#i mean i Could but i gotta work. and fuck dude i am so tired lsghlshgh

[shoezuki]

[baekuras]

Decided I would fix my sleep schedule the same day...I downloaded Baldurs Gate 3

seeing as it is right now 6am-yeah that hasn't worked now has it

[s-4pphics]

its christmas morning! (e.w)

omg y’all it’s fucking 4/20 aka my thanksgiving christmas and valentine’s day😳 

wanted to write for my fav pothead for my fav holiday :O ellie ripping bongs has been imprinted on my brain since that scene in the game yall know which one i’m talking about i don't even gotta say it🙄 i am very high rn so if there’s a typo or mistake no!! there’s!! not!! love y’all bye 

wc;cw: 2.7k, oc n ellie r both in college, WEED!!! WEED WEED WEED!!!, 21 savage :p catch it, sexual tension y’all know how i get down, descriptions of sex MDNIIII, dubcon(they’re very high), ellie’s so cute but also a lil mean, hair pulling ;D

“c’moooon dude, just one hit!” ellie said with a wide grin while softly nudging your shoulder with hers, her packed and filled miniature glass bong and lighter sitting on the coffee table in front of the two of you. 

ellie had sent you a text message after you got out of your last class saying it was her favorite fucking holiday so get ur ass over here! you knew she would hate it if you—her main smoking buddy—missed out on the new bud she got from someone on campus, so you packed an overnight bag with four of your own blunts that you rolled for her(you learned that tropical breeze was her favorite flavored wrap during one of your seshes!), and made your way over to her off-campus apartment complex. you knew there was no way you were going to be able to walk home tonight since you planned to get as fried as humanly possible. 

you’d arrived inside her building and scaled the stairs to the third floor before you banged on her door. fuck, you were winded! what’s up with the elevators not working—

a muffled what’s the password?! had come from the other side of the door as you gasped for air. 

“stop playing games, i’m tired!” 

you’d heard her laugh as the door swung open, revealing an already high, smiling ellie: you were immediately hit with the smell of the weed she’d apparently already smoked. she looked so cozy, her black hoodie and gray sweatpants littered her body, her hair in a loose ponytail. you looked down at her giant frog slippers before she broke the silence between you two. 

“it’s christmas morning! welcome to my trap house!” she’d excitedly squealed out, gesturing for you to come in. 

she guided you to her and her roommate’s living room couch as she lit one of the blunts you rolled (and then another one) for you both to share. you felt relaxed after smoking them down, but you told her you needed more, and she was more than willing to give you that. she’d ran to her bedroom and grabbed her trusted friend, as she called the smoking utensil. 

“i’ve never used one of those before.” 

“…are you fuckin’ serious?” ellie asked with wide, red tinted eyes. 

“um, yeah. why would i lie?” you asked blankly.

“that’s not what i meant, you smoke pretty often so i assumed. my bad.” she put her hands up in defense at your tone. 

“you don’t need to apologize,” you said before pausing to look at the bong. it was pretty: it was clear, but there were hints of blue further down the base. it reminds you of the ocean. you stared at it before breaking the silence. 

“what does it feel like?” 

“what? hitting it?” she asked as she nodded towards the bong on the table. 

you nodded at her, and she shrugged before sarcastically answering. 

“it feels like you're smoking,” she said with dramatic jazz hands. 

you pushed her as she laughed, “obviously, bitch! i mean when you're high. people always talk about it hitting way harder than any other pipe.” 

“because it does! you choke hard as fuck if the rip is big but it feels good afterwards. you smoke, you know what i’m talking about. it’s… the peak is just more… intense with bongs? i guess, i don’t know. i can only take like…three or four good hits, not gonna lie.”

you nodded as you listened to her rambles. ellie’s tolerance was definitely higher than yours, but you could hang—which was one of the main reasons she liked to smoke with you. you always felt nervous to hit from a bong because of all of your friends' horror stories. you heard so many variations of how hard they greened out the first couple of times they did it, and though you’d never admit it to anyone, their experiences freaked you out. you always smoked weed to relax and sleep, not see god. 

“…hm.” 

“what?” ellie smirked at you when she heard your acknowledgement. 

you were looking at the bong intensely as you imagined what your high would be like if you were to smoke out of one: you’d be so embarrassed if ellie was forced to talk you down from a bad trip because you didn’t know your limits. but the mention of its intensity intrigued you. how intense would it be? would you be able to move? think? 

“you wanna hit it and see what happens?” 

her quiet voice caught your attention. you looked to your right and… oh. she was really close to you. when did she get so close? 

“…yeah.” 

you were now sitting criss crossed on the couch as ellie faced you, packed, water-filled bong and lighter in hand. 

“hitting is pretty easy, but your throat burns like crazy. this is my smallest one, but… yeah, it might choke you.” 

“‘s fine.” 

she hummed in acknowledgment before she said, “i’ll go first just so you can see.” 

you nodded as you watched her put her lips at the opening of the tube. she lit her lighter and circled her flame around the bud-stocked bowl, igniting the flower as smoke slowly began to fill the base of the bong. 

when she was satisfied with the rip, she detached the bowl from the stem and sucked in the smoke, exhaling a large cloud away from your face. she cleared her throat as she passed it to you, “see? easy.” 

you took the bong and lighter from her hands and inspected it. you heard her snort from in front of you, meeting her eyes as you looked up. “it’s not gonna bite you, dude.” 

“i fucking know that,” you said with a soft glare, making her laugh harder. 

she reached over towards the coffee table and grabbed the small baggie of your rolled blunts. she took one out and grabbed another lighter out of her hoodie pocket, lighting the end and puffed on it to ignite the weed. she hadn’t noticed that you’d been watching her the whole time with an intense gaze. 

she finally looked up at you and nodded at your occupied hands. “you gonna hit it?” 

fuck. yeah, you were. you were. you nodded hard. she mumbled out a soft you don’t have to, but you shook your head at her, yes, you do! 

you brought the opening towards your lips and looked at her for approval, earning a small nod as she exhaled her own smoke and smiling, “carry on, young pupil.” 

you lightly kicked your knee against hers, earning a soft laugh. you took a deep breath before igniting the bowl and watched smoke fill the base. you weren’t sure how long you should wait before you took a rip, so you met her eyes again, awaiting instruction. 

“you don’t need to smoke all of that. ‘s a lot.” she advised, slurring slightly, smoke pooling out of her nose as she spoke. you didn’t listen, though. 

you removed the bowl as she did, and sucked in all of it. you breathed out and instantly started coughing up both of your lungs as she laughed, grabbing you a water from the table, opening it, and passing it to you. you dropped the lighter and exchanged the large pipe for the water in her hand. “fuckin’ idiot, i told you not to.” 

you choked harder as tears flooded your eyes, but even in your time of weakness, you flipped her off. she giggled before pretending to bite it off. 

as your coughing eased, you slowly sipped from your bottle and wiped the tears off your cheeks. “bro, what the fuck.” you said dryly, sipping more water. 

she laughed hard at you as she lit and ripped from the bong again. 

some time passed and you were starting to feel… something different as you came up. you knew you were going to peak soon, but the lift was coming in much harder. much faster. it was making you a bit antsy. 

ellie must’ve noticed your unfocused looks around her living room because she aligned her eyes with yours and whispered out a hey. 

“hi… i think i feel… feel it,” you whispered back, a slight shakiness to your voice. 

“okay. want me to turn some music on?” and you nodded before she could even finish her gentle proposal. you watched her every move as she got up and swiftly made her way over to the kitchen, turning on her speaker. “what you wanna listen to?” 

“g-glock in my lap.” 

“everywhere i’m strapped,” she said as she mimed jerking off with her tongue out. she's so gross… why was it getting you hot? 

she busted out laughing at her own joke before she played it, queueing her own list of songs before returning back to the couch to get in her previous position. 

“what’s your craziest weed story?” you asked the minute she sat down, cutting mumbling of the lyrics off. 

“craziest weed story?” she asked softly as she reignited her stubbed out blunt. 

“bong story. craziest bong story,” you corrected yourself slurrily. oh, this shit was hitting. 

she huffed out a laugh before talking. “…i don’t know if you wanna hear that right now.” 

“why? was it that bad?” 

“it was the exact opposite actually.” she corrected softly. had she leaned a bit closer to you? you couldn’t tell. 

“one of the best highs of my life, to be honest. wish i could go back to that day and just to feel it again.” 

“what happened?” 

she was silent for a moment, looking into your eyes with an intense gaze. 

“i… i met this girl on hinge— don’t fucking laugh!” she said as she smiled. 

it made you laugh harder. “i’m not—i’m not trying to, i promise!” 

she rolled her eyes as she continued. “anyway, we linked up after talking for a bit, and she told me she wanted to match. i drove hours to see her, she was so fuckin’ hot.” 

you hummed as she continued, giggles completely forgotten as your vision tunneled in on her. “so, we meet and we go up to her room. i think… her roommate had company over or something, it was really noisy when i walked in. anyway, we spark up, we’re smoking, and she’s just like hit my bong with me!, and i said sure.” 

you’d been watching her lips move the entire time she was talking. she’d been biting and licking them as she reminisced while hitting the blunt, and it was making your body hot. 

“she hit it first and passed it to me, and i’m like… what the fuck do i do with this contraption? like, you have to understand that it wasn’t a bong like mine. it was wide and long as fuck and the rips were huge. anyway, she showed me but… she was so close to me. like this.”

she leaned closer to you, your noses almost touching. your breathing picked up. “she was just talking me through the first hit, light this, pull that, y’know.” 

to be frank, you didn’t give a shit about this story at all, but you would listen to it over and over again if it meant she’d be this close to your face—

“and sex while high feels so fucking good—“

“huh?” 

“what?” 

“who had sex while high?” 

“… me‘n my hinge date.” 

she squinted her eyes at you before she grinned. “were you listening?” 

“yup.” 

“right.” she said as she cheesed. 

there was silence as you both looked at each other, but she inched a little closer to you and whispered. “wanna know a secret?” 

you nodded instantly. anything anything—

“she made me cum really hard after i hit her bong, like i went completely brain dead.” 

and you sucked in a sharp breath at her little secret before saying, “i’m sure…” 

“you’re sure?” 

“yeah.” 

she nodded at you, passing you the blunt she'd been nursing before she scooted back to reach for her bong and lighter off the table. she hit it again and you watched. you watched her so closely. 

“what’d she do?” you asked as you took a bold hit before stubbing it out on the ashtray on the table.

“who? m’date?” she asked as she blew another cloud away from you. 

you nodded much harder than you should’ve, but you were so curious. 

she smiled at you before elaborating, “so… i hit it, i’m choking hard as fuck, but she’s handing me water and rubbing my back and all of that shit.��� 

“i finally calmed down, and we both laid down on her bed, we’re like… facing each other,” she explained, trying to demonstrate their movements through her occupied hands. 

remember when you said you didn’t give a shit about this story? you did. you really did. 

“she just starts… rubbing on my arm and stuff. like barely, but i feel it, and i start relaxing. like… it feels like i’m sinking into her bed. she starts telling me how cute i am and whatever and then… she just kisses me. it’s real cute at first,” she said with a gentle grin. 

“but she… she grabs my hips and pulls me closer… i can’t even remember what happened but i end up on my back and she’s eating me out and fingering me,” she’d been looking off into the distance throughout the whole story, but reconnects her eyes with yours, and they slowly drift down to your lips and you want to kiss her so fucking bad—

“when i came, i kinda just… blacked out, i felt like my brain was gonna come out my ears…like, in a puddle or somethin’ crazy,” she had the audacity to giggle at her statement. she didn’t even care about how wet her story just made you, how rude! 

“…but yeah,” she mumbled and nodded, suddenly averting her gaze from your mouth. she leaned towards the bong in her hand, lighting and ripping from it again.

instead of politely blowing the smoke away from your face like she’d been doing, she held eye contact and blew the cloud towards you, and you breathed it in like you wished to breathe her in. she reached to the side to place the pipe and lighter back on her table and looked down at your twitching hands before she asked, “you okay?” 

you nodded slowly and dazed, slowly blinking at her, and she smirked as she leaned closer to you again. this was the closest she’s been to your face, and all you could do was study her. memorize every detail on her face. she's so, so pretty. 

“ellie.” 

“yeah?” she breathed out and you barely heard it. 

“kiss me.” you replied just as quietly. 

she licked her lips again as she looked down at yours. you were nearly panting like a dog and you could tell she was getting off to your desperation by the smirk on her face. 

you leaned closer to her in attempts to close the distance, but ellie moved away before you could. 

so you tried again. 

and she moved away again. and then she leaned back onto her propped elbows, one of her knees bent up. 

“c’mere.” 

you moved before you could think, shifting onto your wobbly knees to crawl on top of her, your hands on either side of her head as she straightened her legs out so you could straddle her waist.

you felt her warm hands grab your hips to squeeze them. you placed your weight on both your elbows and leaned down so you could finally kiss her. you want a kiss! you want a kiss now! 

your head was yanked back before you could connect your lips to hers, and you let out a shocked, wet gasp as you grinded down on her impulsively. you want more more more—

she snorted at your reaction before bringing her mouth up to your ear to whisper, “i want another hit.” 

her hand loosened in your hair as you watched her laugh at you with her head thrown back, a shocked expression on your face. no way she just played you like that!

“fuck you,” you said with an embarrassed pout as you sat up and moved off her lap, sitting the farthest away from her as you could. 

“i know you want to, hand me that lighter,” she said, nodding her head towards the table while giggling. 

you grabbed and threw it at her chest, making her laugh louder. 

hahaaaa i gotchu yall thought they were gonna fuck? SIKE but omg yall make sure to get high byeee

[bugboysgf]

Hate + Love

Chapter 2

series masterlist

Previous chapter

Summary: There is a thin line between love and hate but what if it's way thinner than you thought?

“Hi, im suppose to be tutoring somebody.” you told the lady at the front desk. The last 2 weeks had been stressful but out of extreme luck you managed to get all A’s but that also meant you had to tutor the people that were not doing so well in school.

“Oh yes, you must be Y/n.”

“I am.” you confirmed.

“Min Ho.” The lady calls his name and he jumps out of his seat.

“You gotta be kidding me.” you look at Min ho and he seems just as surprised as you are. “There has to be some sort of mistake, I can't tutor him.” the lady looks at her computer for a second and looks back at you.

“Sorry but there is a specific note from the teacher saying you can't switch.”

“What? Who wrote that.” you asked.

“It was your math teacher. Take a seat and get started.”

“I can't believe this.” you said sitting down.

“Do you think I want to do this? I have no choice.” Min ho rolled his eyes.

“Whatever can we just get started.”

After two hours tutoring you were done but to you i feel like 5 hours because every 10 minutes you and Min ho were arguing about something different.

“Thank you.” Min Ho says. You look at him in shock, you were never expecting those words to come out of his mouth.

“You have manners, I see. Can I get an apology too?” you asked hopefully.

“It happened almost 3 weeks ago, get over it.”

“God you're such a bitch.”

“Takes one to know one.”

—-

“We have Alex next.” Kitty said. “Oh my god we still have to walk up the stairs.” you said, you were tired already and it was only your 2 period.

“Do you want to go to a ramen place after the 5th period?” Kitty asked.

“Im Pretty sure I don't have to tutor today, so yes.”

“How is it? By the way, you are still not getting along.”

“Nope now i have to sit with him in alex class, because he wont let me change seats.” you rolled your eyes.

“Dude you have 4 months left until winter break, at least try to stop hating each other.”

“He's the problem, not me, he won't apologize. He said thank you yesterday when i tutored him but that's it.” you explained to Kitty. You honestly don't think that you and Minho would get along every chance he gets to make fun of you. He's gonna take it and you're tired of it.

“The problem is that you are both stubborn.” Kitty grabs the handle of the door and lets you into the class, she gives you a ‘be nice look’ and takes a seat.

You walked over to your seat and to your surprise Min Ho was already sitting down, he was always late. You take a seat and don't say a word to him.

“No greeting?” he asked

“What do you want?” you say in a cold tone.

“Woah, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” he smirks.

“I just don't have time for your bullshit today.”

Lucky Alex didn't have you guys do anything with your partner work today you didnt think you could handle it anyways.

You grabbed your things and stuffed them into your backpack.

“y/n?” you stopped in your tracks and looked at the guy that called your name. Minho also stopped and looks at him.

“Yes?” you look at him confused. You've never seen this guy in your life and you had no idea why he was talking to you.

“I'm Derek, I was just trying to see if i can get your number.” you look around to see if anybody was watching and behind him were his friends waiting to see your next move. You didn't want to seem stuck up or anything, so you just smiled and typed your number into his phone.

“Great, I'll text you.”

“Cool” you watch him walk away and turn to Min ho. “And why did you stay?”

“What does he want with you?” “What do you mean?”you asked, confused.

“His dad is literally a millionaire.”

“I honestly dont give two fuck about that.” you said.

“It had to be a dare.” Min ho shook his head.

“Oh really? Just because an attractive guy asked for my number that means it has to be a dare?” you said offended. Min ho knew he messed up, he always jokes around but he knew that what he said really affected you.

“That's not-”

“Save it.” you walked away.

—

For the next few weeks you continue talking to Derek, you thought he would be a jerk but turns out he wasn't. He was really nice and listened.

“Where are you going?” Min ho asked Q. “Oh the nature club is having a hike today.” Q said, putting on his shoes.

“Great i'll come” Min ho got up from the couch. “You can't.” Q said.

“Why?” “Club members only.” “Dude i went last time.” Q stayed silent and didn't say anything. “Unless you don't want me to go for some reason?” “It's not that I don't want you to go, it's just that y/n and Derek are going to be there and I don't want you messing it up for her. She told me what you said when he asked for her number.” Q confessed.

“That's not what I meant, I tried to tell her that.”

“You should have said it in the first place, are you jealous or something?” Q asked.

“What no… no”

“Yup that sounds so convincing.”

“I don't like her, I hate her.”

“You know, you can hate and love somebody at the same time.” Q said shutting the door.

Min ho stood there thinking there's no way that he loves y/n? He hates her too much.

[hatsunevitu]

i, personally, am not really into stan getting into kyman’s way and trying to stop them from dating, but it seems to be one of the most popular trope for stan in kyman fics. and although i can see the appeal, i prefer another option.

please think about stan who’s actually helping kyman to get together.

so cartman has a big and (as he thinks) unrequited crush on kyle, and he decides that the fastest and most effective way to win kyle’s heart is to get stan’s support since stan and kyle are the best friends. and if you have stan by your side, you can say that half of work here is done.

and as a professional manipulator cartman convinces stan into helping him – he plays the “i’m on my meds & went through therapy” card, he says that stan is the one who gotta understand how broken heart and unmutual feeling hurt, that it’s almost their prom and cartman doesn’t have enough time to hit on kyle properly – and who knows, maybe they won’t even be in touch after kyle enters the university, so cartman has only one chance. he swears on his life he’s never gonna hurt kyle, and he flatters stan by saying he always hated him the least out of all the boys.

and stan as a hopeless romantic and sucker for stories with unmutual crushes finally gives in agreeing to help cartman. bonus if wendy is totally into this idea because a) it’d be amusing to watch them having their drama; b) she supports gay rights and wrongs; c) she think that kyle would be like a good influence for cartman and could “fix him” (my girl has never been so wrong in her entire life)

so they all start a whole new project for making kyle consider cartman as a proper romantic partner.

cartman: Okay. You have to invite him to the cinema BUT you will dump him at the very last minute so he’ll have to go there with me. What movie should we choose?

stan: Uhhh… There’s a new DC movie?

cartman: DUDE! Even I know he’s more of a Marvel fan.

stan: Well, I’m- I’m not supposed to memorize his preferences by heart, you know!

cartman: You’re his best friend?????

btw stanman and candy bonding over there :333

so wendy and stan help him to plan the whole dates, but the minor problem is that they have veeery different understanding of the romance.

wendy: The best way to win his heart and make some obvious hints is to take him out for a romantic dinner in the restaurant!

stan: No way, Kyle’ll hate that! Take him for a basketball game, he loves basketball.

cartman: …Can’t I just invite him to watch “The passion”?

wendy&stan, indignantly: CARTMAN!

cartman: What? It’s symbolic!

so they end up convincing him that kyle is never gonna like cartman if he doesn’t hide his true self, so he has to pretend a lot. he hates this idea, but eventually agrees and starts faking his behaviour being all nice, polite and kind-hearted, but every time their dates become a mess. and kyle seems to react veeery negatively, because even though he thought he wanted cartman to change, and he’s supposed to be happy that cartman is finally acting like a decent normal person – deep down he can’t get rid of this vague feeling that something is wrong, that he’s faking. and it irritates him so much he gets more and more angry and yells at cartman almost every time, even though there are no visible reasons for that.

and one day cartman just freaks out because he’s tired of faking, and if kyle doesn’t like the real cartman, than fuck him. and he finally asks him out the way he truly wanted – with mean jokes, rude behaviour, they just go to kfc and then sit at home watching dumb horror movies in cartman’s bedroom. and that was the first time they kissed – the first time in a long time when kyle saw cartman’s real self. and oh boy did he missed it.

[tired-old-men]

Dude where was this blog when I was 12? I was obsessed with the Brotherhood so much I had the whole family tree memorized. I would info dump at the drop of a hat. I would be so feral about these sad old men and no one- not my family, my friends, or even my dogs- understood what the FUCK I was even talking about so eventually I just shut up and stopped thinking about it. And then my dash is full of Knuckles and now I’m like *gasp* “THE SAD OLD MAN CLUB!” and then you are just here??? Talking about this thing that I literally thought no one except me cared about??? Hello??? Shall we have a spring wedding???

MY BROTHER IN ECHIDNA I FEEL YOU ON A METAPHYSICAL LEVEL!!! I have never connected so hard to an ask in my life. I was hella obsessed with these guys in my teens! I knew their family tree by heart, knew their lore inside and out, I doodled Edmund and Dimitri in my science notes in class constantly, shit these guys lived rent free in my brain with how much I daydreamed about them! I might have had like 3 people tops on deviantart at the time that I could even talk to about these guys, who actually knew who they were and even made art and content for them.

Then came a period of time I ended up leaving the sonic fandom entirely, probably a mixture of being made to feel discouraged in liking my interest from my offline peers and family (back when liking Sonic din't made you a cool kid but a target) as well as getting hyperfixated on other things I just... moved on sadly. It wasn't until last year I want to say, that I stumbled upon @julie-su's art and realized that it was made in recent year, that I got genuinely excited for these guys and the sonic fandom again. You can also imagine my subsequent heartbreak when I found out about the Ken Penders lawsuit and how all of these beloved characters ended up... But as the saying goes if you want something done right you gotta do it yourself! Got sad that there's no more art of these dudes time to make some! It's how I ended up coming back to tumblr and getting to meet more echidna loving individuals and honestly I wouldn't go back not one bit. I'm sad that I feel like I missed out on the Archie comic fandom era back when the comics were still publishing, but I'm glad to be making up some lost time by indulging in the grandpa gang with my online buds. I can't imagine my life without these sad old dudes living rent free in my mind, they keep me entertained, they make me laugh, and bring me much comfort. It makes me so happy to see fans of these guys and new content being made for them just get me so fucking excited and happy.

Most of the time making content for them seems like I am screaming into a void considering how obscure they can be. But in the end, I don't I think I have had more fun creating art and writing than when I started drawing them again. In a way I keep them alive in my memories through my works and that makes me happy. I know the few that know and love these characters also love to see them still around, and have been big inspirations for me to create my own stories and headcanons for these characters and I will forever be grateful for them enriching my life with their creativity. Always a delight to meet someone that loves these tired old men as much as me, your comment literally made my day! Thank you for being awesome and for even liking my works, It really means a lot to know theres still love out there for these characters. I'm always happy to chat with a fellow guardian fan so please don't be a stranger! Besides, we have to frolic down the hills of Angel Island in the eve of our honeymoon~

[mayalaen]

con 'verse au au

Because I can't get THIS POST out of my head. Dean/Cas AU of CON 'verse

“dude what the hell you just fucking rear ended me”

“I apologize. It was completely my fault. Give me a moment, and I'll call my insurance agent to see if I'm covered for this.”

“yeah, you better because im not fucking paying for this”

*cas gets on the phone* “I rear-ended someone, and I'm just going to kill him because I really don't want to pay him for it."

“what the fuck did you just say?”

“Do you mind? I'm having a private conversation with my insurance agent.”

*back on phone* “I killed my insurance agent because I did some digging and found out he killed his sister, so I don't have insurance. I need you to come pick up the body after I kill this guy. I'm on the side of the road.”

"are you fuckin' with me right now? bc this isn't funny"

*rolls his eyes* "Yes he's cute. No. NO! *sigh* Okay, yes I can ask him out instead, but I don't know why you always talk me out of things like this. No, I am NOT mixing up my feelings of attraction with my desire to murder!! I don't get crushes! You KNOW this!"

"seriously dude this isn't going to work. you owe me. you don't scare me at all"

*REALLY heavy sigh* "Fuck. You're right. I'm hard already, and all he's doing is bluffing because he's scared of me. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. I may or may not bring him to meet you. Depends on how well this goes."

*gets off the phone* "Here's my number. Give me yours."

*stares for a moment* "you mean my insurance info?"

"Fine. Whatever. Yes. Your insurance info and your phone number."

*Dean hands Cas his business card and insurance card*

*Cas shifts awkwardly for a moment* "I'm not good at this part. Will you just come to breakfast with me? I don't like being around a lot of people, so I'll pick up some sandwiches from the place around the corner and we can eat in the park."

*clearly interested* "sandwiches for breakfast?"

*pulling a face* "Oh, I forgot most people like certain foods at certain times of the day for some reason."

"no it's okay i could go for a sandwich."

*hopeful* "Really? Even after what you just heard?"

*nodding* "yeah. it's the most fucked up but interesting pick-up line i've ever heard and i gotta be honest, i'm fucking sick of the tired smooth pick-up lines"

"Oh, well then I'll add that I can't wait to tie you up on my table and lick every inch of your body."

*considering for a split second* "okay let's go forget the fuckin sandwiches"

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Things I Noticed While Writing Light The Fuse: Part 13, Episode 5

I wasn't prepared for the amount of arm in this one 😳

That backseat sure looks comfy and roomy huh 😳

I count three bottles and two candy wrappers, and Johnson's the only one I ever see eating candy, he has a sweet tooth guys I'm so right

Who the fuck says indisposed when they mean sleeping, Matty?? Also hi I missed you 🥰💙 the framing of his hair around his tattoo is so nice ohmygosh so pretty

HEY WAIT I got so used to watching the extended version while writing that I forgot this shot was also extended in the shorter one! I forgot I got to see Matty stretching for the phone and Ethan getting all comfy how could I- I only noticed it when I went to gif the next shot! Evil, truly evil to deprive watchers of one or the other why did they do this 😩

I can't get over how sleepy they are. Ethan gets Death By Nutshot Via Phone and Matty gets to nap for a bit. He said that he's always up to watch the sunrise so I do not doubt he just went back to bed and that's why he's both grumpy and woke up before Ethan. Look at him get cozy again when his hands come up, wow, he's getting five more minutes and no one's gunna stop him 🥰

I really think he must be super tired and grouchy cause there's no way he'd forget about Ethan's mom after what he said, that doesn't compute to me even though the line is funny

I am staring. I am sweating. I am gripping my desk so hard the wood is cracking. Jesus fucking christ.

Also where did Ethan go, his door is open but he's not on the porch?

This was the moment I realized that I was In Love. Not just in love, but In Love. I even filmed it on my phone to share it with my sibling cause screencaps wouldn't cut it. This tells more of a story than I ever will. The blanket that was obviously shared for him to be comfy and warm, still folded and not even under his head. The many bottles and butts laying there. The cigarette still in his mouth. This man sat there smoking and drinking until he literally passed out while the other two had lovely sleeps in the car. Maybe Matty sat with him before taking the front seat cause Ethan stole the back first. My god, I love these men so much.

Plus the shelves being gone tells me the run is over but still going since they're obviously on the road and still need it. I left them there in my fic, no idea why they're missing other than he wants to spread out for the night. God I can't get over Matty just giving him a kick when a smooch would work just fine 😌 this is why I made Johnson such a quick riser, once he's up he is up

She was almost a mom again, his delivery in this scene is so on point, I also had a thought while I giffing this, but what if the tattoo on his wrist is for his dad? ;w;

I love the names they give these places so much lmao

I love his delivery here, he's getting so tired of all these questions, dude just wants to sleep for one single morning and not be asked 1000 details about his work in a suspicious manner

Gif 200! And it's for me to say that there had better be a bathroom around back or else Matty just pissed in the field :'D god were they trying to kill me by having him look like that though for r e a l also I checked the entire season, Matty wears this black undershirt multiple times, unless it's the two times Ethan does, where Matty does not, and both take place when they're not on runs and only have a few outfits each. Hiiiiiiiighly suspect, they're sharing clothes guys these men are dating

I lovelovelove Ethan being fed up with her, I love writing him knowing she's using him and giving her crumbs just to get her to stop, I love writing him pleading with her to leave Matty and Johnson out of whatever she's doing, and I love how much I get to ramp all of it up because he's still gotta go to her motel room with a gun

He says 11 days and not 'around 11 days' so that's how long each run is to me every time, they got a good travel system going

I went to comment on the candy because sweet tooth, Johnson has such a sweet tooth, and it's blue too (Matty's colour 💙), that bag is so full of treats, and Matty with his normal soda instead of beer for once, and then I noticed that Johnson's shirt is only half tucked in and my brain turned into white noise. Matty's pants match Johnson's shirt so well I'm going to eat my keyboard, and the cuffs being also high enough to show of his bright red socks, and THE SHOES. TOMORROW I'M TALKING ABOUT THE SHOES FINALLY GUYS.

They're both staring him down so hard here, they're really making sure he's fine after that call, I don't doubt they were watching him through the window like he was watching them

If I turned and saw this I'd just die.

I was going to attempt and do both unchanged scenes in this one, but I'm not going to do that, the amount of arm would send me into a stupor, see you tomorrow~ ❤️💙💛

[fictionplumis]

Some progress has been made!

I saw a Cardiologist yesterday and almost broke my "did not cry during a doctor's appointment" streak. (We are up to 3 now, woot!)

So basically, my heart is doing one of two things. Either it's going, "I need to emulate my hero and savior Sonic the Hedgehog," and is always beating so fast for no legitimate reason. Like with POTS. Or it's going, "Oh shit, this place is fucked, I gotta beat faster to make sure all the blood goes to the right places." This would be my heart reacting to another factor in the body and feeling like it's necessary to speed up, like if I had some underlying rheumatalogical condition.

I already knew things like POTS could really fuck up your system, and I've never been officially diagnosed but I've been pretty sure I've had it since high school, when I mentioned to my mom that I get tunnel vision everytime I stand up and she immediately took me to get an MRI. I didn't think it would make just existing doing the bare minimum to live such a hell.

Anyway, he's putting me on meds to slow my heart down. Either these meds will work and I'll feel weird for a bit and then start feeling better as my body adjusts, meaning it IS my heart deciding to go 130 BMP for funsies while I'm doing literally nothing, or the meds will work but I'll feel much, much worse because my heart does, in fact, need to go that fast because this place is fucked.

And by this place, I mean my body.

Now, he did mention working out! He explained that he would usually start treatments for something like this without medication first, but unlike the rheumatologist, he took my struggles seriously and said that since simple, daily tasks are such a struggle, and my heart rate is so high at rest, the medication needs to come first so I can get to the point that I CAN start low effort physical therapy.

He also asked if I had researched my symptoms online and if there was anything I've found or heard of that I felt matched my symptoms best, which god fucking bless dude, that's one hell of a green flag for a doctor.

The hardest part about dealing with doctors for me is that I have this defense mechanism where I am "an open book" and speak honestly and openly about my struggles, but in a very friendly and humorous tone. Like, "I'm so emotionally exhausted that I can't concentrate on much anymore. I've beaten Baldur's Gate like twelve times because I know everything that happens and it's low effort now. I'm so tired of playing Baldur's Gate, man." It's true! My tone usually implies humor and a joke, and I guess that makes people go, "Oh, things are difficult for her but she's okay enough to make light of them."

And I don't know how to not do that?

Even the nice doctors that took me "seriously" still didn't seem to quite understand the full scope of me saying, "I haven't left the house for eight months for anything but doctor's appointments. I haven't seen my friends in eight months. My family goes to eat dinner without me and brings me home lukewarm, soggy food in a takeout container. I've had to stop my sewing projects because my arm gets tired so quick holding down a sewing pattern that I can't trace around it without taking a break, and then the pattern gets misaligned and I get frustrated and start crying. I'm on antidepressants because I can't do any of my hobbies, I have nothing to distract me from this hell where simply reaching up for a cup in the cabinet feels like a herculean task, my room is a mess because I can't clean it up, and I was crying three to four times a day. Now I only cry once or twice a week. I am scared, and lonely, and everyone in my house works full time so it's hard for them to help, and I try not to ask them for much. When I do need to ask for help, I often spend a few hours having an anxiety attack before working up the nerve, and if they say no, I feel guilty for immediately bursting into tears over it and making them feel bad about it. My hair looks awful because I usually keep it short but I can't go through the effort of getting dressed and leaving the house for a haircut, so I took a pair of scissors to it in a Britney Spears style meltdown and you know what? She had the right idea!"

I guess something in my tone just implies hyperbole? Or maybe I don't come across as distressed enough while saying it, so they think it can't be possibly be this awful, life-ruining thing? Unfortunately, breaking down crying doesn't convince them either, I've tried that already. So IDK how to get doctors to understand what I'm feeling.

This guy, though?

I front of his two student shadows, this motherfucker, who is the softest spoken person I've ever met, by the way, leans over his knees and looks me dead in the eye to say, "I want you to know that you're an amazing person. I can't imagine the kind of strength it takes to deal with this for as long as you have with no answers, and still be pushing yourself to come to appointments like this when everything is so difficult for you. If this is cardiac related, I want you to know that we're going to figure this out and get you back out there in the world. At your age, you should be out with your friends, having fun and living your life, not isolated and struggling like this. Do you have a support group? Who all is in it?"

Man. There is something about sincere compassion and genuine concern that hits right to the core, and I could barely keep myself from bursting into tears.

For all my jaded bullshit with the doctors and the American medical system, sometimes you end up finding a gem.

So either these new pills will work and in the next couple of months I can start a long path to recovery, or they won't but I'll be able to tell every other specialist I see that we 100% know my fast heart rate is a symptom of something else, not everything else being a symptom of a cardiac issue.

[seitmai]

I know we were supposed to go to Salvatore's tonight, but I think we need to talk instead. 

My dude don't text stuff like that, I get nervous just reading here lol

He pulled you in for a hug, and you could feel his lips on your ear as he lied to you again. "Nothing's wrong." "No," you sobbed, realizing that your tears were starting to roll down your cheeks. Now it made perfect sense. You knew why he'd been acting so odd. "You want to break up before you leave." "What?" Bradley replied, his voice sharp as he reached for you again. "No. No, Gorgeous. I don't."

Hallelujah, this was some classic bad communication, you gotta work on this guys and don't give me an almost heart attack like that

Shit. He made you cry. You were still crying as he led you over to the couch where you ended up sitting on his lap. He was trying to wipe your tears away as you just shook your head. "I'm sorry, Baby," he whispered. "I didn't mean to upset you like this."

🥹🥹🥹

Bradley kissed you softly. He couldn't stop himself with you this close. "I'm trying. I don't want to leave San Diego. Virginia used to feel like home, but it hasn't for a long time. Especially not since I met you. So a permanent change of station is something I will fight until they force it on me."

He better be fighting

You kissed him this time, and he knew nowhere would feel like home without you. But he couldn't retire yet, and he didn't want to have to ask you to uproot your life for him. He just made himself dizzy, chasing his thoughts around in circles. 

🥺🥺🥺

"Is there anything I can do?" you asked. He wanted to beg you to stay with him no matter what, but he couldn't do that either.

Oh no he so worried and ready to beg 🥺

He eased himself down along the couch, keeping you firmly on top of him as he sighed in relief. Suddenly fighting for his job with the Pacific Fleet didn't seem as daunting. He had to figure it out though, because he wanted to stay here and get married. "Say my name again?" he asked, knowing exactly how much you could calm him down when he let you in. "Bradley," you whispered, settling against his chest as he closed his eyes.

I love that she calms him down just by saying his name 🥹🥰

"What I need is to spend as much time with you as I can between now and Norfolk." Your lips curved up into a small smile. "I should have told you what was going on as soon as I found out."

There we go! Learning curve!

You nodded. "I know we haven't been together long, but I'm taking this pretty fucking seriously, Bradley." "Me, too," he promised. "And it's really hot when you swear." When you laughed, he felt so much better. "Listen, you're absolutely stuck with me now, okay? I'll figure this shit out, but you're stuck with me, and we're going to get married someday."

"I'll do better," he promised. "And right now, I want to show you how not fucking tired of you I am."

Let's go 🤤🤭

A minute later, you were on your back on the edge of his bed, legs thrown over his shoulders while he ate your pussy. Your fingers were tangled up in his hair as he knelt on the floor, and his sweatshirt was bunched up above your tits. "I will never get tired of you," he swore before licking a long stripe up to your clit. If you thought for a second that he would want to throw in the towel over long distance, he needed to make sure you understood he never would.

🥵🥵🥵

"You liked it rough," he grunted between kisses slick with your arousal. "I did," you answered, rolling your hips to take the tip of him. As your fingers trailed down to his pins, you asked, "Are you going to fuck me, Lieutenant Bradshaw?" He watched you gasp, mouth agape as he filled you with one deep thrust, and then your head tipped back as you moaned, "I'll take that as a yes."

Do I spot a rank kink? 😏🤭

Bradley kissed along your neck and told you how much he loved you before absolutely pounding you into the mattress. 

The dream

You grinned and said, "I heard you tell her that the love of your life was more appealing today than working out." "I sure did," he grunted and ran his big, heavy hand down your back.

I love how cocky and proud he is about it haha

"You're always more appealing than anything else, Gorgeous. But if I don't run, I'll gain so much weight. You know how much I eat."

Lieutenant Bradshaw, no fatshaming yourself! Gorgeous has to drill some body positivity/body neutrality in his brain! Also: a big boy needs enough food to stay a big boy 🤷🏻‍♀️

After that, Sunday was spent with the two of you trying to use up as much of his food as you could. You even managed to bake some cookies that he ate a dozen of in one sitting, and then you found a strand of twinkle lights in his hallway closet where you discreetly squished a spider without telling him. You helped him hang the lights on his porch railing as he laughed and said, "I don't usually celebrate holidays anymore." "You do now," you informed him, making a mental note to have your students make some cards for him this week before he left.

I love the little moments of domesticity they share and in what different little ways Gorgeous takes care of Bradley🥰

Bradley wanted to ask why nobody else was even in consideration when Warlock cleared his throat and said, "There's a price to pay when you're the best of the best."

Urgh keep the compliments 🙄

There was a beat of silent agreement amongst the four of them before Cyclone heaved a deep breath. "I'll do what I can," he said simply. "In the meantime, prepare for your flight to Norfolk. The information is in the folder. And prepare to be out of communication with any and all civilians for the duration."

No no no no, stop this 🫠

There would be plenty of things to keep you busy while he was away, including packing up your apartment before your lease ended. But now you'd be moving into his house without him there.

Heartbreaking 🥺💔

"It's too pretty," he replied. "And nobody gets me gifts, ever. Unless you count coupons for steak dinners from Natasha."

Excuse me? Steak dinners with Nat are absolutely gifts! Amazing gifts at that! I would go on a steak date with her in a heartbeat

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 18 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Short notice before the start of a deployment was bad enough, but Bradley was left worrying about so much more. And if he didn't figure it out quickly, he thought he might lose you. How would you and he make it through the worst kind of time apart?

Warnings: Fluff, oral sex, smut, angst, adult banter, desperate Bradley, 18+

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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Your boyfriend was acting strange, and now you had the distinct feeling he was lying to you. You sat on your bed after work on Friday with tears in your eyes as you tried to process the fact that you barely heard from him after you sent the topless picture the day before. Usually that kind of thing got him going in a good way, and he kept telling you he was fine, but it didn't seem that way. You just couldn't figure out what happened. 

A few minutes ago, you texted him about the plan for the weekend. You really wanted to talk to him about your upcoming winter break, too. You were supposed to be heading to his house right now, but you were having second thoughts as you read the latest message from him again.

I know we were supposed to go to Salvatore's tonight, but I think we need to talk instead. 

This sounded so bad to you. It didn't sound like he simply had a long day and just wanted to relax on the couch with you. This was something that built up over the past two days, and now you felt tears in your eyes as you scooped up your overnight bag and headed out.

"Just get it over with," you told yourself as you drove. You tried to focus on your playlist, but your mind was wandering to the plethora of reasons why I think we need to talk spelled disaster.

After you fought your way through rush hour traffic and pulled up to park in front of Bradley's house which you were supposed to move into next month, you noticed he was sitting on the porch step, waiting for you. And he didn't look very happy.

"Hi," he greeted with a poor attempt at a smile as he slowly stood and made his way over to you. He looked tall, broad and handsome in his uniform, but he didn't call you Gorgeous. 

"What's wrong?" you asked, not even bothering to get your bag out of your car before you met him halfway up his walkway. 

He pulled you in for a hug, and you could feel his lips on your ear as he lied to you again. "Nothing's wrong."

"Bradley," you said, trying to pull out of his grasp. He let you go, but now he wasn't even pretending to smile. You swallowed and whispered, "You've been acting strange since yesterday. I thought maybe work was getting to you, or that you just needed a day of quiet to yourself. But clearly this has to do with me, so just tell me what's wrong."

"It's not you," he replied instantly, taking a step closer with a pained look on his face. "God, it's absolutely not you."

When you looked at him more closely, it was obvious he was exhausted. Like maybe he hadn't even slept last night. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his shoulders were sagging forward just enough that he looked almost defeated. 

"Bradley."

He looked down at the sidewalk before meeting your eyes again. "I found out yesterday... I'm being deployed."

The wave of emotion didn't hit you as hard as it could have, because you'd given this a lot of thought, but you were still rendered speechless. You'd mentally planned for this. Deployments were a way of life for him. But the tears were back as you asked, "When?"

"Day after Christmas," he murmured miserably. "But that's not all."

Your voice wouldn't work as you looked up at him, vision blurring his handsome features into something that was almost frightening. "What?"

He paused while you swiped at your eyes, and just when you thought you were going to have to force it out of him, he said, "It's with the Atlantic Fleet. Out of Norfolk, Virginia. They... they said they want me permanently."

"No," you sobbed, realizing that your tears were starting to roll down your cheeks. Now it made perfect sense. You knew why he'd been acting so odd. "You want to break up before you leave."

"What?" Bradley replied, his voice sharp as he reached for you again. "No. No, Gorgeous. I don't."

You felt ridiculous, crying in his arms in his front yard, but all you could say was, "Then why didn't you just tell me yesterday that you're going back to Virginia?"

"Fuck," he grunted, tucking you tighter against him. "Does this mean you don't want to dump me?"

You inhaled the smell of his deodorant and jet fuel as you cried. "Why on earth would you think I'd want to dump you? I'm in love with you."

He started to back toward the front door, his hold on you never relenting as he murmured, "Now that I know you're not going to leave, let's go inside where we can talk and snuggle on the couch."

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Bradley had been waiting on his porch step for almost an hour for you to arrive, thinking there was a real chance that you'd drive off again. He was tired and hungry, and he'd spent the last day and a half trying to figure out what was going on with his job. But more than anything, he was afraid you hadn't changed your stance on falling for a guy who lived on the opposite side of the country.

Shit. He made you cry. You were still crying as he led you over to the couch where you ended up sitting on his lap. He was trying to wipe your tears away as you just shook your head. "I'm sorry, Baby," he whispered. "I didn't mean to upset you like this."

You sucked in a few breaths before you managed to say, "Let me make sure I have this straight. You're leaving for Virginia. And you don't know when you're coming back, if at all?"

"Yeah," he whispered. There was no point in beating around the bush about it. "The deployment out of Norfolk is a done deal. Leaving on the twenty-sixth is a done deal. I'm trying my hardest to fight the rest of it."

"You can do that?" you asked, letting your forehead rest against his. 

Bradley kissed you softly. He couldn't stop himself with you this close. "I'm trying. I don't want to leave San Diego. Virginia used to feel like home, but it hasn't for a long time. Especially not since I met you. So a permanent change of station is something I will fight until they force it on me."

You kissed him this time, and he knew nowhere would feel like home without you. But he couldn't retire yet, and he didn't want to have to ask you to uproot your life for him. He just made himself dizzy, chasing his thoughts around in circles. 

"Is there anything I can do?" you asked.

He wanted to beg you to stay with him no matter what, but he couldn't do that either. "Remember when I was deployed last time and you told me you were afraid I was stationed somewhere far away from you? And how you would have to brace yourself to say goodbye instead of pursuing something?" You nodded against him, arms around his neck as he whispered, "I thought about that all night last night. About how this could be the end for us."

"Stop it," you said before pressing your lips to his. "I don't feel that way anymore at all. It wasn't even a deal breaker when I said it months ago, and I hadn't even met you in person yet. I'm not going anywhere, Bradley. We'll figure it out."

He eased himself down along the couch, keeping you firmly on top of him as he sighed in relief. Suddenly fighting for his job with the Pacific Fleet didn't seem as daunting. He had to figure it out though, because he wanted to stay here and get married. "Say my name again?" he asked, knowing exactly how much you could calm him down when he let you in.

"Bradley," you whispered, settling against his chest as he closed his eyes.

"I love you, Gorgeous."

He didn't realize exactly how tired and stressed he was until he woke up close to midnight, alone on the couch with a blanket draped over him, still wearing his uniform and boots. As soon as he opened his eyes, his head was pounding from the events of the week, but he could smell something cooking.

Bradley rolled off the couch while his stomach growled, and he made his way into the kitchen where you were wearing his sweatshirt and making a grilled cheese sandwich while you looked at your phone. "Hey," he murmured, wrapping his arms around you from behind. You quickly swiped out of the photo album and tossed your phone aside.

"I was going to wake you up soon. You have almost no food here, but you need to eat," you told him, turning to face him. He had no food, because he originally planned to take you out tonight, and now there was no point in going grocery shopping since he was leaving. Your expression was unreadable, and he didn't like that.

"What I need is to spend as much time with you as I can between now and Norfolk." Your lips curved up into a small smile. "I should have told you what was going on as soon as I found out."

You nodded. "I know we haven't been together long, but I'm taking this pretty fucking seriously, Bradley."

"Me, too," he promised. "And it's really hot when you swear." When you laughed, he felt so much better. "Listen, you're absolutely stuck with me now, okay? I'll figure this shit out, but you're stuck with me, and we're going to get married someday."

"Sounds good," you replied easily, still smiling. "But right now you need to eat."

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You felt better with Bradley's arm around you than you had all day. You couldn't believe he'd been hanging onto your words from his last deployment. You were surprised he could still possibly think that distance would mean anything to you. Both of you agreed not to get ahead of yourselves. Uprooting your life and your career would leave you devastated, but you'd start over again for him.

"Were you just looking at the dirty picture you sent me?" Bradley asked as he bit into half of the sandwich while another one cooked.

"Yes," you whispered before nibbling on your own sandwich half.

"Shit," he mumbled, dropping his food back onto the plate where he stood in the kitchen. "I never even told you how much I loved it."

"No. You didn't."

He wiped his hands on his uniform shirt. "God, I keep fucking up. I got so sidetracked by the orders from Norfolk that I couldn't even think. I loved that photo."

You turned away to flip the second grilled cheese sandwich in the pan. "I thought you got tired of me sending them." Bradley's hand moved faster than his brain as he flicked the knob on the stove, turning it off. "Hey," you protested, turning to look at him again, but he pulled the spatula out of your hand and tossed it into the sink. "Bradley!"

He mashed his lips against yours, silencing you as his hands grabbed the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer until you were pressed tight to the front of his body. Then he let his hands slide along your bare skin from your legs, over your perfect ass, up until they were on your lower back. "I'll do better," he promised. "And right now, I want to show you how not fucking tired of you I am."

A minute later, you were on your back on the edge of his bed, legs thrown over his shoulders while he ate your pussy. Your fingers were tangled up in his hair as he knelt on the floor, and his sweatshirt was bunched up above your tits. "I will never get tired of you," he swore before licking a long stripe up to your clit. If you thought for a second that he would want to throw in the towel over long distance, he needed to make sure you understood he never would.

"Bradley," you moaned as he sucked on your clit. His insignia pins were digging into the back of your thigh, as was his name tag. He would figure this out. He would figure everything out. Leaving in a handful of days was not ideal, but as long as you still wanted him, he was all in.

"Oh my god," you whined, back arching as Bradley realized he was being a bit rougher with you than usual. But he couldn't stop. His fingers were digging into your hips, holding you in place as you tried to rock against him. 

His mouth was demanding as he sucked on and plucked at your clit, but you just kept getting louder for him. Your legs were shaking, heels digging into his shoulder blades, but he didn't stop until you came. With his tongue still swirling your clit as you yanked on his hair, Bradley quickly unzipped his khaki pants and pulled himself free. He positioned himself at your entrance as you tugged until his mouth was on yours.

"You liked it rough," he grunted between kisses slick with your arousal.

"I did," you answered, rolling your hips to take the tip of him. As your fingers trailed down to his pins, you asked, "Are you going to fuck me, Lieutenant Bradshaw?" He watched you gasp, mouth agape as he filled you with one deep thrust, and then your head tipped back as you moaned, "I'll take that as a yes."

His lips found that sweet spot next to your ear that he loved to kiss. "I just want to ensure that you'll miss me as much as I miss you while we're apart."

Your voice was softer as you said, "You don't have to worry about that."

Bradley kissed along your neck and told you how much he loved you before absolutely pounding you into the mattress. 

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You and Bradley slept in so late on Saturday morning, you heard him wander out to the living room when Natasha arrived to go for a run to tell her he'd workout on Sunday instead. When he tried to slip back into bed, you rolled over toward him.

"Sorry. It was just Nat. I forgot I told her days ago that we could run." He gathered you against his chest and kissed your forehead.

You grinned and said, "I heard you tell her that the love of your life was more appealing today than working out."

"I sure did," he grunted and ran his big, heavy hand down your back. "You're always more appealing than anything else, Gorgeous. But if I don't run, I'll gain so much weight. You know how much I eat."

A smile found your lips as you thought about the rough sex followed by another round of grilled cheese sandwiches at two in the morning. "Can we skip Salvatore's again tonight? I'd rather stay here and feed you. We can go to Salvatore's when your deployment ends and you return to San Diego."

Bradley sighed. "And if I get told my new station is in Norfolk?"

You pressed your fingertip to his lips. "We're not humoring that thought yet. Instead, we're going to snuggle and fuck and maybe watch a Christmas movie. Okay?"

"Nothing has ever sounded better."

After that, Sunday was spent with the two of you trying to use up as much of his food as you could. You even managed to bake some cookies that he ate a dozen of in one sitting, and then you found a strand of twinkle lights in his hallway closet where you discreetly squished a spider without telling him. You helped him hang the lights on his porch railing as he laughed and said, "I don't usually celebrate holidays anymore."

"You do now," you informed him, making a mental note to have your students make some cards for him this week before he left. Bradley would be very busy over the next few days, and you didn't want to stress him out about the holiday. But just when you were about to ask him if there was a chance he'd want to spend Christmas Day with you before he flew to Norfolk, he said, "Maybe we can get Thai food on Christmas, and you can help me finish packing?"

You nodded and tried to keep the tears at bay, afraid to admit to him that the future you were so sure of was scaring you a bit. Being without him for a deployment was manageable, but the last thing you wanted to do was move across the country. At least you'd have your regular pen pal back while he was on the aircraft carrier; having Bradley in your email inbox on a regular basis again was better than nothing.

"That sounds perfect," you told him, knowing you'd do whatever it took to make this work.

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When Bradley was called in to talk to Cyclone, he was exhausted for a different reason. Although the weekend started out laced with uncertainty between you and him, it bloomed into something sweet. On Sunday evening, you held his hand and walked along the windswept beach until it got too chilly, and then you helped him start packing. You'd had some tears in your eyes that he brushed away as you folded his clothes into tiny rectangles and stuck by his side.

Now the only uncertainty he felt came from the U.S. fucking Navy. With a deep breath and squared shoulders, he opened Cyclone's office door after he knocked. It wasn't surprising that Mav and Warlock were there, too, but he couldn't tell if that was a good sign or a bad one regarding a change of station. He raised his hand into the proper salute.

"Admirals. Captain."

The three men returned the courtesy before Cyclone sank into his office chair. "Have a seat, Lieutenant." His voice sounded gruff and perhaps even more annoyed than usual as Bradley slowly sat down opposite him. "Captain Mitchell," he barked at Maverick who procured a folder from behind his back and handed it to Bradley. Then he turned toward Bradley again and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Lieutenant Bradshaw, you'll report to the USS Gerald R. Ford in a matter of days to rendezvous with the air strike team."

Bradley nodded and skimmed the paperwork inside the folder regarding the sensitive nature of the mission, but he didn't much care about what they wanted him to do when he got there. "Sir, can you tell me where I'll be stationed once this mission is completed?"

Cyclone leaned back in his seat, brow puckered, arms crossed over his chest. "Naval Station Norfolk has, as you know, requested you specifically to round out their Super Hornet team permanently."

"Yes, Sir," Bradley replied, practically choking on the words. He would have never thought the promise of Virginia would feel like a threat to his happiness, but here he was. "I would really prefer to stay in San Diego," he added, trying to keep the pleading tone out of his voice.

Cyclone leaned forward in his seat with a weary sigh. "Admiral Simpson, Captain Mitchell and myself all agree that the Pacific Fleet is very well balanced at the moment. Losing a reliable pilot to the Atlantic at this point would not be ideal." The tension in Bradley's body eased up momentarily before Cyclone said, "But I can only do so much to keep the status quo when there is a clear need across the board."

Bradley wanted to ask why nobody else was even in consideration when Warlock cleared his throat and said, "There's a price to pay when you're the best of the best."

There was a beat of silent agreement amongst the four of them before Cyclone heaved a deep breath. "I'll do what I can," he said simply. "In the meantime, prepare for your flight to Norfolk. The information is in the folder. And prepare to be out of communication with any and all civilians for the duration."

Bradley's heart stopped. He opened the folder again, but his eyes couldn't seem to focus on the words in front of him as the pages all blurred together. His fingers scrambled as he swallowed hard, and finally he looked up at the older man seated behind the desk. "No communication at all. For the duration?"

Cyclone nodded once. "You are dismissed, Lieutenant."

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It was just something silly, but when you saw it while you were out shopping, you bought Bradley another Christmas present. You wrapped it up in red and gold paper along with the Mira Mesa Elementary School sweatshirt you got in his size. Then you threw the gifts along with the collection of cards from your students in your overnight bag and tried to keep yourself calm as you drove down to Coronado.

You would have a few days with your boyfriend at the beginning of your winter break before you took him to the airport and sent him off to Norfolk. There would be plenty of things to keep you busy while he was away, including packing up your apartment before your lease ended. But now you'd be moving into his house without him there.

All of the twinkle lights and decorated trees gave you a bittersweet feeling in the pit of your stomach as you drove down his street, but at least this time when you parked, he jumped up from his porch step and met you at your car.

"Gorgeous," he breathed, wrapping his arms around you. His old sweatshirt was currently keeping you warm, and you really wanted him to have his new one for his deployment. You kissed him hard, noting the look of apprehension on his face, but chalking it up to the stress of the unknown.

You kissed him again and kept your arms around his neck as he picked up your bag. "I was going to say we should wait until Christmas morning, but I want you to open your presents now."

His voice was deep and raspy and right next to your ear as he led you inside. "You did not have to get me anything." He kissed your cheek and added, "I need to tell you something important."

"After you open these," you agreed, reaching into the bag and pulling out both gifts before he set it down.

Bradley studied your face before running his thumb along your cheek. "Sure. After I open these."

He took the wrapped packages as you tugged him toward the couch with your hands on his bicep, and you ended up halfway on his lap as he carefully tore at the paper like he didn't want to harm it too much.

"Just rip it," you said with a soft laugh, but he shook his head and looked up at you.

"It's too pretty," he replied. "And nobody gets me gifts, ever. Unless you count coupons for steak dinners from Natasha."

You laughed a little louder as you imagined the laundry list of weird gifts his best friend must have given him over the years. When he finally had his hands on the sweatshirt, he sat frozen with a smile on his face. "I love this. I kind of feel like an honorary faculty member at your school."

"You're a legend in my classroom, Bradley," you promised, snuggling a little closer as he set the shirt aside and carefully unwrapped the second item. This one would mean more to you while he was away, and you hoped he understood just how much you were going to miss his voice and his touch. But you'd still have something from your pen pal.

"Oh," Bradley said softly as he held the navy blue stationery set on his lap. It included note cards, luxuriously thick paper and a gold pen. You could already picture his handwriting on the pages.

"We can go back to being pen pals for a bit," you whispered. "I'll be refreshing my email inbox and waiting not so patiently for my mail to arrive. It'll be great. That's how I fell in love with you in the first place."

"Gorgeous," he groaned, setting the stationery down on his coffee table before burying his face in his hands. "That's not gonna happen."

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[spaceprincesszil]

My partner has been very supportive of anything I want to do and claims to love my body no matter what. I don’t think it’s untrue but he definitely likes the hourglassy-ness I’m developing better. He hates that my hips/ass shrunk.

In 2007 I was dating some lameass dude, fucking during a totally manic phase one summer. I was getting dressed and he looked up admiringly and told me I had a fat ass. I always have an ass, I guess, but as a white girl who hit puberty in the late 90s and grew up in the age of aughts fashion where midriff was king and your hip bones MUST show and that collar bone had to pop…it was like napalm. I had a fat ass. I was probably about 150-160 and convinced I was way too fat, my BMI at 5’7” was overweight.

Spiraled.

And that brings me to the other night. My guy says he likes thick girls, but when I look at who he looks at (since I’m queer af and have some overlap in who we find attractive, we both look at porn together) really he likes curvy hourglass girls with fat in all the right places, big tits big ass small waist thick thighs, which is not how I’m built right now or when I first moved in with him. Or fit girls. I do not see him look at girls as imperfect as me. was grabbing my hips admiringly and my ass and said something like “this is my wide load.”

I froze immediately, bc all I could think of was how that’s one of the labels Lardass in Stephen King’s The Body (or film Stand By Me) gets. I made some comment about it, and he immediately got upset, like “jfc I’m tired I didn’t mean it like that.” I want to give him the benefit of the doubt, he likes phrases like that in bed, but I certainly don’t like that one.

On top of that on the lunar eclipse he had a meltdown bc as I am heading back into a more socially acceptable weight category and be idk, approaching conventionally attractive, he’s worried I’m going to leave him. I tried to explain that anyone who couldn’t see I was worthwhile before would have trouble landing my attention now or in future. I don’t like chasers of any sort.

Being fat isn’t a personality trait for me, but neither is fitness, to be honest. I tried to be body positive but it doesn’t work for me, I hope to achieve body neutrality, and just be able to be grateful for what my body can do.

But “wide load” keeps echoing in my head.

My body has changed a lot this past year but it’s still not enough. If I was a normal amount of fat it’d be more noticeable.

Almost all my underwear and bras are too big and so are most of my pants. I can almost wear my partner’s pants comfortably, which is exciting to me bc I’d love to present more masc at times and I’d like to express that more, which is hard in a fat curvy femme body. I really want some more clothes but what’s the point if I’m still shrinking? I wish I knew how to sew.

Wide load.

Fuck man, like why? I don’t really think he meant to neg.

On top of everything I am not sleeping nearly enough, I keep waking up at 4 something and can’t fall back asleep. I haven’t been walking or moving enough and I think that’s why I can’t sleep through. I have not been great about keeping up with motion as part of my mental health practice.

So this morning while I’ve been waiting I am adding lots of workouts to some playlists, and I even did an arm workout with some little weights that I can already tell kicked my ass and will make me so sore. One exercise in particular was really difficult and made me feel weak and pathetic so just means I gotta do more. I never like my arms, it’d be nice to feel good about them.

Really love the idea of getting really toned so can present more androgyny.

I’m trying not to let a comment he made sleepily at like 4 am get to me, but it’s been echoing and bouncing around in my head multiple times a day since he said it.

That’s its own kind of weight.

All i can do is move through it and do better on my end.

[sugarfeemaster]

Ramona Flowers- Bruce Yamada

Scott Pilgrim- Vance Hopper

~~~~ Monday, October 16th

Its 6:40 in the morning.. school starts at 8 and the bus I take comes at 7:40 but here I am. Dressed, freshened up, and waiting. I mean what's the possibility he taking morning shift- I nodded a bit off to sleep but.. [there he was again. He zoomed pass me in the mall? Who cares about scenery. He boardslide down the escalator rail and rolled into a store. I darted down the escalator trying to keep up with him. When I did, he was standing infront of a door.. My front door??] *Ring* I sprung up from the kitchen table, wiping the sleep from my eyes and darted towards the door.

There he is.. in all of his glory. His hair was more proper and had on less formal clothing.. brown baggy pants, untucked button up, red sweater vest, dark brown bomber jacket, and a mail delivery satchel. "This is so surreal" I muttered. "Uh hey Lord of the rings guy. Are you.. Griffins Stagg?" Bruce read off the package. "No it's, uh, Vance Hopper. Griffin is my nerdy little brother" "Oh, well good running into you, enjoy your novel." He handed Vance the package and dropped his skateboard.

"W-Wait!" Bruce pause and look back at me. "Aren't you the dude in my dreams?" "Thought we went over this already?" Bruce replied. "So you know! Isn't that strange?" Bruce shook his head no. "There's just a really convenient subspace highway in your head. It's like three miles in 15 seconds." I gave him a blank stare. "It this something they dont teach you in American schools?" "Im from France actually.. I gotta fairly obvious accent? Just elaborate I just woke up" I tried to play it cool. "Okay so it's like.. rapid transit? Subspace highways?" I thought of how to relate to it for more conversation

".. like when you hit the walls in pac-man to go on the other side of the maze?" "Ummm no, it's really nothing like pac-man" I let out a small 'oh'. Its too late to slam the door in his face and order another book. "Crap, thanks for stoppin me. You gotta sign this and I gotta go." Bruce took out a clip board and pen from his mail bag. I leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms "But if I sign you'll leave~" I flirted "Im still on the clock handsome, a good face aint that worth losing my job" he chuckled. Driving me crazy "It's not my fault technically. You skateboard through my head, literally. So that's why im fuckin obsessed with you, the least ya could do is let me go out with you"

He blankly stares at me biting the pen.. way to fuck shit up Vance. Now he thinks you're some low-life stalker "I didn't say obsessed, your obsessed.. with my headspace subway" How am I this much of a fuckin loser. I got the looks all I had to do was flirt, now I gotta skip school to blow my brains out. "I totally race around in your mind all day huh doll? Whatever helps you sleep at night and sign this clipboard" I took the clipboard and he gave me the pen. What if he's into losers "So.. four o'clock?" I signed my name.

"Make that six, I got baseball practice. Meet me at the field." "Heh.. how could I forget. Im alright with that" I handed him the clipboard and pen. I watched him skateboard down the street till he turned down a block. "And when you get back home from your daye with whore boy, I'm expecting you to bring me back some twizzlers. Red not black" "You sneaky little rat!" I turned to face Griff. "(Boys settled down.. im still tired)" we looked towards the couch. "(Sorry mama)"

I was working on this AU during the summer on wattpad 👀

[guessghost]

Small Town Boredom (pt 1)

Alrighty, I said I wanted to write more so here's a part 1 of a story idea that I have nowhere near fully panned out:

John could only think about how the cool glass felt around his mouth as he was taking a deep inhale. He exhaled, smoke coming right out of his mouth. He passed the bong to his friend, Max.

The room was quiet as Max lit whatever was left of the weed. You could hear the bubbles violently popping as he inhaled. He held it in his lungs for a second longer, hoping he would get more high. He attempted to pass the bong back to John. John put his hand up. He had had enough for now.

"Bro, at least pack it for when we're ready", Max said offering the back bong back to him.

"Oh shit, that's a good point", John reached and grabbed the bong, putting it on his desk. It was silent for a moment before John started speaking again. "You know what the issue is?"

"No, what's the issue?", Max looked on as John packed the bowl.

"There's nothing to do in this fucking town. It's so small. All we do is go to school, come back, eat, do our homework and then what. We just sit on our asses all day doing the same things. I am so fucking tired of it!" John turned back to look at Max, "Do you know what I mean?"

"Bro I totally agree. We gotta figure out something to do with our life. There's nothing here."

"I mean we found one thing", John raised the, now fully packed, bong in the air.

Max looked at the bong, as if he were looking straight through it, "I mean no wonder we smoke so much. Right? We should stop. We've been telling ourselves that we will stop. But honestly I'd rather be bored and high than sober and high."

"Exactly dude. We're in the same boat", John said as he went to take another hit from the bong.

Max was quiet. He was thinking. He got an idea but wasn't sure how much of a good idea it was. In fact, it was quite stupid. Max grabbed the bong John was passing to him and took a hit as well. He waited a moment, once again, before exhaling all the smoke and passing it back to John.

"John, I got one idea. It's really dumb, but do you want to hear it?" Max had an awfully wicked expression on his face. His smile was crooked, his eyelids halfway down all while slouched sitting down.

"Sure, what is it Max?"

"Ok ok, hear me out but and this is just for fun, we obviously won't do it. I mean we could but we really shouldn't. It cou-"

"Dude, get to the point"

"Ok, I say we should plan out a bank heist. Kind of like Ocean's 11."

John just looked at him with a blank expression. "Dude how goddamn high are you?"

"No, but hear me out. We really don't have shit going on though. Think about how much fun it would be to case a bank and make plans to rob it."

"Yeah sure, it'd be fun to pretend but it sounded like you actually want to do it" John was saying as Max passed the bong back to him.

As John was smoking, Max kept talking, "Listen, we both got shit grades right now. Do you genuinely think we'll make it anywhere in life? This is such a small town that I'm pretty sure we could get away with it."

John passed it back to Max, "Won't we get caught though? The chance is so high."

Max interjected, "Just like us right now."

They both laughed as the room filled with smoke becoming hazy. Max handed the bong back to John to put down. They were both done with it for now. Max continued, "Yeah, that's why we'll put in all the work and only go with it if we think or know its one hundred percent foolproof. Otherwise we won't do it."

John considered this offer, for maybe a grand total of 45 seconds. This felt like half an hour to Max, but John finally looked up and said, "Alright let's do it."

Max lit up, more than he already was, "Hold on. Let me write this down somewhere. I can't forget you agreed to this." Without moving, Max followed up, "Do you have a post it note and a pen or something? There's no way I am moving right now. I just came up with the best idea ever"

John simply just gave him a stare before reaching into his back pocket and putting out his arm, "Here, write on my arm."

Max moved towards John and wrote on his arm, "I, best friend to Max, have agreed to help plan a bank heist for fun."

John gave his arm a quick look before asking, "Alright so what do you want to eat and watch while we're this gone?"

_x_

Ok well that's all I have, idk about a part 2 but that's where I am so far. I am also very tired and have decided to do hw in the morning. Also if i hate this tomorrow morning, I will 100% edit and repost it. I do no care lmao

[froggowivdagudvibes]

Stream just finished so i will now give my (for the most part positive) review, despite being dumb and knowing nothing about anything. Also its 2 40 am rn so bear with me

To start, the obvious one for anyone who even popped in for a second - the scuff. Never have i watched a scuffier stream in my life lol. BUT this is nothing against the hosts, performers or platform. Vstream is still in its beta stages and from what ive seen has onky had smol streams on it so far, so its only fair that the servers were struggling massively.

It was delayed 20 minutes at the start, and when it went live there was a 10 minute count down that got reset when it reached 4 or smt. There was also lag throughout the stream.

Once again, no one is to blame for this, but im a profesional reviewerewrerr (real please trust) so i gotta reviewerere all that stuff lol.

Anyway. The music was INCREDIBLE. So much talent aaaaaaaaa. I think my fav 3 have to have been rin, bao and fuyo+yuko's duet, in no particular order. (If they WERE in a particular order, then it'd be—)(welcome to another episode of Froggo is a Dumbass™)

I also loved how many different vtubers there were performing. Normally when i watch a concert it'll be from a large agency (holosanji, vshojo) and ill know everyone performing. Ive never seen a concert where im introduced to new incredible talents on top of hearing amazing performances from the talents i DO already know.

Of course this is only from my personal experiences, but i dont see many of these collab-concert-thingies and i think the world would be a better place if we had more of em lol.

Now the main thing ofc - IDOL 3D REAL?????

The chibis were so frickin cuteeee aaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I do remember a few months ago idol teased 3d chibi models for them all, but id kinda just forgotten abt it after a while. They were SO CUTE THO especially rins model (im not biased but i may be biased).

On the topic of rin. HER DANCE. SHES JUST A LIL DUDE AND I AM HERE FOR IT. AAAAAAA TMW WHEN MY BRIAN IS WORKING IM GONNA WATCH THE VOD AND MAKE GIFS OF ALL RINS GOOFY SILLY DANCE MOVES. Im not creepy im just bad at wording things to make myself sound not creepy.

I also found it funny when pochi appeared during fuyo and yukos performance lmao. Im curious tho as to why pochi wasnt singing. Idk, i mean come to think of it i dont think ive ever heard her sing so ig it could just be that shes nit rlly a singer, but she doesnt strike me like that sorta person.

I would have a look on yt for her singing, but despite it being less work than writing this, my small tired brain is insistent that its more.

Also, and ik this doesnt have much to do with the concert itself, but the chat was so lovely for the most part (there were one or two less good moments but thats always gonna be the case bcuz ✨️society✨️ and shit).

I didnt get to interract with the chat bcuz of accounts n stuff, and i prob wouldnt have anyway bcuz my internet decided to die on me AS THE SCUFF WAS HAPPENING so i was kinda scared to do too much at once, but from what i saw everyone seemed like a lovely person.

Everything considered, i give the stream a

9.imtired/10

Im gonna leave it here bcuz its now 3 05 am and i need fuckin sleep. Happy chrimmus eve ppl (lol i never imagined id be spending christmas eve morning like this but nvm)

*collapses and actually fucking dies*

This concert with esekai n some other people who i can't remember is SO FUCKING FUNNY bcuz istg its the most under the radar, hidden concert ive ever come across n its a 3d live which implies esekai will be doing it in 3d AND NO ONE FUCKING KNOWS ABOUT IT. Its not even on twitch or yt its on this weird ass new beta site thing that i cant remember the name of lmao. And also. I check the list of ppl performing n BAOS GONNA BE THERE???? BAO THE WHALE. WUT????? BAOS DOING A 3D CONCERT WITH ESEKAI N SUM OTHER GIRLS AND NO ONE FUCKING KNOWS ABT IT.

https://vstream.com/v/9V4Q.neSSfS3v.EqFrppBQ

Heres the link if you wanna watch lol, and dw abt making an acc, i dont hav discord but i checked n turns out you dont need an acc to watch, just to comment.

In a few yrs or smt someones gonna be like "oh yeah and yk that one concert with bao n esekai n stuff" and ppl jus gonna be so confuddled. Its only gonna be a select few of us that even know it happened and thats just so funny to me.

[soothinglee]

I'M TIRED..

summary: what if it was you that found rue instead of gia? (black reader)

description: black coffee, red eye (confused? look at pinned on my page!)

listen to the song 'Tired' by Labrinith (unreleased)

warnings: overdose, language, overall trigger warning.

(don’t forget to tell me how I did! I love the feedback!)

m.list - ask - who am i?

THE DAY FELT somewhat melancholy despite the sun shinning high in the sky, lighting up on goers who started the day, the sky clear of clouds that once covered its baby blue structure.

hey lord you know i'm tired of tears

Gia was in her room getting ready for a day out with friends, this was the first time in weeks since summer started that she last saw them and y/n thought it would be good for her to get out the house while the good weather stood still.

Their mother was out at work, working double shifts to be able to provide for the family meaning that they were home alone. Originally Rue was supposed to watch over the three but she decided that y/n would be a better fit. Rue was, mentally unstable to put it in lack of better words so the outcomes of her watching them wouldn't be good.

Something in the air was foul but the trash was taken out, dishes were clean, and the floor was moped, it always was.

y/n waltzed out of their room with a pep in their step. They danced throughout the hall, careful not to tangle their fingers in the new headphones rue bought for them. The song was I'm Tired by Labrinth. Although the song was sad something about it was beautiful and graceful, it was like walking on memory foam.

They go up to Gias' door, swaying their hips as the walk. Before their fist could hit the door it swung open revealing Gia with a bag in her hand, giving them a teasing smile.

She motions for them to turn down the music, "They're outside, I was just about to go."

Y/n nods and moves out of the way so she could pass by, they takes out a earbud noticing Gias outfit, they whistles at her as Gia does a little spin. "Damn, okay! That's nice. Who got that for you again?"

Gia rolls her eyes and flips them off "You did."

Y/n exclaims and walks towards her. "damn right I did!" They adjust the jacket that rested on her shoulders and leaned in, "Okay, you be safe you hear? No drugs, No sex, No drinking, No-"

Gia cuts them off, turning around to head to the door "Yes mom."

"Phone?"

Gia raises her hand, in it was her phone that was cracked on the back.

"Pepper spray?"

She shakes her bag.

"Money-?"

"I gotta goo," She laughs opening the door and walking out, she leaves it open and y/n steps forward and stands in it. Watching as she runs down the walkway giggling as her friends usher her over.

"I love you!" y/n shouts playing with the hem of her tank top, their eyebrows crease with worry. They know she'll be alright but the fear still sets within.

The sound of the cars engine roars to life and the driver puts the car in drive. As they roll away Gia yells back a muffled "Love you too!" the car slowly goes down the road and y/n sits there watching them leave.

Sighing, they lock the door up and closes the blinds. The dust practical in the air float around as the only light now was the one in the hallway leading to rues room.

where is Rue? She hadn't been out of her room all day, not even to use the bathroom or get something to eat.

"that's not healthy," They go to the kitchen and grab a poptart not bothering to warm it up, but, they do put it on a plastic plate. The move their iPod in their left hand.

"Rue?" They call out, closing the cabinet. They don't get a response back and rolls their eyes.

"Rue!" They call out again making their way to the hallway that leads to her room. Once again no response, "dude what the fuck?" Either Rue wasn't actually responding or they just couldn't hear over the volume of the repeating song. They nudge one of the earbuds out of their ear.

They walk closer to the door, muffled gargles come from inside and a loud thump shakes the floor.

"rue?" everything stills as y/n slowly opens the door, their blood runs cold, the sound of the music fades away as the grunting gets louder. "oh dear god."

Please don't say you need me

rue lays on the floor convulsing, vomit soaks her top and trails down the side of her neck and piles up at the corner of her mouth. She was bent backwards letting all her weight onto her legs. Two needles and several bottles are knocked over next to her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her arms fall from her body.

Release me, Believe me

Y/n is frozen in fear, the sound of Rues cries get drowned out by their own as they scream out in pain, "RUE!" they run into the room leaving the poptart discarded in the hallway, they bump into the door frame, knocking the ipod out of their hands.

One day you will see me

their body shakes as they sob, tears build up clouding their vision, they lean out hands trying to still rues body but the fear of hurting her lingers and their hands hover over it. "fuck, shit, rue oh my god, what did you do?!"

they quickly pick up the bottles that lay next to her, Fentanyl, it reads. The entire bottle was empty, "fuck."

Believe me, Believe me

They pick up the ipod and stand up, the smell of bile is pungent. "I'm calling for help rue, don't worry baby, I got you."

9-1-1, they dial, it slips out of their shaking hands and almost lands onto the floor.

One day you will see me

It takes a few seconds to get right but sooner or later the dial sound rings out and a monotone voice echoes back from behind the screen.

Believe me, Believe me~

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"

[tinandabin]

Her Cosmo Heart

Chapter 2: I regret everything.

( where I found this picture- )

"Maybe they are, maybe they aren't. But that doesn't matter because we need to run our asses away from here-" 

"Why fear when I am here!" You said while picking up the flamethrower. 

"What...the hell is that thing?" The demon's sharp and bitter voice spoke. You can see some drool slipping from its mouth- 

"Oh, trust me, something you don't wanna know..." Your ride or die gal mumbled. Flashback to the time when you wanted to use a flamethrower to cook food because you saw Bard from Black Butler do it. 

Never mind the fact your dad was supporting you through it while your mom and Ollie's dad just stood there with horrified expressions. 

"I live for destruction," You told with a grin on your face, as you pressed the button to activate it. Dont come after me, I dont know how they work. 

The flames came through it and the demon almost, almost got burnt. The fire did manage to burn a bit of its skin and very unluckily for you, it screamed. Attracting the attention of more demons. 

Because if we go down, we go down together. 

"What thE FUCK IS THAT THING," Cried out the demon. Bitches better be scared because you will burn them. 

"This is everything I never wanted.." Grumbled Ollie. I doubt others would too appreciate a hoard of starved and drooling demons running after them. 

As soon as the flames busted through the flamethrower, you got scared, I got scared, Ollie got scared, the demon got scared, everyone got scared. 

So you threw the flamethrower on the demon!  

Sometimes things are too intense so we just gotta abandon a flamethrower and run away. 

Grabbing your bag and Ollie's hand, maybe you are gay. You ran away. You Scooby-dooed the fuck away from the demon. 

"How-How the hell will we get out of this hell-" Wheezing, your helium to your balloon spoke. 

"I wish I knew." 

"What do you mean you don't?" 

"Do you know tho? ​​"

"No."

"How do you expect me to know then."

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"So, you are telling me we are in the final selection according to the manga..and we don't know how to get out...?" Ollie blankly stared at the clouds, the gloomy atmosphere adding to your feelings. 

You nodded just as the rain started, gladly you both were under a tree. The rain could also be a demon's drool but none of you got enough energy to give a fuck. 

You hope tomorrow morning the rain would have stopped. 

Sighing, you pulled up the bag full of tasty tasty snacks. 

"You want some?" You asked while crunching on some takis. 

"Nah.." Replying, she sighed. Already tired and oh so ready to make a make-shift bed out of leaves and go into hibernation. She is the master of making things out of whatever is available. I mean, she built a playhouse when you both were 4 years or something out of rocks. The balance wasn't equal so it did shatter and fell onto both of you leading you both into a mini-coma.

You remember the dream you had of riding a lollipop in the shape of a horse that would eat anything in its way. You sometimes have seen that same horse in the corner of your eyes.  

Finishing the takis, you were about to carelessly throw it somewhere but decided against it and stored it in the bag. 

You very dearly regret not bringing a pillow. 

"NEIGHHHHH" 

...

...

...

"What the fuck." Both you and Ollie said in unison blinking and looking around you.

"NEIGHHGGHHGHH" Again, that unpleasant shrill ugly voice shouted. Stop, it will make your ears bleed. That would not be very Gucci. 

"DUDE, STOP." Ollie already angry screamed at the voice in her most high-pitched voice. What is it? A screaming contest of who can have the most high-pitched voice? You are joining it. 

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," That-That took so much of your energy and oxygen out of you- Panting, you were about to scream again when the voice came running at your voice, mhm, running at your voice. 

"NEIGHHHHH" 

As soon as you saw the creature, I kid you not, you almost shitted your pants. How can you not? IT'S THAT LOLIPOP HORSE. IT EXISTS. IN THIS UNIVERSE. AS A DEMON. As the author said, it will eat anything. Even your enemies. Even you. 

You screamed. Loud. Bet it got the attention of even the Ubuyashiki estate. Immediately, you took the empty packet of takis and threw it at that ugly ass demon. And guess what? It ate it. 

It's fucking chewing on it as if it's chicken legs. 

"HEY, WE NEED TO RUN. NOW." You shrieked at Ollie, all logical and common sense thrown out the non-existent window. 

"OKAY, OKAY, CALM DOWN FIRST YOU CRACKED EGG," She shrieked at you in the same manner. 

"Mom come pick me up, I am scared." 

As if the Gods wanted to mock you, you could see the clouds taking the shape of a "no."

Do you realise how badly you have messed up. 

Do you. 

Picking up a branch that had very in timing fallen off you hit the horse. On the head. It released a very painful shriek. 

Wait, the horse was made out of lollipops.

You just cracked its skull open. You cracked its skull open. 

"HOLY MACARONI." Eyes wide Ollie took in the sight before her. She has always been a crazy lover of candies. And by crazy, I mean crazy. 

And she was about to just start swallowing all the candy when you stopped her. I mean.... It was a demon.

Demons don't die easily.

A laugh escaped you as you looked at the pieces of the candy getting together slowly.

"I regret everything."

Chapter three.

( where I found this picture- )

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