Not me complaining to @sea-owl that since Colin doesn't have a job he's technically an unemployed moocher who lives off his family money only for bestie to defend Colin and his manly right to be Penelope's trophy husband and have her finance his lifestyle
197 notes
·
View notes
18+ minors dni!!!
uh oh reader has a new skate rat to torment today <33 just another tiny bite so sadly no real fucking :( it’s mattsun btw and i made him a stupid pussy whipped bitch cus i can !!
“Damn if it isn’t my third favorite boy toy.”
“Who the hell are first and second?” He all but pouts.
“Not you, so mind your own business.” You don’t really have any favorites, and Matsukawa honestly wouldn’t be anywhere near top three let alone top five. Maybe not even top ten.
But you needed some alcohol and weed and if the payment was blowing Mattsun for all five minutes he could last then you could make it work.
“What do you want?” He rolls his eyes, stepping back to let you step into the shitty apartment he shares with a rotation of his even shittier friends.
You watch him kick the door close and cross the filthy living room to snatch a vape off a coffee table with a hole punched into it, waiting for him to look back at you.
“Missed you.” You lay it on thick, complete with fluttering lashes and honeyed tone, knowing full well that the poor dumb desperate fuck would fall right into your hands. Ever since his one that got away finally left him behind for good he’s been off his game.
“You didn’t.” To his credit he tries to shrug you off, but the crease in his brow and the way he immediately began to lean into you was enough to tell you he’s still hurting or whatever. Delectably vulnerable even.
“Issei you’re gonna hurt my feelings.” You grab at his arm, watching as he puffs on a menthol vape you recognize as Iwaizumi’s. “Let’s get high.”
“So that’s why you’re here, can’t, smoked all my shit last night.” He doesn’t look at you.
And you’d be an idiot to not take advantage of that.
“No, you didn’t.” He’s a shit liar, right there next to Kindaichi.
“I didn’t.”
“I’ll blow you.” And you know you’ve got him when you see that telling tick in his jaw.
“Let me put it in.”
“Nope.”
“Just the tip?” It’s never just the tip and both of you know that.
“That desperate?” To his credit he nods solemnly, probably too “heartbroken” to try creeping on some unsuspecting pretty little things in the club like he usually does.
You make a show of tapping your index against your chin, as if you’re really considering your options. You figured there was a chance he’d pull this move, and today you’re feeling a tad generous.
“If you can last longer than five I’ll let you put it in, raw.” You’d be impressed if he makes it to five minutes, the poor guy is clearly pent up.
“Really?”
“But either way I get whatever bottle Oikawa’s hiding in your room.” The idiot always hides his alcohol in Mattsun’s room, for some reason no one else has figured it out.
“It’s Jameson.” He winces.
“So? I’ll take it, cmon big boy let’s see if you’ll last today.” You grab his hand and make your way to his room, trying (and failing) to hide a smug grin when you shove him past the doorway.
20 notes
·
View notes
Cab Calloway, Minnie The Moocher, 1931
32 notes
·
View notes
One of the most infuriating scenes in all 7 years … S7 E19 - Empty Places -
Dawn, you malevolent, ungrateful ball of light, your “sister” literally sacrificed herself in exchange for your life to save the world, and you throw her out of the house for these bishes?—
(BTW why did they have to make the black Potential so awful?)
They all come TO BUFFY for protection, move into her house, eat her food, and then vote her off the island.
In favor of the woman who literally stole her skin and fucked her boyfriend in it.
Thank god, once again, for Spike.
…the only one who really sees her…
26 notes
·
View notes