#never disappoints! im just fed up over having to wait a whole week for every new episode 😭

[pinkmirth]

vinland saga s2 ep18 spoilers below . . .

as always, this episode was so fucking wild!!! ketil beating on arnheid? after she just lost her husband?! goddamn. she let this man know that she’s carrying HIS baby and he kept on anyway! this iron fist mf is just terrible. he acting worse than his own damn son, and that mf beats children and kills men like it’s nothing! I thought ketil was one of the good ones— I stand corrected, I fear . . . arnheid doesn’t deserve any of this mess. girl almost got r*ped, and then she’s flogged until she loses conciousness?! yeahhh this gone be her last episode alive. yukimura must hate her fr. for arnheid’s own sake, i hope she doesn’t wake up; and i mean that in a good way! so she can reunite with Gardar and Hjalti in the spirit or something. if she survives, ketil won’t go easy on her ass. and thorgil’s back on his warrior bullshit! he bout to bring the entire farm to ruin with this foolish war against the king. i wonder if he knows that his bloodlust isn’t enough to defeat the jomsvikings, especially with farmers and slaves as his ‘army’ 😭 not really related to this latest episode, but im just remembering what went down in ep 12 with thorgil . . . iykyk. that man thorgil gives a new definition to fear! okok end of my ramble. im just utterly obsessed with this series 🤭

[asssikawa]

White Tee

part 2 of drunk and nasty , rated 18+, pls don't mind the fact I haven't posted part 2 to this in literal months, im just in a silly goofy mood with tumblr

It had been two weeks since that night of passion between you and Toji; much to your displeasure, he had not acknowledged you in the same light again since then. The man was married, how could you convince yourself otherwise that he liked you more than just a fucktoy? He kept evading time alone with you; you didn’t even get to mention the cracked open door. Furthermore, the overtime hours decreased over the weeks. You were the side dish, not the main course. The lack of attention and your disappointment started to seep into your overall attitude at the workplace. Always standing three steps behind Toji rather than side by side as usual.

The meeting dragged on longer than usual, flipping the slides of the presentation every time Toji finished his explanation. His baritone voice shook you to the core, and you were sure it affected the ladies in the room as well. “Without further ado, in the upcoming weeks, we will meet again with the other companies for one of our annual company business trips. The building will be closed for the following days while me and the higher ups will be gone.” A hand rose from the long table. “Not to be that person, I’m glad we’ll have time off, but why isn’t it like usual when (Y/N) oversees our activities?” The man asked, taking a sip from his paper water cup. “That’s because (Y/N) is coming with us.” Your eyes widened at the news, your breath getting caught in your throat. It seemed like everyone else was in shock too, you had never been invited to one of the company trips as you were diligent enough to run the building while he was gone. You pondered on the idea, however Toji took the silence as a way to continue the meeting, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Bidding farewell to all the employees, Toji waited for you against the wall. “Mr. Fushiguro, I couldn’t possibly go with-” “Shh darling, think of it as a learning experience. So, start packing.” He said before walking off. You never wanted to flip off a man more than you did at this present moment.

You didn’t know if you should have felt excited or angry as you browsed through the mall in search of a bathing suit for the trip. After not acknowledging what happened that night with countless attempts to get him alone to discuss what happened, you couldn’t help but feel fed up. Looking through the racks, nothing piqued your interest enough; the swimsuits being either too promiscuous or too conservative. If you wanted to go through with your initial bathing suit, you were sure you’d be fired on the spot by your other higher ups. Your phone buzzed in your back pocket as countless notifications poured in from your co-worker group chat and the main man himself, Toji. You furrowed your eyebrows at the sudden message from Toji.

“Meet me at your place, we need to talk asap.” Oh, so now he wanted to talk.

“It is highly unprofessional to discuss matters pertaining to work at my home, Mr. Fushiguro.” Sending the message, you continued to browse around the store; nothing capturing your attention still. You hated how easily a simple message could get your heart fluttering like a lovesick teenager waiting for their crush to text them back.

“It’s not pertaining to work.” he replied, you could already sense the authoritative tone seething through the message. You sighed, putting your phone in your back pocket again.

The ride home was short; flutters of horniness gushed through your panties as the endless possibilities, but annoyance and anger rushed through your veins as well. Why now did he decide it was a good time to talk? A whole two weeks later? Pulling up to your driveway, you rested your head against the steering wheel. You already saw Toji’s body leaning against your door; he wore a fitting white tee, and grey sweatpants. (what a manwhore, you thought, but alas you weren’t any better yourself fucking a married man.) Stepping out of the car, Toji’s eyes fell on you, softening at the slightest before hardening once more. You figured it was a figment of your imagination from how quickly his expression changed. You beckoned him inside your cozy little home, sitting him down on your black loveseats. “Would you like a drink sir?” You asked, your hands gripping your thighs. He shook his head no before patting the seat next to him. You sat next to him, leaving a small gap between the both of you.

“Listen, about that night…”

“I already know, it won’t happen again. The alcohol got to me-” you started while Toji furrowed his eyebrows at your response before shaking his head. “What are you even talking about? Like you said, it takes two to tango. I didn’t regret a thing.” He said, his hand inching towards your thigh. “I’m sorry for waiting so long to talk about this dollface. I left you in the shadows for so long, forgive me?” His body moved closer to yours, his face was so close. You felt his body temperature radiating off of him. His lips left soft butterfly kisses from your neck up to your jawline. Your fingers made their way into his soft hair, a sigh leaving your mouth as all former anger had dissipated into your body in the form of lust.

“Mr. Fushiguro, there was something-ah, about that night I didn’t tell you,” he hummed, suckling the skin on your neck before pulling away, a stern expression on his face. “You’re pregnant?” “What? No! I’ve been trying to talk to you because I saw that the door was open after we finished,” you scowled. The stern expression fell from his face before shrugging. “Free show for them, I guess.” He smirked before biting down on your next. His calloused hand ran under your flimsy top, kneading at your plush breasts.

“But-” you continued. “No buts, (y/n), at least the person knows you belong to me and me alone now.” His hands ran all over your body, as he focused his attention on your neck. His touch wasn’t as rough as it was two weeks ago; it was soft, tender even. Your body laid flat on the couch, Toji on top of you. His hips were gyrating against yours, soft huffs spilled over as he fondled your breasts. Pulling away, Toji stripped off his white tee, discarding it by your fireplace. Shrugging off the top you had, Toji stared at your perky nipples. “You’re so beautiful,” he said breathlessly, before taking your nipple in his mouth. His tongue prodded and rolled the bud in his mouth, he even tugged it with his teeth ever so gently causing you to take a sharp breath. His hand worked at your other breast, his knee pressed against your pulsating clothed clit.

Toji left butterfly kisses down your chest, down to your belly button. He blew a small raspberry on the chub of your tummy, before kissing your button. You gripped the hand around your waist, causing Toji to look up at you. “I want you,” you muttered, a small smile gracing your face. Toji removed his sweatpants, his big dick smacking against his lower abdomen. You don’t think you could ever get used to his dick size. He unzipped your pleated skirt, lifting your lower body a bit to fully remove your skirt and panties. Inch by inch, Toji inserted himself into you, holding his breath as your walls tightened against him. “Fuck Toji,” you sighed out in bliss. You felt full, his dick fitting in you just right.

He rolled his hips against yours, gripping at your hips. Your legs rested on top of his shoulders. Toji’s heavy breaths overpowered your muted moans caught in your throat. Pressing his weight down on you, his face was close to yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. His mouth fell agape, ghosts of words came out wordless. “I’m sorry,” he finally managed to get out, his forehead pressed against yours. Your hand traveled up to his face, the rough stubble grazing at the pads of your fingers. His green eyes were sorrowful, gazing down at you. “It’s okay,” you managed to squeeze out, his pace was slow and deep; hitting every spot perfectly. Another high pitched moan ripped through your throat, the head of dick grazed against your g-spot. “Right there Toji!” He nodded, dipping his head in the crook of your neck. His soft hair was in your hands when he locked his mouth on your neck, suckling and biting your neck with the full intent of leaving hickies in places it was near impossible to hide. You whined, feeling your heart rummaged against your ribcage, tingles spread across your legs as the knot in your gut wound up with every thrust.

“Fuck, shit-” Toji cursed, pulling away from your neck, his other hand wrapped on the back of your neck, holding you closer to him so your foreheads were touching, your lips only a breath away. He watched you intently, gauging each tiny reaction to what he was doing, every squeak, every twitch of your eyebrow, the volume of your moans. You were close and he knew it. Toji could drown in your reactions, you were so reactive to him, so sensitive. “Darling, I’m close, fuck-” he groaned in your ear. The vibration of his voice sent you over the edge, pleasure exploded inside you, radiating outward. You writhed and bucked under him, trembling through your intense orgasm. Your hands gripped a hand full of his hair, riding out your high; your toes curled as waves of bliss and jitters crashed through every muscle in your body. From the tips of your fingers to the bottom balls of your feet.

Toji’s pace increased, his low groans pitched in volume; the intensity of his thrusts and his touch became overbearing. He made one last rough thrust, his dick twitching and pulsating inside of you as you felt the cum coat your walls. His body weight collapsed on top of you, his dick still inside of you. It was uncomfortable, between his heavy body and the blockage of the cum that threatened to spill out at any given moment. “I saw the janitor who opened the door. I already knew.” He said, moving his head down to find comfort on your breasts. His dick finally left your slit, a gush of the white substance trickled down onto your couch. “I fired him.” Your eyes widened, looking down at the top of his head. “He was there, watching. Rubbing one out while I fucked your brains out. Watching me finger you with my ring finger, watching that frame shatter. Cumming on the floors next to my office.” Words were lost in your throat, too tired to respond to Toji’s revelation. “I’m glad… just don’t leave me in the dark like that again… you didn’t even acknowledge me outside of work,” you sighed out, closing your eyes. “I won't, I promise, I was making sure the news didn’t slip.” You yawned, nodding to Toji’s response. It most definitely be an issue if the workplace found out you were fucking the boss, but of course, there’s already people that had their suspicions.

[strayneoculturekids]

High school AU Lee Mark x Reader

A/N: The idea for this fic isn’t completely mine, I got it after seeing a post and I’ve wanted to do it for a while so credit to whoever that person was ALSO I go to a school that has free seating so I have no idea how the teacher’s assign desks so forgive me for any mistakes

Highschool AU

Summary: The person who sits at your desk the period before you in class always left you cute little notes. At first, you think they’re just being sweet, but as the notes start to get a little more specific, you realize you might have a secret admirer.

Genre: Fluff

It was only the last period of your first day back at school, and you were already fed up. Due to the sleep schedule that you completely ruined over the holidays, you didn’t get to bed until around 3am last night. The bags under your eyes were very evident, but no one questioned it, because everyone else had them too.

Except for one person. Actually, he did have them, but did that stop him from being the most loveable person ever? No.

Mark Lee. The boy who always seemed to be so shining and bright, no matter the situation. You had never once seen him in a bad mood, not even today, on the first day of school. This was one of the many, many reasons you had a tiny little crush on him.

Despite Mark’s charming personality and outstanding looks, not a lot of girls were going for him. It was high school. A lot of girls wanted a bad boy and a relationship with no meaning, just for the thrill of it. You found this completely fine, you understood that they just wanted a little bit of relationship experience and to know what it felt like to have a boyfriend like that. 

But some unknowable force just dragged you towards Mark.

You walked into your classroom, being met with the teacher and a few other students.

Ugh, why is the teacher here so early You thought dreadfully

She instructed you to your seat while you put on a fake smile and nodded, walking towards your assigned desk.

You plopped yourself down on the seat before looking down at your desk, not very surprised to see that it had already been graffitied on, it still looked fresh so you assumed that the person who sat at this desk the period before wrote it. just a short sentence.

I know it’s the start of the school year, but keep your chin up! It read

For some absurd reason, the cringey little message left on your desk by the mysterious person put a smile on your face and left your hear a little warm. You were aware that you probably looked like an idiot just staring at your desk and smiling, so after a few seconds, you instantly went back to your resting face.

During the whole class, you kept looking down towards that little note, and it actually helped you study a bit harder. You didn’t know why, but you really enjoyed it.

The next day, the same thing happened, where you saw a new little encouraging message. This went on for a few weeks before you got a message that particularly got your heart racing.

I saw you walking in the halls today, you looked pretty tired. Maybe you should try getting a bit more rest, but I like your new hairstyle!

You tried to think of any possible way as to how this message might not be for you, but alas, when you wiped your fingers across it, it left some ink on you, indicating that it had just been written.

And coincidentally, you had just started styling your hair differently today. You frantically looked around despite knowing that the person who wrote the note would be long gone by now.

A million thoughts were racing through your mind and the period felt like it passed in 5 minutes, but you didn’t retain a single piece of information.

By the time you left school, you were still in a daze but tried not to let it show when you arrived home. You decided that you would sleep on it, and crashed on your bed, falling asleep straight away despite having unfinished homework.

The morning came around far too soon and you got up and dressed slowly, a little bit less sleep deprived due to your extremely early night last night.

You went downstairs, finally noticing the time. It was 15 minutes until school started.

“FUCK” You shouted out loud

“Language” Your dad shouted back

You threw a quick sorry at him, almost deciding to skip breakfast, but weirdly remembering the little note you had gotten a few days previously.

Make sure to eat well!

You cursed yourself for remembering that a time like this and quickly went back to grab an apple from the fridge, racing out the door as quickly as possible, running as fast as your legs could possibly carry you.

You arrive at school in a huffing mess, but you arrived before the bell and that’s all that matters. You quickly went to your locker, instantly noticing the bright pink sticky note that was stuck to it.

You stared at it for a while before finally noticing the small crowd around you, whispering and pointing towards you and the note. After a short episode of dread and embarrassment, you took the note off your locker and read it.

Did you enjoy my notes? I hope so! You’ve been looking a lot healthier lately, I’m glad. Could you stay back after your class this afternoon? I wanna talk.

Your heart was racing at top speed and you felt a blush rise to your face. You gulped but before you had enough time to switch into full panic mode, the bell for the first period rung. You quickly stuffed your things in your locker and got out your books for your first class.

The day felt like it went on forever, you just wanted it to be over! The anticipation of meeting the mysterious stranger leaving you notes was killing you, you couldn’t focus on anything but the sticky note that had been left on your locker.

When the last period came around, you looked down at the desk, noticing that there was no new note. Of course, it was no surprise, however, you were still a bit disappointed.

The period itself felt like it dragged on for days, you kept looking to the clock every five minutes only to discover the time actually hadn’t changed.

Finally, the end of school came around and while everyone else was leaving the room, you were sitting not-so-patiently at your desk, tapping your foot, waiting to see who would come into the room next.

You heard footsteps coming towards the room and your heart was suddenly throbbing in your chest. You started to squirm in your seat until you saw someone walk through the door, that someone making you freeze.

Mark Lee.

His bright, signature smile was lacking for a few seconds, but when he saw you, it returned immediately and you could see his face becoming slightly red.

“M-Mark?!” You almost screamed, standing up from your chair

“S-surprise?” he said, timidly rubbing the back of his neck

Before you could even process the fact that Mark was the one leaving you all those notes, you ran up to him and wrapped him in a bear hug. Which he reciprocated after a few seconds of surprise.

“I can’t believe it was you” You said in a hushed voice

His beautiful smile echoed in the room and you stopped hugging him to look him in the eyes. Both of your faces were almost bright red.

“So...does that mean you do wanna go on a date with me?” he asked, a nervous smile spreading on his perfect face

[canadiankazz]

The Seventh Time - An L.A. by Night Fanfic

Annabelle and an invisible Jasper go to a gothic vampire-themed bar so Annabelle can find someone to feed from. They end up having a rather erotic evening involving a mortal female bartender.

(Carries on directly from the end of The Sixth Time)

This is my L.A. By Night Alternative Universe where Jasper has been feeding from Annabelle for several weeks/months and they have developed a Blood Bond. SPOILERS for the end of Campaign 1 including the one-shots. This was written before Season 2, Episode 4.

It’s worth reading the rest of the series before this part:

The Entire ‘Feeds From’ Master List Can be Found Here

I lay no claim to owning any of the characters involved.

This fic was co-written with @cravatfiend, and really would not have been possible without their help. Special love to @gokaiyellow for the inspiration when they asked me  "How could she NOT touch herself while he's biting her?" Thank you also to everyone else who has enjoyed this series so far.

Also posted to the author’s Ao3.

First posted Feb. 14th 2019 (Happy Valentine’s Day!)

The Seventh Time Jasper Fed From Annabelle

Annabelle stripped in her bathroom and left her clothes in a more or less neat pile next to the clean ones she had brought in to change into after her shower. She kept her ears perked for any sounds of Jasper moving about or doing things in her home, but she couldn’t hear him. Of course, if he didn't want to be heard by her, he wouldn't. That didn’t stop her from listening.

She had invited Jasper over this weekend to spend time with her while Mark and Elle were out of town. He had arrived last night. They had watched TV, and he had fed on her. She swallowed at the memory of it, thinking of his fangs in her neck, him pressing her hand into her groin and the very intense pleasure that had followed. Annabelle sighed. She was starting to think she might have a kink for this stuff.

She turned on the warm water and stepped into the shower. She tilted her face up and just let the spray hit her chest and run down her body for a minute. Her body was cold again, but she could feel it start to warm slightly in the heat and steam of the shower. Annabelle reached for soap and let her thoughts turn around in her head.

Complicated, that was definitely how she would describe her feelings for Jasper and their relationship. Very complicated. On the surface, they were friends, and one could make a very solid argument that they were also firmly in the friends with benefits category. What they did, with him feeding on her and her body reacting to it the way it did, it felt very much to her like sex. She supposed, to Kindred, it was basically sex. Sex without the sex. But she didn't consider Jasper to be her boyfriend, or even her lover, not really. She didn't know if there was a name for what he was to her. There might have been a fancy Kindred term for it, but she didn't know what it was. She wondered if Jasper thought of her as a lover, or any other term. She suspected he didn't, but she had never asked. She made a mental note to ask him about it.

Annabelle rinsed her body and started to wash and condition her hair. She thought about what Jasper had told her about their Blood Bond. A tiny part of her was tempted to test it, to see if he really would come if she silently called out to him, but a much larger part of her knew that was not a good idea. It would feel like crying wolf, and it would be an abuse of whatever power she might have over him now. She was honoured by how much Jasper trusted her. It made her feel a great affection for him. She wondered if he felt the same for her, and all the evidence she could think of told her that he did. He was increasingly physically affectionate with her – never in front of their coterie or anyone else, but in their private moments, especially after feeding, he seemed to enjoy physical contact with her. That may have been her Vitae influencing him somewhat, but Annabelle also believed that he might have cared strongly about her even without the Blood Bond.

She rinsed her hair and luxuriated in the warm water. She had offered Jasper a shower before she took one, but he had politely declined. In a great many ways, he was still a mystery to her. She was deeply curious about him, but respecting his privacy was more important. Everyone had their secrets, and she suspected he had always been a very private person even in life. That was okay. She could live with not knowing everything about him.

Annabelle turned off the water and stepped out of the shower to dry herself. She felt refreshed. She took her time drying and re-dressing. She had chosen black jeans to wear tonight and suspected that may have been Jasper's subtle influence. Her Beast growled at her, reminding her of her hunger. That was one of the biggest downsides to this relationship. Every time Jasper fed from her body, it made her Beast upset. That hunger could only be ignored for so long. It was a literal drain on her system. Annabelle promised herself that she would feed tonight. They would go out and she would find someone who would give her permission to drink a little of their blood. She had it all planned out in her head as she applied make-up in the bathroom mirror. Then, after she fed, she would come back home and... maybe she and Jasper could have some more fun. She smirked to herself as she winged her eye liner.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Annabelle found Jasper in the lounge. He was looking at a book of urban Los Angeles photography that Elle had bought. Annabelle sat next to him and smiled. “Hey.”

Jasper closed the book. “Hey.”

“I have a plan for tonight. Nothing set in stone, though.”

“Go on.”

“I'm going to go out and feed. You're welcome to come with me. And then we'll come back here and... hang out.”

“Hang out?” He inquired in mock innocence.

“Yeah... you know...” Annabelle touched his knee and bit her lip.

“Yeah... I know.” Jasper smirked and Annabelle knew he has been playing with her a little.

She smiled again. Tonight was going to be fun.

“There's a gothy, kind of vampire themed bar I found,” Annabelle told him, “and I'm going to try my luck there.”

“And you want me to come with you?”

“Well, yeah! Or you can go do your own thing for a few hours and I'll call you... or...” Annabelle shrugged. She did want Jasper to come along, even though she knew he would be hidden from sight the whole time. If he said no though, she'd be disappointed but understanding.

“I'll come if you'd like, but I'll have to be unseen,” Jasper said.

“Okay... don't feel like you have to come or anything,” Annabelle said, worried about the Blood Bond. “Like, I’m not forcing you to.”

He gave her a reassuring little smile. “No, it's okay. I want to.”

She smiled as well, relieved. “Well, I'm ready to go, so...”

Jasper patted himself, showing that he hadn't come with a lot. “Me too.”

Annabelle jumped up and grabbed her red leather jacket, keys, phone and wallet. This wasn't a date, she told herself, but she sure as hell had to admit it felt like one.

Jasper made himself disappear as she locked up the house. It gave her the chills. One second, he was standing next to her, but when she looked back after putting her keys away, he was gone.

“I'm... hoping you're still here?” she asked quietly.

“Of course,” he replied. She could hear him smile.

“Right. Good. Let's go.” She headed for transport to get them to the bar.

**

Annabelle activated both Awe and Blush of Life as she and an invisible Jasper stepped into the bar. It was small and dark, but with a very charming gothic aesthetic. It looked like it was a slow night, not surprising for a Sunday. Annabelle took a seat at the bar. The bartender was a curvy woman with a pale face and long, dark hair tied back in a high ponytail. She had several ear piercings, including a large safety clip through one ear. The bartender looked bored, but perked up when she saw Annabelle.

“Hey, hun,” she said, approaching Annabelle. “What can I get ya?”

Annabelle smiled. “Hi! Um...” she glanced at the wall of bottles behind the bartender. “I'm not sure. What do you recommend?”

“The house favourite's the 'Vampire's Kiss,' but we've got everything.”

Annabelle grinned. “Ooh, what's in that?” She couldn’t see Jasper, but she assumed he was nearby and also grinning.

“Berry vodka, berry liqueur, cranberry juice. It tastes deceptively non-alcoholic,” the bartender said with a wink.

Annabelle knew that with Blush of Life, she could drink or eat like a human, but she would have to throw it up again later. For a little while, she could keep it down though, to sell the illusion of life. “I'll take one of those, thanks.”

The bartender smiled. “Coming right up!” She got to work mixing the drink with a little extra showmanship. Annabelle watched her, but looked at her phone when it buzzed. It was Jasper texting her privately.

“She looks cute,” his message said.

“The bartender?” Annabelle texted back.

“Yes.”

“You think I have a chance?”

“She's checking you out. I think you're good.”

“Waiting on someone?” the bartender asked, sliding Annabelle the drink. The cocktail was a deep red.

“Um, no... not really,” Annabelle lied. “Just a girls' night out kind of thing, but I'm on my own, I guess.” She smiled a little awkwardly. She still didn't like lying. “I'd heard about this place and wanted to check it out.”

“Ahh, you're the curious type huh?” the bartender said knowingly. “We get a lot of people looking to flirt with the darkness a little.” She winked at Annabelle again. “Don't be nervous, hun. That's why we're all here.”

Annabelle giggled, as charmed by the bartender and she seemed to be by her.

“Although on Sunday nights it seems to just be the six of us.” The bartender chuckled and gestured to herself, Annabelle, the few staff members and meagre other bar patrons present.

“Yeah, slow night?”

“I guess this just isn't a hot feeding night in L.A. for vampires,” the bartender sighed. “Shame.”

Annabelle laughed. It was a little nervous and for a split second, she thought the bartender might have known about the Masquerade, but then she remembered she was in a vampire themed bar, after all. “Well, I don't know? Maybe we could change that?” Annabelle cringed to herself. That wasn't a very good line, and she knew it.

The bartender's eyebrow arched slowly at her, but she didn't seem put off.

Annabelle blushed pink. “Sorry, that was a horrible line.”

The bartender laughed. “At least you want to use lines on me! I'm flattered.”

Annabelle sipped her drink. It was good, but it did nothing to satisfy her Beast, and her Beast was hungry indeed.

“So...” the bartender leaned in towards her a little. “You're here looking for some mortals to play with?”

Annabelle swallowed. Did she know, or was she just playing? Surely she was just playing. “Uh, yeah. I guess. I'm Annabelle.”

“That's a cute name!” The bartender extended her hand for Annabelle to shake. “Lisa.”

Annabelle smiled and shook Lisa's hand. “Nice to meet you.” The handshake seemed to linger. Annabelle bit her lower lip. She wasn't sure if it was the Awe, or if Lisa genuinely liked her. Either way, she was definitely being flirted with.

“What do I owe you for the drink?” Annabelle asked.

“Oh, no, hun, don't worry about it,” Lisa winked. “It's on the house.”

“No, I insist!” Annabelle got her wallet out and put some money on the bar. It was more than enough to pay for the cocktail.

“Well... if you insist,” Lisa relented, taking the money and putting it in the register. “Thanks, hun.”

Annabelle glanced at the tip jar, thinking to add something there too. It had been almost empty when she had sat down, but there was a large note in there now. Annabelle blinked. She hadn't noticed anyone put anything in there... but that didn't mean that no one did. She smirked and texted Jasper.

“Where did you get that money?”

“Never you mind. Not from you though,” he replied.

A few more minutes passed, during which time no one else entered the bar. Lisa and Annabelle kept making eye contact with each other and smiling. Eventually, Lisa came back over to her.

“So, I think other than me, you might be out of luck tonight,” Lisa told Annabelle. “We'll be closing up early fairly soon if more people don't come in.” She smiled at Annabelle and lowered her voice a little. “Although, if you want to hang out while I close...?”

There was a secret proposal there that Annabelle picked up on. She blushed a little redder. “Sure... I'd love to hang out with you, if you'd like.” She couldn't believe her luck. Even with Awe, sometimes she had to work to pick someone up. Not this night. This night, she had hit the jackpot.

“You can stay as long as you like,” Lisa said.

“Thank you!” Annabelle sipped more of her drink and complemented Lisa on her bartending skills.

Lisa smiled and started to pack up, getting ready to close early. She checked in on security and cleaned, all the while shooting Annabelle flirtatious glances. With every glance Annabelle caught, she would smile or wave a little, keen on Lisa's attention. She texted Jasper again as well.

“Looks good,” she told him.

“I can see that,” he replied. She still didn't know exactly where he was in the room, but she imagined he was still smiling and watching with interest. After all, if Annabelle fed tonight, then he fed tonight too.

Annabelle felt a rumble in her stomach. Her undead body was getting ready to reject her cocktail. She got up and asked Lisa for directions to the bathroom and Lisa pointed it out to her.

“I'll be waiting for when you get back,” Lisa said.

Annabelle shot her a smile and went into the ladies' room. She entered a stall and let herself throw up the cocktail into the toilet. It looked like a bloody mess, and felt disgusting, but Annabelle felt better once it was out of her system. She flushed the toilet, took a few deep breaths and reactivated Blush of Life. Her Beast growled, but she calmed it down with a promise that yes, tonight she was going to feed, and not on any more alcohol. There was a pretty bartender waiting for her who seemed to have a thing for vampires.

Annabelle emerged from the bathrooms and approached Lisa, who was waiting with her purse. “Um... my place or yours?” she asked with a little smile.

“Mine's nearby, if you're comfortable.”

“Yeah, sure! Um... but I will have to get home later tonight though, so...”

To Annabelle's surprise, Lisa smiled. “That's fine, hun. No strings, okay?”

It seemed like Lisa was used to this kind of temporary hook-up. Annabelle knew there was an underground culture for this kind of thing, but hadn't really explored too much of it before. “No strings,” she agreed, excited.

Lisa took Annabelle's hand and they walked out of the bar together, Lisa pausing to lock up and set the alarm. Annabelle hoped Jasper got out okay, but assumed he did by the very briefest of his touches on her free hand.

Lisa led Annabelle down the street a few blocks towards an apartment block. Conveniently, she only seemed to live a short walk away from her work.

“So... you're obviously into vampire stuff,” Annabelle said.

Lisa laughed. “Yeah, how could you tell?” She smiled at her. “I don't know why, exactly, but all that stuff with embracing and blood has always seemed kind of... intimate to me.”

“Oh yeah, totally.” Annabelle grinned. “'Intimate' is definitely the word for it.” She hesitated, then chanced a question. Lisa did seem pretty heavily into the vampire kink. “Have you done... biting or blood stuff before?”

“Yeah, I've... dabbled a fair bit. It's kind of hard not to in this scene. It's been pretty fun!”

Annabelle was relieved. “Yeah, I have too.” She felt that a person with this kind of interest would have been more likely to have been in Nelli's extended social circle, so she was glad to have found one too. She took a deep breath and made the metaphorical plunge. “Um... would you like to? Tonight?”

A dawning smile appeared on Lisa's pale face. “Sure. It'd love that.”

“Yeah?” Annabelle smiled back, adding some sensuality of her own into it. Things were going very well. “Cool.”

Lisa's apartment was a tiny, studio-style space. It was mostly one room with a small kitchenette and another door that led to a bathroom. A large wrought iron bed took up a large chuck of space in the main room. Dark wood bookcases lined the walls, full of novels and other gothic paraphernalia, with the odd piece of pop culture or nerd stuff here and there. Annabelle was pleased to find not one, but two complete sets of the Harry Potter books, including the special Slytherin House edition. Most of the rest of the décor was in a black and red theme.

Lisa paused and frowned after inviting Annabelle in and closing the door. “Huh.”

Annabelle glanced back at her. “What?”

“Nothing.” Lisa shook off her sudden chill. “Just a draft or something.”

Annabelle nodded and glanced around the room. Her eyes landed briefly on the darkest corner, and it might have been her imagination, but the shadow there seemed a little bigger than it had been a moment ago. She nodded again, seemingly to herself, but mostly to the shadow, and had another look around the room.

“Anyway,” Lisa said. “I'll give you the tour.” She spread her arms and gestured to the room, taking in the kitchenette and toilet door as well. “This is it!”

She smiled. “I love your place!” She took a step towards a shelf to look at some obscure vampire novels and films she hadn't heard of before.

“Thank you.”

Annabelle turned back to Lisa after a moment. “Seriously, this is great.”

Lisa smiled. “I tend to collect stuff, which is not great when you live this small, but hey, I know what I like!”

“I like it,” Annabelle said. “I like you.”

Lisa smiled knowingly and sat on the bed. She patted a spot next to her for Annabelle to sit. She did and pushed her long, black hair back behind her ear.

“So,” Annabelle asked, a little shyness creeping back in. She could almost feel Jasper watching them from his shadow in the corner, but Lisa was unaware. She wondered if Lisa would have minded if she did know. “Do you like to bite, or be bitten?”

Lisa was not shy at all. This was obviously not her first time with someone experimenting with a blood kink. “I prefer being bitten, but I'm flexible. I have a blade if you want to make a little cut, or you can just bite...”

Annabelle's eyes widened a little, surprised at Lisa's initiative. She felt very lucky to have met this sexy, kinky bartender, and made a mental note to try to keep in touch with her after this. “That works for me,” she said, with a sensual little smile. She put a hand on Lisa's knee, which Lisa did not mind at all. “I usually prefer to bite, but... if you want to cut, I'm okay with that. Are you sure you're okay with me tasting your blood?”

“Yeah,” Lisa assured her, and blushed slightly herself. “It... kinda does it for me... and you're really cute.”

Annabelle felt her cheeks go warm again. “Thanks. I think you're beautiful,” she said honestly.

Lisa put her hand on Annabelle's.

“I promise I don't have any, like, diseases or anything,” Annabelle added softly.

Lisa smiled and chuckled quietly. “Good to know. Me too. I'm really careful and test regularly, otherwise, I wouldn’t do this.”

Annabelle nodded, reassured.

Lisa's voice got low and sensual. “Anyway, now that that's out of the way... feel free to play. Unless I say 'foxtrot,' it's not too far.”

Annabelle made a mental note of the new safe word as Lisa went in for a kiss. Annabelle welcomed and returned it tenderly, and any final nerves she had about the evening melted away.

The two women relaxed back onto the bed, kissing and touching each other. Soft sighs and gentle moans filled the tiny apartment. Annabelle felt herself getting lost in the moment, almost forgetting for a little while why she was there, including forgetting about the Nosferatu in the dark corner. Her Beast didn't let her forget for long though, and when Lisa deliberately exposed her neck to Annabelle, she bit her gently, giving Lisa a hickey, but not breaking the skin yet. She held back, like she remembered Jasper doing, to listen for the safe word. Instead of saying 'foxtrot,' Lisa moaned. Annabelle took that as permission to continue and bit properly into Lisa's throat. She felt Lisa tense in the pain, then relax into the pleasure as Annabelle fed. She let her hands roam again over Lisa's body as she did so. The blood was good, nourishing and sweet, and her Beast whispered at her to take a little more, just a little more...

Annabelle pulled back, as full as she dared, and licked Lisa's skin to close the wound. Lisa was near breathless on the bed with a dizzy, happy little smile. There was a very faint snarl from the shadows and Annabelle looked up, mildly startled. She realised that Jasper had just watched every second of that and blushed again. Lisa hadn’t seemed to notice at all, lost in her haze of pleasure.

“Damn...” Lisa mumbled. “You... you're very good at that...”

“Thanks,” Annabelle said, a little humble, turning her attention back to Lisa. “You're good too.”

“If you say so.” She tried to sit up, but her body betrayed her and she landed back on her dark pillow. “Woah... I doubt I'm getting up for a while,” she giggled.

Annabelle giggled too. “Yeah. I'll get you some water?”

“Aww... thanks!”

Annabelle got off the bed and headed to the kitchenette. Glasses were easy to find and she filled one with water to bring back. It was the very least she could do. Lisa took it gladly and drank some.

“This was good,” Annabelle said, genuinely. “I had fun.”

“I'm really glad.” Lisa chuckled. “I think it's obvious I did too. So... you said you'd need to get home? It's cool if you do.” She sounded a little like she wished Annabelle could stay longer. Annabelle kind of wished that too, but knew she shouldn’t.

“Yeah, I do, sorry. But... I'll be sure the come by the bar again another time,” she promised.

“Yeah,” Lisa smiled. She seemed to like the sound of that. “You know where to find me. Be safe getting home, okay?”

“I will! Thanks again, Lisa, and... um...” Annabelle's voice dropped to a whisper, hoping to convince Lisa to keep a secret. “Don't tell anyone, okay?”

Lisa smiled again. It seemed like she had had this talk with others before too. “Sure. Your secret's safe with me.”

“Thank you,” Annabelle said. She leaned in to give Lisa one last long, sweet goodbye kiss, then went to the door. “See you.”

Lisa waved goodbye. Annabelle opened the door and made sure to do it wide enough to give Jasper time to slip out too. The door closed slowly behind them with a click.

Annabelle welcomed the cool night air on her face when she and Jasper got back out onto the street. She heard a soft, snarly chuckle by her side.

“Looked like you had fun.”

She glanced at where she had heard his voice. She still had Blush of Life on and her face turned red again. “Yes, I did.”

“She seemed... nice.”

“Yeah...” Annabelle glanced back up at the apartment building, to where she thought Lisa's window might be. She definitely intended to make good on her promise to return to that bar at some point in the near future. “She was.”

“Into vampires too. That's convenient.”

“You know... she might have been into you too, you know.”

She could hear him snicker very quietly. “I doubt it.”

“I don't know... she was really kinky... and besides... I'm into you.”

Annabelle paused and blinked. She hadn't really meant to say that, but it was out now. She cleared her throat. “Jasper?”

“Let's get back to your place,” he said in her ear.

She shivered, as she always did when he did that. She nodded and hurried home.

**

Annabelle made sure the door was securely locked behind her after she and Jasper got back to her house. Jasper let his Obfuscate drop once he was safely inside. It was the first time Annabelle had seen him since they had left, several hours ago. He looked hungry. She squinted at him, feeling bold and aroused by Lisa's blood.

“If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked watching me feed on her just now,” she said.

Jasper licked his fangs and smiled in the way he knew did funny things to Annabelle's insides. “Maybe.”

Annabelle’s Blush of Life was still active. Her heart thudded in her chest. She was already turned on from earlier. Her mouth felt suddenly a little dry and she swallowed. “Would you... like to... have some too?”

“Yes, please,” Jasper growled.

Annabelle nodded. “Bedroom.” She hastened there with Jasper looming behind her, hot on her heels.

Annabelle's red jacket was off as soon as she got to the bedroom. She tossed it onto her chair, which was already laden with other clothing. Jasper took a step towards her, but hesitated when she held up a finger. She took her shoes off before getting onto the bed. She smiled at him and beckoned him over when she was ready. He crawled onto the bed and came up beside her. She reached towards his head, then stopped.

“May I?” she asked quietly.

“Sure.”

Annabelle gently pulled his hood off, exposing his hairless, black-veined skin. “I want you to be comfortable here,” she said softly.

“I am,” he replied. “You've been a lovely host.”

“Thanks.” She fidgeted a little. “So... how would you like me?”

Jasper smiled. “Like this is fine.” He touched her hand and trailed his hand up to her shoulder and throat. He could feel her goosebumps. He let his fingers linger on her artificial pulse, which was racing away. “You seem very excited,” he observed.

Annabelle giggled. His hands were cold, but she didn't mind. The contrast to her warm skin was exhilarating. She could tell he was dragging this out. The anticipation was killing her. Her jeans felt too tight. “I am excited,” she said.

“I would very much like to taste that.” Annabelle recognised the hunger in his growl. Her stomach twisted. She felt tingly.

Annabelle tilted her neck to give him easy access to the veins and arteries in her throat. She closed her eyes as she heard and felt him draw himself in. She felt his hands on her shoulders and upper arms. He held her close to him, his body firm against hers. He gave her skin a sniff, then opened his mouth and bit into her.

She gasped, feeling his fangs sink into her jugular again. Her Vitae flowed into his hungry mouth. She winced at the pain and bit her lip, but as soon as the pleasure hit she relaxed into his arms, clinging to him with one of her own. She soon became light-headed as the blood left her brain. As if it had a mind of her own, her other hand drifted down to the button and zipper of her jeans and undid them enough to slide her hand into her pants and under her underwear. Her fingers moved against herself in a delicious and well-practiced fashion. She moaned loudly as Jasper bit a little harder and drank a little deeper. The pleasure rolling across her body was strong, and getting stronger by the millisecond. Annabelle was soon quaking with it and couldn’t hold on for long. She clung desperately to Jasper's back and screamed her climax through gritted teeth.

She felt like she was floating afterwards. She was dimly aware of his tongue licking her neck and her Beast grumbling and growling within. She relaxed back onto the pillows, one hand still in her pants. Every now and then she shook with a little aftershock.

A minute later, Annabelle opened her eyes again. Jasper was watching her. He had a hand on her hip. She realised she was still touching herself and, with no small degree of embarrassment, removed her hand. Her fingers were wet. She wiped them on a tissue, her cheeks red. “Sorry...” she mumbled.

“What for? Enjoying yourself?”

“Um...” Annabelle looked at him. He didn't seem bothered in the slightest.

He relaxed beside her, stretching his long body out on her large bed. “I think it's really great that you get so much...” he grinned, “pleasure out of these feedings, Annabelle. It's done wonders for my ego.”

Annabelle suppressed a little laugh and snuggled into him. “Nice to know I can boost your ego?”

“Not many things do, any more.” He stroked her hair. She wished she could feel what he was thinking, like how he could feel her. She figured they might have to have another talk about the Blood Bond soon, but not right at that moment.

“Do you really have to go tomorrow?” she asked very quietly.

“Yeah,” he said, just as softly. “I've got... responsibilities. And besides... what would your girlfriend say when she came home to find me in your bed?”

Annabelle laughed at the mental image. “She might be into it?”

She could feel Jasper shake his head. “I think she'd be horrified, Annabelle.”

“Mmm... she'd be surprised, for sure.”

“Have you told her about me?”

“I've... mentioned you, but only in that I have friends who are vampires. She doesn't know about the feeding.”

Jasper gave a little disapproving snarl. “I still wish you hadn't told her anything.”

“I know... but I can't take it back now.” Annabelle sighed.

“What about Mark?”

“He’s not been around as much. Victor’s mostly kept him away.” There was a note of sadness in Annabelle’s voice. She gently traced one of the lines on Jasper’s hoodie with her finger.

“I've had a good time with you this weekend,” Annabelle said, changing the subject and telling the truth. “A very good time. I've missed this.”

“I've missed this too,” Jasper confessed.

“Let's... not go so long between breaks next time?” she said hopefully.

“We'll see, but it would be nice,” Jasper agreed.

When dawn arrived, the two of them remained snuggled in each other's arms as they slept. Annabelle's Blush of Life faded and her body cooled to its usual undead temperature. For a little while, she could pretend that Jasper didn't have to leave the next night. She promised herself to invite him back as soon as she was able to. She sensed he wouldn’t say 'no.'

[emmyfignewton]

Don’t Ask Why - Peter Parker

Warnings: angst? Idk im not really sure if this counts as angst? And language

Summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend Peter Parker for years and finally your relationship had begun to blossom, but after months of random disappearances with no excuse and constant empty promises you felt yourself breaking down. You decided that leaving would be easier than having Peter break your heart piece by piece, day by day. (This is based off the song “Don’t Ask Why” by Vanessa Hudgens so i recommend listening to it as you read lol) *Bold and italics are lyrics, just italics are flashbacks.

I remember the day I first met you

You really caught my attention

Didn't know I was looking for a rescue

I wasn't thinking that hard

Now and then I was there in the moment

I was ready for nothing

It doesn't mean that I really didn't love you

While I'm breaking your heart

As you made your way to the apartment complex you had become so familiar with you felt a sense of dread filling your gut. You knew you had to do this, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t going to hurt like a bitch. As you walked you let your mind wander to the first time you met Peter.

It was the very first day of middle school and you were the new kid, so it was safe to say that you were extremely nervous. You quickly made your way to your locker to drop off the pile of school supplies that was currently about to break both of your arms. You finally reached locker 324 but you were soon to realize that it was the top locker which was very much out of your reach. You let out a puff of frustration setting down all of your books to attempt opening this stupid thing. But of course, the lock was just barely above where your fingertips were able to reach. You were a very determined person, however, so you quickly stepped upon the pile of books, spirals, and binders you brought along. Just as you started to put in your combination you felt a small tap on your shoulder.

“U-um sorry to bother you but you’re blocking my locker.” You turned around to meet the eyes of your future best friend who was pointing at the locker directly below you. The young boy standing in front of you wasn’t that tall sure, but definitely tall enough to reach the stupid top locker without a problem, but no, of course, he got the bottom one.

“Well you see since they gave me the top locker that I can’t even reach, I’m going to have to be in your way for a few more minutes.” You huffed in the nerdy looking boys face.

“I-I um I could help you if you want?” He seemed to be questioning what he was saying but rolled with it anyway.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Okay, you can help, but only if you tell me your name first.”

“Um, Peter, Peter Parker.”

“Well Peter, Peter Parker, I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” You stuck you small hand out for a handshake which he hesitantly accepted. You watched as he easily reached up and started to enter in the locker combination that was printed on the schedule you handed him.

“Oh and Peter?”

“Hm?”

“Unless you want to be late for class everytime we have to stop by our lockers I suggest we make this an everyday thing.”

“Oh um okay?” He figured that even by agreeing to what you said he would open your locker for the first few days and slowly but surely you would handle it yourself and never speak to him again, but oh was he dead wrong, for Peter had caught the attention of your 11-year-old self.

It seemed like in only a blink of an eye you and Peter were best friends, always talking whenever you could, eating lunch together and of course the daily catch-ups next to your lockers as Peter undid yours, eventually memorizing which books you needed and when so you wouldn’t have to struggle with pulling them out of the sky-high locker yourself. Especially not after the one day you bit off more than you could chew grabbing one too many notebooks causing them to crash down onto you, leading to a fuming Y/N and a young Peter trying to stifle his laughter while also trying to pick up all of the papers that fell out and now scattered the middle school’s hallway.  

You chuckled to yourself at the memory. Who would’ve thought that you would grow up to fall in love with your best friend, well you did. From the first day you started into his brown puppy dog eyes as his soft curls fell down his face you knew that an epic crush was brewing.

Your eleven-year-old self would’ve been jumping for joy over the idea of you and Peter actually being together, but now you couldn’t bear the feeling of unwantedness your boyfriend was feeding you every day. It started as a few rain checks here and there and sometimes he would ignore your messages but you understood that not everyone could be as attentive as you’d like and maybe your friends had just fed you false information on how boyfriends worked. But it didn’t stop, instead, it got worse, to the point where you stopped texting him all together knowing that you’d never get a reply but rather waiting for him to do his once a week ten-minute phone call to “catch up.”

You two stopped hanging out as much, despite your constant attempts, there would always be a last minute excuse as to why you two had to cancel. But still, you stayed because a little bit of Peter’s love was better than nothing, right? You still saw him at school every day and you kept all your normal rituals, most of the time joined by your guys’ friend Ned. You knew you could handle that, just a little bit of him because maybe he was just busy and soon it would all blow over and you’d get your Peter back. But that never happened despite how many times you prayed it would. Instead your once a week calls turned into none and Peter stopped caring to even cancel instead letting you reach his door only to be greeted with the apologetic eyes of May as she told you time and time again that you just barely missed him.

It seemed like you weren’t even a part of his life anymore, however you still stayed, feeling like a mere memory in his mind rather than his girl or even his best friend. But finally, you snapped. You didn’t think it would happen you had already been broken a hundred times over with his empty promises and forced apologies that because too repetitive for your liking, but you did.

You walked into the lunchroom ready to finally be with your friends, Peter had been once again dodging you knowing that’d you be furious after he missed your date over the weekend, you had already sent him probably twenty messages about how upset and embarrassed you were having to sit and wait in a restaurant while your so-called boyfriend refused to even show.  

Sure you were pissed, but that had already happened too many times to count so you moved on just wanting to see his face and run your fingers through his chocolate curls for the first time in what felt like forever.

Instead, the moment you sat your lunch tray down you were met with the backs of Ned and Peter.

“Uh hello? Guys?” You tried to get their attention, but they seemed too busy whispering to each other to even notice you. Ned quickly spun around to face you with Peter slowly trailing behind.

“Oh hey, Y/N we just uh-”

“Nothing. We weren’t doing anything.” Peter cut Ned off sharply while shooting him a glare as if to say “Please shut up before you spill the beans.”

“I didn’t ask…” you trailed off, extremely confused as to why they were so defensive over whatever conversation they were just having.

“Um Peter, do you think I could talk to you? Alone?” You asked softly.

“Actually Ned and I have to go uh go do something, right Ned?” Peter nudged Ned to quickly gain the boy’s attention.

“Huh-uh sure yeah what Peter said,” he spoke hastily while getting up along with Peter who was already starting his journey out of the lunchroom, leaving you in a pile of confusion, anger, and defeat.

Peter ended up ignoring you for the rest of the week causing you to finally make up your damn mind and end this now before he took every piece of you.  

That led you here, staring at the numbers nailed to the all too familiar apartment door. Your small fist knocked lightly on the wood, you expected May to answer and for her to tell you once more that Peter wasn’t home forcing you to leave and stopping you from making this decision. Instead, you were met with a pair of puzzled brown eyes.

“H-hey Y/N, I didn’t know we had plans tonight…” Peter murmured his voice laced with confusion as he let you inside the apartment.

“We didn’t, but since you tend to cancel on our plans I decided to show up on the off chance you’d actually be here for once.” You didn’t want to be so rude so quick but you felt every bit of anger and disappointment you’ve felt over the past few months boiling to the surface ready to spill out.

“Yeah about that...you know I’m really sorry I’ve just been busy with-”

“With what Peter? What could possibly keep you so busy that you don’t even speak to your girlfriend anymore.”

“Well you know school and uh…”

“School? Really? Because when we were just best friends school didn’t seem to keep you this busy. C’mon Peter I need something better than school.”

“I can’t say.” he murmured.

“Bullshit. That’s utter bullshit, I’m your best friend you can tell me anything and you know it.”

“Just trust me Y/N, I can’t tell you this, I-I just can’t.” He looked at you with desperation in his eyes, just wishing you would drop it.

“Trust you? How can I trust you when it seems like I barely even know you these days.” Your voice started cracking as the words spilled out of your lips and you could feel tears starting to well up in your eyes.

“Peter, you haven’t had a real conversation with me in two weeks, you’ve canceled on every date or just decided not to show up, and I can’t even remember the last time you answered one of my calls.”

“I’m sorry Y/N...I-I didn’t think you would notice.”

“We’ve been best friends since we were eleven years old, I thought I knew you like the back of my hand. Before this whole you and me dating thing started, we talked every single day, telling each other every single detail about our lives. I knew everything about you and you think I wouldn’t notice that you completely shut me out? Do you really think that I haven’t noticed you don’t want me anymore?” Tears rolled down your flustered cheeks. Your voice broke a million times as you finally got out what you’ve been thinking for far too long. Peter looked at you shocked at the words falling from your lips. He tried to form sentences but nothing was coming out.

Don't ask why

Before we get too close

Just let me say goodbye

It's easier this way

Don't ask why

Before you ask the question

And I die inside

Just let me walk away

“Peter, I-I can’t do this anymore…”

“Wait what? No no no no no please Y/N please d-don’t do this.” His words were rushed and frantic as he reached toward you trying to hold the pieces of your relationship together, but he was too late, they had already ripped apart.

“I have to do this.” You spoke as you took a wary step away from him, giving him the signal not to touch you. You were afraid if he held you tight and whispered too many sweet nothings into your ear, you’d fall right back in love with him and never leave again despite how much being with him torn you apart.

“Why? Tell me Y/N why the hell do you have to do this?” His voice was fading from broken and hurt to angry and desperate, desperate to know what was making you do this to him.

“Don’t ask me that.” You whispered. Him asking only made you feel even worse inside.

“Why not? C’mon if you're going to break my heart at least tell me why you have to do it.”

“Break your heart? Seriously, Peter, you’re the one who's been ignoring me ever since we started dating, showing that you don’t love me, not like I loved you. You made me feel unwanted, like no matter how hard I tried this relationship would never work.” You were mad, furious even, how could he be such an asshole? How could he say that you were breaking his heart when he had only been tearing you down for months.

A few moments of silence past as you both stared down out the carpet covering the walkway into his apartment, suddenly finding it the most interesting thing in the world.

“Loved?” He finally spoke up. Your use of past tense struck the most painful nerve in his heart, knowing that you no longer felt the way you used to.  

“Loved.” You confirmed with a slight nod and shaky breath. His eyes were staring into yours, his normally warm and happy brown orbs were only showing pain and despair.

“Please Peter, just let me walk away...” All you wanted was to leave, to finish this and get out there.

“So it’s over? Everything is just over?” He asked while moving in front of you as you tried to worm your way out of the apartment.

“Yeah, yeah I guess it is.”

He stood there stunned at what you just confirmed.

“Goodbye, Peter.” You mumbled as you stepped around the boy you once called yours, quickly letting yourself out of the apartment.

The moment you shut the door behind you a  sob slipped from your chapped lips.

You thought this would be different, that you’d be feeling relief and the constant hurt would go away. However, you were met with pain, an unbearable pain that rested in your heart as if it were literally breaking inside your chest. You felt your knees wanting to give out on you as sobs wracked through your body, but you continued on your trek home trying to force Peter out of your memory for good.

But what you didn’t know was an hour later Peter was still standing in the same spot he was as when you left only being able to stare at the remnants of your ruined relationship and at the mess he had made.

Author’s note: hi okay so this is the first imagine i’ve done on this page (i used to do some 5sos ones a hot minute ago but i deleted that account like over a year ago) I really hope you guys liked it!! Please give me as much feedback as you want because i could definitely use some. Anyways thank you so much for reading this, i really appreciate it! Also if you have any requests for me i’m 100% down to do them all!!

This is going to be a two part series, the next part will be in Peter’s pov and it’ll be based off the song “The Mess I Made” by Parachute. I’m veryyyyy excited to write the next part so I hope you guys enjoyed this!!

@tomhollahoe @tornadoxx @softboy-holland

[sinistersaltqueen]

The Promise... Part 6!!!!!!

Title: The promise

Summary: Youre back home finally. It starts with your reaction to seeing dean for the first time since the kidnapping.

Author: sinistersaltqueen

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader, Castiel

Word count: 1271

Warnings: Language, major smut, panic attack, just. everything.

Author’s notes: weve come to the end guys :( this is the last part sadly. For the finale, I kinda went all out. So word of warning, its pretty crazy lol. anywayssss. I will be doing a giveaway to celebrate the ending of this series. For my first fics ever, Im proud of how far its come. More info on the giveaway coming soon! stay tuned, and keep reading.

The Promise Masterpost here

You stop in your tracks. You bite your lip. You look him up and down, as if you are mentally undressing him, your glare is too much for him, you can tell he can’t wait any longer. You rush towards him and jump onto him. Your arms wrap around his neck, and your legs around his torso. You kiss him like you’ve never kissed before. Your mouths are like a fine tuned machine, interlocking perfectly within each other. Dean carries you back into his room without breaking the connection, then throws you onto the bed. He pulls his shirt over his head, kicks off his shoes. His abs are so perfect. Every detail carved out like a sculpture. Even the anti possession tattoo is like a work of art on his canvas. He climbs on top of you and starts kissing you again, his body moving over you. He leans back and rips off your dirty clothes, leaving an open body for him to run his hands all over. You take control and reverse positions. You are now on top, hovering over Dean. You run your hands over his chest and then unzip, and pull off his pants. You move back up and start kissing his neck. One hand pulls at his hair, the other wraps around his neck. The two of you together are explosive. Every move you make is matched with one that fits perfectly. Dean lets out a faint growling noise and you move down. He inhales sharply as you take him in your mouth. His back arches, his hands grasp at the sheets next to him. You snake your head until he can’t take it anymore. You move up to where you’re hovering over his lap, and you sink down onto him Deans hands move to your hips and the rhythm they follow is like a beat on a drum. He lifts you and puts you on your back, looking at you as the tempo increases The beat gets faster and faster, then it’s like the whole world is exploding. A fire inside both of you burns. The world stops. Everything relaxes. The two of you lie back, panting. You both stare and the ceiling and try to recover The feeling was intoxicating. The indescribably glorious thing that just happened was mind blowing. You look at each other for a moment and you giggle. “I missed you Dean Winchester” “I missed you Y/F/N” You grab his hand as you both look back up. - A few hours later, you and Dean emerge from the room, holding hands still, both smiling like kids. The two of you walk into Sams room where him and cas are watching a TV. “Did you fucking teach Cas to dance Y/N?” Sam asks accusatorially. “Yep. And he’s great at it!” You say smiling at cas, you turn your head to Dean and shake your head, mouthing the words “he’s really not” You all laugh, except Cas. Cas is just confused. You walk up to him and scratch his head, messing up his hair a bit. “It’s okay Cas. I still love you” He smiles. He’s kinda like a little puppy. A cute little angel puppy. “You know, we share a wall. Can you be a bit quieter next time Dean.” Sam says jokingly Deans face turns a bright shade of pink and you nuzzle your head into his neck giggling. “If you want, I can make the two of you even” you offer sam jokingly, then wink. Dean immediately wraps his arms around you and says “nope, she’s alllll mine” “Gross” sam remarks. “Wanna go grab a bit to eat?” Dean offers, “all that fun with Y/N sure helped me work up an appetite” “I’m down” you say “I could eat” sam agrees “I am an angel, I do not eat” Cas says emotionlessly. “You’re coming anyway” dean says quickly. “Okay then” He says, standing up The four of you go down to a local diner. The sign outside said best pie for miles. We’ll see about that. You, Sam, and Dean all get burgers, and scarf them down quickly. Normally you could never keep up with their eating, but after a week being held like a prisoner, being fed once a day, you would have eaten just about anything. The burgers weren’t the best, in comparison to something from your typical diners, they were about a 6/10, but after the shit you ate when you were with Crowley, it tasted better than anything you had ever eaten. When the waitress brought out the pie, you and Sam each took a slice, then Dean grabbed a fork and knife, and dig into the rest. That pie was so fucking good. The tender cinnamon apple filling inside was a symphony of flavors, warming up your tastebuds as they danced along your tongue . The hot flaky crust perfectly fell apart in your mouth. It was perfect. When you had all finished your food, the four of you hopped back in baby and headed back to the bunker. This is the first time Dean got to see the car you had stolen to get here on your own. “what the hell is that” he asks, upset as if he were disappointed in you” “Not everyone can have a 1967 chevy impala” you reply, “I improvised. And I kind of like it” He grimaced at the words like they physically hurt him. “You’re lucky I like you” he said, smirking. As you pulled into the bunkers garage, Cas played with your hair. “There is so much of it.” He says, amazed at how girls hair works. You laugh and say “yep, grew it all myself” You all unload out of baby, and go into the bunker. Heading back to Sammy’s room, where the TV is. You turn on a show, and just sit there for a while. The four of you laugh with the show, and you all are actually enjoying it for once. You stand up, you kiss Dean on the cheek and say, “I’m gonna go get changed.” He looks up at you and smiles, “hurry back cutie” You walk into your room, shut the door, lock it, and grab a pair of shorts, and one of Deans flannels, this was the comfiest pair of pajamas you had ever owned, even after washing it, the flannel still smelt like Dean, and the shorts were loose and comfy. The lights flash out. Everything goes dark. Being underground, there are no windows to light the rooms, and all of the doors locks are connected to the panel in the control room. You are stuck. Not again. Your mind flashes back to earlier events. You are stuck in the room with Crowley again, mind and heart racing. You can’t get out. The room is spinning around you. Your eyes dart across the emptiness of the pitch black room. You run to where the door was and start banging on it. You fall to the floor and start crying. It was all over. You’d be stuck here, no one was coming for you. Your mind was overcome with a sense of familiarity. The scene reminding you of the warehouse. You couldn’t escape the terror in your heart. You hear a loud noise against the door Dean kicks in the door, runs to you, and hits the floor, cradling you in his arms. “It’s okay Y/N. I’m here. It’s all going to be okay. The system malfunctioned, it’s all okay sweetie. Nothings going to hurt you. Im here now, and I’m never leaving your side again. I promise...”

[prettivol]

scared to be lonely

my paper roses contest submission @v-0-3​ it’s a fic! 

I started this yesterday and im literally screaming b/c I was able to finish it. Inspired completely by the artwork you posted for 4k subscribers. I loved it so much and was craving to write something for it. Thankfully I finally did. 

here is a song to go with it -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvZyp8zMvnI

Story below~

There was an accident a week ago and then Hiro was gone. It’s not as simple as that but Akio still misses him, draws him in places where he would normally be, brings him up in just about every conversation. And this, Yuki is tired of but can tell how bad it must be to have Hiro up and leave, knowing the way he can be. Impulsive, emo to the point it ruins other people's moods (these are Yuki’s words), and a whole lot of self-loathing. Things that Akio could usually balance out with his bright and far more optimistic attitude but it’s must be hard for them to balance each other out when they are separated and have been for over a week.

But now the days are bleak, the sun is often shadowed by rain clouds or a simple overcast sky that leaves a lot to be desired. And Yuki doesn’t know what it is that’s really hurting Akio, even after watching him from afar all week. Even now, as he sits by the window looking out as the sun sets. Waiting, perhaps for Hiro to come back. Probably, for Hiro to come back.  It’s really dramatic and something right out of a drama and if Akio didn’t have amnesia he’d know that Hiro did this often and came back every time but even then he worried. Stupidly, to Yuki anyways.

“Uhm, Aki-” Yuki begins and is cut off when entering Hiro’s room where Akio seems to spend most of his days. He startles at the first vestige of sound making his sketchbook fall off his lap with a loud slap in the otherwise silent room. Apparently he was asleep but Yuki couldn’t tell from the way he was leaning against his hand, his unkempt hair hid his face just too well. “Are you okay?” She tries again, hands pressed nervously against the pleats on her dress. Akio is still blinking sleep away, looking at her, around her but his shoulders fall as if he’s expecting something. Like he has been all week.

Yuki can tell he understood her, from the way his expression shifts, calculating and forming an answer where one begins, he stops himself. And starts again. “I….I’ve been better.” Without even hiding the pain that he’s feeling, he leans over to pick up up the fallen sketch book as Yuki crosses the room, making sure not to let her eyes wander. There are countless paper roses covering Hiro’s bed, she doesn’t know if Akio made them but it’s a lot.

“You, uh, we can talk if you want? Dinner is ready.” This was -- sigh  -- hard. Yelling at Hiro for upsetting Akio was always easier because he didn’t remember some of the crazy stuff Hiro did but it wasn’t like Hiro had any trouble practically recreating those memories, even as going as far as injuring Akio, again. Of course not on purpose, never on purpose. Hiro wasn’t like that.

“How’s your arm?” Yuki tries as they transition to the dining area, Akio is so quiet behind her that she has to turn and look to make sure he’s actually following. The arm held up in a sling is a grim reminder in itself of both things weighing heavily on his mind. One, his wrist is broken...because of Hiro and second, that Hiro is gone.

And some point during this Yuki expects Akio to get fed up with her, tell her to leave him alone and just blow up because everything wasn’t going to be okay and that some things just can’t be fixed. At least that’s what Hiro always did and it would go on like that until Hiro left. But Akio’s voice is soft and level when he answers, the quiver of his voice when he first woke up is gone as if by putting his guard up again that could hide all of the other signs showing that he wasn’t okay.

“It’s fine, thanks.” There is a hint of a smile trying to make it’s way onto his face but funny how even that has become difficult.

In all honesty, Yuki doesn’t entirely know what has shifted between Akio and her brother since Akio’s memory loss. Sure they’re best friends, grew up together but Akio doesn’t remember that and things are the same but very different. And it wasn’t Yuki’s fujoshi side speaking here, it was the calculated, and observing sister who begrudgedly admits that Hiro didn’t try to change anything between them. He wanted to have his relationship with Akio remain as similar to when he remembered they were best friends and that was good of him. But he couldn’t help that something in Akio’s own heart resurfaced or blossomed like rose bud in spring but the familiarity of it all made her think it was the former.

Akio ate, as much as his mood would allow him and Yuki just wanted to slam her face into her bowl the entire time, this was getting really sad. Goddammit Hiro, you’re still being a selfish prick.

Later when washing dishes and putting them away, there is a distant sound of one bedroom door opening and another closing. Yuki can’t tell if it was from Akio leaving his room and going into Hiro’s or the other way around.

❦  ❦  ❦  ❦  ❦

The fourteenth day that Hiro has been gone, it starts tame and quiet. Just as bleak and dreary as the days before. Yuki is outside, just to take a break from the heavy atmosphere of the house. Somehow it’s even seeped outside or perhaps it just clings, heavy and suffocating. Just enough that it’s always on your mind and when you find one spare moment to not think about it you end up being grateful that you’re not thinking about it. But in that same moment of thanks you realize, you’re thinking about it all over again.

“If it’s going to rain just rain, get these gross clouds out of here.” Mumbling on her way back into the house where Akio is disappearing behind a door. They don’t see much of each other lately, Yuki tries. Akio doesn’t. He’s probably drawing again but Yuki can’t imagine there being anything left for him to draw, unless he’s drawing the same thing over and over. The thought alone worries Yuki enough to follow Akio behind said door. It’s quiet when she approaches and maybe he’s fallen asleep again but once at the door she hears it. The faint sound that only resembles paper tearing, it’s fast and frantic almost. Yuki pushes open the door to see Akio huddled over on the floor with his back facing the door and he’s pulling apart the paper roses scattered around the room. Pieces of white are raining down around him, in bits that almost resembles snow. They’re all around him, on him even.

Yuki steps in and her bracelet hits the wood on the door and Akio turns around, face wet with tears. Yuki runs over to kneel besides him, suddenly scared because it’s been this long and she expected him to snap days ago. But he picks up another paper rose from the floor and tears it apart, screaming as he goes.

“He thinks he’s nothing, can’t be good, can’t be anything!” Yuki goes to grab the paper from Akio’s trembling hands but he drops it and picks up another to repeat the process. Worrying Yuki that he’ll do something to his cast, he’s only been without his cast for two days and it’s completely possible for him to make his wrist worse. “He just thinks he’s a monster or something stupid. It’s why he always treats me like im easy to break and tear apart.”

Rip.

“I’m not!”

Rip.

“It’s not fair! I’m not- Ah! What are you-”

“Stop it, Akio!” Yuki has finally had enough and grabs the rose from his hand and sweeps all others around him away, feeling her own tears want to break surface but she blinks them away and helps Akio stand. Giving him a once over she can’t help but be disappointed in herself in letting him get like this, he should at least look better than he feels. She doesn’t have the words to comfort him right now because she knows he just wants Hiro to come back.

“Let me fix your hair,” Looping her arm gently around his as she pulls him out of the room, making sure to shut the door behind them.

And about ten minutes later Akio’s hair and pulled back tamely in a ponytail almost longer than Yuki’s but it’s her hand that hovers where she usually places a flower. Hesitant because it’s a yellow rose that she holds and she wants Akio to wear for all the thing it symbolizes. Joy, gladness, friendship, delight, and promises of a new beginning. Because if Hiro doesn’t come back this time they’ll have to move anyways. So she tucks it behind his ear gently and she watches how his eyes lift in the mirror to look at it and regardless of how he must be feeling, he smiles. It’s the most genuine one she’s seen in awhile.

❦  ❦  ❦  ❦  ❦

Thirty-two days and counting. Well, maybe not counting. Akio smiles on a regular basis now, doesn’t draw Hiro in the places he would have been, doesn’t bring him up in every conversation or at all really. But Yuki knows he still thinks about him, how can he not?

“We’ve already watched this one.”

“Yeah well, we’re watching it again. It’s one of my favorites.” Yuki sits down next to Akio as the movie starts to play. They’ve been watching plenty of fantasy movies because it’s the next best thing being as far away from reality as possible aside from sleeping. So they’ll take the dragons, the fairies, witches and wizards and imagine they don’t live in the world that they do. In a world where it’s actually been over a month and Hiro hasn’t come back.

They don’t talk much during the movie, movie etiquette of course. But Akio pipes up just halfway through. “Is it supposed to rain today?”

Yuki is squinting her eyes and looking around because why would he suddenly ask- Oh. There’s the window just beyond them that shows the front yard of the house. And to think that Akio would give himself away so easily, through a mundane question about the sky that was growing darker the passing moments.

But she won’t mention it, there’s no need. “I’m not sure but it looks like it.” Answering honestly, she looks over at Akio to see how he’ll react. His hair is shorter (he finally let her cut it) and he’s now traded out the cast for a brace. He really does look better, he even acted like he felt better and it actually fooled Yuki.

All Akio does is hum a reply, sad eyes downcast to his lap but he does what he must’ve been doing these past weeks to fool her. He looks up and gives her a bright smile and gestures towards the screen where the movie still plays. “Are you watching? You’ll miss your favorite part.”

She already did.

Sometime after lunch and just before dinner, Yuki tells Akio she’ll make them a snack because yeah they’re hungry but not enough to eat a full meal. Yuki also felt like it was a good idea to eat something before the rain put them to sleep.

Standing on her tippy toes to reach into the counters for a bowl, usually she recruit Hiro for this kind of stuff but not anymore. It’s not that things had to change because Hiro left it’s because Hiro left that things became changed. He was a vital part to their everyday lives, even if Yuki gave him so much grief, that’s her brother and that couldn’t be sullied by any childish animosity she had towards him.

But some adjustments had to be made. Pulling up a chair from the kitchen table she test it’s stability before climbing up to open a cabinet and pull out a bowl. Yuki is younger than them both and tip toeing around Akio’s feelings has become a bit troublesome for her but it wouldn’t be fair to take it out on someone else.

“Akio, what was it that you wanted again?” She calls back to him in the other room but doesn’t get a reply. “Akio?” Calling out again, putting the bowl in her hand down on the counter just as she see’s him run past her, bumping the kitchen table and she can’t get down from the chair fast enough to keep the vase from falling over. It’s a loud crash that she covers her ears to block but it doesn’t matter now. The front door is hanging wide open and the loud pour of rain barges into the house. Leaping over the mess of water, glass, and flowers she follows Akio to the door but stops when she see’s him crash into a figure wearing a white t-shirt some ways out. And hand comes to her mouth and there are a myriad of emotions that flooding her. She wants to run out into the rain too, but also to fall to her knees and cry because she’s missed him but this moment isn’t for her.

The rocks hurt when they stab the bottoms of his feet, they tell him to slow down and take his time but it’s Hiro. It’s Hiro who stopped walking when he saw Akio come out of the house, barrelling towards him like a frieght train. And there is an impact when Akio finally reaches him, it’s cold and wet and feels very much like the rain. But Akio is solid, he’s actually here. It’s Akio who embraces him before words start spilling and he seems entirely okay that Hiro hasn’t hugged him back. But Hiro isn’t at all okay that he knows that the tears on Akio’s face are because of him, holding him just an arm's length away so he can see and hear everything Akio has to say.

The first thing he noticed before he even reached Hiro was that he was wearing different clothes from when he left and didn’t at all look as disheveled as he could have been and that makes Akio curious as to where he went but now, with him fully here in his arms, he doesn’t want to know. Doesn’t want to hear about what he’s been up to when he wasn’t here. None of that matters.

Akio tries not to cry but his heart doesn’t have the capacity to hold back these feelings anymore. “Why would you leave, Hiro? What good does that do?” He knows Hiro isn’t going to answer. “I’ve already told you that I’m not scared of you but you keep acting like you want to be a monster. Look at this Hiro!” Lifting the arm to show Hiro the brace on his wrist. “It’s healing, Hiro. Wounds heal, you can’t act like I’m broken forever. And you definitely can’t leave like that because it hurts far worse than any broken wrist, arm, or bone would!” And because Hiro hasn’t responded, Akio feels like hitting him for the first time ever.

Hiro’s head falls lower to avoid eye contact. “You act like I didn’t hurt you, it could’ve been worse. That’s what you don’t get, Akio.”

“No, Hiro,” His tone is soft again but loud enough to be heard above the rain. “You did hurt me, I get it but I know for a fact you didn’t do it on purpose so I have no reason to be scared of you or to want you gone. And I will never want those things because I know you’d never hurt me on purpose.”

“How do you know I wouldn’t?”

“Because I’d like to think I know you, Hiro. This has nothing to do with any other accident before.” A warning, to keep Hiro from saying what he knows he’s going to. “I’m fine, okay? It isn’t fair for you to just leave because you think it’s the right thing to do. Not having you here was unbearable and you fooling yourself into thinking that I don’t want to see you is unnecessary. No matter what it is, neither of us deserves to hurt as badly as we have.” Akio brings him in again, hoping maybe he’ll hug him back this time.

Yuki is still standing in the doorway with a hand over her mouth, unable to hear anything Akio is saying above the rain. She’d feel like she were intruding if she did but she could tell Akio was angry or whatever that emotion was to him. A moment after Akio hugs Hiro again and he doesn’t respond, Yuki’s heart sinks, assuming the worst, that Hiro has surely convinced himself he can’t be forgiven for what he’s done. But he wouldn’t come back if that were the case.

Akio is going to have a cold for sure tomorrow and it’ll all be dumbass Hiro’s fault. She’s just about to yell for him to come back but Akio moves his head where his forehead rest against Hiro shoulders and this way she can’t tell if he’s saying anything at all. But whatever happened did something amazing. As slow as they may be moving, Hiro’s arm come up around Akio smaller waist and squeeze as though he’d never want to let go. Yuki takes a step back into the house to hide behind the door frame, feeling like she’s peeping from a hundred feet away. When she can see them again Akio is smiling, a smile she’s seen countless times. Both real and fake but this was clearly real. Her own smile that has showed itself few and far between the past month radiates through the stormy weather.

“Welcome home, Hiro.”

[junker-town]

THIS WEEK IN SCHADENFREUDE, Alabama’s Iron Bowl loss reveals that the Playoff itself is just a conspiracy to stop the Tide

Your weekly sojourn through the most upset in college football internet runs through Tuscaloosa.

(It should be noted that the weekend’s actual most upset fans were at Tennessee, but this post is about games only.)

Alabama got dominated in the Iron Bowl, falling from No. 1 in the rankings, losing the SEC West to Auburn, and putting its College Football Playoff fate in jeopardy. It was the Tide’s first loss of the season and 20th in more than a decade of Nick Saban.

Let’s tour Bama Fan Internet and see how it responded.

The most ironclad conspiracy theories

Is the very existence of the Playoff part of a plot to ruin Alabama’s title hopes?

This thread at the Tide’s 247Sports message board answers the hard questions.

We need to Remember why the playoff was created.

It was created to stop Alabama. (Sec post 2011) The rest of the teams wanted Alabama to have to win two big games to win the championship. They also didn't want hot teams at the end of the season to miss a chance to neutralize Alabama with the awesome play late. It has worked two of the first three years of the playoff. It will not work this year if they let Alabama in. We will win both games. Mark it down.

It may well go even deeper than that. College football’s powers have been trying to stem the Tide ever since the Associated Press awarded them the national title before they lost the 1964 season’s Orange Bowl to Texas.

Is something deeper at play preventing Damien Harris from getting more carries?

One poster’s freshman daughter is friends with the Tide’s starting running back’s girlfriend, allegedly. And it seems like we’re headed for a break in the case.

im getting to the bottom of it hopefully

My daughter is a freshman at bama, she's become good friends with Damien Harris's gf, she sees him a couple of times a week at the sorority house and talks to him while he's there. Shes gonna ask him why he's been getting so few carries lately. Maybe he'll give an honest answer cause it makes no sense why he wasn't fed the ball against auburn and several other times throughout the year... stay tuned

Stay tuned.

Is Ohio State going to lose the Big Ten championship game on purpose to guarantee Wisconsin a Playoff spot in the name of conference solidarity, potentially changing Bama’s outlook for the No. 4 seed?

How important is it to the Big 10

To get a team into the playoffs? Would Ohio St. throw the game against Wisconsin to guarantee that spot in the playoffs? A lot of people still believe that Wisconsin laid down and allowed Ohio St. to steam roll them to get Ohio St. in. I know it sounds like quite the conspiracy, but...

I mean, who’s to say they’re not.

The most obvious suggestions to get better

Phase 1: Fire first-year offensive coordinator Brian Daboll, a five-time Super Bowl champion with the Patriots who leads the nation’s No. 12 scoring offense.

Brian Dabol needs to be fired .

This offense has gotten worse under him.

Phase 2:

Mac from Florida needs a job, bring him back!

Saban’s old offensive coordinator from Florida needs a job, bring him back....

The real problem is Alabama’s recruiting, which might drop off from No. 1 in the country this year to somewhere lower in the top 10.

With our recruiting lagging,

things don't look so well right now. I do believe that they need to re-evaluate this whole deal.

rtr

(The actual reason for Bama’s slower 2018 class is scholarship limits, fwiw.)

Actually, maybe the problem’s the QB, who was one play from a national championship as a true freshman the year prior before being outdueled by the NFL’s best rookie quarterback.

Bama will NEVER win a national championship with Jalen Hurts

Saban should have given Tua a shot in the 4th quarter to spark the offense. Another lost season for Bama. Disappointing.

Here’s a totally unrelated photograph I found:

Photo by Kevin C. Cox/Getty Images

The most comprehensive piece of advice

@AlabamaFTBL you have one game to win in any season and this was a massive loss. Guess @CoachDaboll needs replaced. @JalenHurts needs to sit. We need a QB, not a runningback. @NickSabanUofA may be out of magic. Seems we might need to make some changes.

— I R Foof (@I_R_Foof) November 26, 2017

The most passionate tweets sent to Bama’s offensive coordinator during the game, in case he’d been checking Twitter.

@CoachDaboll you’re gonna get fired

— josh c (@josh_c1995) November 25, 2017

@CoachDaboll Fuck You!

— Garret Cook (@gibbousquan98) November 25, 2017

@CoachDaboll why?why why why do you have a running back as big Scarborough and you run him sideways?!? Shit! How many damn years of watching this same shit do bama fans have to endure?

— Nicholas Daniel (@nicdaniel4UA) November 25, 2017

@CoachDaboll you suck

— josh c (@josh_c1995) November 25, 2017

@CoachDaboll DIAL IT UP

— Pats(7-2) (@KFCGodfather) November 25, 2017

Later, an addendum:

@CoachDaboll PLEASE DIAL IT UP

— Pats(7-2) (@KFCGodfather) November 25, 2017

DIAL IT UP.

Damn @CoachDaboll what about some damn slants

— Ken Morris (@bikecop24) November 25, 2017

Get. Your. Head. Out. Of. Your. Ass. @CoachDaboll

— Colby Murray (@Colbylm) November 25, 2017

Calls for Bama to just run the damn ball:

Endless.

The Tide’s last national championship offensive coordinator weighed in by just happening to cite his own team’s rushing stats.

Hmmm. Who isn't on here??? Come to #thefaU http://pic.twitter.com/SmVcNF9bRN

— Lane Kiffin (@Lane_Kiffin) November 26, 2017

If u want to win rivalry games. Run the BALL!!! Come to #thefaU #5forheisman https://t.co/MMpPr3S9ip

— Lane Kiffin (@Lane_Kiffin) November 27, 2017

Is there now a surely ironic Twitter account dedicated to sharing all calls for Saban to be fired?

There is:

Breaking news Nick Saban arrested by Alabama State Police for first degree murder of the Tide football program. http://pic.twitter.com/MBxFBztPAJ

— Fire Nick Saban (@FireSaban) November 26, 2017

And other postgame analysis

A bit earlier, from the game thread at SB Nation’s Roll Bama Roll, some comments:

Welp thats game

Fuck this team. Coach im counting on you to give this sack of shit of a coaching staff all hell tonight tomorrow fuck it give it to them until next year. This is fucking embarrasing and if anyine doesnt feel that way and is wearing crimson and white on that bench send them packing. I dont care if its a five star freshman or a coach. Send a gad dam message.

And this nice exchange between friends:

One of the cool things about any time Bama loses a game is that legions of Tide fans record YouTube instant reaction videos. And, hoo boy, have we some treats.

This guy claims he punched out his wall.

“The Eagles come in and ruin my perfect season,” our man says. “Now I was all happy and everything because Bama was winning. Now Bama is not winning. They got an L, a loss. And now, now it’s gonna change things. Are they gonna make the national champions? Are they gonna get into the SECs? I just don’t know.”

Expect an invoice for the damages to arrive in Tuscaloosa soon.

“When I gotta pay to get the new wall done, I’m gonna send the bill to Alabama.”

Here’s another Bama fan eating “one of the hardest damn crows I’ve ever had to eat”

The points made here are pretty regular and reasonable, but stop by for the excellent glasses:

In the end, Alabama was the real winner here, because the Tide experienced no joy whatsoever.

From the 247 board, in response to Auburn fans having fun after winning the SEC West:

The last time Alabama fans rushed the field? Probably the early 1990's at Legion field (Might have been the 1990 win over the booger-eaters), and it was NOT a mass event, but only about 20-30 drunk students, many of whom felt the sting of Birmingham's finest who were on the field waiting for them. Lots and lots of upset Mommies and Daddies after their drunk darlings got bllly-clubbed and/or arrested!! LOL!!!

It probably HAS happened at some point in Alabama history, but I cannot recall an "en masse" rushing of the field by Alabama fans at any time in my life.

There's a reason the SEC (and EVERY OTHER MAJOR CONFERENCE) bans it - and not just because its Classless and "Bush League" - but because its Very DANGEROUS, both for the trashy fans running out on the field, as well as for the players and staff of the losing team. People are invariably injured in these "mob scenes" - often seriously, but you don't hear about it because the schools ALWAYS keep it on the "down low"

Now, a quick whip around some other fan bases whose teams lost.

Michigan

Lost to Ohio State for the sixth time in a row.

A basic summary of how that went:

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Notre Dame

Lost 38-20 at Stanford, the result of a swift, epic collapse.

Would Bob Stoops come out of retirement, less than a year after leaving a good job at Oklahoma, to take over the Irish? The evidence that he would is mounting, folks.

I sort of wondered because he bought 2 expensive houses next door to each other in Chicago recently.

Why would you buy houses there? I sort of wondered if he took this year off to watch his boys play HS football as seniors. I wondered if maybe he was waiting in the wings to take the ND job, and maybe already had contact with ND for when Kelly was let go.. I have mixed emotions. He wins a lot. He loses the really big game most of the time (NC). He had tons of criminal type players at ou, I am not sure if it could work out or not. He is Catholic. I also wonder if he is ok healthwise. It is interesting to think about.

Food for thought, indeed.

Mississippi State

Lost the Egg Bowl to Ole Miss, then had its former AD who now works for Florida hire away maybe the best coach in program history.

Scott Stricklin The Traitor

Scott Stricklin is now the biggest traitor to our university of all time.

Some folks are our enemies and big pieces of shit like Ole Miss folks. These people actively try to hurt us and they hate us. However, all of these folks we knew hated us and we never expected them to like us.

However, to have one of your own intentionally hurt your program this bad for his own personal gain, you are far worse than any of the others.

From your enemy you can protect yourself. You can fight them, you know who they are and you can build your defenses.A traitor is someone you have trusted like a brother, and you know he is a traitor only after being betrayed.... The enemy is in the open, the traitor is moving in the dark.

Stricklin should never be allowed to step foot on campus as a friend again. Hugh Freeze is now more respected by me than Stricklin is. Hippocrates suck but there is no one worse than a traitor.

It’s not clear what this person thought Stricklin’s job would be once he left Mississippi State. But I’m sure the ancient Greek physician Hippocrates would disapprove.

South Carolina

Lost 34-10 to Clemson. This post is about Clemson, I’m pretty sure:

Tater Tots have The Answer!

Recruit with attorneys! Turnupseed from ALA? Daba Dabe do knew what he was doing I think is the answer. Bringing the e-factor's dad (whom was in jail in Florence to a Jail in Greenville) just as he is visiting taterville and BOOM he is a tater with a Caddy and a bag full of money. By the way, Turnipseed came from Ala about 4 years ago