the laughing emoji beside that. anyways hotshot, you want a drink? I can make a special one for you." The girl said, grabbing your hand and placing a sloppy kiss on the back of it.

Oh how you wanted to just sock her in the face from just doing that, but surprisingly you didn’t. if that was anyone else who wasn’t drunk they’d definitely knock her out. and you were one of them. but you’ll admit it was kind of nice of her but she was drunk right now— and it made you weirded out and uncomfortable.

Your face felt like it was about to go red, wasn’t she just annoyed by your presence a few minutes ago?

"Yes, yes I know I was annoyed by you a few minutes ago but when I see someone like you? I can make time for it. so, beautiful, what’s it gonna be?" She asked, her words sounded like they were slurring from how much alcohol she consumed.

You sighed and yanked your hand out of her grip, "okay look, I just need to find my friend. and my advice for you is to go home and sleep the alcohol off. alright?" you told her.

"My names Andrea by the way. I think I’ve seen you in my classes, which one is it? uh- English? yeah, that class. I’m not that drunk, but erm, the boy with the curly and weird smile? I saw him talking with his roommate Chad. he’s somewhere in this damn house." Andrea explained, you gave her a slight nod.

"Uhm, thanks Andrea." you said, her eyes had a flash of sadness in them for a moment before she smiled and it quickly went away, "I have this campaign coming up with a couple of people who are interested in science. I was hoping.." Andrea trailed off before handing you a flyer. you took it from her hands, her fingers brushing yours for a minute before she pulled away with a very visible blush which you somehow weren’t able to see.

"I was hoping you’d come. all seats are opened, we just need a few more members and I thought you’d fit the spot. it’s up to you if you feel like it." Andrea said, you stared down at the flyer with a tilted head, reading the guidelines.

"I’d love to come." you told her, but then it completely slipped your mind— you had to look for ethan.

Andrea felt a ghost of a smile appear on her lips, "okay, I’ll see you then. go find you’re friend." she continued and giggled while placing a hand over her mouth.

You nodded and left her in the kitchen, at least she had the courage to speak to you. if she wasn’t drunk then maybe she wouldn’t feel so embarrassed- but right now she felt extremely embarrassed. especially when you had to see her like that.

Making your way into the livingroom, you saw tara, anika, and Mindy. you barely talked to the three of them since ethan never introduced you.

"Hey, I know I don’t know the three of you, but have you guys seen Ethan? Ethan landry?" you asked frantically, Tara recognized who you were.

"Oh, you’re (Y/n)! it’s nice to finally meet you. he’s uhm, over there I think. he’s also slightly drunk. kissing a few girls here and there." Tara explained, you felt the world around you come to a halt.

"She joking. the dude could barely even walk up to a girl or ask her out." Mindy added, you sighed in relief and stood up.

"Thank you, guys." You said, his friends were rather cool. but you really had to get to know them first before befriending them.

Hm, the only place left to search was upstairs. you hurried and fastened your pace, getting through the crowd of sweaty and drunk people. it was weird how you managed to get upstairs but you did not want to go through the crowd again.

As you searched every room for ethan, you could hear what sounded like— moans? no, no, kissing. that’s what it sounded like.

What was this little dork up to again? if he could find a girl that likes him- that’d be the first time he ever got someone to date him.

But they said he was 'slightly' drunk. so what harm could it possibly be? you placed your hand on the doorknob and opened the door slightly.

Ethan pushed away the girl that was on top of him, "Sorry, sorry. I just don’t think I’m in the right mind to do any of that stuff right now—" the girl that he had pushed away rolled her eyes and walked out the room, brushing past you.

Don’t get it wrong, you would always come and help ethan if he needed anything. of course you would. but this? it’s a huge NO for you.

Ethan smiled, "heyyy." he said, dragging the 'y'. he tried standing up but could only find himself leaning against the wall for support.

"I was waiting for you, pretty thing." said ethan, he wasn’t that drunk. they were right, but you were extremely pissed.

Your hands balled into fist, "Are you..serious? you were supposed to come and study with me. not do this dumb shit, and you lied to me too? you told me you had econ. you said you weren’t going to a party with your friends." you stated, reminding him of what he told you over the phone.

"I was at econ. I swear." Ethan stuttered, you stood there with crossed arms, "you keep lying. this is the 10th lie you’ve told me. what is it ethan? why don’t you want me to hang out with your friends or meet them? why— why are you being so goddamn distant?" you questioned.

He didn’t answer and scratched the back of his neck nervously, "I just don’t want you to be around those type of people-" you cut him off.

"But you are? Ethan there’s more than what you’re telling me, isn’t it? you’re starting to change, man." You told him, Ethan frowned when those words came from your mouth.

"I-I’m sorry that I lied. there..there’s really not much more for me to say other than I’m sorry." Ethan replied, fiddling with his hands.

"Sorry? you think that’s going to cut it? Hell no! I come every night to see you just drunk. every single time. when you should be fucking studying with me and working with me! it wasn’t just assigned, I had to do all the work my goddamn self! it just goes to show how much you leave me out now. you’re slacking on a lot of shit. but guess what? I’m doing it alone now. all the shit I do I’m doing alone. alone." you said.

A sigh escaped from ethan’s mouth, he realized what it was now, "you’re just jealous. you’re mad that it’s not you who I’m kissing. isn’t that it?" he said.

a shocked expression came from you, did he really-?

"JEALOUS? How can I be jealous? Half of the time when I try to fit my schedule in for you, I do it because I want us to hang out! I could never be jealous of someone I’m friends with, I’m not on that type of shit! I’ve been there for you since day one. day-fucking-one. there’s always excuse coming from you! there’s no time for me, for us! It’s always them. you’ve seem to have grown very close to them as I see. but I’m the one always picking up after you. of course I’d do that for you! only you. but what I’m upset about? I’m upset that we rarely hang out anymore. It’s been four months, ethan. four months. but you’re so stuck up on your 'friends' that I have to deal with the fact that I can’t even talk to you anymore. not even that, it’s the fact you hardly care what I have to say anymore! you were supposed to be the shoulder i lean and cry on for support. but no, I can’t have that either. but I’d do it for you. even if you didn’t ask, does it look like I care? I’ll only leave out of your life when you ask me to! but you keep disappearing ethan, you only call me or text me when you need me! And I don’t want our friendship to be like whatever the hell this is! I want us to be able to confide in each other and be able to speak our minds to one another without any judgement. and we can’t even do that. what is it ethan? what happened to us? I’m so desperately trying to reach out to you and grasp onto you, to see what changed. what really happened to us..?" you said, the tears were now falling down your eyes.

Ethan wasn’t able to say anything, he stood there speechless and shocked. this is what you expected anyways. he didn’t know you felt like that.

"If you want me out of you’re life just say that. but don’t keep me in the dark, I’m so sick of what you think is right for me. I’m so tired of everyone telling me that! so I’m asking you, to end this friendship either now or I end it for the both of us myself." You told him.

Ethan felt tears running down his eyes, you were his ray of sunshine. his everything. but he didn’t want it to end here like this. you were the only thing keeping him sane and protected.

"Say it already, so we can end this. I’m tired of being left in the dark, I’ve already been through enough. don’t make it harder for me." You said, he could see the dark bags under your eyes and as well as the tired look in your (e/c) eyes.

"I am so sorry, I didn’t want you to feel like that. I’ve never wanted you to feel like that, that wasn’t even my intention- I swear. I’ve just…been busy with some things." Ethan told you, and that was the truth.

"If not then why do I feel like it now? you don’t care about me. I see it now, there’s probably someone else you like. you go kissing these girls just for fun but they don’t like you. I know the truth stings but that’s the truth. they’re only using you to get things off their minds. it’s like having a one night stand." You explained.

Ethan walked closer to you, now the two of you barely inches away from each other, noses almost touching.

"I know that. but lately I’ve only been having one thing on my mind." Ethan told you, cupping your cheek.

"I’m not gonna be some fling, and I’m not like every other girl and guy. if what I’m feeling is real, then it’s real." You told him.

Ethan smirked, "so do something about it." he said.

"Wha-What?" you replied, stuttering a bit from the reply he gave.

He pulled you closer, "I said do something about it, love." he repeated.

"I expected you to kiss me and everything but not this." Ethan said, leaning against the window.

You stopped at a stop light, the music you were listening to earlier was now on low volume, you were bopping your head to the music while tapping at the steering wheel.

The song (< press it) you were playing was pretty nice actually and you’ve grown to love it ever since.

"You done drunk all you can drank~." You sung while tapping the steering while in rhythm to the beats, Ethan chuckled.

"I think that lyric is specifically aimed at me, isn’t it?" Ethan asked, you nodded in answer while paying attention to the road.

He groaned, "fuck, my head hurts. I think those Jello shots weren’t meant for me." he said.

"You think?" you added while still tapping at the steering wheel with the rhythm of the song, he placed his hand on your thigh.

"Thank you for knocking some sense into me back there, I really needed it." Ethan said, you shrugged.

"Like I said, I’d do anything for you. but now you have to be around me 24/7. catch up on the times we missed." You explained, Ethan nodded and yawned.

"m'gonna take a quick nap, tell me when we get there." Ethan said and turned away, he grabbed your jacket from the backseat and used it as a blanket.

You found yourself giggling at his actions, the red light eventually turned into a green light, you were almost near campus which was about 50 minutes away.

You really loved Ethan. you just hoped he would learn from this. cause like he said before: you were his ray of sunshine.

And he’d remember to cherish it this time.

Eh, I could’ve done better but let me know if you’d like a part to or just to keep this as a single and only part of Ray of sunshine :)

[ultimatebottom69]

Trump won

now. I see some kind of campaign to recount the votes and frankly yeah go sign that shit but hum.

This is about me for a second. Yes the filthy European. Well. As I said last night before passing out drunk. Palestine is fucked. Keep giving donations and all but you must know too right.

Abortions rights ? Well i hope you didn't like women.

Trans rights ? Doll there was already barely any. He gonna snuff that shit out.

The economy ? Oh baby 2016 eletric bungaloo remix. But you all knew that.

Suicide hotlines ? Over crowded as all learn the info as usual.

Immigrants rights ? Basically snuffed.

Police brutality ? Oh you thought George Floyd would be the worse they ever done it ? Think again.

My respect for this country ? None. I respect only the people I talked to.

My hope for this country ? Doll. The whole world watched with bated breath, we sent our whitest blond woman journalist to do the fucking job and you voted...For Nazi Orange. Again. No words.

You know when I was 12 and Obama was still the president. I remember loving the USA. Grand houses, cool movies, the music culture as I always liked pop, the diverse community how all you were so much more detached and free then me in my little France.

I remember at 13 to learn English because I wanted to go to the USA. I wanted to be able to talk to my idols. In 2017. I got called a racial slur in Orlando. It was also my first time being cat-called while my dad was right there, I mean I always got stares but bro was whistling and shit while my whole family was there. I loved Disneyland, loved the whole thing except for this two very weird encounters. I mean I am very light skinned and didn't know such word existed and my step mom who is a black woman didn't tell me what it meant when I asked her. And it was to me who it was said by the way because it was a little blond girl who said it while staring into my soul.

I learned that day that I was a black woman. That my light colored skin contrary to any had thought had offered me no protection whatsoever.

Which is funny because I am the lightest in my group and I got called a white woman a lot by them only it's our little rascist jokes between us.

But in the USA I get treated like the "Bad Hombre" as Trump called them. I get called a "Niggay" by the white folks.

And funnily enough this experiences although very defining did not stop me from making it big in the USA I thought I just had to not go to orlando and i'l be fine...

And then George Floyd happened. I then watched real life documentaries about victims of police brutality. BLM happened.

I saw people that looked like my grandma and uncle getting shot at as if they were just fucking cattle.

When Biden got elected I thought "Maybe if the democrats win again...I can forgive them., I can go there and see their world and drive for an awful 8 hours when I barely wanna drive for 30 minutes hahaha."

And...Well...Trump won. He did. By a large margin I am CERTAIN there were tampering in the election as usual.

But...The fact is. He fucking won. Despite the whole world watching. All of us were quietly hoping for you all to show us. Progress what the USA stands for.

Diversity

Freedom

Dreams

And you vote for the man. Who extinguished the most dreams I have ever seen. You vote for the man who made me re-think every respect I ever had.

You had the chance to make a woman president. After the first black man president in the western world you could have had the first woman president.

You could have gained all the respect you had ever lost back. To the people who voted at all, bravo for trying. To the people who didn't vote PER CHOICE...I have nothing to tell you except you could have done something.

I won't even dwell on the dumb fucks who voted third party. Just vote for Trump at that point it's the same the whole world has been telling you this for 8 years now.

But back to this. The American dream is dead. I dream of nothing more but for the USA to stop being everyone's burden. I don't want to go to your country. I don't want to know anything right now.

Are we a joke to you ? Because USA you are the ehole circus right now.

I am gonna go focus on something else since clearly the hatred was stronger then the Hope. This isn't even a joke the USA has a true problem and if I need to spell it out well too bad.

I hope Drag queens will keep existing and that is that.

Have a pleaseant day tbh. I have no words. I won't try to tell you that there is hope or whatever. There is none. Your fate has been sealed. In fact many fates right now have been sealed. I can see in real tiime how many lives are about get snuffed because Harris didn't win. I am not here to tell you to have hope. I can however tell you Good luck and get the fuck out.

You have like 3-5 months before it really starts to be a shitshow so if you wanna move out or had plans. Move to Europe as a whole.

I am not even angry. I am throughly disapointed. In about 8 month France will feel the wave. Gaza ? Pfft. I'm going to keep donating and reblogging.

To the mutuals who voted. Thank you for trying. I hope you stay safe and are white looking enough for the upcoming times.

[footytea]

https://www.tumblr.com/footytea/754093289398992896/httpswwwtumblrcomfootytea753736899630333952

A girl in a Spanish forum gave her testimony about a girl she knew who probably had a fling with him back in 2017. I’m going to translate the testimony:

“This girl never said anything that confirms it but one day we were hanging out on a terrace and she received a WhatsApp message, I think I saw the name Kylian with a profile picture that seemed to be him. She rapidly hid it and she looked nervous. Another day we were hanging out with a group of friends and we were talking about celebrities, some friends were teasing her because this girl has received many dms from famous people but this girl is so anti-celebrities and always highlighted that she’d never have anything with a celebrity and much less with a footballer. But that day they bring up Mbappé asking her if she would never date him because he seemed like a much more serious guy. And she played dumb and asked who was he. They said that he was a PSG player and she said that she had no idea. After a while, they bring Neymar into the conversation saying that she most probably received a DM from Neymar because he’s a player and he talks to a lot of girls. For what she replied saying “Oh, please. Don’t compare that guy to Kylian.” I was like… How does this girl know Mbappé’s name if she doesn’t know anything about football and just a few minutes ago she said she had no idea who he was? The thing is that she changed the topic rapidly and I didn't say anything either.

After some months I coincided with her again because of a friend we had in common and when I was holding her phone recording her for IG stories, she received A LOT of notifications, about 10 in a row and it said Kylian but I couldn't see anything the messages said. And after that, he called her, the prefix was from France.

The last thing is one day we were at a party and we drank a bit, I tried to dig more and I said to her (making it out), “Well I’ve lately been texting with a French guy but I don’t know, they say French people are dull and stuff…”

She told me she knew a French guy who had African roots and that he was a good guy but he was very tedious. And I asked her if she had something with him but she didn't want to respond directly. She told me: “Well, I don't know… This guy treats me very well but he's very pesado, he wants to hang out, and because of some circumstances it is not possible for me…” And I asked her why; if the guy had a girlfriend already or because she didn't want anything with him. And she laughed and said that not at all, that it didn't matter and it was some work-related stuff from his job.

I took the opportunity that we were a bit drunk to ask her if she could show me a photo of him and stuff but she just showed me screenshots from WhatsApp, she had him as KM and they talked in English. And yes, he insisted that he wanted to see her, that he wanted her to accompany him for an event, that he wanted her to meet his mom, that his brother liked her when she met him… And a bunch of other things that I don't remember quite well but he seemed like a clingy boyfriend.

What I clearly saw is that she liked him as a person but didn't want anything with him, what I don't know is if they had you know what. (👉👌)”

do you happen to have the link still to the spanish forum?

[beezusvreeland]

a very good idea - chapter 8

summary: After your boyfriend cheats on you at a party, you break up with him, who tells you nobody else is willing to be with you like him. You decide to prove him wrong, with a little help from a new friend.

ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader

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Chapter 8

Harry: hey Harry: in case you haven’t blocked me yet…i’m sorry for everything, i know i screwed everything up Harry: you going to the party later? Harry: was wondering if we could talk Harry: promise i’ll behave

You put your phone back inside your purse, not quite knowing how to react to Harry’s texts. For the past few weeks, you grew accustomed to hating him. A version of him, at least. The one who cheated and humiliated you, who sent a video of himself hooking up with a girl. You sighed. It hadn’t always been like that. There were good times. Great even, when he let his gentleness surpass his frustration with the world and everyone in it, including you. Reading his texts made you sad for these other parts of your relationship, the ones you hadn’t let go of enough to mourn yet.

You were in a corner of the living room, lost in your thoughts, while Jess was chatting with a teammate of hers nearby. At the improvised stage on the other end of the room, Gwen and her friends were tuning their instruments. People were coming inside to see the band play.

Gwen looked fantastic. With help from you and Jess, she settled for a black top with a pink skull drawn in it, black skirt, fishnet tights, a pair of white boots and, of course, Jenna’s purple jacket. Gwen took a sip of her beer and looking beyond you in the crowd, opened a smile. You looked in the same direction, finding Miles, Peter and Miguel. You waved at them.

“Look what the cat dragged in!”, you joked.

“And here I was thinking we’re becoming good friends, even hanging outside of school property!”, Peter put a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt.

“Did you guys start drinking before coming here or…?”

“No, this is sober Peter”, Miguel looked at his friend with a serious expression.

“Oh”, you couldn’t imagine what drunk Peter was like.

“Oh indeed.”

“You’re only saying that because you are sad drunk”, Peter complained.

“Am not.”

“Yes, you are. Isn’t it right, Miles?”

Miles was distracted, staring at Gwen.

“Yeah, sure”, he said.

Miguel groaned, making you laugh. He looked at you arching an eyebrow.

“Are you having fun with this, cariño?”

“Of course, watching you and Peter bicker like an old couple is very entertaining. Why else do you think I hang out with you guys so much?”

“Because Miguel needs help with his english homework and you think he’s hot”, Peter shrugged.

Your eyes widened. How dare he call you out like that. But also…

“Wait, is that what you told your friends we are doing?”, you turned to Miguel.

“I mean, I do need help with my english homework…That much is true”, Miguel gave you a smug look, not ashamed at all. You, on the other hand, felt your cheeks start burning. “About that other part…you have to confirm to me.”

“Confirm what?”, you played dumb to gain time, not knowing how the situation escalated so quickly. It was like you and Miguel couldn’t even talk anymore, only flirt.

“I guess you know, since you are all worked up about it.”

“I’m not worked up about anything.”

“I’d say you are, actually”, Peter intervened. He and Miguel fist bumped without looking at each other.

“And just like that, you two are working together again.”

“We never stopped working together”, Peter said. “Bros before…”, he stopped seeing your harsh look towards him.

“Oh, don’t stop because of me. Do go on”, you faked a smile.

“We’re bros”, Peter said, looking at Miguel, who was cringing.

“Ugh, yes, hermanos”, Miguel mumbled, pinching his nose.

“Boys are so weird.”

“Hey! You didn’t answer the question”, Peter pointed at you.

“What question?”, you asked innocently.

“You know damn well…”

“I have no idea, Peter Benjamin.”

“You sneaky little thing”, Miguel pursed his lips. “All this effort just to not admit…”

“That I think you are hot?”

“Well, yes…”, Miguel looked dumb founded.

“Fuck this, I’m so confused. I’m gonna get a beer”, Peter walked away.

Miguel got closer to you.

“Does it bother you that much not knowing what I think?, you barely recognized yourself or this game you were playing. But the thrill of it was one of the best things you have ever felt.

“Just admit it”, Miguel looked down on you, his hands finding your waist.

“How about this: I will answer your question if you answer one of mine.”

You could see him swallowing hard.

“Fine.”

“Why did you agree to pretend to be my boyfriend?”

“I needed a tutor…”

“You could’ve found any other tutor. But you accepted my offer.” You caught yourself wondering this more often than you’d like to admit. You had a reason to ask him, at least you thought so, but didn’t quite understand why he accepted so easily. It’s not like you two were friends, you knew each other for years, sure, but have never been friends. When you stopped to think about it, you didn’t know that much about Miguel.

“You don’t have to answer anymore”, he whispered.

You felt way more disappointed than you imagined you would be. As if pleading, you put your hands on his shirt, grasping it a little.

“But I have other questions. I wanna get to know you.”

“Do you?”, he looked surprised.

You nodded, refusing to break eye contact with him. He put a hand on your cheek, holding your face while he analyzed it. First your nose, then your cheeks. Your chin and even your ears. Miguel spent more time looking at your lips, his own mouth parted. His gaze eventually met yours, and you could tell there was so much there. There was no way you had imagined all the spark you saw in his eyes.

“I want to get to know you too.”

“Test one, two, three.”

You both turned to the stage, where a girl with beautiful beaded braids — Margo, you were pretty sure was her name — adjusted the microphone.

“Hi, everyone!”

Everyone cheered. Margo’s smile widened. On her right side, a girl held a guitar, on the other, a girl held a bass. Behind them, your very own Gwen Stacy smiled nervously on the drums. You felt like a proud mom, knowing how brave Gwen was being and how much she was overcoming by stepping into that stage.

“We’re the Mary Janes and we’re about to have some fun. Are you ready?”, Margo shouted. Gwen put her drumsticks in the air, knocking them three times. The first notes of “Only Happy When It Rains”, by Garbage, found your ears.

You knew the song from your favorite 90s teen comedies. You turn to tell Miguel that only to find him singing all the lyrics perfectly. His head shaking in the rhythm of the music, one of his hands still on your waist.

How could he question if you thought he was hot or not. There was so much to like: his soft olive skin, his deep eyes, his black curls that bounce with every inch of movement from him. You even liked his nose, which was new to you, because you didn’t usually think about guys' noses whatsoever. Miguel noticed you stare.

“What?”, he mouthed.

You shook your head, smiling at him.

“I like late 80s, early 90s pop rock”, Miguel said in your ear.

“I would have never guessed.” You really wouldn’t, but it was endearing to see him letting loose and having fun. Just being his true self.

The next song started with a distant sounding bell. Behind you, shouted: “Fuck yeah!!”

You laughed. “I guess you know the song?”

“Hazy Shade of Winter, by The Bangles, it’s great. You’re gonna love it!”

He was right. You did.

***

Jess found you after the concert, a huge smile on her face, that was just as sweaty as yours.

“How great was our girl?!”

“She was fantastic! I don’t know what I was expecting…were they always this good?”, you ask Miguel.

“Yeah, but they have improved a lot since the last concert I have watched. All the extra practicing is paying off.”

Jess raised an eyebrow at him, amused.

“Apparently Miguel here is a huge fan of female led 80s and 90s bands”, you pointed out, your growing smile mirroring hers.

“You are not gonna let that go, are you?”, Miguel pretended to be annoyed.

“I kind of love that for you, Miguel”, Jess said with sincerity. “The less toxic masculinity around my girl, the better.”

Miguel blushed, avoiding her gaze. Knowing Jess saw good in him made you feel better, happier even, for some reason.

“Here comes the rockstar!”, Miguel pointed at Gwen, who was running towards your group. Her hair was now in a ponytail, the jacket tied around her hips. She had the biggest smile on her face.

She gave each one of you a hug.

“You were incredible, blondie!”, Jess looked at her proudly.

“You really were, this was by far the best setlist you’ve had so far”, Miguel gave his friend a brotherly hug, making her laugh.

“Look at you, Gwenny!”, you put your hands on her flushed cheeks. “I loved seeing you up there. How are you feeling?”

She chuckled, her eyes catching up to her smile.

“Sweaty, relieved and in desperate need for a drink.”

“Let’s arrange that”, Jess grabbed her hand, the two walking towards the kitchen.

“Wanna go outside for a bit? I’m boiling here”, Miguel started making his way to the backyard and you followed.

It was much nicer outside. There was a little breeze and it was much quieter than inside. A few people were seated on the edge of a huge empty pool, talking and drinking. Others were scattered through the gardens. You and Miguel sat on a two person gray couch on the porch.

The two of you stayed in silence for a while, watching people run around and talk. You recognized a guy making girls laugh close to the pool.

“Isn’t that Ben O’Reilly?”, you turn to Miguel. Ben was a senior guy from your school who was involved with every single sport available for students. He could be extra and a bit of a show off, something that made Harry exceedingly annoyed, but you thought he was just funny and cheesy.

“Oh yeah”, Miguel looked at Ben’s direction. “I’m surprised he hasn’t brought his acoustic guitar with him.”

“What?”

“You know how every party has a guy that wants to impress people playing guitar? That’s O’Reilly.”

“Oh my God, I know exactly what you mean”, you laughed.

“Hey, girl, have you ever heard Wonderwall, by Oasis?”, Miguel forced a smooth pretentious voice.

“It’s either that or Mr. Brightside.”

Miguel cackled.

“Speaking of…”, he turned to you. “You now know about my music preferences, which makes it my turn to ask you a question.”

“Okay”, you looked back at him, feeling a little shy. You had no idea what type of question he had in mind.

“Do you have a favorite color?”

Not what you were expecting.

“Orange”, you said. “My turn. Do you have a best friend in your group? Or do you consider all of them equally?”

He seems to think about it for a minute.

“I mean, we are all friends…”, he considered. “But I guess if I had to vent or ask for help, I’d probably reach out to Peter. Don’t tell him that.”

“And listen to him getting all smug about it? Never”, your tone makes Miguel laugh. The sound makes you feel warm inside. “Still, Peter is so much better than the guys you used to hang out with in middle school. No offense.”

“None taken”, Miguel stares at his hands in silence. His reaction made you feel bad, even though you were being sincere.

“I mean, it’s not like I knew then…”, you tried to mend it. “I guess we are all kind of stupid during middle school, right?”

“You weren’t.”

The intensity in his eyes caught you by surprise. You didn’t know what to say to that, just that you shouldn’t have brought up that period of your lives up.

“Well, I definitely felt like it”, you let out a sad chuckle. “Your turn, come on.”

“Okay. What…”

“Miggy Miggy Miggy!”, Peter shouted from the door that led the kitchen to the backyard. He had a beer in his hands and a maniac look in his eyes.

“So I gather this is drunk Peter…”

“Yep, it’s him alright”, Miguel sounded annoyed.

Hobie held Peter by the elbow, looking distressed, which you didn’t think it was an emotion he could even feel.

“What happened?”, Miguel got up.

“We have a code red, Miguelito”, Hobie took a deep breath. He then saw you and gave a soft smile: “Hi, there, sweetheart, you look really lovely tonight”.

“You too, Hobie”, you waved at him.

“I swear if Miguel here wasn’t obsessed with you…”

“Hobart!”, Miguel interrupted, growling. “Focus on the task at hand.”

Peter gave Hobie a sad look, grabbing his arm.

“Love isn’t real, my friend”, and just like that, Peter started crying.

“What is happening?”, you whisper to Miguel.

“Mary Jane!”, Peter shouted, prompting Miguel and Hobie to move in order to take him out of there.

“Oh, code red as in…”, you just then realized. It was kind of a smart name, actually. You knew Peter had a thing for Mary Jane, but had no idea it was so intense. He was always so nice and flirty with everyone, you just assumed it was the same with her.

“MJ Watson!”, Peter sobbed.

“Ay Dios mío! Hobs, let’s get him out of here”, Miguel put one of Peter’s arms around his neck. “I’ll be right back”, he said, looking back at you.

***

After a few minutes, you decide to go back inside and find Jess and Gwen. Before that though, you needed a drink.

The kitchen was a complete mess. Empty bottles and forgotten cups of beer and other mixtures on the counters and the floor was sticky. You felt bad for the owner of the house, even though you had no idea who they were. There were a few bottles of soda and juice around, mostly to be used in cocktails, but you refused to drink from an already opened container — you've heard way too many high school parties horror stories.

Opening the fridge, you found a can of beer. You didn’t particularly care about alcohol now. You used to drink more before to be able to handle school parties your mom insisted you go after your teachers had a talk with her about your difficulty socializing. You had never done anything stupid, but there was the eighth grade school dance, where you drank a bit too much “poisoned punch”. It had been a fun night, from what you remembered. What you didn’t remember was the issue: some conversations and moves on the dance floor. So you just avoided drinking, if you could.

“There you are.”

You stop mid sip, suddenly happy Miguel was back. When you turned, however, you found Harry’s face looking at you. He had his hands on his pockets and wore a blue navy sweater you had given him on Christmas. You felt nervous all of the sudden.

“I wasn’t sure you would come, you didn’t answer my messages”, Harry said, getting closer so he could be in front of you.

“Can you blame me?”

“No, no. I can’t”, he chuckled.

“What do you want, Harry?”, you had way less patience than you thought. “You humiliate me, harass me, then try to be nice?”

“I know, I’m sorry”, his answer surprised you. “I wanted to apologize to you for…all of it”, he sounded frustrated with himself. “I lost my way for the past few weeks.”

“Tell me about it”, you crossed your arms.

“I was behaving badly was a way to mask the fact that I miss you.”

“I see Norman Osborn still pays dr. Lenny really well for his weekly therapy sessions”, you pointed out.

Harry smiled.

“You know it”, he chuckled. “I think you’d like to know that dr. Lenny’s dad, my dad’s therapist, dr. Boris, is still working.”

“Wait, he is still alive?”, you try to do the math on your head. “Isn’t dr. Lenny, like, 70?”

“Turned 72 last may”, Harry lets out a full laugh. Without thinking about it, you do too. “My whole life dr. Boris has been extremely old.”

“That’s crazy.”

Slowly, the laughs faded away.

“I should get going”, you said, breaking the silence.

“Well, before that, I just…wanna say I’m sorry again and…”, Harry locked eyes with you. “I know I fucked up, and you probably will never want to be my girlfriend or even my friend again, which I get, but I wish we could at least not pretend like we don’t know each other, you know?”

You knew what he meant. Ignoring and avoiding Harry had been just as exhausting as dealing with him.

He looked up to someone behind you. “Please at least consider it”, Harry said, taking a step back. “It was good to see you.”

“Consider what?”

You turned to find Miguel. You wondered how much of your conversation with Harry he had heard. Would he be jealous? He wasn’t your boyfriend, not really, but did he care? Would he think you had lied and wanted to get back with your ex?

“Hey!”, you feel a bit breathless. “Is everything ok? Where is Peter?”

“Yeah, Hobie and I took him home”, he sounded more serious than usual. He had a sip of your beer and, grabbing your elbow like before, took you outside.

“You went to Queens and came back?”

“We borrowed Margo’s car.”

“Oh.”

You started walking around and he followed, without looking at you. You knew how to get back to how things were before.

“Hey! It’s your turn to ask a question.”

“What did you see in that guy?”, the words left Miguel’s mouth as if they were desperate to break free.

You looked at him, puzzled, but remained silent, your throat going dry. It was a trick question, to which you knew the answer. It was an embarrassing one. Sad even.

“Why did you go out with him in the first place?”

Miguel seemed aggravated, not with you specifically, you just happened to be on the other end of the conversation. His tone made your heart ache.

“You would never understand”, you sounded like you were on the verge of breaking.

“Try me”, Miguel had his arms opened, taking a few steps backwards.

“Because he liked me, ok?”, you burst. Something in you snaps and you let it go. All of it. “Because he was nice and asked me out on a date and not as a joke, he was the first one, God, the only one, to ever ask me out!”

Miguel stopped in his tracks. You couldn’t focus on his face long enough to read his expression. Your hands went through your hair as you tried to grasp something, anything, while your mind started to spiral.

“Harry saw me. You can say whatever you want about him, but he didn’t care what people said about me, he just…asked me out on a date and took me out to dinner and treated me like an actual person.”

With your hands on your hips, you looked up, trying to stop your tears from falling. “After a lifetime of being shoved on the corner, being called names and being invisible…someone saw me. For the first time, I was just a girl getting to have the same experiences girls my age do”, you took a deep breath. “I thought I wasn’t worthy of it.”

Silence. You wiped your tears and looked down at him. Miguel looked like he had just been punched in the stomach.

“There’s your answer”, you murmured, giving him a sad smile. Yet he didn’t move. He just stayed still. You thought that by having…whatever it was that you had, you would be able to protect your heart. But you were so wrong.

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a very good idea

[almostloosingit]

Reflection

Rindou

Wish you were sober pt2

I wrote this while (kinda) listening to :

(English isn’t my first language so please ignore any grammar errors or tell me if you finds any 😗✌️)

Part one

GN

“Well well he’s back” Ran said while sitting on the stairs of the house the party was going on. Rin sighed and sat next to his brother.

“Had to walk Y/N back. They weren’t feeling well.” He said while running his hand through his hair. “And I sure didn’t want them to fall off the bike.” He said with a small chuckle.

“They sure are special.” Ran laughed. “Might ask them out.”

“What?” Rin felt his body run cold.

“Oh don’t worry it will be the typical two weeks and then over. I mean they know me so if they aren’t dumb enough they will say no.”

“You can't do that. They are our friend.”

“And?”

“Ran.”Rin said while trying to stay calm . “I don’t know about you and I don't want to know, but I care about Y/N and I’m not gonna sit there and watch one person that I care about hurt another person I care about. It’s just not happening, got it? So get that stupid plan out of your head.”

“Ask them out before I do then.” Ran said with raised eyebrows.

“What?”

“You heard me. You don’t want them to get hurt, right?” Rindou nodded. “Then let’s make a deal.”

The next day you woke up with a headache. Shit

You weren’t supposed to get that drunk. You don't remember much from yesterday. You remember that you got upset and that Rin gave you a piggy ride home and that you two talked. What were you guys exactly talking about? You kinda remember? Clearly wasn’t that good because he’s not really talking to you. What happened? What did you say? It’s been a week now and you still don't know. How can you find out when he hasn't spoken to you even once since then? The only conversation you remember was the one you had when you two went to get the drinks. But come on he was surely joking that you should have a crush on him not his brother.

“Y/N?” Ran waved his hand in front of your face. “You good, babes?”

“Why is your brother not talking to me?” You looked at him confused.

“He’s not? Hmmm” He said while doing a thinking pose.

“Did I say something to him while I was drunk?”

“I don’t think so. He will be fine, don't worry about him. Wanna hang out after school together? You know, me and you.”

You didn’t even look at him. You're too busy thinking about Rindou. You see before that night you might have been happy if Ran asked you to hangout together. Now? Your not so sure.

“I pass. I can't just go out and have fun if one of my close friends might be mad at me.”

“He’s not though?”

“You said it yourself that you don’t know!” You bit back. “All I know is that we had a talk while he was walking me home. I’m worried I said something mean or something I shouldn’t.” You said while the feelings of sadness grew in you.

“Talk to him about it then.”

“I tried to, Ran. I really did!” You said defeated. “I called him and messaged him and nothing. Ran, he’s really important to me! I can't lose him just like that.” You said while sitting down at the lunch table then putting your face on it. “It doesn’t help that I might..” You mumbled.

“You might?” Ran asked confused.

“I might..” you repeated quietly. Then you suddenly sat up straight. “I might have caught feelings for him.” You said with a slight confusion in your voice. Did you? Is that why you're so upset? Ran’s eyes widen.

“Did you? I mean you seem kinda confused about it.”

“Because my feelings changed. I liked someone else and then boom.” You said, still confused at the new information that you uncovered.

“Oh? Who did you like before my lovely brother?”

“You.” You said bluntly while looking at the table. “I switch brothers.” You couldn’t see it but Ran’s eyes were wide. You liked him? How was that conversation not snitched to him by his brother?

“So if I were to ask you out on a date, would you agree?” Ran said while relaxing his face to seem more composed.

“Ran.” You looked up at him. “I’m stupid for ever having a crush on you and I know it, but I ain’t stupid enough to date you.”

“Damn am I that bad?” Said while pretending to be hurt. Because let’s be honest he heard worse.

“No, I just think you need someone who will sit your ass down a bit.”

“A bit?”

“A big bit” You said. You both looked at each other and then laughed.

“Just go to our place. He’s probably sitting there like a loser who can’t confess his feelings.” Ran said while leaning back. “You see the night of the party when Rin came back I said I will ask you out and said that I will treat you like every single person I dated before. He said how he’s against it and how he cares about you and doesn’t want to see you get hurt. So I told him to ask you out before I do, but he's too big of a pussy to do so. I wasn’t actually going to do it. I just acted like I would. You know spreading the rumor of me trying to get with you, it would go around and finally hit my brother. He would think I was even more serious about this, he would releaze that he need to act quick and you know.”

“He has feelings for me?” You said confused.

“I’m glad you got that part, but is that also the only part you got from my beautiful explanation of my plan?” Ran said with a chuckle. “I know my brother pretty well, you know. I can see how he looks at you. How his body stiffens for a second when you say you want to do something with him.” Then it hit you. The memories from that night started to come back. Rindou did confess his feelings for you that night. You also kissed him. How could you forget that?

“I need to see him.” You said while standing up for the seat.

“Hold on.” Ran called out. You turned around to look at him. “ He won’t open if he sees you on camera, so here.” He said while throwing his house key to you. “Don’t bother knocking, just use this.” He gave you a smile. You smiled and thanked him then left.

Was your heart beating out of your chest? Yes absolutely. You don’t know where you stand with him.

The moment you unlock the door and open it you feel like the heart is in your throat. You walk through the hallway to the living room. You can hear that the TV is playing really loudly.

“Rindou, can we talk about what happened when you walked me home?” You said with your eyes closed as you ran your hand through your hair. “ You can’t just ignore me, you know. What happened to-“ you opened your eyes to see him sitting on a couch with a half naked girl sitting on top of him. The second she saw you she tried to cover herself up. Rindou looked at you surprised, almost scared.

“Oh- I didn’t know-” You felt baffled. He was confessing his feelings for you a week ago and now he’s about to hook up with someone? Do you feel betrayed? Yes, yet you know you had no right. You had feelings for his brother suddenly Rindou confesses and now you like him back. It does sound like you decided to settle for him instead. Like a second choice. Or like you felt pity for him. Now that you think about it, it was a mistake to come here. “I should go.” You quickly said then turned around and left the house.

You feel so stupid. Did he lie to you about his feelings? Was it all just a lie? Why did you believe him at all? Why did those memories come back? Maybe it would have been better if they stayed forgotten.

You don’t even remember the walk to your favorite spot. It was all a blur. Now you're here. On the beach while looking at the shore. You remember how often you and the Haitani would visit this spot. You don’t know if you guys will go back to the old days anymore. You made such a mess. It’s all your fault really. You should be holding all of the feelings to yourself.

Gosh, crush culture makes you sick.

You don’t know how long you sat there. But long enough for the sky to become red and orange as well as the sun to start to come down.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice from a distance. You look to the side to see Rindou running your way. He looked so tired. Why is he here?

“Rindou? What are you doing here?”

“I can’t just let you go without explaining anything.” He said, still trying to catch his breath. “I was trying to get you out of my head, okay? So I thought sleeping with someone else would help, but even kissing her felt wrong. I-”

“You don’t have to explain shit, Rin. We’re not dating-”

“That’s the fucking problem.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Y/N, Ran told me about realizing you have feelings for me.”

“Okay and? I had a crush on your brother, and suddenly you confessed and now I switched up. Did I remember your confession? No, I didn't remember it for a long time. Then throughout that week I felt so upset that you weren’t talking to me. Then I realized I had feelings for you. I- I don’t want you to feel like I’m only choosing you because you like me. And honestly I don’t even know how to prove to you that I like you not because I feel bad or something.I actually like you. I just don’t know how to prove it.” You started to feel tears gathering in your eyes.

“You don’t have to prove anything.”

“I do.” You felt the warm tears going down your face. Rin smiled lightly then pulled you into a hug.

“How about you prove that by going on a date with me? Then we can go from there. You spending time with me is all I need to see to know you actually like me.”

The brothers do have some good advice to give after all. Well only sometimes.

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[scullysexual]

Spooky Mulder's UFO Club.

After losing a bet, Scully is forced to join Spooky Mulder’s UFO Club. (actually it’s called The Study of Unexplained Phenomena Project, and it’s a class not a club, but whatever) Ridiculed throughout the school by students and staff alike, Scully wants to get it over with as soon as she can and come “back down to earth” when a class trip up to Alaska, to do their own investigations into the mysterious deaths of four hikers, finds them stranded with an unknown virus wreaking havoc and a woods that becomes its own entity at night, Scully realises this dumb little class packs a lot more horror than she bargained for.

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Fuck it, we're going in for chapter 2 tonight. I've got 5 chapters written so far and I'm feeling really good about this fic, it's giving Jewel in the sense of feeling like I can write and complete this. So long as the momentum isn't dropped and I don't hit a wall we should be good to go.

Chapter One | AO3 | @today-in-fic

Chapter Two: Mrs Spooky.

Her Biology test had gone terribly. So much so her teacher had brought it up at the end of the lesson.

“Is there something else on your mind, Dana?” Mr Waterston had asked.

“No,” Dana had answered. “I’m just having a bad day.”

A bad day was an understatement. Despite only just having lost her bet with Mulder on the Friday, by Monday everyone knew she would be the newest member of his UFO club.

“Seen any flying saucers today, Mrs Spooky?” Tom Colton had asked the moment she sat down for English. The joke had erupted laughter from that corner of the classroom. Even Ethan, when slapped on the arm by Todd, let out an uncomfortable chuckle. The look he gave her after was…unreadable but deep down Dana knew he what is look was: anger. At her.

“The fuck are you doing?” He asked the moment the class had ended. Dana’s eyes moved to the people staring at them and Ethan’s followed. Realising, he grabbed her arm pulling her into an alcove, shielding them from view.

“That class is a fucking joke,” he tells her as if she didn’t already know. “The fuck are you doing? And what’s this I keep hearing about losing a bet?”

“I doesn’t matter. I just said I’d go in and help him out a few things.”

“Help him…” He seems like he’s about to say something then he stops suddenly, switching, eyebrows frowning. “Is that who you went home with Friday night?”

Dana doesn’t miss the word choice. “He gave me a lift home,” she says. “Something you were unable to do. I mean, you told me to find someone to take me home.” The anger she felt that night was stirring up again.

“Oh I’m sorry, did you want us to crash into a fucking tree. I was drunk, Dana. You should’ve just stayed like I told you to, then we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“What mess? It’s a stupid class, Ethan.”

“No Art is a stupid class, Dana. Spooky Mulder’s fucking UFO Club- that’s a mess.”

Dana glares at him, silent.

“You might want to be Mrs Spooky but I don’t want to be Mr Spooky so you go in there and you tell Mulder that the deals off, you won’t be joining.” Ethan left after that, marching off through the doors towards his journalism club. Dana adjusts her bag on her shoulders, heading the opposite way towards TSOUP.

Despite it being a class it often took place after school hours and there weren’t many people in it. Aside from Mulder there were three other people that Dana assumed were his friends who went by the collective name of The Lone Gunmen- something to do with JFK’s assentation. Despite of their use of incorrect grammar they did run a school magazine called The Magic Bullet. Nobody read it. Dana did once, just out of curiosity, hidden away in the library behind her science textbook where nobody could see it. Their ideas were ridiculous, of course, but god did Dana have fun debating with herself and the contents of the magazine.

On the other side of the room sat the only two girls in the class; Monica Reyes and Leyla Harrison either of who Dana particularly knew very well to say anything about them. She stares at her classmates with a mix of dread and intrigue.

In truth, this class did hold some curiosity for her. Unexplained phenomena went deeper than just flying saucers after all. A lot of what was encountered often questioned the laws of science, made science fight for its opinion on the matter rather than assuming it was immediately right. While logically, Dana would have to refuse its credibility, part of her couldn’t help but wonder the what if…If this class had a better rep, if the people in it weren’t total nutjobs, then there wouldn’t have been a need for a bet to put her here, she’d have joined all by herself.

“You’re here,” says a voice of surprise.

Dana turns to find Mulder standing next to her, a look of surprise on his face.

“The bet…” Dana says as way of explanation.

Mulder smiles and Dana realises just how much she missed it.

“That was just a stupid thing…You don’t need to be here if you don’t want to.” There’s a hint of guilt in his voice as he says that last part.

Dana takes another glance inside at all the characters. They haven’t noticed her yet, too busy chatting about whatever. The front wall catches her attention; between the teacher’s desk sits a cork board, all manner of newspaper clippings, pictures, articles pinned onto it. Near the far left corner is a poster- a UFO flying above the trees, the words I Want To Believe written above it. She looks back at Mulder, sees him looking at her in earnest, waiting for her response.

“I think I’ll stay,” she says.

Her response earns her another Mulder smile. He extends his hand out.

“Welcome to the club, Scully.”

Dana shakes it back.

[bapydemonprincess]

A Vampire Snake in London

The flithiest, slimiest, most cowardly of beast ought to be hiding out in the equally most disgusting and dank hiding spots, Bardroy thought, standing before a back alley door to the most popular opium den of London.

It was the Witching Hour and Bard was restless. He'd seen and heard of too many deaths in this damn town. Night after night. Innocent neighbors and unwitting bystanders just vanishing. Like they left and forgot to write. Or couldn't.

But once a Hunter, always a Hunter.

Bardroy knew too well the signs of one of those blood sucking leeches.

And he'd do everyone a favor getting right to the point and offing this one right quick.

Of course, a little spot of ale certainly helped him push through.

Not like he was busy or needed.. since everyone actually thought his kind were making things worse...

But he'd show 'em.

He kicked the old door in, and pointed his gun firmly around at the present company.

"Nob'dy move! 'M 'ere fer the VAMPIRE!"

He heard ladies and men scream alike, but that was to be expected. It was a vampire's feeding pit after all! The damn beast probably supped day and night on poor humans in this box!

"Sir, sir," a small lass was calling, inching up to him, "please no gun! No weapons! We are humble proprietors.. We here to make you feel good!"

She'd learned pretty good English for a little likely leech jr., or maybe a human pet. Wouldn't it it past even Vampires to go that far. Humans were just their food. Like cows and chickens to a farmer.

Bard pushed his gun to her head.

"I won't blow yer brain out... yet.. if ya take me to yer boss, luv."

Sober Bard would have likely not done this.

But Sober Bard could piss off.

This vampire was gonna die.

Tonight.

Through open sobbing, all professionalism gone, the young Chinese girl turned very shakily and nodded frantically her understanding.

"C-Come this way, come.. I.. I w-will take you... I promise..."

And nevermind all the other ladies standing around... and the so called "customers".

Whether they were all in on it, or victims, Bard would sort out later.

The big one had to fall first.

One minute of escorting through the long, fragrant room passed and Bard blessed himself for intoxicating his faculties with drink before he was thrust into this torrent of fragrant air.

It stunk. But he'd push through.

Clamoring and avoiding eye contact with everyone milling around on pillows...

"What is this," a deeper female voice demanded as they finally reached another back door.

The tiny Chinese lass frantically hissed Chinese to the taller Chinese lass and instantly Bard knew he'd made an error.

Lamp light bright eyes struck the man, the other woman standing still but looking ready to charge at Bard in seconds.

"Get out," She said.

"Ah, no," Bard said.

But had no time to pat himself on the back for managing a quick, witty response back with no slurring in this state.

A whole fucking leg hit him upside the jaw in one second.

He caught a flash of bare thigh and cheek. Lovely. Before crashing to the floor.

Darkness starting to drown out his sight.

"Fuckin'... b-bitch.." he managed somehow to drool out, and then sweet, sweet sleep.

Lau grinned with glee, continuously as he stared on at the unconscious vampire hunter now lying all cozy and snug amongst his pillows and personal quarters when his sister Ran Mao had brought the man to him.

Well, this was certainly a first...

Years and years had gone by, and Lau had idled away his time in this country, serving as an opium dealer to the dumb human populous, as a front.

It was all so perfect.

None of them were the wiser when they'd wake up and stumble out, satisfied with the service, but now a couple dozen pints short of blood.

It was the perfect arrangement so Lau could get money and a meal, nobody died and nobody ever caught on!

But somehow, some way...

This one lone vampire hunter, managed to discover their ruse.

While being absolutely piss drunk in the process, no less!

Lau had searched the man immediately when Ran Mao had brought him. The poor thing was such a heavy sleeper in this inebriated state he barely noticed all the rummaging.

Upon finding things like a stake and silver bullets, holy water and garlic all in the contents of this one, dead beat drunk human, Lau promptly blew up laughing.

It wasn't the first time a human or two had brought Lau to practically hysterics but this special case was certainly something!

Had he been tipped off by someone? Had Lau somehow let his true intentions shine through?

This one human had clearly never even been in this den before as a customer, and Lau was certain he would have recognized such a..

Charming, grizzled, hardened face.

Lau caught himself stroking the man's wheat-toned hair, and five o'clock shadow.

But he couldn't stop..

"Hm.. what does this one's blood taste like, I wonder.." he whispered.

A tilted up that strong jaw.

Long fangs curled out from Lau's always smiling maw, like a serpents. Ready to snap exactly at the right time.

But Lau wanted to.. savor this one.

After all the blood of a man who was this outrageous by his own right, as well as a hunter of Lau's kind in the first place must be quite the delicacy...

Until suddenly pressure was in Lau's chest.

Right exactly at where a heart should be.

And the hunter's eyes squinted open.

"Bite me and it'll be yer last drink, ya damn blighter."

A rugged, sharp combat knife. Of the military kind was digging into Lau's left breast.

Lau's eyes opened a tad wider.

And he smiled fondly at the other man.

"How funny this is, my dear good sir," he purred, "even if you reach my heart, it'll take just that same amount of time for my fangs to puncture your jugular.. You'll bleed out along with me.."

The man chuckled, or tried to. He was struggling to breathe a little, as the vampire truly revealed his true power via grabbing at his measly short locks and tugging at his scalp.

"Sounds 'bout right," he growled, "'t go out not with a whimper but a bang, y'know?"

Lau chuckled too.

And then he was.. mist.

The human man roared a curse or two and started diving forward, swiping at air aggressively with his big knife.

"However I don't want to kill you, you know," the vampire sang out, his voice surrounding the man who couldn't even manage to fully stand up just yet..

"I want to cherish my time meeting and knowing you, for this has been a first for me.."

The man charged in every direction, leaping just when Lau started to form himself even just a little bit solid.

But then face planting immediately.

"I've never met a human so... animated like you in this country.. So stubborn, so unrelenting..."

He easily got right behind the man, grabbed up his throat again with one hand, and the other grabbed up the hand gripping the knife.

"So undaunted about the danger your own life is in.."

"Ah, sod off monster-" The man spat, and then roared when his arm was twisted, the knife slipping from his grip.

"I'm the monster, hm?" Lau hummed, letting his nails sharpen to almost-claws, and dig into the mans neck.

"You're the one who came barging into my legit, hard-working establishment- well-known through-out all of Great Britain I might add -and terrorized my hard working ladies and all of my guests."

He started to lift the man completely off the floor, by his throat.

And let his form go fully solid again.

"Do you really think, by day time, when news hits of your nightly visit here... I'll look like the monster?"

"Yu... th... I..."

Lau's nostrils flaired, and he took a breath in and then out.

He'd gone a bit far, he'd admit... Poor thing couldn't even speak!

Slowly he loosened his grip while also putting the human back down on his feet.

But still kept his hand firmly around that thick neck, as he stepped around, to face him from the front, and meet those bright blue lively eyes.

"Well..?"

The man coughed, and gagged, his face paled. Lau was certain his throat was perfectly fine but well..

Hadn't accounted for the man's still drunken state to catch up once again with him.

Right there, in Lau's proudly pristine private quarters, this grim old drunken vampire hunter found himself curling in and then collapsing and vomiting everywhere.

Lau almost felt he'd cry.

...And then the man stopped moving.

He was out again.

Well.

This had been quite a night.

[what-if-nct]

omg i made a story whilst i was drunk lol

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jonghyun was a dumb man. he didn’t know what he wanted except for taemin. he was all he wanted. without him, he was nothing. he had devoted his life over his single boy that he simply cannot live without the boy. in fact, he wasn’t even a boy. this is just what jonghyun says whenever he thinks about him. he’s a weird one, but what can you say? it’s jonghyun after all.

this one convenient day, he decided to pop to the shops. he saw a pretty girl selling fish and chips. after thinking about it for a while, he decided to approach the small place.

“hello sir! welcome to the fish and chips shop! how may i help you?” she greeted jonghyun. he suddenly fell shy, and had a loss of words. he wanted to tell her how pretty she was, but he just couldn’t. instead, he bit his lip in embarrassment and played with his fingers for a bit.

“sir? are you ok?” she was starting to feel concerned for the young man. she felt like leaving her stall so she could physically check on him and possibly call an ambulance, but stood at her place thinking about her plans.

“sorry ma’am, i just wanted a chippy.” jonghyun exclaimed.

“sir, we are not australian.” she crossed her arms and annoyedly spoke to him. “please speak proper english.”

“mate, if you don’t give my chippy imma do a committee.” jonghyun angrily moaned until the mighty taemin came in to save the day.

“i’m sorry ma’am… he was asking for fish and chips.” taemin explained. this is why jonghyun loves taemin. he saves him during his most vulnerable moments. he was about to throw a fit, but not when taemin is around. he was his life saver.

“taeminnnnnn!” jonghyun whined. he loved him dearly. he gripped onto his shirt and relaxed on his little belly. the cute hyung then began to dance as he waits for his fish and chips to arrive. he sat on his seat and wouldn’t stop wiggling, even when he was told to by taemin himself.

“stop that hyung.” taemin sighed, he held a single lit cigarette in his hand. he was tired of being sober at that very point, but needed something to eat since he has been drinking. he couldn’t think straight. his vision was blurred and there’s was nothing but his boyfriend that was on his mind.

“taemin taemin taemin.” jonghyun went close to taemin’s face, making him feel his minty breath. “i know you’re smoking, taemin.”

jonghyun smiled at taemin and he about to get scared.

“hey! you’re making me uncomfortable!” taemin hid his face, making him seem invisible to the elder.

the two went to grab their fish and chips before sitting back down where they were at. they were peacefully eating their food when minho and sulli slammed into their table and began smooching passionately.

“ew guys! get a room!” taemin complained, holding his plate in the air.

“not in front of my fish and chips!” jonghyun cried before running to the men’s bathroom. taemin went to follow him, just for himself to get lost in his tracks. he was left to think in the mind of jonghyun and work out where he may go. after some thought, he decided to walk inside the men’s bathroom.

when he went inside, there were two more signs — male and female. feeling confused, he went to the male room.

when he came out, there were another two more signs — elamef and elam. he got super angry that he yelled for jonghyun, but with no avail. he really wanted to find his hyung, but it seems like it would be impossible. as he turned around to open the door he came out from, he saw another 2 signs which was the same as previous, male and female. he turned around again and faced the next 2 doors. him wanting to move towards, he went to the elam door.

when he came out, there were now 3 signs — taemin, mark and taeyeon. he has already been confused from the first pair of doors, so it made sense that it had became much worse.

a part of him wants to go to the taemin door since that was his hyung, but he was born in the same year as taeyeon. he doesn’t even know who mark is, so he just went to the taemin door.

at last, he finally sees sinks and toilets. he saw feet from under one of the stalls. as an attempt to find him, taemin sniffed the feet and sure enough it was indeed jonghyun.

“jonghyun! it’s me taemin!” he banged on the door, but only heard faint sobs.

“taemin? taemin!” he opened the door and grabbed onto taemin’s hoodie, raising him an inch from the ground.

“hyung! i’m so glad you’re here!” taemin smiled. it was a very weird day, but he was glad he was able to find his loving hyung.

maybe i need to drink more lol 💀

It's a wonderful story and very well written for you being drunk. How were you able to come up with something so coherent while drunk. Also this is just a reminder I really just kind of want to keep things Stray Kids and NCT. I know a lot of you like SHINee but it's just I want to kind of have some sense of cohesion so it's not so out of control. I'm sorry but you can always message my main blog it's @hyunjins-fat-gf

[lovingdilfs]

Let yourself go. Pt 2

Let yourself go pt. 1

The story is taking place in 1960

19 years and still the biggest virgin on the planet. Maria, your friend got invited to a party where Elvis Presley. When you finally decide to go with her everything changes in one night

(Based on the song let yourself go)

TW: smut, angst and alcohol

Word count 2.9k

The grammar is not it honey, English isn't my first language so bare with me

Guys… look what I found!!! Do you hear purring •_•

"Y/N WAKE UP!" Maria was shaking you drunkenly, almost not even being able to stand on her on two feet.

"Huh, what-" you rubbed your eyes to get a better look at who that were shaken you.

"Honey it's me, come" Maria held out her hand to help you up from the couch. When she pulled you, she tripped backwards landing on her dump. She let out a laugh so loud, Jerry came running in from the entrance.

"You two girls, alright?" He asked while helping Maria back on her feets.

"Y-yeah i'm alright, are you alright" Maria said in a flirtatious voice while cupping Jerry face.

"I'll be alright when I'm done with tonight" Jerry said and kissed her lips passionately. You just sat there, not a thought in your brain, you were just staring into the room.

"Come on baby, let's get your stuff" Maria said looking at you.

"Jerry wait for us outside will you?" She kissed his face once more and moved away from his grip.

"Of course, I'll wait for you until I die" he yelled after her. Maria sent a smirk over her shoulder while holding you tight around your arm.

"Are you going home with Jerry" you asked in a concerned way.

"We are going home with Jerry" she said smiling.

"What no, I'm not going to lay there and listen to you two all night-" Maria hushed you.

"Baby, Jerry lives at Graceland..." she looked at you with wide eyes

"and?" You looked at her, searching for the answer in her eyes

Maria hit you on your arm. "Haven't you paid attention tonight"

"Girl you got me drunk, there isn't any sober brain cell in me right now"

"Elvis lives at Graceland, you dumb fool" she said while her eyes widened

"Maria, i can't, I have made a fool out myself tonight"

"What do you mean"

"First, I yanked at the toilet door while Elvis were inside. Then I spilled my drink all over him" you looked away to hide your redness

“That's great!" Maria almost jumped out of excitement

"Maria, didn't you just hear what I said"

"Ohh I hear ever word, girl you have made an impact on Elvis and now he will remember you!" Her eyes were all over the place.

"No Maria, I made a fool of myself"

She clapped you on the shoulder while following you into the room were the guest things were laid out.

"Now honey, you find your things and then you take your shit together and come out to Jerry and me, and then we get that cherry popped" she ran out of the door while you let out a breath. You slammed the door behind you and walked out to the porch were a beautiful black Cadillac was waiting. Maria popped your head out of the window "Come on miss girl, the night isn't young forever"

You slowly walk over the front seat with your beige coat in your hand, You didn't realize until you've seated in the car, and you heard a familiar voice

"Heeyyy, it's tha toilet girl"

Whyyyyy god do you hate me so much!

You slowly turned your head towards Elvis,

Oh gosh he is so beautiful, if we were alone I would already have been spreading my legs apart.

"Ohh hey" your cheeks were floated with redness. "I thought you went home?" You said to keep the awkwardness away.

"I was home, until this maniac" Elvis pointed towards Jerry "called me up and said he needed a ride"

"Hey don't point" Jerry said playful

"That's sweet, can you drop me off on the way" you said while looking in the mirror, only seeing Maria and Jerry lips colliding.

"You sure? I-I have a guest room you can borrow until tomorrow if u like to" Elvis look at you while turning the key.

Omg! Does Elvis want me to stay! Thank you god love you!

"No it's fine, just drop me-"Maria interrupted as she breathless said "No girl you go home with Elvis and I go home with Jerry and we go home together in the morning! Deal? Yes deal! Now Elvis drive"

You looked at Maria with frowned brows as she pulled into Jerry lips smirking

Oh this bitch is good'

"Sounds like a deal to me" Elvis said while pulling out of the driveway.

What deal? Sex huh!!!

The silence in the car was intense with the background noise of Maria and Jerry's kisses. You just looked out of the window, biting your lip trying not to burst into laughter.

"Should I turn the radio on?" Elvis said. You just nodded almost with tears in your eyes, Elvis looked at you with surprise in his eyes

"What's so damn funny girl"

"I just get so cringe when there is silence" you chuckled out.

"Well you're not the only one" he said and turned the radio on and started to switch around the different channels.

"Wait stop!" You reached out for Elvis hand.

"What lady" he looked at you while your hand was clinging on his.

"Go back....yea!" You slowly pulled your hand away.

"You like Dean Martin?" Elvis said and turned it a bit louder to mute the kisses behind them.

"I love Dean" you said while looking him in the eyes

Unrealistic eyes, too perfect

You started to sing along "There's no telling where love may appear"

Elvis looked at you and smirked and then started to sing along too "Something in my heart keeps saying my someplace is here"

You looked at him while blasting to the song.

Omg I'm sitting inside Elvis motherfucking Presley's Cadillac and sining with him!

You both let out a chuckle while trying to catch some breath before the chorus started

"ready 1..2..3 take it away baby" Elvis said while snapping his finger to the beat

"Everybody loves somebody sometime And although my dream was overdue" You sang it like it was the last thing you would ever say on earth

"Woah girl ya got power in tha voice" he said while looking a you with a smile

Could this day get any better! Did I just a get compliment from Elvis!

"Your turn Elvis! Take it away" You said calmly like the words weren't trembling inside your head.

"Your love made it well worth waiting, For someone like you" He sang it so perfectly.

"Beautiful!" Jerry said while he tried to whistle. You could feel the redness float to your cheek again

Elvis pulled up to Graceland, Jerry and Maria ran out of the car and straight into Jerry room.

"Someone's busy" Elvis chuckled while stepping out of the car and slamming the door. You opened the car door when Elvis offered you a hand.

"Come on, I wanna show you something" he said while reaching for your hand. You took his hand and followed him.

Elvis opened the front door slowly "Close your eyes honey" he demanded. You squeezed your eyes and fingers around his big hand.

"Okay look"

You opened your eyes and the sight took your breath away.

"It's-"

"Beautiful right" Elvis took the words out of your mouth.

You fixed your hair while looking at the beautiful entrance. "Come on baby, there is so much more" Elvis laid a hand on your lower back. A burning sensation were traveling up your spine almost taking your breath away again.

Elvis showed you around the big mansion, describing down to smallest detail in the house.

Not gonna lie, quite fascinating. And hey who wouldn't like a private tour with Elvis

"And here are the promised guest suite" he opened the door.

"Oh god, it's bigger than my house..." you chuckled out

"Everyone says that" Elvis smirked while looking at you leaning against the doorframe.

"Oh who? All the girls you bring home with you" you joked around

"No they usual stay with me upstairs in my bedroom" Elvis laughed

"Do you want a small drink before bedtime?" He asked

"Yes! Give me anything that will knock me out so I don't have to listen to them all night" you walked forward the door, His deep blue eyes was slowly looking you up and down when you passed him.

~

Elvis handled you, a glass of whiskey. "It's fine?" He looked at with frowned eyes.

"Ye-yeah of course" you took the drink of his hand.

U fool, you hate whiskey... but Elvis ugh!

Elvis downed the whiskey and you did the same, you could feel the burning sensation all the way down to your stomach. The taste gave you a nausea feeling.

"Wow a women that can handle her whiskey, I like it" Elvis smirked at you, even though you couldn't handle it, you just played it of.

Elvis poured another drink, giving you do-you-want-another-one look over his shoulder. You nodded a no to him, leaving a smirk on his lips.

"You sure honey, one drink ain't gonna do it if you don't wanna listen to that all night" he pointed at the direction of Jerry door.

"Fine give me another one"

Elvis poured you a another and walked over to the couch with both of the glasses in his hand while the other hand traveled to your lower back. His warmth of his hand were burning through the fabric of your dress.

Just fuck me already!

You both settled down on the couch and Elvis handled your drink. You swirled the glass around watching the whiskey leaving rims on the glass. There were silence or almost, the silence was broken of the sounds of Maria and Jerry.

"So tell me honey, how did you do it" Elvis said while locking eyes with you.

"What do you mean" you said in confusion

"I mean, first you almost break the toilet door down, then you spill a drink on me. But somehow ya still end up at ma house" he tugged a hairpiece behind your ear.

"First of all I'm sorry for what happened at the party - but ending up here wasn't my intention so-" you took a sip of you drink

"Can I kiss you" Elvis said while burning his beautiful blue eyes into yours.

You almost choked at your drink "Excuse me what?"

"Can I kiss, my night will be completed then" Elvis said while slowly leaning towards you.

"What do you-" your sentence were interrupted by a passionate kiss.

Elvis pulled away, his lips were red and hot leaving you in trance.

You looked at them, finishing your sentence "complete the night" you said slowly.

Pulling in to another kiss, Elvis hands cupped your jaw and traveled slowly down your spine.

"Oh gosh your beautiful" Elvis pulled away for a second to look at you.

Finally! God I love you much!

Elvis hovered over you, while your lips still connected. "Just like I imagined" he said

You pressed his chest away

"What do you mean" your eyes traveled from his eyes down to his lips, you were breathless.

"Ever since our little toilet meeting, I've been thinking about ya. Honey you had put me under your spell, and I only pick up Jerry cause I knew were you were waiting for me" he said with a smirk before kissing you again.

Oh this man!

Elvis spread your legs apart with his knee, placing himself in between your legs, grabbing you tighter and kissing you down your neck.

"Elvis I haven't-" his kisses left you breathless.

"You haven't what honey?" His eyes glanced back at you.

"I haven't done it before" you said in low voice, the words were making you red in your face.

He stretched his neck up looking at you fully. "Really?" He said with a confused expression.

You nodded.

"How or I mean look at ya baby" he said, kissing your neck once more.

"I don't know, scared or I have been waiting" you said

"Are you done waiting?" He said looking at you with puppy eyes.

"If you teach me" you could his length hardened between your legs.

"Well baby, I'm gonna teach you what love is all about tonight" he said before kissing and nipping at your bare skin on your neck.

He slowly pulled the straps off your shoulders "Thrust me honey, everything gonna be alright"

You nodded at his words, feeling safe to relax and just enjoy.

He kissed Your bare skin on your shoulder before pulling your down to expose your breast. Your nipples harden with the cold air and his soft lips. You started to lift your hips with kisses.

"Baby don't be afraid just relax and take it real slow" he said lifting his head up from your exposed breast

"Elvis I need you" you said while moaning slightly between the kisses.

Elvis grinned at your words and let his hand slide down to rem of your dress before disappearing under your dress and feeling the damp from your panties. His finger tapped slightly on the fabric, the hot flush from your stomach traveled up to your cheeks.

I need to touch him.

You grabbed his hand before his fingers slipped under your panties. "Let me touch you Elvis" his eyes widened while his dick tightened under his pants.

You pushed him off you, so his back was touching the leather couch. You fumbled with his belt, he took your hands away and helped himself opening it

"All you need is A little rehearsal baby" he said

You smirked at him, you unzipped his pants and his ejection was rock hard under his boxers.

Yours eyes widened by the look at it, "you sure baby" he said while holding your chin.

You pulled yourself up to his face and kissed him tenderly, you grabbed his ejection causing him to moan into your mouth. You slipped your hand under his boxer and began to stroke his dick softly, you ran your thumb on his tip making him lift his hip with the action. He kissed you down the neck finding your spot on it, you let a small moan into the air. He threw his head back when you fastened your pace

"Honey, I'm not holding that much longer if you keep that speed" he sounded breathless like he was on the edge. You pulled away your hand, causing him to whine out. You straggled your legs around him, moving further down to your lips were lined up with his tip.

You pulled him in to your mouth and let him bulk his hip up, causing his dick to touch the back of your throat.

I'm going to vomit! No girl keep it down you can vomit on Elvis!

Your hands grabbed around the length you couldn't fit in and started to stroke it.

Elvis moaned were louder then ever "How can a virgin be so- oh shit!" You pulled away before almost were on the edge.

"Oh shit! Honey where the hell did you learn that" his chest was moving fast. "No idea" you wiped your mouth and Elvis kissed you again.

"Now you just relax and let your self go" he hovered over you and spread your legs. Kissing in between your legs, pulling you panties to the side.

His fingers slowly ran through your wet folds all the way up to your hardened clit, he swirled his finger around it. You threw your head back letting moans out, grabbing his thick black hair with your fingers.

"Oh Elvis"  you legs pulled together when he rubbed it again a little harder.

"Baby, keep your legs apart. Can you that for me" he said looking at you with his dominantly eyes.

Oh fuck! This man

"Y-yes" you stuttered at your words.

Elvis gave his dick a few strokes before lining it up with your entrance "You ready baby?"

You nodded at his words

"Use your words honey"

"Yes I'm ready"

"Okay, take a real deep breath and relax. It may hurt a bit" You did has he said. He slowly thrusted into you, moaning at your tight walls around him.

"Relax honey" he said while he let you adjust to him. The feeling was painful at first but as you adjusted the pain became pleasure.

"So tight baby" he said while leaning forward to kiss you. You let sounds out with each thrust he did.

He picked up his pace, getting you and him close to edge.

"Elvis I think- oh my god" you cupped his sweaty face. "Let your self go baby" and you did.

His words were sending you off the edge, your walls tightened around him, sending him over the edge too.

"You did so good baby" he kissed your forehead before pulling out. "Stay there I will find something to clean you up." He came back with a wet wipe, slowly wiping away his release.

"You okay" he said

"Yeah, I'm better than okay" you were still in you trance.

"Come" he held out his hand and pulled you from the couch.

"Where are we going?" You could hardly walk and Elvis saw it. He threw you on his shoulder and walked upstairs to his bedroom

"I wanna hold you tight, when we fall asleep" he opened the door and placed you on the bed.

"Wow your room"

"I know, it's big"

"Yeah but-" he interrupted you "Pull your dress off, will ya doll" You did as he said.

He found one of his t-shirt, and pulled it over your head, leaving you a peck on the mouth.

"Ready?" He said while pulling the sheets off.

[brendaaaa]

Dumb Russian (Boris Pavlikovsky x fem!Reader)

You stormed into the apartment building, furious with Boris. After three months, three whole fabulous months of dating, you had strong reason to believe he was cheating on you. With none other than your very best friend Theo Decker. You were practically seething as you threw open his bedroom door. “BORIS!”

He looked at you with a thoughtful expression. He was strewn across his unmade bed in just a pair of ratty jeans. A cigarette teetered between his middle and forefingers. “Woah there, принцесса (princess). What is wrong?” “Everything. Everything is wrong Boris! You stupid fucking idiot!” You kicked his bed frame. He looked at you, slightly disturbed. “What did I do?” “Oh! Play dumb, sure you asshole! You know what you did,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. It was a painful truth you had seen written in a notebook in your boyfriend’s untidy scrawl a few days ago. Wish I had Potter instead of my любимая девушка, he’s so good В постели. (Girlfriend, In bed.) It took you three days to translate. Three goddamn days struggling through your English-Russian dictionary, three days poring over the notebook, desperately wishing for it to mean anything else. Anything but the unbearable truth. That Boris was indeed cheating with “Potter”, his stupid nickname for Theo. You spent all night crying, sobbing into your pillow. Tossing and turning and deciding whether or not to confront him. After the few restless hours that you were able to sleep, you woke up angry. And all you wanted was to know why your boyfriend “wished he had Potter.” “Oh god Boris, don’t even give me that innocent face bullSHIT,” you escalated, throwing your arms up in the air. Boris didn’t move a muscle except to take a puff on his smoke. “If it was bullshit, as you say, then why do I not know what you are talking about?” He said calmly. “You idiot!” You screamed, a tear escaping your eye. “You cheated on me!” You choked back a sob. “How could you?!”

Boris still looked confused, but there was a twinge of annoyance in his voice as he said, “Pot calling the kettle black, Y/n?” Your eyes widened in disbelief, as you sniffed, wiping a tear off your cheek. “What did you say?” Boris sat up, discarding his cigarette, “You say...I’m a cheater. But you aren’t one to talk. I know what you do.” You bitterly laughed, “I don’t know if this is some sick game of yours, trying to avoid telling me the truth, but it’s absolute bullshit. Be a fucking man, Boris. Own up to what you did.” “Own up to what? I never slept with anyone else. You are галлюцинации. Псих” (Hallucinating, crazy). “I’m what? Speak english, asshole!” He rolled his eyes to the high heavens. “Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t fucking matter. YOU are a cheater, y/n. I saw you leave his house.” You brushed him off, “No, no, no. I’m not falling for your stupid trick! Just tell me why you did it! Was I not good enough?” You said, emotion spilling out of your words. “Why don’t you tell me, сука?” (bitch) “I saw you. I wasn’t going to tell you I saw. I didn’t think it worth confrontation. But, here you are, being a Псих сука.” (crazy bitch) “So why, y/n, WHY DID YOU DO IT?” He got up, raising his voice and pointing a finger in your face. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” You yelled back. “WHY DID YOU BORIS? WHY DID YOU?” You cried, tears now dripping down your face. “I...did NOTHING,” he spat. “You,” you sobbed. “You hurt me. You HURT ME!” You screamed, backing away from him. “YOU ARE CRAZY! OUT OF YOUR MIND! I DIDN’T CHEAT ON YOU, YOU CHEATED ON ME!” Boris shot back. “NO, BORIS, NO! IT’S THE OTHER FUCKING WAY AROUND! I SAW WHAT YOU WROTE ABOUT YOU AND THEO!”

Boris froze, and you thought miserably, ha, got him. But instead he tilted his head to the side, “Y/n, are you stupid? You know Theo and I used to hook up. Before you. It was probably old. Show me. What did I write?” You glared icily at him through tears, because even if he didn’t actually cheat, he had still accused you of it. Which made no sense at all, as you would never dream of seeing anyone else. But nevertheless, you reached for your backpack and pulled at the notebook, throwing at him.

He managed to catch it before it dropped to the ground after hitting him squarely in the chest, and opened it to the dog-eared page. He scanned it for a moment, then snorted, tossing it on the bed.

“Girlfriend. You thought that was you?”

You nodded, very confused.

“No. Kotku, my ex girlfriend. A real сука,” Boris sucked in his teeth and continued, “I cheated on her. Yes, with Theo. But Theo doesn’t want to be with me. I don’t want to be with him. I’ve been faithful the whole time we are together. You,” he shook his head. “You have not been.”

“Lies,” you wiped your face with your sleeve. “I never ever would’ve cheated on you, Boris. Not in a million years. I don’t know what you saw. But I promise.”

He sneered at you, shaking your head, “Like I’ll believe you. I saw you leave Theo’s house. You probably staged this to try and cover up what you did. Didn’t you?”

“But-Boris, what?” you sputtered, trying to understand. “You friggin’ saw me leave Theo’s house? Well, OKAY! He’s my best friend, I didn’t know hanging out with friends was incriminating evidence all of the sudden,” you said, exasperated.

Boris glared, crossing his arms.

“Dumb russian,” you added for good measure.

“Uh, guys? What’s going on?” A voice asked, and you spun around to see Theo, holding his coat and looking perplexed.

“Oh, thank god!” You exclaimed. “Theo, tell Boris we never slept together!”

Theo made a face, “Excuse me? Boris, what the hell? Why would I sleep with your girlfriend?”

Boris didn’t respond, he actually seemed kind of embarrassed that he was wrong, so you filled Theo in on the fierce argument you just had.

When you were done explaining, he only shook his head, a slight smile on his face.

“What?” you asked, rather defensively.

“Only you two,” he grinned. “Well, go on.”

“What?” Boris raised an eyebrow.

“Apologize to each other, dammit!” Theo exclaimed, and you begrudgingly stuck out your hand.

“Boris, I’m really sorry for assuming the worst. Forgive me?”

He shook it, saying, “I forgive, принцесса” (princess)

“I’m sorry too.” he said. “Want a beer?” He pointed towards the kitchen.

You grinned, “yeah,” and just like that, things were back to the way they always were.

“Come on,” Theo complained. “I came here to hang out, not to babysit you two.”

“Then don’t,” you said sassily.

“Get wasted with us,” Boris suggested.

Theo swore under his breath, then grabbed a bottle.

“Fine. But only a little.”

You and Boris turned, made eye contact, and laughed, knowing that Theo would get plenty drunk in no time. You kissed his cheek, so relieved that you had screwed up, and Boris still loved you.

As if reading your mind, he muttered, “I love you, принцесса,” under his breath, so that you and only you could hear.

Word Count: 1120

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new year’s day - m.tkachuk

a/n: i wasn’t going to write a part two to tis the damn season, but i couldn’t help but feel like new year’s day was an excellent excuse to write one so here we are. i started this blog about a year ago sometime after new year’s and it’s been a little crazy but you guys are honestly awesome. i just wanted to thank you for constantly supporting my fics and chaotic ways i write and all of the people who i get to idea dump with. thank you & have a happy and safe new year’s!

Life was sweet.

Matthew had been blissed out since the moment you both arrived back in Calgary, like the last piece of his life had fallen back into place. You were the kind of peace he needed, someone who anchored him down before his ego got the best of him, and someone who could see past all of the bullshit to begin with. Matthew knew a storm was on the horizon, the talk about what any of this means after you left to go back to St. Louis. Matthew fucked up the first time, because he a dumb kid who wasn’t ready for anything life was about to throw at him. He got scared, all of the new pressure in his life got real and he ran away from the only thing that comforted him.

For the moment, none of that mattered. What was important to him right now was watching you laugh with a few of his teammates in a dress Matthew intended on taking off later.  A laugh he could have recognized anywhere. It was New Year’s Eve, and Matthew was hosting, something he never thought would happen. His teammates thought he was kidding when he asked if they wanted to go to his place for a New Year’s Party, but he was being serious. You outdid yourself, telling Matthew he couldn’t possibly have a party with any sort of decorations.

“You look good with a girlfriend Chucky,” Matthew’s stare was broken but Mark’s voice behind him. A hand lands on his back of his neck to cover the blush. You made him better, that’d been clear from the moment you walked in your freshman English and sat next to Matthew. He had a perfect grade in that class, because he spent a year trying to impress you before he finally just asked you.

“Trying not to fuck it up this time,” Matthew admits sheepishly, because he was so nervous about losing you again, “She’s always been it for me, but I can’t just ask her to stay here-”

“You don’t have to, just let her know she’s part of your plan,” Mark suggests, and it makes sense to Matthew. When you dated the first time, he had all these plans. His plan for where he’d go before he got drafted, his plan to play his first year, and none of them ever included you. Well they did, but Matthew wasn’t about to tell you he wanted to marry you at seventeen. You deserved to know that when he thought about his future, it was with you. 

It was here. It was watching you joke with Johnny and Sam like you’d known them for years. It was the first game you went to after you landed and Matthew got to skate out for warm ups and see you against the glass. It was the other morning when he caught you peeking out the windows of his condo while snow was falling, your eyes sparkling at the site. Matthew couldn’t think of anything else he wanted for the rest of his life besides you.

Matthew excuses himself from the conversation, catching a glimpse at the time. It was five minutes to midnight, a New Year was about to ring in and he got to spend it with you. He sneaks behind you, grabbing your waist and pulling into him, “Hi.”

“Matty,” You squirm, giggling while Matthew tickled at your sides. He didn’t care who heard you call him Matty because it was you. You look up at him, a smile on your face while you pressed a kiss to his cheek. Matthew scoffs, pointing to his lips, “At midnight bubs.”

“Yeah bubs,” Sam teases, Matthew lifting up his middle finger. You grab his hand, lacing your fingers with his.

“Just admit you’re a big baby Matthew, it’ll save us some time,” You smirk, Sam breaking out in laughter. Matthew was a big baby, constantly whining when he couldn’t pull you close in bed or pouting his way through something he didn’t want to do, “Now countdown to midnight with us…”

Five

Four

Three

Two

One

A chorus of cheers and New Year’s wishes filled Matthew’s place, but all of that was static with your lips pressed against his. His hand was splayed across your back, the bare skin peeking out of your dress was on fire from his touch alone. His other hand was tilting your chin up, holding you close to him.

“Happy New Year baby,” Matthew mutters, another quick kiss to your lips before he pulls away. Your eyes fluttered open, snapping back into reality.

By the time it was two in the morning, Matthew had managed to push his party guests out and his next task was you. You were spinning around his bedroom, and Matthew was waiting for you to trip over your own heels every second. You finally flop down on his bed, kicking your feet out, “Please?”

Matthew sighs, pausing from unbuttoning his own dress shirt and sitting next to you on the bed. He unbuckles your heels, “Have fun tonight?”

“I like it here,” You whisper, as if you’d been afraid to admit it. You snuggle into the bed, your eyelids getting heavier by the minute, “Because you’re here.”

“I like it here more when you’re here too pretty girl,” Matthew grins, his eyes soft when he looks down at you, “You need to get out of this dress.”

“Get me out of it,” You smirk, picking your head and giving Matthew a wink. If you weren’t five tequila shots deep he probably would have, but he knew you were far too drunk for that. He chuckles, shaking his head and tossing you one of his shirts and walking into the bathroom. He finally got back into his room, your head on his pillow while you waited for him.

He finally jumps into bed, throwing an arm over your waist and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “Goodnight.”

“Matty?” You call out, whispering before he falls asleep on you. He hums, waiting for you to speak, “Don’t give up on me this time.”

And Matthew could have sworn he felt his heart break.

***

You woke up with a massive headache, only getting worse by Matthew’s snoring in your ear. The past week had been nothing short of perfect, Matthew pulling out all the stops to prove he really did want you back. You roll over in his arms, tracing the side of his face, he wasn’t going to wake up. Matthew hadn’t changed, and that meant he still slept like a rock. Your fingers moved along the stubble across his chin, a new addition with change you were starting to love.

You finally got out of bed, tossing on whatever hoodie Matthew had closest to the bed and padding down the hallway to turn up the heat. Calgary was cold, a bitter kind you were in a hate/love relationship with. Most of the love came from why you were here, and the weather was something you just needed to deal with. You walk through the living room, plastic cups from the night before were covering the place. Confetti and polaroid's thrown across the coffee table with intentions for them to be a problem for another time. You pick one up, of you sitting on Matthew’s lap. You were looking at the camera, a wide smile on your face while Matthew was just looking at you.

“I want that one,” Matthew’s raspy morning voice caused you to jump, his long arm reaching over and holding the picture in his hand, “For here.”

You give Matthew a small smile, watching him run his finger over the picture. He’s quiet for a minute, biting his lip like he’d been debating what to say, “Matty?”

“I see you in my future,” Matthew breathes out, his last and final confession he had to make to both of you, “When I think about all of the things I want, you’re always there.”

“What if it happens again?” You whisper, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. The very real fear of this imploding on the two of you scared you like no other. You had to put those pieces back together alone, and you weren’t sure if you were prepared to do it again, “What if this is too much and-”

“It won’t be, I’m ready this time,” Matthew assures you, “I was ready then too, but I didn’t think you’d be. I had to give you up because you deserved better than following me around while I got myself settled. I am, I’m here and I’m ready for this.”

Matthew’s voice was raw, pleading with you that he was telling you the honest to god truth, “This isn’t going to be easy.”

“I’d rather do hard with you than easy with someone else Y/N,” Matthew smiles, his dimples poking out.

“Matthew I swear if you break my heart again,” You threaten, poking your finger into his chest, “I will let your brother kick the shit out of you.”

Matthew chuckles pressing kisses all over your face, the sound of your laugh flooding his place. You spent the rest of New Year’s cleaning the condo, picking up the empty champagne bottles left from the night before and spending the day on the couch before your flight left.

***

What Matthew didn’t know then, was that it would work. Long distance was rough, but you’d both made enormous sacrifices for each other. It took planes, trains, cars and a whole of patience, but by the time the next year rolled around- things still seemed to work. You walked through the lobby of Matthew’s place in Calgary, your suitcase felt heavier than it had been on any of your previous trips. You had a late Christmas present for him, one that if you didn’t give him in person it wasn’t going to be the same.

“You’re here!” Matthew hops off the couch when you let yourself in, he grabs your waist picking you up and spinning you around. Matthew presses a kiss to your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth when you stopped him, “Babeeeee…”

“Quit your whining, I have something for you,” You stop him, opening up your suitcase and pulling out a folder. He furrowed his eyebrows, sliding it open. It was a job offer. One for your dream position. In Calgary.

Matthew was stunned, speechless while his eyes read over the offer four times. It was real and if it meant what his brain thought it did it meant that a year of long distance was about to be so fucking worth it. His finger ran across the paper, looking up at you. You had a grin on your face, happy with yourself for not telling him until this very moment.

“I’m going to take it, if that wasn’t obvious-” You start to explain, but Matthew had scooped you back into his arms before you could finish speaking. His arms were holding you tightly, muttering something into your shoulder, “What was that?”

“I didn’t say anything,” Matthew’s eyes were bulging out his head, and you narrowed your eyes at him. He was lying to you, you just gave him the best news of his life and he’s lying to you.

“Stop lying”, You demand, stepping out his arms, “Do you not want me here?”

“Fuck, no baby I do, I just-” Matthew sighs, running into his arm and rummaging through his drawers. You stood by the door, confused as to what had gotten into your boyfriend.

“I was going to do this tonight, I even flew out our families, because I got you back on New Year’s and,” Matthew steps back into the room, a blue box in his hand in a color you’d be damned if you didn’t recognize, “In all of my life, I’ve only ever known that I was supposed to be with one person, and that was you. You’re my soulmate, and the world has constantly tried to pry us apart but I swear it just made us stronger. We’re the best god damn team in the world Y/N, and I think we’d be even better if you married me?”

Your hand was over your mouth, tears spilling out while Matthew’s soft blue eyes were staring into yours. He was right, you were the best team in the world. You were two people who could look at each other in a crowded room and know what the other was thinking. You were in love, and the few years where you tried to convince yourself it wasn’t always going to be Matthew at the end were just a part of the story. You nod your head, watching Matthew put that ring on your left hand and you couldn’t help but think about the way you’d get to tell your children and grandchildren your most epic love story.

Because after all, you wanted his midnights, and everyday after that.