#nicole slaps here

[freeabortionslol]

Welcome Home (jack hughes x gf!reader)

summary: fluff! you've been studying abroad in France for the past three months, and your boyfriend jack plans a surprise welcome home party. he's deemed this night as the perfect time to tell you he loves you (feat. quinn hughes, luke hughes, nico hischier, jesper bratt, nicole laud, trevor zegras)

warnings!! cursing, glass breaking idk, trevor and nico being idiots

a/n just a short lil blurb bc I wanted to write for jack. had to give luke a bit of the spotlight bc I just love him sm

wc: 1.5k

“No no no! It’s not straight enough!” Jack yelled to his brother Quinn who was standing on a barstool placing a banner on the wall. “Move it up. No, not to the side! Move it up! Keep it straight!”

“Jack, it’s really difficult to do this while you’re screaming in my face!” Quinn yelled back, causing Jack to take a step away. “Let me remind you that you practically begged me to do this!”

“I did not beg you!”

“Yes you did! You said ‘Quinn we have to hang this banner up, but you’re so much better at doing it than I am’ when we all know that you’re just scared to stand on the stool!”

“I’m not scared!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay Hotshot, you get up here and do it then!” Jack kept his spot standing safely on the ground, keeping his stare on Quinn. “That's what I thought. Go run along.” Quinn shooed Jack away with his hand and continued trying to center the banner. Jack made his way through your apartment which was now crowded with your closest friends. You had been studying abroad in France for the past three months, and you were finally coming home to New York. Your boyfriend, Jack, thought it would be perfect to bring everyone you missed so much, right to your door. It was a surprise welcoming party of course, knowing Jack Hughes he had to add some flare. He hoped that when you caught sight of his grand gesture, you’d reward him with kisses and all the love your heart could hold. The two of you had been dating for five months now, and have yet to say “I love you” to each other. You both felt it and knew it, but you both had fear of rejection which stopped you. Jack had decided when he began planning this, that he would tell you right then and there. Everyone could tell how anxious he was trying to make everything perfect just for you. He paced around the living room, occasionally flipping his hat from backwards to forwards every couple seconds. He made his way to the kitchen and began straightening the bowls of snacks, making sure they were perfectly lined up with each other.

“She’s gonna love it, Jack. There’s no reason to stress.” He looked over his shoulder to see Jesper’s wife, Nicole, wearing a half-smile as she tried to comfort his nerves. Jack returned the smile, and relaxed his shoulders.

“Not his fault that he’s pussy whipped, babe. Even if he hasn’t had the pussy in three months. Jesper said with a hit to Jack’s back. His words earned a slap to the shoulder from his wife.

“He’s not whipped!” Her tone grew angry. “He’s in love.” Jack’s face tinted red as Jesper began to laugh at the sight of his teammate so flustered. He’d never heard it out loud from someone else, and he worried that Nicole somehow saw through him.

It was now ten minutes until you arrived. You were so sick of the airport and you never wanted to step foot into one again. The cab ride back to your apartment was your favorite part of the day. You got to sight see all of the familiar buildings you had missed so dearly. Sure, you loved living in France, but France didn’t have Jack Hughes. You thought you’d be going home to a quiet apartment where you’d read for a bit on the couch, and probably invite Jack over afterwards. Clueless and tired, you had no idea of the chaos that was currently unfolding in your one bedroom apartment in the city.

Everything was going perfectly according to Jack's plan, until Nico and Trevor started visually teaching a group of your girl friends one of Luke’s famous plays. The two of them stood near the kitchen island as they explained, trying to impress the women.

“So, I'm skating right here.” Trevor starts. “I got the puck with me, and then all of a sudden Luke comes swooshing in outta nowhere!” Nico tries to carry out Luke’s play, stepping in front of Trevor which results in him accidentally pushing Trevor into one of the snack bowls that rested on the counter. The glass bowl shattered on the ground in front of them, causing Jack's head to pop up from the living room. He frantically ran over to the kitchen after grabbing the broom for the closet. Nico and Trevor immediately began picking up the big chunks of broken glass while Jack brought over the broom. As he was just about to start sweeping the shards of glass and chips on the floor, he felt his phone buzz from his pocket.

You: hey lil jizzy finally made it to my apartment :)) come over whenever you want i’ll be here

“Shit! Y/n’s here!” Jack yelled out to everyone in the apartment. People began running into your bedroom, as Jack, Nico, Trevor, Jasper, Nicole, Quinn, and Luke frantically tried to clean up the place. Quinn looked up from the mess to see the banner he’d just hung starting to fall off the wall.

“Jack! The banner!” He shouted, causing Jack to whip his head at the wall.

“Fuck the banner! It’s go time!” Jack finished sweeping the broken pieces of glass into the dustpan, throwing it into the trash, and bolting towards your room. Nico and Trevor followed behind him. Quinn ran to where the banner was, but without a stool he wasn’t able to bring it down.

“I’ll get it! Just go!” Luke frantically yelled at him, watching as he turned out the lights of the apartment and raced to your room shutting the door behind him. Luke reached up to grab the banner, tugging it down, but one of the sides was snagged on something hanging on your wall. He anxiously tried pulling it down as he heard your keys jingle from the other side of the door. Luckily, he finally was able to snag it down, crumpling it up and throwing it on the ground. In this moment, Luke realized he had nowhere to run to, and he stayed frozen in your kitchen, unable to move. You walked in the door, earbuds in your ears with your eyes glued to your phone. You let out a sigh of relief as you dropped your luggage and turned on the lights to your apartment. You slowly put your earbuds into your pocket, feeling the refreshing air of your own home. You looked up from your phone to see Luke standing in your kitchen, jumping at the sight of him. You tilted your head slightly as you traveled closer to him, standing near your bedroom door while he was behind the island.

“Hey, Luke Hughes.” you said with a slight smile on your face. Luke sent you an awkward smile and a small wave. “What are you doing in my apartment?” Luke only rubbed the back of his neck, stepping on the crushed up banner below him hoping the people in your bedroom would save him. At his expense, they did not. Jack’s plan was to wait for you to open your bedroom door and then everyone would surprise you.

“I uhh..” Luke searched his mind for an excuse “I had to take a leak. Yeah. I had to piss a-and your place was the closest to me.” Your face grew confused as Luke was breaking down on the inside.

“You don’t have a key to my apartment.” You let out a confused laugh.

“I don’t?”

“No. You don’t.” You shook your head pursing your lips. “So unless this place was unlocked for three months-”

“SURPRISE!” Jack yelled and whipped open the door behind you, which caused a small scream to escape your lips. You looked into your bedroom to see all of your closest friends jumping up and down and laughing. Your smile grew wider in shock as Jack pulled you into a tight hug, everyone else scurrying out of the room. 

“I missed you so much. You have no idea.” He kissed the top of your head and rocked you back and forth. Feeling his arms around you for the first time in three months was indescribable. Being on the phone with him every night was nothing compared to being engulfed in the scent of his cologne. You felt tears bubbled up in your eyes as you were just so grateful that Jack was there with you.

“You did all of this for me?” You said pulling away from the hug, placing a hand on his cheek.

“Yeah, of course.” Jack grinned wide. “Cause, I love you.” Your eyes went wide as you tilted your head to the side.

“You WHAT?”

“I love you!” He shouted in your face, giggling through his words. You quickly pulled him in to place a soft kiss on his lips.

“I love you too, Jacky.” You giggled, your lips ghosting his as he pulled you back in.

The party carried on swiftly, unlike before. Jack teased Luke about his stupid excuse for why he was in your kitchen. You and Jack were sitting on the couch together. He was leaned against the arm while you laid against him, letting your hand fall to his. The two of you stole kisses from each other throughout the night, knowing you were just two people who loved each other reunited for, hopefully, the last time.

[camzeecorner]

TEACH HER 18+

part one here

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃 𖦹 ₊˚⊹ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃 𖦹 ₊˚⊹ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃 𖦹 ₊˚⊹

Summary : Nicole finds herself experiencing those weird feelings again, which makes her uneasy. Remembering the enlightening conversation she had with Matt, Chris, and Nate, she decides to reach out to them for help.

warnings : virginity loss, cream pie, eating pussy, fingering, male masturbation, praise, pet names, slight overstimulation, pussy slapping, foursome, cock praise, pussy praise, sub reader, dirty talking

𐙚₊˚ pairings : Matt, Chris, Nate x sub!fem reader𐙚₊˚

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃 𖦹 ₊˚⊹ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃 𖦹 ₊˚⊹ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃 𖦹 ₊˚⊹

Nicole was sprawled across her bed, her slim legs kicked up in the air, swinging back and forth with a restless energy as she scrolled through YouTube on her phone. She flipped over onto her stomach, trying to find a comfortable position, but no matter how she moved, that strange feeling just wouldn’t fade away. Frustration bubbled up inside her, and she groaned, burying her head into the soft pillow, hoping to escape the discomfort that lingered.

She was puzzled by the unfamiliar sensation, her mind racing as she tried to decipher what was wrong. Thoughts swirled around, and in a moment of frustration, she mentally slapped her forehead, recalling a faint memory from a month ago. The details were hazy, but the feelings associated with it were beginning to resurface, urging her to confront what she had been trying to ignore.

“and remember, if you ever get that weird feeling down there again..” Matt spoke pointing between her legs, “just use the tricks we showed you okay?”he spoke softly caressing my cheek. I nodded at him frantically.

I slowly sat up, my fingers brushing the screen of my phone as I turned it off, the room falling into a quiet stillness. I leaned back against my pillows, tugging my shorts down a bit for comfort. With a mix of curiosity and uncertainty, I started to mimic the movements Chris and Matt had shown me, but the sensations just didn’t match the intensity I had hoped for. Frustration bubbled up inside me, and I let out a soft whimper, applying more pressure, desperate to find that elusive feeling. But still, nothing changed. I threw my head back against the pillows, silent tears spilling down my cheeks as I grappled with my disappointment.

“What if it doesn’t work?” I pout. Nate got up walking over, sitting next to me. “Then..call us! And we’ll help you again.” He spoke cheerful smiling at me. Matt and Chris nodding along.

I reached for my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I opened our group chat. A wave of hesitation washed over me; uncertainty gnawed at my mind, making me question whether I should really reach out. I took a sharp breath, feeling the weight of my decision, and finally began to type, the words flowing from my fingertips as I poured my thoughts into the message.

Best kids to live

colie : hi guys! are you free? Or is this a bad time?

Mattress: hi princess, it’s never a bad time for you

chrizzy : hi doll you okay?

nation: lowkey just shit but I’m chillin, what do u need pretty girl

colie: it’s happening again, I can’t make it stop

nations: what do u mean mama

*chrizzy and mattress emphasized nations message*

Colie: that feeling is back, I tried to rub like you guys said but it’s not helping. It’s really uncomfortable, can you please help me again?

mattress: we’ll be there in 10.

*END OF CONVERSATION*

I sat on my bed, the anticipation building as I patiently waited for the boys to arrive. After what felt like an eternity, about twelve minutes later, the sound of my front doorbell echoed through the house. Jumping up, I quickly slid my shorts back on and made my way down the stairs, my heart racing with excitement. As I reached the living room door and swung it open, I was immediately greeted by the familiar faces of Matt, Chris, and Nate. A warm smile spread across my face as I stepped aside, inviting them in with a welcoming gesture.

“Hi guys!” I chirp happily, my voice bright with excitement. I start walking up the stairs, the sound of their footsteps echoing behind me as they follow closely. Entering my room, I hear the door click shut behind us. Nate, always the energetic one, quickly strides over to me, gently pushing me down onto the bed. The sudden movement catches me off guard, and I let out a surprised gasp. “Don’t worry, mama, we’re gonna make that feeling go away... okay?” he reassures me, settling onto his knees in the same spot he had occupied last time. I gulp, my gaze dropping to the floor as a rush of emotions floods through me, feeling my shorts dampening with a mix of anxiety and desperation.

Matt settled onto my bed, positioning himself close but still leaving a comfortable space between us. Chris took a seat in my chair, which was positioned across from my bed, creating a little distance yet still keeping the atmosphere intimate. They both sat there in silence, their eyes fixed on me, as if I were the main event of a show they were eager for. The stillness hung in the air, charged with anticipation, making me acutely aware of their gaze.

Nate began tracing small circles on my thighs, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me. I tossed my head back, surrendering to the sensation of his touch. It was strange how the same actions felt so different when they were directed at me; their hands had an electric quality that I found utterly intoxicating. As Nate leaned in closer, a soft whine escaped my lips, and I shook out a breath, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. He started to pepper kisses along the inside of my thigh, each gentle press of his lips igniting a fire within me.

I let out a shaky whine, my breath hitching in my throat. Shutting my eyes tightly, I tugged my lips between my teeth, trying to steady myself. He slid his long fingers to my waistband, the anticipation making my heart race. With deliberate slowness, he tugged them down, maintaining his dominant composure throughout. A soft groan escaped my lips as the cold air hit my skin intensely, sending a jolt through my body that heightened every sensation.

He smirked, glancing up at me with a playful glint in his eyes. “Still the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he spoke lowly, his voice smooth and teasing. I felt my cheeks flush at his words, warmth creeping up as I turned my head to the side, trying to hide my embarrassment. “Thank you…” I murmured softly, barely above a whisper. He responded by blowing lightly against my skin, each breath building more wetness and heightening the tension between us.

I grind my hips up slightly, only to be pushed back down as Nate wrapped his strong arms around them, holding me firmly in place. He sank his head further in, and I felt a rush of anticipation. When his tongue made contact, a cry escaped my lips, raw and unrestrained. “N-Nate…” I whispered, breathless and overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

He hummed against me, keeping his head lowered, his focus entirely on me. His tongue was a masterful force, licking and devouring every inch of me, making sure to savor every drop of sweetness with deliberate care. I reached my hand down, tugging gently at his brown locks, feeling the warmth radiate from him. He groaned against me, pushing his head in deeper, intensifying the sensations. My body responded with soft whines and whimpers of pleasure, each sound a testament to the overwhelming delight coursing through me.

Feeling the strange tightness in my stomach, I instinctively bucked my hips forward, a wave of sensation crashing over me. I panted softly, my head tossing and turning as I tried to process the intensity that was almost overwhelming. “You gonna cum?” Chris spoke lowly, his voice laced with anticipation. I nodded my head quickly, breathless and unable to form a coherent sentence, lost in the moment.

Feeling the orgasm wash over me, I cried out, the intensity of the moment consuming me. I was breathing hard, my chest heaving with each rapid inhale. Sweat dripped down my forehead, causing loose strands of hair to cling to my skin. I whimpered softly as Nate pulled away, his gaze lingering on me. He licked his lips, savoring every drop, a satisfied smile playing on his face. His hand rubbed my thigh gently, and he asked, “You okay, mama?” “Uh huh,” I replied softly, still catching my breath. I blinked a few times, wiping away the tears that had escaped, feeling a mix of satisfaction swirling within me.

Nate shifted from his spot as I watched Chris stand up, his movements deliberate and confident. Nate settled into the chair that Chris had just vacated, a knowing look passing between them. Chris walked over to me, positioning himself between my legs, his presence both comforting and electrifying. He rested his hand on my knee, gently rubbing it in soothing circles. “Think you’re good for two more rounds?” Chris asked, his gaze flickering between me and Matt, a hint of mischief in his eyes. Excitement bubbled within me at the thought of feeling even better, and I nodded eagerly. “Yes,” I replied, a smile breaking across my face as I giggled softly.

“Okay…” he spoke lowly, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed before sinking down to the floor. His hands began to work magic, gently rubbing circles on me that made me shudder with anticipation. He maneuvered his fingers in ways that sent me spiraling into another universe, each touch perfect, hitting every spot I desperately craved. “This might hurt, okay? Just let me know if you want me to stop, alright?” I gulped lightly, a wave of nervousness washing over me. “O-okay…” I managed to speak, my voice hoarse and trembling.

Feeling small rubs on my shoulder, I turned my head to meet Matt’s soft gaze, his eyes filled with reassurance. “It’ll be okay, just relax… the pain will be gone quick,” he spoke in a calming voice, and instantly, I felt a wave of comfort wash over me, easing my tension.

Turning my attention back to Chris, I sucked in a breath as I suddenly felt a finger entering me slowly. I shut my eyes at the unexpected pain, a soft whimper escaping my lips. “It’s okay, baby…” I heard Chris coo softly, his voice soothing. Matt ran his fingers through my hair, the gentle caress helping me relax into his touch. “O-oh,” I breathed out, feeling his finger move back and forth, slow and steady. Gradually, some of the pain was replaced by pleasure, and I couldn’t help but groan at the new sensation.

“M’gonna add another, okay?” Chris spoke, looking up to meet my eyes, his expression full of desire. I nodded at him, releasing a shaky breath as anticipation coursed through me.

He sank another finger in, stretching me lightly, and I rolled my hips upwards, feeling the pleasure build within me. I could feel his fingers curl, plunging in and out faster, each thrust gaining speed and intensity. I squeezed around him, relishing the new sensation that coursed through me, too intoxicating to resist. “O-oh my…” I breathed out, feeling my legs trembling softly beneath the wave of pleasure. I felt Chris add his thumb to the mix, rubbing slow, deliberate circles on my soft pink clit that sent shivers down my spine.

I felt my breath hitch in my throat, causing me to choke out a moan that echoed in the air. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming me completely, so much so that I couldn’t focus on anything else. I tuned everything out, zeroing in on the exquisite sensation of Chris's fingers working their magic. I began to move my body against his, instinctively matching his rhythm, lost in the intoxicating dance of our connection.

“You gonna cum baby? Hm.. you gonna make a mess on my fingers.”Chris said hungrily, locking his intense gaze onto mine, igniting a fire within me. I grunted as my eyes began to roll back, my mouth parting slightly in a gasp. “Eyes on me,” Chris commanded, his voice firm as he softly slapped my cheek, bringing me back to the moment. I whimpered, feeling the pressure build inside me. Then, he began to move at an ungodly speed, pushing me to arch my back, a scream escaping my lips in the process. “C-chri-chris!” I cried out, desperately clutching onto his arm, lost in the overwhelming sensations.

I came hard, feeling myself clenching and squeezing his fingers. My eyes rolled back, making my vision fuzzy. Feelings his fingers slow, he began to stiff his movements allowing me to ride out my high. Slowly pulling his fingers out before sucking them clean.

“So fucking sweet” he mumbled.

“My turn!” Matt exclaimed, laughter bubbling up as he jumped to his feet. It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar rush of excitement wash over me again. Matt sauntered over, looking down at me with a playful glint in his eyes. “I’m gonna fuck you so good…” he whispered, his voice low and teasing. “Fuck me?” I asked, confusion knitting my brows together just as I felt a sharp slap on my pulsing pussy, making me shriek in surprise. “Don’t say that…” Matt warned, pointing a finger at me with a mock-serious expression. I nodded slowly, surrendering to his playful commands, the anticipation swirling around us.

Matt started by lifting his shirt off his head, the fabric gliding over his skin before he tossed it casually toward my door. With a confident grin, he began unbuckling his belt, the metal clinking softly as he pulled it free from the latch. He swiftly unbuttoned his pants, the sound of the button popping echoing in the room. In one fluid motion, he yanked them down, stepping out of them with an air of nonchalance, leaving a trail of excitement in his wake.

I glanced over his body, taking in every detail. It was stunning; he was truly a piece of artwork. His faint abs were subtly defined, and his tattooed arm was a canvas of intricate designs, all covered in deep black ink. A chuckle above me pulled my attention up, and I found Matt grinning down at me. “You like what you see, doll?” he teased. I nodded slowly, my eyes trailing down his body until they landed on a hard-looking lump covered by his black boxers. “What’s that?” I asked, moving my hand up to touch it gently. I heard Matt stifle a moan, his breath hitching as he sucked in a sharp inhale. “Shit,” he murmured, the tension in the air thickening. “Mm..that’s my cock..” my eyes stuck to his cock, I tilt my head to the side showing my confusion. “What��s that?” I asked. “It’s like the boy version of a vagina” he spoke calmly. “You wanna touch it baby?” I nod my head fast smiling up at Matt.

He spun around swiftly, directing his attention to Nate and Chris. With a quick nod, he beckoned them over before turning back to me. “You wanna touch theirs too?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes. I nodded eagerly, a smile breaking across my face. “Yes, please,” I replied sweetly, hoping my polite request would earn me the permission I desired.

“Go on... take my boxers off,” Matt said in a chilling voice that sent a shiver down my spine. I reached up, my fingers trembling slightly as I tugged at the fabric of his briefs, pulling them down slowly. Matt exhaled sharply, tossing his head back in a moment of surrender. “Shit,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a mix of surprise and pleasure. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the sight in front of me. “You like it?” Nate asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched my reaction. “Yes,” I replied, my voice steady, not daring to look away. I gently ran my hand up and down, feeling the tension in Matt’s body as he let out a deep groan.

Pulling my hand away, I turn to nate and Chris seeing them already with their own cocks in the hands. They were all so big. I reach up pressing my palms against them both. “Fuck” Chris groaned shutting his eyes, followed by Nathan moaning.

“Alright, mama, enough touching...” Matt said, his tone both playful and commanding. Nate and Chris strolled around the bed, settling against my wall, their gazes fixed on me with an intensity that made me feel like the center of their attention, as if I were a feast laid out before them. Matt gently pushed me down, his hands rubbing against me in a way that sent a thrill through my body, blending teasing and tenderness in the most tantalizing way.

I whine softly at his touch, exhaling gently as a wave of sensation washes over me. His hand finds mine, interlocking our fingers in a firm yet comforting grip. “This might sting a little, squeeze my hand,” he murmurs softly, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that makes my heart race. He positions himself, aligning his tip with my entrance, and as he slowly moves in, I instantly feel the stretch, the pressure making me squeeze his hand tightly. I breathe in and out slowly, trying to steady my breath amidst the overwhelming sensations. “Let me know when to move, okay baby?” he prompts, and I nod, focusing on getting used to the feeling before I finally signal him to start moving.

Starting with slow thrusts, he moves deliberately, savoring each moment. “You okay, princess?” he asks, his voice laced with concern. “Y-yea... you can speed up,” I reply softly, my heart racing. As I feel his hips gain momentum, the rhythm intensifies, his body hitting against mine with increasing force. After a few minutes of teasing slowness, I begin to whimper lowly, lost in the sensation. The sound of Matt’s skin slapping against mine sends my mind spiraling, making everything around me fade into a blissful haze.

“S-shit..taking my cock good” Matt groaned above me, the sound vibrating through the air as his movements quickened. It felt as though he were reaching deep inside me, a sensation that made my stomach flutter. He leaned his head back, sucking in a breath, his pleasure palpable. His hand reached down to rub my puffy clit, the gentle touch sending jolts of electricity through my body, making me twitch involuntarily. “Oh Matt... feels so good,” I breathed out, completely lost in the moment.

“Yea? You gonna cum?” I nod my head, arching my back up into the air. I whine loudly, the pleasure taking over my body. I begin grinding my body against Matt’s adding to the pleasures running through my body. I felt like I was in heaven. Hearing his whimpers and moans making my head spin. My body was shaking uncontrollably under Matt, his thrust getting sloppier. “Want you to cum s’bad baby.. can you do that?” He asked as his hips still pounded into mine. “Y-yes” I speak, I could feel the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes.

Looking to the side i noticed Chris and Nate. They were playing with their cocks, heads thrown back and soft noises leaving their mouth. I loved the sight, feeling heat rise to my face. “Yea you like that? You like seeing your friends get off to seeing you fucked?” Matt asked me with a smug look of his face. My lips were puffy and covered by my own spit. My eyes rolling into the back of my head.

I could feel the tension in my stomach, I was so close. So so close. I just needed more, I craved more. I’ve never felt this good before, and I was addicted to it. The pleasure was so intense I began crying. Feeling the tears leak onto the mattress. “Wanna cum so bad” I pleaded, my voice sounding strained. “Cum on this dick baby.” Feeling my legs shake, I tossed my body around. “Oh mat.. Matt Matt Matt” I shouted as I came hard. The white liquid spilling onto Matt, he came shortly after with a long groan. “Fuck..” I heard Matt pant. Feeling my body shake, Matt pulled out of me slowly. My cum oozing from me. “Shit” Chris spoke, his cum flying onto his chest. Nate was soon to finish, his hot sticky cum landing on his lower stomach.

“How was that for your first time baby?” Matt asked me tucking strands of hair behind my ear. I smiled loosely. “Felt amazing” I said tired.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃 𖦹 ₊˚⊹ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃 𖦹 ₊˚⊹ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ :･ﾟ𓍯𓂃 𖦹 ₊˚⊹

A/n : whoolawd im so tired, im apologizing in advanced bc the ending is soooo rushed 😭

Tags - @shaquilles-0atmeal @midsturn @sturniolo-girl hope you like!

[thankskenpenders]

Help me out here: Why is there so much Ian Flynn hate going around lately? I thought everyone loved that he was contributing to the games. Now suddenly they aren't. I guess that's par for the course for this series but I don't get it. He isn't perfect but I like what he's done. Am I a weirdo?

Ian Flynn has always had a lot of fans, but any creator putting their work out there is going to have detractors as well. That's just the nature of being an artist. To some extent, it's no big deal. He's not a perfect writer. Nobody is! I consider myself a fan of his work, but I've criticized plenty of individual writing decisions from him on here.

But Ian doesn't just have critics. He has his own obsessive hatedom. And the specific nature of Ian's hatedom is... interesting.

A decade ago, Ian was only the guy writing for Archie Sonic, meaning any debates over his work were quarantined within that tiny niche of the larger Sonic fandom. Only people who kept up with the comics month to month had any real reason to have an opinion on the guy, which means we're talking about merely thousands of fans as opposed to millions.

Within that group, he had some haters. You had the people who were mad about story changes made during his run, particularly things like ancillary characters getting killed off (although over the years we've learned that most of those were editorial mandates from Mike Pellerito). You had the people mad that Ian didn't push their favorite ship, with feuding SonAmy and Sonally fans claiming that he was CLEARLY biased towards one or the other. You had the people who just really, really liked one of the previous writers way more - usually Penders, as hard as that may be to believe today. That sort of thing. Pretty normal comic fandom type stuff. Again, it comes with the territory.

Unfortunately, many of those haters only got worse over time, morphing into reactionaries who constantly try to incite Comicsgate type culture war bullshit.

There are people still mad at Ian for making Sally bi and pairing her with Nicole instead of Sonic in the later Archie comics. There have been elaborate MS Paint red string conspiracy boards explaining how people like Ian and Jon Gray have apparently been destroying the franchise from the inside for years by Making Sonic Woke. (Jon gets dragged into this because people are still mad about him drawing The Slap 20 years later. Yes, really!!) There was an unhinged change.org petition trying to get Ian fired, specifically from people who were mad that the Freedom Fighters aren't in the IDW comics. There was even a very sad little fan campaign from these people trying to get Sega to move the Sonic comic license away from IDW and over to Udon, because they thought Udon would bring Sally and Bunnie back and also make them sexy again. There's a lot of this.

(Unfortunately, Penders has also exacerbated this by gossiping about Ian on Twitter and giving these fans ammo, but that's a whole 'nother discussion.)

The thing is, for years, people who only played the games or watched the cartoons had no reason to pay attention to any of this. Now, though, Ian isn't just writing for some weird spinoff comics that only the super nerds read. Now he's writing comics that are canon to the games, and ALSO some of the games themselves, and ALSO consulting on other tie-in media like Sonic Prime, and ALSO writing the official Sonic encyclopedia, and ALSO serving as part of the new Sonic Lore Team at Sega. And on top of all this, he's got an increasingly popular podcast where he fields questions about his work on all of these things, which serves as one of the fandom's main windows into creative decisions being made behind the scenes.

As a fan of Ian's work, it's been really cool to see him rise in prominence. But the dark side of this is that his obsessive haters from the Archie days now have WAY more of a potential audience of their own. Now, every Sonic fan has to have an opinion on Ian. What this frequently means is that you'll have the Comicsgate types taking things Ian writes or says out of context, attempting to get more of the general fandom to yell at the guy.

Unfortunately, there are a wide variety of Sonic fans who take the bait:

You've got hardcore fans who disliked basically any recent piece of Sonic media and are looking for someone to blame.

You've got the people who are concerned about the sanctity of Sonic's canon, who shoot the messenger any time Ian mentions a new retcon from Sonic Team on the podcast - or any time he even mentions the THOUGHT of changing anything about the canon, as we saw recently with the Sol Dimension nonsense.

You've got people who romanticize some sort of mythical artistic vision that Sega of Japan supposedly has (or had) for the franchise. To many of these fans, American contributors like Ian just don't "get" the heart of the series and are trying to turn Sonic into something different. (This "heart of the series" tends to be some mix of Japanese instruction manual lore, the cinematics from Sonic CD, the OVA, and/or the games written by Shiro Maekawa, depending on what Sonic media the fan in question grew up with.)

You've got fans of specific characters or ships who pin the blame for how their faves are depicted entirely on Ian - most vocally fans of Shadow, even though the root problem is that Sonic Team hasn't known what to do with Shadow since 2006. At best this stops at regular old criticism, but at its worst this devolves into claims that Ian has an agenda against certain characters.

You've got fans annoyed by a perceived over-emphasis on comic-original characters in the IDW comics, ignoring the obvious facts that these characters exist because the game cast is so tightly controlled by Sega, and also, you know, that people just like the IDW characters and want more stories about them.

You've got a LOT of discourse over IDW's Sonic being a hero who tries to give his enemies second chances, as if half of Sonic's closest friends aren't already former villains and rivals. Honestly this is very transparently just reheated Steven Universe discourse lmao

You'll also see people who just think they could do Ian's job better. They can't believe that THIS GUY is the American fan working on all these Sonic projects, when clearly THEY understand the characters and lore and themes SO much better than this charlatan.

All it takes is for someone in one of these categories to be unhappy about some recent piece of Sonic media, and for them to come across an out of context quote or comic panel that rubs them the wrong way, and suddenly the leftist Zoomer Sonic fans will join the latest dogpile on Ian alongside the reactionary Comicsgate types who are mad at him for Making Sonic Woke.

In general, when fandoms get upset, they tend to want a scapegoat. A person or two to point a finger at and go "THAT's who ruined the thing I love!" This tends to be based less on reality and more on which contributors are the most visible online. You'll sometimes see teenage and adult fans of children's cartoons single out a storyboarder who's particularly vocal on Twitter, blame them for every story decision they don't like, and harass them off the platform out of a sense of retribution for their favorite ship or whatever. Failing that, fans might choose to blame every nitpick, down to individual lines of dialogue and frames of animation, on a showrunner, just because that's the name they associate with the show. And unfortunately, when it comes to Sonic, Ian is now arguably the most prolific and outspoken contributor on the English speaking internet, and therefore a common scapegoat.

Some of the things I've seen Ian blamed for are truly wild. A lot of people have claimed for YEARS that he's just lying about the existence of creative guidelines and restrictions from Sega - or, as fans call them, The Mandates - even though they're just an inherent aspect of working on a licensed property. Others claim that The Mandates are real, but somehow Ian's fault. A vocal minority of fans have convinced themselves that Ian is the sole reason the Freedom Fighters don't exist in the IDW comics, even though Ian says he's been pushing to bring them back since day one.

Sometimes you'll see people say he ruined shit he didn't even work on. A few weeks ago on Twitter I saw someone claim that Ian had written a rejected script for Sonic Forces in which Tails died. I could not find a source for this for the life of me. As far as I can tell, the rumor seems to have been born from an alleged leaked script for Forces with margin notes from Aaron Webber that criticized the way Tails was written, and also an old tweet where Aaron joked that Tails would die in an upcoming episode of Sonic Mania Adventures. These merged into "Aaron Webber criticized a draft of the Forces script in which Tails died." How'd Ian get dragged into this? Who fucking knows!

It's all just a big game of telephone. All it takes is some asshole to make something up about Ian on Twitter or YouTube or a DeviantArt journal or some forum, and at least a couple people will believe it, and then it gets repeated as fact. Again, this used to be contained by the niche nature of the Archie Sonic fandom, but now there are WAY more people who are receptive to this shit.

It's just sad to me that Ian tries to be so open and honest about his work, to try to explain the rationale for certain things, to keep fans looped in on the direction the franchise is headed, and this just gives the Flynnspiracy types more quotes to take out of context and try to paint him as the devil. If it sounds like I'm being overly defensive and dismissing his critics, man... some of the things I've seen people say directly to him are just unbelievable. People will send paragraphs-long angry screeds in to his podcast that completely tear him apart, and he has to sit there and be like "Well, that's your opinion, and you're entitled to it." People literally pay for special guest interview episodes where they just rapid fire complaints about his writing at him directly to his face. I don't know how he does it. I would snap.

All of this over Sonic the fucking Hedgehog of all things.

I don't know how to wrap this up. Engaging with fandoms online is very tiring, which is why I tend not to do it. Things like this are too common. I guess, just... remember that making art collaboratively is a complicated thing. The people involved are generally trying their best given the circumstances, but they're only human. They make mistakes. But please treat them like humans. Criticism and dogpiling are not the same thing.

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You definitely don’t have to do this if you don’t want too! Clarisse x reader where the reader has always been naturally quiet and doesn’t think their good enough for Clarisse cause their total opposites

OF COURSE!!! I am not sure if this is the best, but I tried giving you the before and during the relationship

Requests are still open!

Clarisse La Rue x ShyFem!Reader

Let’s just say you are not one many people know about at camp. You can’t help it but you are honestly just very unsocial because putting yourself out there seems like a lot of work.

You have friends … let's make that clear, but it's not a lot. 

Ever since you have been at camp you've had a FAT crush on Clarisse, I mean who wouldn't? Well maybe a couple of kids because she is very aggressive, but you find it charming. 

But you would never have a chance with her. Because firstly, if you can't even ask the cabin counselor for some help then you most definitely won't be able to ask her on a date. And secondly, you are the complete opposites! You wouldn't last a week together. 

She is loud, not afraid to make her voice heard, and scares others. And you … well you just let things happen and hope for the best.

Not only that she's so athletic and fit. And it's not that you aren't unfit, it's just that you’d prefer sitting alone or with friends. 

Only one of your friends, Nicole, knew of this crush, and she supported it entirely. Every time you walked past Clarisse you'd keep your head down but Nicole would nudge your shoulder and let out a giggle. 

You avoided Clarisse as much as you could but it wasn't till one day when you were asked to bring supplies to the sword training field did you have to talk to her. 

You were SHY! Couldn't look that woman in the eyes as she questioned you. She thought it was cute, to say the least.

“Chiron wanted me to bring these here for you guys to try out,” you spoke softly, setting down a metal bin full of new weapons and other nonsense. Clarisse hummed in approval and picked up a new handle grip. 

Luke, one of the boys from the Hermes cabin walked over with a smile on his face “Finally he took our advice on what stuff we needed … Thanks for bringing them Y/n” he nudged your shoulder in a friendly manor. 

You were surprised he knew your name. You noticed Clarisse sending what looked like a glare in your direction and you took that as a hint to leave. 

“Y/n” her voice called out and you immediately turned to look at her “You good with a sword? I need a new sparring partner … one who I don't know every boring move they make.” She spoke in a harsh voice rolling her eyes in the direction of Luke who was twisting his sword around and making noises like it was a lightsaber. 

“I'm not good with swords, I'm more of an archery type of girlie.” You responded “Sorry” 

Your hands were sweating as you gazed down at the ground. “Then let me teach you … every demigod needs to know how to work every weapon.” she looked you up and down before stepping away, hinting you to follow. 

She picked up her sword and then a spare and handed it to you. You stood there like a dork, and she took a stance.

After what felt like hours she finally stopped, “You're not that bad.” 

“Thanks, you mumbled” trying to catch your breath as you handed back the sword to her. The sun was setting and you felt a rumble in your stomach. “Uhm I should probably get going … I promised my friend I’d get to dinner early for her.” 

Clarisse nodded her head eyeing you “Fine.” 

When you arrived at the dinner pavilion you took your spot at your cabin's table, your friend slapping your shoulder slightly in annoyance for your lateness. 

Eventually, Clarisse arrived sitting down at her cabin's table, and filling her plate with food, she noticed you sitting with your friends. How they all talked loudly and yet you just sat there quietly eating, once in a while smiling at what was being said. 

She thought it was … cute? But she didn't like the mysterious card you were trying to play. 

So the next time she saw you walking past the training field she called your name, with her hands on her hips and hair pulled back as she waited for you to come to her. “Yes?” 

She hinted to the sword on the ground and you picked it up. Luke and Chris had noticed her change of behavior, especially towards you. If that was Luke she called over and he was confused as to why, she would have called him an idiot and to go kill himself. 

But she didn’t tell you. 

After an hour of training, she tripped you and you fell, “Why don't you fight back … you need to slander me.” 

“I'm good” you mumbled standing back up and swinging back “Why are you so quiet? I've seen you yell before yet you won't now.” she taunted you … but hey at least she's noticed you before! 

“I'm just naturally quiet, I'm not big on yelling, it's a lot of work.” You spoke up, clashing the sword down onto hers, this made her smirk slightly. 

When you guys finished up and sat down on the grass she took a sip of water from your water bottle and then handed it to you.

“I want you to go out with me,” she said, looking out in the distance “You're strange,” she spoke up once more. 

“Oh?” 

“You don't have a choice, so don't act bitchy when I pick you up from your cabin. I want you pretty and sweet.” She added with a demanding tone. 

And that's what you did. 

After 2 weeks of dating? (Clarisse wouldn’t clarify, I think she just figured you knew you were because if you looked at anyone else she'd glare at you) you began to have doubts. 

What if your relationship wouldn't work out, you were so completely different it was almost awkward. 

Like for example, when you were told to sit with her at the Ares cabin table, they were all so rowdy and she just kept laughing, and you just sat there with a blank face. 

Or when you went on a library date, she figured that was code for making out, but it was actually just you wanting some company while you read. (She was a little disappointed she couldn't hold your hips)

And it wasn’t just you who thought the relationship was a bit weird, Nicole (that wench) also believed the relationship was … different? But she thought it was so cute how Clarisse was the voice that you didn't like to use. 

For example, when this kid kept talking and was so annoying at the campfire, you gave Clarisse a look that didn't really mean anything but also meant a lot and she shouted at the kid to shut up. 

All the differences outweighed the similarities and it only made you worry, which caused you to distance yourself. 

One thing you didn't realize though is how much Clarisse believed you to be adorable, and how she loved seeing a different side of you when you are alone. Even if it's only a little bit more talkative than usual. 

But she wouldn’t tell you that. Hell no. 

This worry drove you to a lot of self reflection, which took place in your bunk. A party was happening that night and you thought to yourself that maybe if you went and showed how you could act, Clarisse might think you are good enough and keep you around. 

So you found yourself getting dressed with a scowl, sliding a tank top over your head and putting on a skirt. It was a party at the Aphrodite's cabin, and you knew she'd be there for this. 

So when the time came you walked over, and just as you approached the cabin you heard a whistle, you turned and saw Luke and Chris walking a bit behind Clarisse and her siblings. Clarisse gave them a death stare and shouted 'shut up' and walked over to you, leaving her siblings. 

“What are you doing here baby? I thought you said you weren't gonna come.” She said in a soft voice, but in your head, she sounded disappointed, maybe she didn't want you there so she could hook up with some other girl. 

“I wanted to surprise you… I can leave if you want me to.” But Clarisse shook her head grabbing onto your waist “If you leave I'll only follow. I'm just surprised you came, I know this isn't your type of scene.” 

Which was true, you only go to parties with your friends. 

“I just wanted to show you that I can be sociable” you mumbled looking at her with soft eyes which caused her to smile “I know you are princess … but you don't have to go out of your way to change yourself just to prove you can be like me so we are more alike.''

She spoke gently, and she knew that if anyone heard her act this way she'd pause the conversation just to stab them. 

You felt embarrassed now, becoming very aware of how you looked. “You look hot though baby” She mumbled through a smile as she gently kissed you. “Wanna go back to your bunk?” she asked and you nodded your head with a smile.

[punksyeet]

ᰔᩚ Drunken Love ᰔᩚ

Plot: Gianna (OC) and Josh reunite after years and the feelings they once had for each other circle right back.

Warning: Hefty flirting, mature language, & smut!

"I'm so excited for your party tonight," I squeal excitedly, spreading butter on my toast.

Trin squeals as well, clapping her hands on my phone screen. "Me too girl! We're gonna get liiiiit!"

I giggle and dance in my seat.

One of my best friends and WWE colleagues, Trinity, is celebrating her 35th birthday at a local club tonight.

"Oh and how could I forget. You know who is gonna be there!" she teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

I roll my eyes playfully and take a bite of my omelette. "Girl you know I just ended things with Carmelo. I don't know if I'm ready to jump back into the dating world this quickly."

About a week ago, I found out through social media that my now ex boyfriend, another WWE colleague, Carmelo Hayes was seen making out with some random bitch at the club.

We were together for what was about to be 2 years, so naturally, I've been hurting a lot recently.

However, Trin's brother in law, Josh and I had a thing going a while back.

It mainly started professionally, when creative came up with the idea of making us playfully flirt whenever we crossed paths - whether it was ringside or during backstage segments.

But once he got traded back to SmackDown to reunite with his family, things kinda fell off.

My crush on him has never died down, though.

That man is beyond words fine, so I know I'll have to dress a little extra tonight.

She lets out a deep sigh. "I understand sis. And trust me when I say that I'd love to have you with us tonight, but if you still need time, I understand."

I give her a mean mug. "Girl you think I'm missing my best friend's birthday? The hell with my breakup, you know I stop at nothing for you ma'am!"

A smile forms on her lips. "This is why I love you girl."

I flick my hair off my shoulders. "I know."

We share a giggle and continue the phone call until it's time for us to get ready.

Once we finish sending our love and saying our goodbyes, I hang up, wash the dishes I used, and head up to my room to find an outfit.

I look in my drawers and find a matching denim corset and mini skirt. I pair the outfit with a black lace thong, and knee-high black boots.

Simple but seductive. Perfect.

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I just made it to where the party is happening.

After a little while of trying to find parking, I find a spot right behind Trin and her husband Jonathan's SUV.

I settle into the spot, grab the gift bag, lock my doors, and head to the building.

"Hey there," the bouncer says as I walk towards the entrance. "You here for Trinity's birthday?"

I smile, nodding. "How could you tell?"

He chuckles. "Well the gift bag was a hint, but I recognize you. Gianna Nicole right?"

I put my hands below my chin and smile. "That's me!"

He smiles, shaking his head. "Alrighty, enjoy your night. The party you're looking for is sat in the very back towards the left."

I smile sweetly before walking past him. "Thank you!"

As soon as I walk in, the deafening music and strong scent of alcohol slaps me in the face.

Taking a deep breath, I scan the swarm of people until I spot Trin dancing on Jon's lap and all the girls hyping her up.

I shake my head smiling, and head towards the group.

Once she sees me, she comes running over. "GIIIIII! YOU MADE IT!" she screams, running into my arms.

I laugh as we share a tight hug and kisses on the cheek.

"Happy birthday beautiful!" I coo, holding up the bag.

"Giiirl you didn't have to get me anything!" she squeals, taking it and pulling me into another embrace.

Once we pull away, hand in hand, we walk over to the group.

"Hey guys! Gi is here!" she announces.

Everyone cheers and some even walk up to greet me with hugs.

The people in attendance are: Jon of course, Josh, their brother Joseph aka Solo, his wife Almia, Joe aka Roman Reigns, his wife Galina, and Jade and Bianca with their husbands.

"It's good to see you again," Josh says sitting down, as everyone goes back to talking to each other. "You look amazing."

I smile sweetly, sitting next to him. "You too, Josh. It feels like it's been forever."

He chuckles, nodding in agreement. "It really does, huh?"

Throughout the night, we share some more small-talk alongside some shots with the group.

And soon enough, I'm drunk off my ass.

Eventually, the whole group heads to the dance floor.

"Come dance with me," I say, getting up and holding out my hand in front of Josh.

He looks up at me smirking, and takes it.

I lead us there, one thing leads to another, and eventually I'm twerking and dancing on him to the beat of "Give it Up to Me" by Sean Paul.

The entire time, he holds my waist and gives me light kisses on my neck.

Eventually I start to get dizzy, so we head back onto the couch, and he holds me in his lap with my arm wrapped around him.

"I-I'm gonna go to the b-bathroom," I manage to get out, before standing up and adjusting my skirt.

"You sure you're okay to go alone?" Trin asks, taking my hand.

I nod in response. "I'll be fine, girl. Don't let me ruin your fun."

We share a quick hug and I head off.

As I finish washing my hands, the door flies open and Josh's sexy ass walks through the door.

"Hey baby," he says sexily, walking up behind me and placing his hands on my waist.

"Hi," I reply, turning around and playing with his chain. "You have to pee too?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Nah. I just wanted to make sure you're okay. You were goin crazy on ya boy out there."

I shrug, my lips forming a little bratty smirk. "Just enjoying what I've been wanting this whole time."

He raises an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"

I nod, sliding my lower lip between my teeth gently, and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Well same goes for me mama," he replies, snaking his hands up and down my sides. "Once Trin told me you'd be here, I couldn't wait to see you."

"And why's that?" I tease, playing with his damp curly mullet.

He scans my body up and down slowly. "You look real good tonight baby. You down to come kick it with me upstairs for a bit?"

I smirk, raising an eyebrow. "As long as you make it worth my while."

A sexy smirk forms on his lips and he takes my hand, leading me out of the bathroom and upstairs to a VIP room.

** smut warning! **

As soon as we make it into the room, Josh shuts and locks it the door.

"Cmere baby," he says flirtatiously, grabbing my waist and pulling me in.

Our lips automatically clash together, the taste of liquor filling both of our tongues as they slide against each other.

After about two minutes of this, he takes a seat on the couch and pats his leg, signaling for me to sit with him.

I pull down my skirt and straddle him, throwing my arms around his neck and resuming the kiss.

"Fuck mama," he moans against my lips, grabbing handfuls of my ass. "I've been wanting to taste you for so long."

"Mmm baby you ain't tasted nothing yet," I reply, between kisses, my voice barely above a whisper.

He smirks and trails his wet lips down my neck.

I tilt my head to give him more access, moaning as his wet tongue and heavenly sucks go to work.

I reach under his shirt and pull it over his head, which he follows up with by pulling down the zipper of my corset and throwing it across the sofa, revealing my naked breasts.

"My god," he coos breathlessly, massaging and playing with them. "Your body is so fucking gorgeous."

I lean in and feather light kisses from his chest to under his ear and whisper into it. "Then fuck me already."

With just those four words, I suddenly feel his bulge against my inner thigh.

"Mmm," I moan, climbing off his lap and kneeling between his wide open legs. "He's so responsive to me already."

I rub and massage his hard dick through his jeans, as he joins me, and eventually takes it out.

And fitting for Joshua Fatu, this thing is huge.

I'm talking 8-9 inches at least.

So veiny with the most perfect curve.

And soon enough, it's down my throat and covered in my saliva, with Josh's fingers tangled into my hair, guiding my head up and down.

"Fuuuuuck princess," he moans, breathlessly. "Your mouth is so fucking dangerous."

"Cum in my mouth daddy," I coo, between kisses to his tip. "Cum so deep inside your baby girl's mouth and let her swallow every last drop."

And that he does.

Fuck does he taste incredible.

Once I swallow the warm liquid, I stand between his legs, slowly slide my thong down, and throw it across the room.

He scans my now completely exposed body up and down, leaned back against the couch and trying to catch his breath.

Moments later, he pats the cushion next to him. "Come sit ma. Face down, ass up for me."

Immediately following his orders, I climb onto the couch on all fours, and slowly lean down against the sofa, arching my back nice and deep for him.

"Such a good girl for me," he mutters, and slaps my ass. Hard.

I gasp at the sudden feeling.

Moments later, I feel his wet tongue enter me and start eating me out from behind.

"Ohhh fuck Josh," I moan breathlessly, my face pressed against the cushion.

His tongue moves faster and faster with every moan that exits me, and eventually, I hit my climax and cum all over his tongue.

** smut over! **

My mouth hanging open, I flop onto the couch.

He chuckles and leans down, his cold chain brushing against my back, giving me goosebumps.

"You feel good mama?" he asks in my ear, and proceeds to gently lift my face and pull me in for a sloppy kiss.

"Mhmmm," I reply, automatically kissing back, and tugging at his bottom lip as we pull away.

"You taste crazy baby," he says, lifting me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him once more. "Better than Waffle House.....did I just say that?"

I shake my head, smiling. "Knowing how obsessed you are with that damn place, I must taste pretty damn good then."

He chuckles breathlessly and nods.

We kinda just stare into each other's eyes for a second, before he looks down at my lips.

"What?" I ask shyly, playing with his curly mullet.

"I can't admire you?" he teases, rubbing my lower back. "I just ate your brains out and now I can't just look at you?"

I roll my eyes playfully. "Not when your eyes are that dreamy, Joshua Fatu."

"Ain't nobody as dreamy as you princess," he replies.

He leans in and we share yet another steamy makeout.

Our tongues collide so perfectly in sync, almost as if I've been with him this entire time.

He's so fucking perfect.

** smut warning! ** (again)

"You tryna ride me baby?" he whispers in my ear, giving me hickeys down my neck.

"Mhm," I reply, sitting up.

He stops me in my tracks. "Use your words mama."

I take a deep breath before replying. "Y-yes daddy. I wanna ride you."

He nods, smirking and stroking my cheek. "Good girl. Now go get your dick baby."

I sit up and line his dick up with my clit.

I slowly and gently lower myself onto him, becoming more and more of a moaning mess as he enters deeper inside of me.

"Fuck you're so tight," he moans. "Go as slow as you need baby. You're doing so good."

Once he's all the way in, I start moving, bouncing and grinding my hips to the faint beat of the music playing downstairs.

"That's it baby," he says, his voice just barely over a whisper, gripping and guiding my waist. "Ride daddy just like that."

Eventually, we both cum for the second time tonight.

Me all over his dick, and him on his stomach.

** smut over! ** (fr this time)

We clean each other up, get dressed again, and sit on the sofa, his arm wrapped around my waist and me cuddled up against his chest.

"I know we're drunk," he says, breaking the silence. "But I had the time of my life with you tonight, baby."

I smile softly, looking up at him. "Me too."

He smiles back and gently pulls me in by my chin, pressing his lips to mine once more.

The flavor of cum now mixed with the alcohol from earlier is so addicting.

As we slowly pull away, I find myself staring into his eyes once more.

"What?" he teases, mocking me from earlier.

I playfully shove his shoulder and he chuckles.

I grab my phone from the cushion next to me and tap my lock screen.

A fuck ton of messages from Trin pop up.

Trin 💋: You okay sis? You went to the bathroom about 10 minutes ago.

Trin 💋: Just checking in again babes. Lmk if you need me!

Trin 💋: Have you seen Josh? Jon and I can't  find him anywhere.

Trin 💋: Wait.....

Trin 💋: OH DAMN GIRL YOU GETTIN SOME?! ENJOY THAT SAMOAN ZICKKKK! 

Trin 💋: And please don't get pregnant 😭🫶🏽

I giggle, pressing the side button so my lock screen shuts.

"Whatchu laughin at?" Josh asks, looking down at me smiling.

"Trin is onto us," I reply. "We've been up here for like half an hour now."

He covers his mouth with his hand. "Not gonna lie, I forgot we were here for a party."

I suck my teeth and roll my eyes playfully, smiling. "Your goofy ass."

He smirks and kisses my cheek. "Cmon we better go before they think I got you pregnant or something."

I giggle and, hand in hand, we walk back downstairs and to the group.

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It's the next morning and I woke up with the worst migraine.

I roll over and feel a crunch under my back.

Confused, I turn back over and see a note.

I smile as I read it.

Gi,

Last night with you was a dream. I missed you so much. Sadly I had to leave early this morning for a meeting so I couldn't be there when you woke up. Anyway I hope we can stay in touch this time around. I'd love to see you again.

- Jey ❤️

PS: If you're hungry, there's waffle house in the microwave for you. Hopefully it helps with your hangover.

God this man is such a dream.

I think I love him.

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"Meghan, clad in an ivory Ralph Lauren tank and long trousers with a diamond necklace around her neck, greeted people with kisses to both cheeks, while Harry turned handshakes into back-slapping hugs."

"Now Meghan has a new haven, just down the mountain from her Montecito home: Godmothers, the latest shop to open in this picturesque pocket of Santa Barbara County."

"Meghan was in the mix, as was Prince Harry. Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi made the rounds, as did Netflix co-CEO Ted Sarandos and his wife, Nicole Avant, former U.S. ambassador to the Bahamas."

Meghan embracing Oprah at the friends and family party for Godmothers

"The duke’s memoir features prominently on the store’s “Our Local Authors” display, another standard bookstore feature that gets a glow-up here. Meghan’s children’s book, The Bench, is part of the assortment, along with titles from Winfrey, Degeneres, Rob Lowe, Cameron Diaz and more."

[cinnamongorll]

a fragile line - chapter 34

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC

Series tags: extreme slow burn, age gap, older man/younger woman, protective joel, jealous joel, hurt/comfort, pov third person, mutual pining, angst, sexual tension, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, feral joel, parental abuse, eventual smut.

Series synopsis: three years ago, Juliet escaped her father's religious survivor camp, ending up in the Boston QZ. Juliet created a life for herself in Boston, desperate to forget the trauma of her upbringing. One day, Juliet arrives home to find a mysterious letter which forces her to return to her home town. Juliet can't travel the harsh post-apocalyptic landscape alone, so she enlists the help of the grumpy and, at times, frightening man she works alongside: Joel Miller.

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Chapter 34:

Juliet's POV:

She wasn’t there when Elijah died.

Her body was, but her mind had retreated; her consciousness curled into a ball, eyes squeezed shut, hands over her ears, drowning out the horror beyond her eyelids.

She’d heard the story from Joel, bits and pieces of it here and there when anger and hurt clouded his judgement. 

No, Juliet hadn’t witnessed the moment her father stopped breathing, when those almost translucent blue eyes froze forever in an undoubtable look of terror when Joel’s fists met bone. 

She’d heard the rest of it from Ethan. His voice low as he recounted that when Joel was finished with Elijah, he had picked him up by the shoulders and planted him in the same fire used to mark her skin. Juliet would’ve liked to have seen that; her father reduced to blackened, burned skin, and bubbling blisters. 

Yes, she would have liked to have seen that. 

Despite this, Juliet was glad that she hadn’t witnessed the look on Joel’s face when he thought that she was dead. Ethan had told her that he had feared for his own life at that moment, terrified that Joel, in his rage of revenge, might have turned his deadly fists towards him too.

Juliet didn’t have to imagine when was going on in Joel’s head, she didn’t have to imagine the look on his face, because if she had slowed her current sprint along the ghostly streets of her old town enough to glance at her reflection in a faded shop window, Juliet would have seen that look reflected in her own eyes.

It wasn’t a long journey from the medic’s office to her old home but terror and exhaustion weighed on her, and the pain from being thrown around, choked, and butchered had forced a numbness to descend upon her body. It was the lack of pain in her hand that worried her, though. The bandage wrapped around the stump that was once her index finger was no longer white, instead, it had transformed into a deep, dark red colour, staining her already blackened hand a more vibrant, fresh shade. 

Fuck, she thought, gritting her teeth.

Juliet’s steps slowed to a gentle jog as she clung to the houses that lined the street near her old home. If he was dead… if she was too late… if she had killed him with her own selfishness…

Her battered body was wracked by a sob that tore its way out of her throat and Juliet had to slap her good hand over her mouth to stop the sound from altering her presence to whoever still lingered in the dark corners of this town.

She pushed it down, pushed all of the pain, the worry, the hatred towards herself and John and Elijah, pushed it all down until all that was left was a cold focus on getting to her old home, now visible from where she was standing on the street. 

Years of surviving had taught Juliet how to pause and assess a situation, to look at danger with her mind, not her heart. But god, was it difficult not to run up those porch steps, and push through the front door with her finger on the trigger of her gun.

It was around midday, the winter sun was bright in the sky and Juliet had to be careful not to be spotted, she didn’t have the luxury of the darkness to hide in. Though, luckily, only one other person knew this house as well as her, and that man was dead.

Juliet allowed herself a quick moment to look down at her maimed hand and attempt to flex her remaining fingers. 

The black spots that appeared in her vision warned her not to try that again.

Her teeth clenched down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, and hot tears burned in her eyes.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

When she recovered, Juliet quickly took stock of her weapons. John’s gun was now tight in her good hand, and her knife was tucked in her boot. Her left hand was going to be a problem, but there was no time to test its movement again, lest she pass out on the street. 

Her old home lay on the end of the street. It was the only one turned outwards, facing all the other houses, like the seat at the head of the table; reserved only for those in some position of power.

That was what it had always represented: power. The power that Elijah had, and the power that she didn’t. 

When the house appeared in her nightmares, it was always after dark, where the light from the windows looked like a beacon calling her home. No, not calling for her return, but commanding it. 

Yet now, as Juliet stood on the frost covered grass, looking up at the house with the wind cooling her skin and the sun brightening the sky, it didn’t look quite so harrowing. The porch steps, which had once looked like a mountain, were crumbling, and the paint on the door, a vibrant, bright blue in her memory, was now faded and cracked. The glass on the windows were clouded with age and weeds had attacked the side of the house. Juliet hadn’t noticed such imperfections when she stood here only a few months ago, too distracted by Elijah and the thought of leaving Joel.

Now, with Elijah dead and Danny’s confession having exposed him as merely a sick, deprived stranger who stole her past but who had no claim on her future, the house had lost its foreboding atmosphere. There was no demon waiting for her behind the walls, there were only men, and Juliet had killed enough who had tried to take something from her… she could do it again.  

Ducking low and inching closer, Juliet’s footsteps halted to a firm stop when she noticed movement in the living room window.

Her heart raced and a sharp ringing sound flooded her mind.

The front entrance was out. Juliet had the element of surprise, she wasn’t going to lose that. Her numb feet and racing heart steered her around the side of the building to the backdoor connected to the kitchen. She drew closer this time, squinting as she struggled to see through the sun soaked window.

Juliet was about to head towards the door when she heard a voice coming from the kitchen. She stepped backwards with a sharp intake of breath. 

As she faded into the shadows lingering at the side of the house, her mind buzzed with decisions that her desperation was preventing her from making. 

There was no way to get into the house without alerting the two, maybe more, men who lurked inside. Juliet’s head fell back against the wall, the numbness in her hand had begun to fade, which brought forth a fierce throbbing pain descending down her wrist and forearm. She couldn’t fight like this.

Think, Juliet begged herself to focus. 

The back door creaked open and Juliet’s head whipped towards the sound. 

“Stay here, I’m gonna go check on John, he’s takin too long.” 

The man had just finished throwing the words behind him as he stepped out into the chill air that Juliet occupied. He was tall and gangly in a way that told her that this was not his natural build; he was starving. 

Juliet recognised him, but only vaguely. His name escaped her.

She didn’t move a single muscle, didn’t breathe a single breath. Her gun was clenched in her hand but Juliet didn’t dare tilt it towards him. If he just kept looking straight he wouldn’t see her, please don’t turn, please don’t turn, please don’t -

The door closed behind him with an unexpected bang, drowning out the gasp he let out when his eyes found Juliet.

Her gun was pointed at his chest before he could reach the weapon in his back pocket. He stood still, his hand paused a few inches away from his own gun. 

“Don’t,” Juliet bit out through her clenched jaw.

She didn’t want to alert the man inside. Let him think his friend was gone, let him think he’s alone, let him think he’s safe.

“Juliet?” the man in front of her asked cautiously, scanning her face, eyes widening when he undoubtedly noticed the blood splattered like freckles across her skin. 

He swallowed. “Where’s John?”

Juliet shook her head sharply and tightened her grip on the gun in her hand. 

“Hands in the air,” she ordered.

The man obeyed easily, a weak link perhaps, his fingers even began to tremble as he followed her command. Juliet shifted her stance, attempting to make herself appear taller.

“Where is he?” she practically growled, failing miserably to keep the desperation from her voice.

He blinked. “Inside.” 

His answer brought no relief to Juliet’s pounding heart.

“Is he alive?” she asked quieter, her voice low to keep from shaking. 

Joel’s unconscious body being dragged across the courtyard flashed through her vision and she had to stop herself from pulling the trigger just to feel some relief.

The man nodded vigorously, his eyes wide.

Juliet choked down a sob.

“How many other people are in there?” she questioned, darting her eyes towards the house.

His eyes followed hers as his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Don’t look there, look at me,” Juliet ordered as she stepped closer, watching as the man raised his hands higher and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Just one,” he answered.

Juliet weighed up her choices. If she shot the man in front of her, the sound would alert the other man inside and he might not be quite so amenable, but she was too injured to take the tall one down with a knife alone. 

“You don’t have to do this, Juliet. I - I didn’t want to hurt him. But he killed Elijah and -”

Juliet cut off his rambling by lifting her gun from his chest to his head. 

“I don’t want to fucking hear it,” she ground out.

She just needed a second to think. She couldn’t afford to make mistakes here, not with Joel’s life on the line. 

“Please, just - just let me go. I won’t tell anyone you’re here,” he cut off his ramble with a hard swallow. “I have a family, we’re starting. This is all I have… please.”

Juliet looked into the man’s eyes and saw her own desperation reflected back. She turned her head to the side and tried to tune him out as he continued to beg for his life.

Just one more time. She would be cruel and merciless just one more time, and then she was done. Then she would be good. 

Juliet blinked down at the knife in her boot. Maybe, if she was quick enough, she could take him down silently with the knife, but she was running out of time and her hand was starting to go numb again - 

From the corner of her eye, Juliet watched the man’s hand reach to his back pocket. 

Her bullet hit his skull before his fingers even touched the fabric of his jeans.

He fell quickly, his bloody head banging on the door as his body crumbled. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Juliet’s ears rang with the aftermath of the shot. Her breaths were quick and shallow. She’d lost the element of surprise. Whoever was inside was coming, she had to do something now.

Maybe it was the shock of killing or the pull from knowing that Joel was inside but, instead of stepping back, assessing the situation, letting the other man come to her… Juliet used her foot to push the body away from the door and she squeezed herself into the kitchen through the gap.

She briefly turned to look down at the body as she pushed herself through and her forehead crinkled when she noticed the edge of a photograph poking out from the pocket of the man’s jeans… the pocket he was reaching for.

Juliet felt acid rise in her throat but she didn’t have time for regret, she didn’t have time for anything, because two steps into the kitchen her vision wavered, briefly going fuzzy, then flashing entirely black. 

She felt her gun slip from her fingers, crashing to the floor.

Juliet blinked as her neck rolled to the side and she peeled her head off the wall it had been smacked into. She struggled against the hands that curled around the shoulders of her jacket, dragging her across the room in a mess of turning and twisting. Juliet screamed when her injured hand hit against the man’s hard body, the pain licked up her entire arm like a fast catching fire. 

“Shut the fuck up,” the man grunted as Juliet started clawing at his face with her unmaimed hand. Her vision was returning slowly and she could make out the dining room she was pulled into and then felt the hard wood of the chair she landed in. 

Juliet felt a pricking static sensation in her head, warning her that she was about to faint. No, NO, she screamed within her mind, begging herself to stay awake, to look up, to fight back. 

A flash of scorching pain hit her cheek and Juliet jolted up, wide awake as her eyes fell on the man crouched in front of her, pinning her wrists together. 

“What’d you do to John?” he demanded, twisting her injured hand at an unnatural angle. 

Juliet clenched her teeth so hard she swore she could feel them crack. Pain was consuming her, swallowing her whole but she couldn’t let it fester, she couldn’t let it stop her from saving Joel. 

Anger was a fierce and sudden bullet, pounding in her chest, bringing her strength when she had none. 

“I gutted him,” Juliet seethed. “Just like he was going to do to me.”

She saw the realisation ripple in the man’s eyes. Juliet watched him question it, scan her face, note the dried splatters of blood, then as quick as her own, she watched his anger flood him. 

“You fucking bitch,” he spat as he released his hold on her hands and his strong grip reached for her throat. 

Juliet had fought a lot of men over the last few years, with too many scars to prove it, and if there was one lesson she had learned from every time she found herself at the mercy of their stronger fists and larger builds is that when men get angry, they become very stupid. 

With her hands released from his grip, she slid down to her boot, gripping her knife as the man’s fingers brushed her tender neck. As he began to squeeze, crushing her windpipe and extinguishing all air from her lungs, Juliet angled her knife and pushed, biting into flesh.

“Fuck,” the man grunted as he released her and sunk back, gripping his bleeding thigh.

Juliet didn’t waste her opportunity, she used her foot to kick him onto his back and she dug her knee into his chest with her knife to his throat.

Her breathing was sharp and uncontrolled as she struggled to regain the rhythm of air in her lungs.

“Joel,” Juliet said, her voice thick and raspy, “where is he?” she demanded. This house was large and time was precious, if she could pinpoint Joel’s location before killing the idiot beneath her it would speed things up.  

The man bared his teeth and gripped her arms, attempting to push her off of him, unwilling to answer.  

Another stupid decision, Juliet thought, being that the pointed edge of her knife was nearly piercing his skin. 

She shook her head and pushed the tip in until blood pooled in the hollow of his throat. 

The man gasped and stilled the movement of his hands, watching her with a growing expression of disgust.

“You’re fucking your father’s killer, huh?” he snarled through clenched teeth, “what would he think of his little girl now?” 

Juliet surprised herself with the laugh that bubbled out of her. Even as she had a knife to his throat, the man still saw her as a little girl. What power those words would have had on her only a few years ago, but now… now she felt nothing. 

“Rot in hell,” she whispered, then drove the knife forward.

Juliet didn’t waste any more time on the man bleeding out on the floor. She just swung her leg off of his chest and stood, wiping her knife on her trousers.

Then she walked out the dining room on weak legs while the man’s gargles and coughs faded as he choked on his own blood. 

It was only her and Joel now, she just had to get to him.

Juliet stood in the hall, blood roaring in her ears as she begged her memories of this house not to eat her alive. 

Her eyes caught sight of the basement door and Juliet’s stomach dropped. He was down there, Juliet was sure of it. If they wanted revenge on the man who killed Elijah, surely they would take him back to the scene of the crime.

Her hand met the handle. It was unlocked.

Juliet’s knees almost gave out. The men clearly weren’t worried about Joel trying to leave, that meant… that meant…

She swung the door open and her feet crashed down the fourteen steps to the basement, nearly stumbling at the bottom as Juliet whipped her head around, trying to find Joel in the low light. 

Something inside her knew what they would have done with him, so Juliet allowed her feet to take her to him, to take her to his motionless body in the metal chair by the unlit fireplace. 

Time didn’t exist at that moment, it was as though the earth stopped turning. 

Her hand swept over his face and her fingers dug into his wet hair. Juliet felt the acid in her stomach rise as she realised that the wetness was blood. It covered his forehead and dripped down the back of the metal chair.

He wasn’t moving. Why wasn’t he moving? 

“Joel, Joel, JOEL,” Juliet started to chant at varying volumes. Her voice was trembling and her words were slurred as she gripped his wrist, desperately trying to find a pulse.

His skin was so cold, Juliet couldn’t understand why it was so cold. 

Her fingers were shaking, she couldn’t find a pulse.

Juliet wasn’t sure when the tears started but she began to see them drip onto Joel’s face, mixing in with the blood which lay on his skin. Finally, her legs gave out and Juliet slid down to the ground until her head rested on Joel’s thighs. 

“Please come back,” she begged through her trembling sobs, “please don’t leave me.”

This was all her fault. This was all her fault. This was all her fault. 

They should have stayed in Jackson, they should have never left. Joel should have stayed away from her, she was too damaged, too selfish, too desperate. 

She did this, she did this. 

“I’m sorry,” Juliet cried, grasping her good hand around the material of his jacket, pulling and tugging as though it would wake him up, as though it would save him. 

Juliet, still sobbing, began to crawl up his body until her forehead rested against his. 

“Please don’t leave me,” she wailed, “I can’t do this without you.”

She began to kiss his face, curling her arm around his neck and rocking him towards her. “Please don’t leave me. Please.”

Her love for Joel was pouring out of her, her breath was caught in it, it was choking her. She never got to say it to him, she never got to tell him that she loved him. Juliet had been too afraid, too angry at him, too angry at herself. She was too fearful of what it would mean. 

Now, she had lost her chance.

“I love you,” Juliet whispered against his bloodied skin. “I’m sorry.”

Her fingers traced his face and fell to his neck, curling around his throat, trying to pull him closer.

He can’t be gone. He can’t be gone. He can’t be gone. 

Movement pulsed beneath her fingertips. Juliet’s head pulled back so fast she felt darkness tinge the edges of her vision. 

She pressed harder against his throat and waited, and waited, and - 

A pulse. She felt it. 

Juliet gasped, intaking too much air and nearly choking. He was alive, barely, but surely she didn’t imagine the feel of his heart slowly beating.

“Joel,” she sobbed, touching his face, willing his eyes to open, willing herself not to be imagining this fierce thread of hope. 

He wasn’t waking up, he still wasn’t moving. The minutes stretched beyond their limits.

Juliet brushed the bloodied hair off his forehead. “I love you,” she croaked, “please come back to me.”

If he just woke up, she could get him on his feet, they could get out of the basement. Juliet would find him some medical supplies for his head and they could leave this place, they could go back to Jackson. 

If he just opened his eyes, a future would still exist for her. Because, without him… Juliet didn’t want to keep going. He was her hope, her belief that things could get better. If he didn’t wake up - 

A low groan slid from Joel’s grey lips. 

Juliet staggered back, giving him his space. His eyes were moving beneath his eyelids, and his fingers began to curl into fists. 

“Joel,” she breathed. 

His eyelids cracked open. Joel’s brown eyes found her, then his mouth moved in the shape of a word but no sound came out.

Juliet reached for his face, the bloodstained tears that poured from her eyes met his leather jacket, but she kept going, she couldn’t stop touching him, she couldn’t stop reminding him that she was here, to come back to her. 

His lips curled again, spelling out a word she still couldn’t make out. 

“Don’t try to speak,” she urged in a trembling voice, “it’s okay.”

Joel reached for her, his fingers grasping on the ruined jacket that once belonged to him. She moved forward, pressing herself against him, allowing him to pull her in.

Finally, she heard the word he kept chanting:

“Juliet.”

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[alwaysshallow]

you know what’s underrated ? backshots, but the kind of backshots where he’s putting nearly all of his weight on you because you keep trying to crawl away + when he holds down on your head to stable himself??? oh yes!

i definitely didn't expect that kind of question in the random friday night BUT HELLO

nicole has some thoughts about this, so i encourage you to check it also here

oh they areeee, they are underrated. i just can't help but imagine our soap/price in scenario like this. you're such a whiny piece, so needy for his cock, yet you can't handle something like this?:(

definitely slap your ass a lot, growling some curses under breaths how tight you are, how good girl you are for taking him like this. meanwhile, you still try to crawl away, telling it's too much, and he puts all of his weight on you, nearly crushing you. but he has it under control, he promises!

you can't catch a breath when he keeps his hand on your head, pinning your face to the mattress. he definitely isn't gentle either, he's like a madman in trance with a want to keep you only for himself.

and your whines? only arouses him more. he'd like to use you even more, as a pretty doll that you are<3

[glasskey]

Nick & June's Mix tape Vol. 3

With volume 3 comes the battle for Holly, separation and the unveiling of painful secrets. Season 3 was notoriously poor to our 2 lovers with June becoming seriously twitchy without Nick, Hannah or Holly. Gilead is Hell.

What Are You Good For?

Love in Gilead is less than ideal. One day you’re dreaming about a beautiful beach with your beloved and the next he’s been promoted to Top Boy at the local horror show. Granted he looks great in the suit but Nick doesn’t seem to like the new tie, grabbing at it like the tightening noose that it actually is. Fred was obviously pissed about the baby snatching and his “reward” for Nick was to arrange a promotion complete with a quick trip to the front, undoubtedly to die.

I’ve often said that Nick sometimes DOES listen to his better angels and sometimes he takes the easy way out. Granted it’s difficult he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place, but when June asks him to take the high road, hightailing it with her and Hannah for the border, and he doesn’t, it earns him a brutal verbal slap.

“What are you good for?” she demands and I was instantly reminded of S1 when June confronted him with his lowly aspirations: “Is this it? You’re just gonna polish his car and once in a while get a Handmaid pregnant?” In both of these moments Blaine looks deeply shamed, June has shown him that while she loves him she’s also acutely aware of his shortcomings.

It’s a justified blow to his ego, particularly given his newly acquired power and his reluctance to use it for good. As she demonstrates her willingness to risk so much more for freedom, he’s left feeling like a small and suitably chided man, instead of the patriarchal Gilead’s new Big Commander. “You’ll get killed” June says with a cold finality as he tells her that he’s been sent to the front, confronting him with the reality that his unquestioning loyalty to Gilead will now surely cost him his life. It’s madness.

This is one of the only scenes where Nick and June are not depicted in a glowing light, it’s difficult to ignore that Nick is now almost swallowed by the shadows. Over the last 2 seasons, they’ve become one another’s beacon of joy and hope and there’s a palpable air of desolation and sorrow here, as these two bid each other goodbye, possibly forever. The camera reveals Nick and June divided by a wall, Nick unwilling to leave her, his back literally pinned to the wall by the heavy weight of Gilead.

June opens the door, gently reaches around, sensing him waiting, somehow their hands finding one another and she leads him out of the dark hallway and back into her room. Doors often represent entrances to other worlds and here we see June reach across the divide to return him to her side, once again. The lock snaps shut signalling an almost unheard of privacy. There’s a sense of finality in it too, as though it may be the last time these two see sanctuary for a long time, if ever again. It’s no more than 10 seconds of screen time and yet it encapsulates their relationship so perfectly. Nick constantly waiting in the shadows, bound by duty, and June always reaching across the divide to bring him in from the cold.

Nice Girl Like You in A Place Like This

The DC episode ranks right up there with the Boston Globe episode as one of the most important and insightful for this entire series. In Ep 6 June witnesses for the first time the absolute devastation this dictatorship has unleashed on her countries seat of power. Fittingly Fred has selected new wave DC as the location to construct his own personal piece of propaganda in an attempt to force the Canadians to hand Nicole back. June’s depicted glowering with vast angel wings, a monolith of power and holy vengeance. In the middle of Fred’s little directorial debut, Nick strolls in and June does the trademark jaw drop. Fred wants to know what he’s doing there, after all he had arranged for him to be shipped off to the front after the whole holding him at gun point / baby napping thing. Despite Fred’s best efforts though, it seems that not only does Blaine continue to breath, but he’s also shown up to visit his girlfriend.

Now if you thought Blaine looked good in a suit, wait till you see him draped in long, dark, tailor made, hotness. It’s obvious there’s a new kind of swagger to him and as he steps up next to June he brushes her hand and drops the line “Nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” It’s a line lifted from a Scorsese film of the same name and Blaine’s used it to flirtatiously lighten the intensely grim mood. He knows DC is Hell but he also knows June is anything but a “Nice Girl”, she blushes barely containing a smile and he smirks.

Fred and Serena can’t help but notice it and Fred’s seething with jealousy. There’s a close shot of Serena’s false finger clenching, a sign of the love lost between her and Fred, that contrasts directly against Nick and June’s hand brushing. Exchanges between Fred and Nick reek of power and control. Fred directs Nick to do his bidding, maneuvering him across the stage and verbally leashing him by calling him son, once again reducing him to a subordinate. Fred makes June kneel down for the camera, and Blaine looks away unable to watch. Unbeknownst to Fred, this will be the last time he ever exercises this type of control over Blaine.

This is Your One Chance

Here we got our epic movie moment for the series, It was like Gone with the Wind and Dr Zhivago all rolled up into one big romantic snow globe. June runs out to meet Nick her hair and cape fluttering behind her freely, a stark contrast to the DC handmaids brutally silenced. It demonstrates the freedom she feels he brings her. Nick, however seems to want nothing to do with June’s gamble on the Swiss that involves him laying his neck on the line and entwining himself in yet another Governments manoeuvrings for power. I, for one could hardly blame him; the last time he got involved with politics he ended up in the bottomless pit that is Gilead and he’s been unsuccessfully digging his way out ever since.

Add to this the fact that the last time he tried to help June, a multitude of people risked their lives and most certainly died, and you have one understandably reluctant Commander. But he’s helpless, she forces him to look in her eyes, tears streaming down her face and tells him that it’ll be his one opportunity to truly show his love and fealty for his daughter.

Now while some may doubt that Blaine ever showed up to speak with the Swiss, I can guarantee that this little exchange ensured that he did. The fact is, Blaine is a sucker for the loyalty card and once June played it, it was a done deal. Scenes are cut and included for a reason and as we know, in The Handmaid’s Tale, even the smallest scene is there for a reason. Show runners went to the effort of showing Blaine at the embassy being called to give information; he showed up, albeit reluctantly, and despite the fact that it all went sideways, writers still wanted you to know that. Unfortunately the reality is, he just couldn’t face her after it did all go to shit, and as a result he beat a hasty and somewhat cowardly exit to the front.

He knew the Swiss would soon tell her he’d been part of the Sons of Jacob who’d been integral to the inception of Gilead, something he’d kept hidden from her for some time now, and she’d be suitably mortified. June IS devastated, she looks out on the glowing playroom once filled with happy children that lies noticeably empty and silent. It reflects her isolation and sense of abandonment; perhaps the family she envisioned with Blaine was just a fantasy.

DC was an episode designed to illustrate the total destruction of all of our personal and societal freedoms under Gilead. To properly demonstrate this writers pulled the rip cord on any emotional support June may have previously had, this included breaking her and Serena up and having Nick leave her somewhat high and dry. It was essential to illustrate Nick was manipulated and part of the Gilead machine from the beginning. It was difficult to watch, given his devotion, but from the moment I saw him cloaked from head to foot in black, practically swallowed by his uniform, I knew it was inevitable that at least for now, Gilead pulled the strings.

In our next 2 Nick and June Mix tapes I’ll be covering Season 4, which was somewhat kinder to the Osblaine fans. Back soon.

[mithrifer]

My thoughts on Flipside

Class of 09 Flipside was hilarious, but I don't think it approaches the original or reup in quality.

I don't think it's because the main character is Jecka, or anything. Honestly, Jecka is the best part of the game, she's consistently good whether it be in jokes or likeability. The side characters just don't... live up to her though. Aside from her it's just Nicole, Jeffery, her dad and Kelly. I don't think Nicole is very good in this game, Jeffery and her dad are rather one note as expected and Kelly... unfortunately stars in the weakest route by far and does not much even there. Barely any Emily and Ari, no Kylar, no Karen. No Kyle. Jecka's great and carries herself quite well throughout the game, but she feels really alone narratively. This could be a conscious choice, as she goes through most of her troubles as a lonely girl without anyone to rely on, but I think they could've made that point without sacrificing the interest that comes with everyone surrounding her. Most of her interactions either use the other characters as jokes or to elevate her story, which wasn't how 09 or reup felt. Nicole got to try out new things thanks to all the weirdos she was surrounded with giving her new ways to have fun, whereas Jecka only really has Jeffery and her dad in that way, and she feels trapped no matter what she does. She didn't seem that way in the first twk games, but I suppose you could say those were not about her. I think the fact that you can't see her mom even on the school routes speaks volumes though.

Every ending is there just to shock you, and I'm not saying this because there's no happy endings or anything, the first two barely had those. It's more like... the endings feel like they barely have anything to do with the routes they come from? Why does the foot route end with... that? It's just out of nowhere. Not to mention the deal with the whole FYE route. I don't think there's anything redeeming about that one, it doesn't even feel like it belongs to the same world. And the way the game cheapens one of the best endings in the original by just, inserting Jecka. Which is something people have wanted for a while now, but I don't think the idea was done justice. It feels like a cheap "here you go" moment to me. It's really upsetting because I feel like the game could have gone in a ton of great places, but there's barely any choices or routes and the abrupt, weird endings just feel like a slap on the face even to the ones that were given. I think the best route was the one about drinking because it felt honest to Jecka's character and the ending was something I could've actually foreseen in one of the earlier games. After that it's the one with Jeffery, but I'm kind of iffy on that because I don't think Nicole would do that. Not for any moral reasons but more due overall disgust. Feels inconsistent with her presently given character.

The writing feels overall different imo. It's hard to put a finger on it, because it definitely relies on the same formula it had in the previous entries, but nothing in Flipside packs the same emotional punch. The humor is fairly good, but it's not spectacular like the first two games were for me. I still laughed out a few times though, since this is right up my alley.

I'm still happy I saw it, because it was quite fun... But it wasn't really more than that. It just felt like a humor piece. I don't know what spoke out to me in the first two VN's, but I don't think Flipside has it. And honestly, considering it true to these two (canon, ig?) lessens their value for me due to the shift in the thematics and I guess writing, so I think I'll ignore it when I think about the series in general. Which is such a shame, because I want to love it, it's just... not there.

It's definitely worth the time to check it out either way though. Again, pretty funny. This is what I felt about it, and I wanted to get my thoughts out. Since it's so early in its release, I've tried to avoid putting any spoilers in the post. Maybe someone will read it and appreciate, idk. Drunk driving rules.

[devastator1775]

Experiencing the joy of being new parents, but your baby won't go to sleep

Summary: Uzi and N need sleep, but their baby daughter Nix has different plans. Also found on AO3!

Uzi stirred in her sleep as something was rousing her from her dreams. Uzi groaned as she groggily opened her eyes. Was their daughter crying? She buried her face in her pillow. She’d just done a double shift at the clinic and had been so exhausted when she got home. She had greeted her husband N, hugged their pill baby Nicole and gone straight to bed to recharge. She literally didn’t have enough energy to deal with their newborn right now. She’d happily spend the entire next day with Nicole playing and being a mom after she’d had a full recharge cycle.

“Babe, your daughter is crying…” Uzi muttered in her pillow as she reached out to slap her husband face to wake him up …only to slap a whole lot of matrass and nothing much else. She lifted her face from her pillowy goodness and raised an eyebrow as she saw that N had already left. Without making any noise? She blinked in confusion. “N is quick, but not that quick. And certainly not that quiet…”

With a bit of effort, she pushed herself out of bed, grabbed her dressing gown, putting it on as she walked out the bedroom toward their daughter’s room. She already could see a dim light through the crack of the door. She quietly pushed it open a bit so she could see through it. The sight inside brought a smile to her face.

Sitting on a chair, holding their daughter and smiling brightly, was N. Little Nicole was in his arms, giggling and chirping at her father while he was singing a lullaby at her.

N sang softly as he gently rocked their baby around. “Are you sleeping, are you sleeping My Nicole? My Nicole? Morning bells are ringing, morning bells are ringing.”

“Ding-ding-dong, ding-ding-dong.” Uzi finished softly as she walked into the room.

N looked up with a soft smile. “Oh-oh, mommy is awake. Now we’re both in trouble.” He looked down at his daughter, who giggled, making little chirps as she rocked around.

“Oh, my little angel is never in trouble and neither are you …if you’re gonna be a good boy.” Uzi greeted N with a kiss on the cheek as she sat down on the armrest. “You got here quick…”

N cocked his head with a mildly confused look. “Quick? I’ve been here for …” A timer appeared on his screen, showing [19min23sec]. “-almost 20 minutes.”

A question mark appeared on Uzi’s visor screen, making N chuckle. “Hadn’t she been crying just now?”

“She was earlier. You needed the sleep, so I took care of it. ” N admitted. He looked down at Nicole with a grin. “Just a widdle exhaust buildup that was bothering her, wasn’t it, Nicole?”

Uzi giggled as Nicole replied with chirps and whistles.

“And for the past 20 minutes I’ve been trying to get her back to sleep.” He tickled Nicole’s belly. “But she hasn’t been quite cooperative, haven’t you? No, you’ve been having too much fun laughing at daddy’s face, haven’t you?”

Nicole let out a long chirp, the eyes on her tiny visor showing delight.

“Well, you’ve got a very laughable face, N. But, I could’ve sworn …” Now that Uzi was thinking about it, she hadn’t really heard anything. She’d just …woken up and instantly thought her daughter needed her. “I swear, I heard her crying. I must’ve imagined it.”

“Seems to me that someone’s motherly instincts were ringing.” N said with a grin. “Guess you felt that someone needed her momma. Speaking of which, wanna take a crack at getting her to sleep?”

“Always.” Uzi held out her arms, smiling as N promptly handed over their daughter. “Hi there, little Sparkplug.”

She giggled as Nicole’s eyes became angry and a disapproving buzz emanated from her tiny frame. “Oh, still not liking that nickname, Nicole?”  

“Actually, I’ve been trying out some pet names for her and –“ He leaned in closer to Uzi’s audio receivers and whispered something.

Uzi’s grin grew, giving N a soft look. “N, that’s perfect!” She looked down at her little girl. “Little Nix…”

The pill baby let out a series of delighted chirps and thrills, little hearts flowing on her screen.

“I think she likes it.” N commented. “Hiya, Nix.”

Another series of chirps came from the droneling. Uzi giggled, resting her head on her husband’s shoulder as she gazed lovingly at her little Nix. A flurry of warm feelings fell over her as she looked into her daughter’s eyes. That same warmth she felt whenever N was with her.

She never knew she would ever experience that warmth. When she was young, she was certain she’d go offline alone and unloved …or dismembered by a Murder Drone. Who knew she’d ended up marrying one? Having a child with him? Being happy with them?

Especially after …

Her thoughts drifted to hers and N’s shared past; to the things they’ve gone through. The horrors, the discoveries, the pain ….

“She doesn’t have it, Uzi.”

Uzi let out a soft gasp, roused from her dark thoughts. She looked up at N, who was giving her a stern, but reassuring look. “I didn’t say anything…”

“Your eyes say it all.” N caressed her cheek, grinning as Uzi leaned in closer to his touch. “After …everything, Tessa gave our codes a thorough examination, twice. She didn’t find any trace of Solver strings in our coding. She didn’t find any in Nicole too.”

“I know, I know. It’s just ….” Uzi sighed wistfully, clenching her eyes shut. “I don’t want her to go through the same shi- ….things we went through. I don’t want her to have to deal with eldritch being, evil AI, corporate sects, mutations and powers. I want her to have friends, go to parties, become the very best at school, find someone that will love her. I want us to be her parents that love and adore her.”

“Well, I don’t know if we can do anything about those first things, but …” N cupped Uzi’s cheek and planted a kiss on the other. “That last part she will have for certain.”

“It’s just …” Uzi looked down at Nix, who stared back at her with big eyes. She took a deep breath. “What if we mess up? What if we – I – can’t be the parent she needs us to be? It’s not like we have many good role models to take examples off. I didn’t have a mom and while I know my dad loved me and wanted the best for me, but his sense of duty towards the protection of the colony didn’t leave much sense of duty for raising his daughter. I mean, you know how I was…”

“I believe you called yourself ’an angsty, teenage rebel with crippling daddy issues’?” N replied with a grin, chuckling as Uzi stuck her tongue out at him.

“And you saw how Tessa’s parents treated her.” Uzi continued, her thoughts going back to the memories she had seen of Tessa’s and the Disassembly Drones’ collective past. “They were …awful!”

“So, we have clear examples of how not to raise our child.” N said. He wrapped an arm around Uzi’s shoulders and pulled her against him. “Listen, I get it, Uzi. Never in my wildest dreams I could imagine that I, of all drones, would end up having a family. Sure, we’re new at this. We’re learning. Chances are, we’re gonna mess it up from time to time. But you know why I know you and I can make this work?”

“Because we are the ‘dapper buddies’?” Uzi answered with a smirk.

“Precisely!” N replied with a big grin. His eyes darted down, his wide grin changing to a warm smile. He looked up at Uzi, giving her a reassuring smile. “You know, there’s no doubt in my mind you’re gonna make an amazing mom, Uzi.”

“How can you be sure?”

N’s eyes darted down again and brought his voice down to a whisper. “Because I’ve been trying to get Nix to fall asleep for over 20 minutes and you’ve held her for less than 5.”

Uzi looked down and the sight beholden to her filled her core with warmth and other motherly feelings as she noticed that Nix had fallen asleep in her arms. The little visor showed the message [Sleep Mode. Maximum adorableness enabled.] and little ‘Zzzzz’s drifting up and down her screen.

“Uzi Doorman, you are a natural parent.” N reaffirmed, planting a kiss on his wife’s cheek.

Uzi giggled softly as she hopped of the armchair and walked over to Nix’s charging cradle. She hummed a lullaby as she gently plugged her into the charging port. She planted a gentle kiss on the top of her baby’s head. “Good night, little Sparkplug.”

Her core purred as she watched her N pull Nix’s wolf-adorned blanket over her and kissed her goodnight as well. They tiptoed it out of the baby room and back to their own. The moment the they closed the door behind them, Uzi jumped up in N’s arms, wrapped her legs around his waist and proceeded to passionately kiss him, which the latter eagerly accepted.

“And what did I do to deserve such a sweet treat?” N asked when Uzi finally released her hold on the former’s lips.

“For being an amazing husband and an amazing father.” Uzi giggled as she played with the buttons of N’s PJ vest. “So …you wanna play around with each other for a bit, hmm? Like we used too?”

N grinned and kissed her with the same passion she had shown earlier. “Very tempting, but …I think we better catch up on some sleep. You look like you really need it.”

“Oh, thank Robo-God….” Uzi let out a sigh of visible relief and buried her face in N’s shoulder, making the latter chuckle as he patted her back. “I think sleep deprivation has my reasoning subroutines on the fritz….”

“I’m keeping that offer in my back pocket, though.” N half-joked as he carried his wife to their bed.

“You better…” Uzi mumbled tiredly as she kissed his cheek. “And when we do, it’s gonna be awesome….”

“Undoubtedly, Uzi.” N chuckled, gently placing his wife into the bed and crawling in next to her. He lifted up an arm so Uzi could snuggle up against him. Uzi wrapped one arms over him, resting her head on his chest.

“N?”

“Yah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Soon, the two young parents drifted off to sleep.

Until they were woken up a couple of hours later by Nix crying, who felt like she had slept enough.

Oh, the joy of being new parents.

[sturnwritess]

Things always end PT. 3

warnings: pyschical fighting, tons of flashbacks,drinking and hard angst.

flashback.

Me and Matt were friends at first, I met Nick and Chris before Matt. We all met in 7th grade, and Matt always knew how to catch my eye. Marylou was like a mother to me.

She knew how to comfort me when I was crying or when I was angry. She knew everything to calm me down, She knew me and she always knew if there was something wrong with me.

Nick was my best friend and he couldn’t always tell what was wrong with me but Chris could, he would always go to Marylou. Chris was always my bestfriend too but it felt different with him. I could always depend on Chris in a different way then Nick.

I had no really big connection to Matt till sophomore year, I was always bullied by Gracie. Gracie was always popular and always dated someone, one day she pointed out about my dead mom.

That was my breaking point and everyone knew that, Matt saw my red puffy eyes the night i went over and he asked me what was wrong and I explained.

He let me cry in his arms that night and then we connected instantly after that night.

End of flashback.

Nicole bursts into my room "GUESS WHOS HAVING A PARTY TONIGHT!" She said yelling, "hm?" I said calmly. "THAT BITCH GRACIE" she says. My eyes go wide questioning why she's excited, she notices and says "it's ur time to make him jealous y/n/n."

7 hours later

While I was doing my makeup my phone got a notification.

I left him on opened.

I finally got done getting ready, Nicole called a Uber knowing it would be a fun night. The Uber took 10 minutes to get to the party.

The strobing lights making it hard to see, me and Nicole went instantly to the alcohol stand. I already saw Gracie and Matt but I paid no attention.

Matt caught me looking at them once and I just couldn't do it. Nicole wanted to stay with me the whole night, she pointed out a guy she thought was cute and i told her i would be fine. I wasn't going to be fine, but for her I would always be fine.

I drank enough for the night when Chris came up to me, "hey y/n, are you doing okay?" He says worried. "Yea im doing okay." Slurring at my words, i stumble and trip but Chris is there to catch me.

It caught Matt's eye making his jaw clench. I catch the fact i made him jealous, but I wouldn't do that to Chris.

Chris leaves me alone for a second to talk to his friends, but then my ex was there. Gio, he was a asshole and he was Gracie's ex also which made it more aggravating. "Oh lookey whos here" he says in a sarcastic tone.

"What do u want Gio?" you say annoyed. "Oh nothing sweetie" he says with a grin that makes u want to slap it off. Matt and Chris notice that your ex is talking to you, and tried to get all touchy with you.

"Gio stop touching me" you push him back, he doesn't comply, Chris and Matt are getting pissed off about the fact that he's bugging you. As he's about to kiss you someone pulls him away and punches him. Chris was punching Gio repeatedly when Matt came over to stop Chris.

Gio was beaten to the floor with a already black eye and busted lip, blood on Chris's knuckles. Your eyes went wide at the sight, Matt questioned why Chris beat him to protect you.

Matt always questioned if Chris was in love with you, he always put those thoughts aside while he was laying in bed with you.

Gracie walked over and already started complaining "ugh of course this shit happens with her here." Matt already gave her a look that made her skin crawl, Chris didn't pay any attention to her only wondering if you're okay.

Nicole finally came over and saw what happened, she took your wrist and led you outside. Chris snapped out of Matt's hold following you outside, Matt then followed Chris outside. Gracie was just there taking care of Gio, when Matt left her there.

Nicole noticed Chris was following you and didn't care, but when she noticed Matt was too she immediately tried blocking him off. "Matt stop following y/n it's weird just leave her alone" she says harshly.

Matt replies saying, "I was following my brother and I still care about her Nicole". He says annoyed "if you cared about her, you wouldn't have cheated on her" Chris says chiming in.

"It's fine if he follows us" you says sternly, "it's not y/n he was a dick to you." Chris says with sympathy, You look at him with pleading eyes and he agrees. All four of you were on the backyard patio, "Chris what the fuck was that back there" Matt says.

"Y/n was getting dicked around with Gio and it was pissing me off" he says while looking at me, "I know he was and it was pissing me off as well but this is Gracie's party and your my brother, it's embarrassing Chris" he says harshly.

"Hey don't talk to him like that" you say towards Matt, Matt looked into your eyes searching for the love u once had for him. Nothing was there anymore, "y/n cmon you even know he fucked up" Matt says.

"He didn't and what's embarrassing is how u followed me out here instead of staying with your little girlfriend." You say pissed off.

"Your little girlfriend is stitching up gio over there so stop worrying about Chris and go fuck off Matt." Your words stinging like venom. Matt leaves and drives home.

"Chris would u like to stay over at our place?" You ask. "I would love to y/n" he says. Nicole just observing about to chime in but you give her a look, she knows he's staying over tonight.

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anyways i apologize for not posting ive been so busy lol.

and sorry this is so short again im js lazy nd tired

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[jordie-gvf]

coconuts, josh kiszka

four words. pierced nipples, you're welcome

word count : 1.6k +

warnings : smut, pierced nipples, oral f rec, dirty talk, language, clit slapping, hand riding (if that's even a thing?)

minors dni!

While Josh was away on tour, you got drunk and did something really stupid. Nicole had dared you to get your nipples pierced. You never backed out on a dare, so the two of you went into the piercing shop together.

She helped you pick out jewelry, you went for barbells that had butterflies on the end. They sat you in the chair and your piercer, who was named Liz, did an amazing job in piercing them for you.

She told you everything you needed to know to take care of them. 

Flash forward 4 months, Josh comes home. You hadn’t told him what you did, so this would be a surprise to him.

You were glad he wasn't home for most of the time they were healing, they were easier to hide from him. 

You had started a collection of different barbells in your jewelry box. They were all kinds of colors and shapes. You grabbed the purple star ones and cleaned them before going to the airport to pick up your lover. 

Once you were parked and went inside to get him, you were nervous. You hadn't seen him in four months, so you were a little anxious to see him again. 

Obviously, you were going to wait to show him before getting home, but you were thinking of what his reaction would be. 

You saw Danny turn the corner first, waving to you and basically running over towards you. You met him halfway and welcomed him with open arms. 

When you pulled away, everyone was waiting for their hug, everyone except for Josh. You looked around to see where he was, but you couldn't find him anywhere. 

“Bathroom,” you heard from behind you. You turned around and saw Jake, hair cut shorter with his circular sunglasses on.

“You look like one of the Three Blind Mice with those glasses on Jake,” you said and hugged him in the middle of the busy airport. 

Sam was last. He put all his stuff down and pulled you in close to him. You and Josh had been together for quite a while, Sam was your best friend. “Hi, Sammy. I missed you.”

“You didn’t miss me, Mama?”

You immediately let go of Sam and turned at the sound of the voice you had missed dearly. You quickly walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. He held you in his arms and spun you around. You could feel his hand come up to the back of your head and pet your hair. 

You pulled your head away from the crook of his neck and kissed him. 

He pulled away from the kiss and said, “Hey, pretty angel,” and kissed you again. You were finally at peace again with the world, with your lover.

He set you back down onto the ground and you heard Jake say, “Are you two gonna make a baby like right here or? Do we need to evacuate the airport so you guys can get alone time?”

Josh shot him a look and said, “You’re just jealous that I have a girlfriend, Jacob.”

“No fighting. We just got home.” said Danny, the mediator.

You led them to your car that thankfully wasn’t too far away in the parking garage and helped them load everything into your trunk. Gratefully, you drove an SUV, so everything fit in the back. You drove in silence to their homes, dropping them off one by one. 

Danny was last. You got out of the car to help him bring his stuff into his place. He thanked you and hugged you again, “It’s so glad to see you again, Y/N.”

You smiled at him and closed his front door, leaving him to go be with Josh. You got back into the car and started the trek back to the house. 

Once you got home and Josh had all his bags in the house, you led him upstairs to your bedroom. He raised his eyebrows and you told him that you were going to cuddle, strictly cuddle.

You changed out of your uncomfortable jeans and took your bra off, forgetting that he didn't know about your two piercings. 

You left your shirt on and put on a pair of sweat shorts. “Josh! Sit on the bed and close your eyes.” 

“Why? Is something going to jump out at me?”

“Just do it.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes. He put his hands over his eyes and you stood in between his legs. 

“While you were gone, Nicole and I went out and got really wasted one night. She had dared me to do something that I thought I would never do in my entire life, but I did. I have been waiting to show you in person. I hope you like it.”

“Did you get a tattoo of my name on your ass cheek or something?” 

“No. Should I have done that?” you asked him as you lifted your shirt.

“Can I open my eyes now? I’m getting very impatient.”

You lifted your pink shirt and said, “Yes Handsome, open your eyes.”

He took his hands off his eyes and opened them. He looked at your two barbells in awe, eyes lighting up like the starry sky. 

His hands went straight for them but you pulled away just in time. Pulling your shirt back down, you said,  “No, you can't touch them yet, they're not properly healed all the way.”

He pouted and said, “But I want to touch them. Let me see them. Just a little touch, please Mama?” 

You shook your head and turned away from him, going towards the bathroom. He reached forward and grabbed your waist, pulling you back to him. 

He kept your back to him, resting his head on the top of your butt, wrapping his arms around your waist. He laid back on the bed, pulling you down with him.

He toyed with the waistline of your shorts and seductively whispered in your ear, “Come on, Mama. Let me touch them. I promise I’ll be gentle,” and kissed the shell of your ear. He started kissing the side of your neck slowly, his facial hair tickling you.

You were on the verge of caving, your core growing warm. “I already said you couldn’t touch them.”

“I know, but I just love them so much. I wanna see ‘em again,” he said, in the same voice as before. 

He slowly moved his hands up your belly to the edge of your shirt. He slipped his hand under the hem, sliding one of his hands up to your breasts. He slipped the other hand down your shorts, playing with the elastic of your underwear. 

He moved his hand across your breasts, feeling the warm metal on his skin. He moved his other hand down below the front of your panties, making his way down to your center. 

Once he heard you moan at his first touch of your clit, he was hard. You could feel him pressed up against your ass, harder than a rock. 

“You miss me, Mama?”

You moaned at the feeling of his middle finger rubbing circles on your clit and his hand groping your breasts. 

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me about your pretty nipples, baby” he said as he pulled your shirt over your breasts, keeping it near your neck so he could touch both. 

“Use my hand, Mama.”

You planted your feet on the edge of the bed and started grinding up and down on his hand. He rubbed his hand over you while you were riding his hand, maximum pleasure overtaking your body. 

“I missed these tits. Now I can love on them even more,” he said, squeezing your breast and jiggling it in his hand. 

“I can feel you, Princess. Throbbing and pulsing against my hand. You close, Mama? Gonna cum all over my hand and make a mess all over me?” 

You nodded and rode his hand faster, if that was even possible. He slapped your clit and rubbed you, harder and harder every time. 

He knew you were about to finish, he started to talk in your ear. “Come on, Mama. I know you can do it. Four months without my touch? How’d you survive? I know I didn’t. Fucked my hand every night and imagined it was this pussy right here. I know they heard me, calling out and moaning your name. Did I care? Fuck no.” 

“Josh! Fuck! I- I-!” 

“I know, Baby. I know you're close.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth fell open. He quickly slid you off of him and rushed to take your shorts off. 

He moved you up on the bed and kneeled on the comforter, “I can’t put my mouth on your nipples, but I can still eat this pussy.” 

He wrapped his arms around your thighs and ate you out like there was no tomorrow. You pushed his head closer to you and he squeezed your thighs. He moaned into you when you gripped onto his hair, his shaven sides lightly tickling the inside of your thighs. 

He looked up at you, his first sight being your nipples, looking right back at him. You couldn't see him, but his eyes rolled back and he moved his hands back up to your breasts. 

He squeezed them in his hands, never faltering at the assault he was doing on your core. 

You both showered and got into bed together. You got in first, facing his side. He got in and said, “Why didn’t you tell me? That would’ve been a great visual for me.”

You heard a voice, not belonging to either you or Josh. “You guys knew I was still down here, right?!”

Josh’s eyes widened as he said, “Oh, we forgot Sam!”

[cronaz-diary]

hot take i dont like the flipside rewrite too much

first i will say i like partz of it and i dont hate it or the person who made it so if ur here to twist my wordz u can leave, secondly i feel itz a good example of how the class of 09 fandom misunderstandz the characterz or gamez and just see them verryyy 1 dimensional

flipside being a darker game imo iz perfect to finish a game seriez like class of 09, yez therez thingz that couldve been handled better and just iz... oh okay then ! but most of it boilz down to ppl lacking media literacy, or they never played the other 2 gamez so they act shocked the game iz fucked up

no the 1st 2 gamez werent just "silly" they r actually fucked up if we think for a second ! the mr colby ending? yea remember that? if ur gonna complain abt jecka being groomed by a teacher why arent u complaining abt that ending? and no dont give me "it waz shown aaz good!" bc none of those partz were. or the same jokez being used before, just diffrently said.

almost anytime i see ppl try to recreate the humor itz just, "heh i say the n word im so edgy !" or sum racist or homophobic joke that doesnt come off satire or anything like that... therez no build up no nothing... the game usez a lot to speak on real issuez (yez stuff in class of 09 happenz irl and should be talked abt not pushed to the side??) also a lot of ppl dont know how to write abt stuff in 2008-2009 lmao or ppl just take nicole and slap jeckaz face over her (again showing how ppl dont actually pay attention to the characterz)

oh also can we plz stop taking jeckaz abuse out of literally everything? itz been mentioned though out the other gamez also why can nicole have a shit family but for jecka itz too far...?

anyway i luv the ari endingz in the rewritten ari deservez more

im kinda tired of writing thiz and scared of ppl harassing me or say i have a foot fetish (itz weird to guess wut minorz r into btw) cuz i dont and also thiz stuff happenz sm bc money iz hard to get and shit

i wish ppl researched more and can handle characterz being bad ppl *cough*pplshockednicoleizshittywhenshealwayzhazbeen*cough*

um might update thiz l8r idk plz dont dox me

[lukin08]

Up In The Air Chapter 9

Kristanna Modern AU

Rated T

WC 3048

Summary: Tired of her nomad lifestyle, traveling nurse Anna Arendelle on a whim picks Pensacola Florida as her new town to try find a sense of home. Meanwhile, Navy Pilot Kristoff Bjorgman has accepted a dream position at the Naval station in the same town. After a chance encounter goes south, the two of them find their lives entwined, with neither of them all that happy about it!

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“Anna!” Nicole exclaimed for the fifth time as Anna tried to justify another clash she had with Kristoff from the last year.

Kristoff couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face listening to Nicole reprimand Anna.  They were sitting on opposite ends of the couch with Nicole pacing in front of them.  He almost jumped out of his seat when Nicole directed her ire at him.

“I don’t know what you think is so funny.  You’re just as bad as Anna.”

Kristoff’s eyes went wide with the weight of Nicole’s words directed at him.  From the corner of his sight, he could make out the scowl on Anna’s directed at him.  It baffled him how someone as small as Anna could be so intimidating.  It made him slump down against the couch to minimize the space he was taking up.

After a while, Kristoff grew weary of hashing out the last year with Nicole.  All the arguments, his justifications, Anna’s wild versions of what really happened; it all brought back his annoyance again.  Kristoff laid his head against the back of the couch.  He knew all this was childish, but there was something about Anna he couldn’t shake and he was almost ashamed to admit he liked getting a rise out of her.  But now he was done for the night and looking for a way out.

“So,” Nicole finally said, putting her hands on her hips. “Do you think you can both be adults and make up?”

Anna sat back, crossing her arms.  “We’re all good as long as he stays away from me.”

“Don’t need an invitation for that,” Kristoff interjected, making his eye roll obvious.

“You see,” Anna said first looking at Nicole then focusing on Kristoff.  That look was back and he knew she was incapable of letting this go.  “I feel like you do.  It’s like you can’t stay away from me.”

He turned and glared at Anna.  “Yeah, like when you see a car wreck on the highway and can’t look away.”

“Kris!” Nicole reprimanded.

Anna shot forward, her arms out in a plea to Nicole.  “This!  This is what I’m talking about!  He doesn’t leave me alone.  He continues to bug me over and over like the mosquito he must have been in a former life.”

In the background, Sven was trying to stifle a laugh.  Kristoff shot Sven a stare and noticed Camilla was also laughing.

“Anna, I don’t think- “

Anna cut Nicole off “Or maybe a gnat. Whatever is more annoying.”  Anna flung herself back on the couch, her eyebrows scrunched together.

“Alright, that’s enough.”  Kristoff slapped his thighs and stood up.  His eyes scanned the group in the living room. “It’s been fun, but I realized I don’t have to sit here and take any of this.”  He started to move towards the door. 

“Kris, come on.  Don’t leave,” Nicole implored.

Kristoff paused, quickly shaking his head as he looked over at Nicole. “Nah, I think I will.  Enjoy the rest of your evening and your new friend.”  He turned back and took several large strides towards his exit.

“That’s not fair.  Please- “

Kristoff was already out the door slamming it behind him before Nicole could finish her sentence.

“…come back.” Nicole turned back to Anna, a defeated look across her face.  “I’m sorry.  That’s not what I wanted to happen.”

Anna waived her off, pretending Kristoff storming off didn’t bother her.  “I’m used to it.  People have been doing that all my life.”

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The light raps on the door made Kristoff flinch.  He jumped up hoping it wasn’t Boss coming to reprimand him for not joining the group for dinner.  He wasn’t in the mood to be around anyone, the madness from Monday still a fresh wound.  Kristoff was hoping that leaving for the show would give him some reprieve, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen.

Sven was on the other side grinning from ear to ear. “So, this is where you’ve been hiding.”

Kristoff sighed.  “What do you want, Sven?”

“Can I come in?  Thought we could watch a movie.”

Kristoff took a step back and gestured for Sven to come into the room.  “Is Boss pissed?”

“Nah.  He gets it.  We all have our off times.  But you missed a hell of a dinner.  What did you do anyway tonight?  Sulk in here?”

“I went for a run if you must know.”

Sven shrugged and looked around.  “At least you weren’t hanging out at the bar alone.  Which bed are you using?”

Sven jumped on the opposite bed that Kristoff pointed to and started scanning for movies.  Kristoff went and sat in his own bed against the headboard.  Thankfully Sven picked a comedy he didn’t have to think about.

“I wasn’t hiding.”

“Ok.”

“I just didn’t want to be around anyone.”

“If that’s what you say.”

“There’s a difference.”

“Is there?”

Kristoff didn’t respond.  Thankfully Sven let it drop and focused back to the TV.  After the movie, they switched on a game from the West Coast that was still on.  In as bad of a mood Kristoff had been in all week, he was still grateful for moments like this.  To have his best friend come in and do something as simple as watching a movie with him was something Kristoff didn’t take for granted.  They had spent the last ten years seeing each other a few times a year and it was nice not to have to worry about that for at least a few years.  

But Kristoff knew Sven also had an ulterior motive.  They needed to talk about what happened on Monday.  Sven wasn’t going to let Kristoff get away with that, but he was giving Kristoff the space to bring it up.

Finally, Kristoff relented.  He couldn’t take the dead space between them. “How angry is Nicole with me?”

Sven waived his finger, smiling as he looked at the TV.  “Now that is who you need to be worried about.  Not Boss.  Glad to see you finally figured that out.”

Kristoff winced.  “That bad, huh?”

Sven turned towards Kristoff.  “She’s more disappointed than angry.” He stared over at Kristoff for a few moments before breaking out into a grin.  “How was that? I was practicing my dad voice.”

The pillow hit Sven square in the face. He yelped as he fell back.  “Damn, Kris,” Sven said as he rubbed his nose.  “You didn’t have to throw it that hard.”

Then don’t be a smart ass all the time.”

Sven laid there for a few minutes looking over at the game again.  He let out a small chuckle before he spoke.  “Look man, I think this is funny as hell.  I mean what are the chances?”

“Just my luck.”

“You know, I think there’s a part of you that actually enjoys all the bickering with Anna.”

“Yeah, ok.”

“No really.  She keeps you on your toes. A little bit of a challenge.”

“Can we not talk about Anna. I’m more concerned about Nicole and the possibility of never being allowed to step foot at your doorstep again.”

“Nicole’s not mad at you.  She’s frustrated with the situation.  If I had to describe it, she’s more sad than anything.”

That wasn’t the response Kristoff expected. “Sad?”

“Yeah, you know,” Sven’s arms fell to his side. “She really likes Anna and you’re like a brother to her.  She was hoping everyone would get along.  Now it’s all fucked up and if you two are going to butt heads all the time…”  

“I don’t have to go to anything that Nicole wants Anna at. If it makes it easier, don’t worry about me.  I’m fine.”

Sven shifted again and looked Kristoff in the eyes.  “No, that’s not ok.  I’m asking you as my best friend. Don’t make Nicole choose.  Don’t do that to her.” 

Guilt washed over Kristoff.  He knew Sven was right, but all he could do was nod back.

“As entertaining as it is, can you at least try not arguing with her as much?  Maybe keep it to a light banter around Nicole.”

Kristoff wanted to scoff at the request, but he held it in.  “Yeah, bud.  I’ll try.”

Sven smiled and sat back. “Good, because Nicole invited Anna to the Memorial Day remembrance.”

“She what?!”

“Hey, you’ve been warned with plenty of advance notice.” Sven pointed a finger at Kristoff.  

It was enough for Kristoff to only let out a small grumble before turning back to the tv.  They settled back into watching the game a now comfortable silence between them.  After a few minutes Sven spoke again.

“I have to ask you something.  I’ve held back asking you forever, but now you owe me.”

“What?”

“If that night you met Anna hadn’t gone to shit.  Don’t tell Nicole this by the way, but I’m on your side with that.  But if things hadn’t gone sideways, would you have asked to see her again?”

The question hung out between them. Kristoff could feel the weight of it in his chest.  He didn’t want to answer, didn’t want to say it out loud.  But Sven was right.  Kristoff owed him.

“Yes,” he said flatly not taking his eyes off the TV.

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The wing was void of any activity as Anna walked down the corridor.  The hospital was inching closer to the pediatric wing opening and it was exciting to see it start to take shape.  But the walk to the new wing was quiet and it felt lonely with all the lack of activity.  Anna did her best to shake off that isolating feeling that always seemed to be stalking right behind her and walked faster to the last set of doors

The committee was meeting to take a tour of the progress. She couldn’t wait to really get to work, making the area an inviting place for the children and their families.  Beyond the state-of-the-art equipment, there were murals, decorations, books and toys all waiting to fill up the space. She walked through the doors and into an open space that would be a staging and area for families waiting for doctor appointments.  The whole room would be lined with bookshelves and interactive toys.  

Anna stopped when she noticed Kristoff sitting on one of the benches, hunched over with his back turned to her.  It was just her luck that he’d be the first one here.  He looked towards Anna briefly as she started walking again only to turn back without any acknowledgement.

She rolled her eyes.  Kristoff was not going to get under her skin today.  At least that was the mantra she had been repeating to herself all day.  It was the first time they had seen each other since the incident, as Anna referred to it, at Nicole’s and there was no way she was going to let him think it rattled her.  She threw her shoulders back and purposely walked over to a chair near him.

He nodded her existence when she sat down.  Anna quickly pulled out her phone after a quick hello.  She did a good job ignoring him for all of thirty seconds when she noticed something in his hands.  He was flipping through note cards and when she looked closer, she could see handwriting on them.  Anna was intrigued.  Studying him closer, Kristoff was not his usual cool collected self.  In fact, he almost looked nervous.

With a sly grin, Anna leaned forward, getting closer to Kristoff.  “What’cha got there Cap?”

“Huh?” Kristoff glanced up at Anna, almost startled before he was able to put on his emotionless mask on his face.  He quickly cleared his throat. “Nothing.”

Anna grinned.  “Come on, share.”

“It’s none of your business.”  He sat back against the bench, looking towards the entrance like he was willing someone to walk through.

Anna didn’t relent. “What is it? Top secret?”

“No.”  He looked back down at the cards he was holding, tapping them on his thigh.  “Why do you care anyway?”

“Just curious what’s making you so nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Right.”  Anna shook her head.  “Then why do you look like your about to be called into the principal’s office?”

He let out a loud sigh, slumping his shoulders.  “It’s that obvious?”

“Yes, unless you’re going for the about to yack up your breakfast look.”

Kristoff chuckled and it almost made Anna smile knowing she cracked what she thought was the impervious shell he wore.  “I, uh, have a presentation to give this afternoon.”

Anna sat back, crossing her arms.  “And?”

“I had to do it last year too and let’s just say it could have gone better.”

“Who’s it for, the head of Navy or something?”

“Worse.  It’s for a bunch of high schoolers. 

Anna burst out laughing envisioning Kristoff giving some dry speech to a group of teenagers. “Oh, they ate you alive, didn’t they?”

“No, but only because it was the ROTC and a group of the sports teams.  This year I’m in front of a whole auditorium of these kids today. I’m toast.”

“It can’t be that bad.”  Anna held out her hand. “Gimme.”

It took a moment, but Kristoff finally relented and handed his notecards over to Anna.  She flipped through them, before stacking them together and handing them back to him.  “I take it back.  It is that bad.”

“Fuck.  But I have to cover certain topics and- “

Anna held out her hand to stop him.  “You fly jets for a living.”

“So?”

“So?!” Anna’s arms flew up in exasperation.  “You have the coolest job in the world!  Tell them about it.”

“It’s not really that glamorous,” Kristoff said, brushing her off.

“I don’t buy that for a second.  Come on, tell me something.”

Kristoff tilted his head at Anna. “Like what?”

“Like something about what you do.  What’s the best flight you ever had?”

Kristoff thought for a moment then broke into a small grin.  “It had to be dancing with the Northern Lights at 40K feet while flying North of the Artic circle.  I’ve never been so in awe of anything in this world as I was that night.”

Anna nodded in appreciation trying to imagine what Kristoff saw.  “And what’s the scariest thing about flying?  Teenager approved answers only.”

“That’s easy.  Night carrier landings in a storm with the carrier pitching and rolling.”

“Tell them that. Tell them about a time you had to do that.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes.  Tell them what scares you, a funny story, why you love flying. Mix them into your presentation.”  Anna stood up, noticing some other people enter the room.  Then she added, “They’ll love it, and you might trick them into thinking you are actually human, not just a robot spitting out facts.”  Anna walked away, not giving Kristoff an opportunity to respond.

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The tour went by too quickly for Anna.  Her head was filled with ideas on how to make the pediatrics wing an inviting space for the children and families.  There was a twinge of disappointment when the tour was over until the administrator giving the tour asked if anyone would like to visit the current pediatric area.  Anna lit up, jumping at the opportunity.

Unfortunately, everyone had to bow out except for Kristoff.   She was surprised he agreed to go over to the floor, convinced he would have ducked out at the first opportunity.  They followed the administrator until she said she needed to stop at her office and asked Anna to show Kristoff the way to the floor.

They walked in silence down the hallway, Kristoff keeping a step behind her.  

“Can I ask you something?” Kristoff asked, breaking the silence.

“Ask away, Cap.”

“Why did you decide to be nice to me earlier?”

A small grin came over Anna’s face.  “I don’t know if I was being nice.  Helpful, yes.  But they aren’t the same thing.”

“Ok fine.  Why were you helping me?”

“Pity.”

She saw Kristoff pull a face at her, but he didn’t say anything.  After a few moments, he responded.  “You got the talk, didn’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“I knew it.  Guess we need to be on our best behavior.”

“Nicole is my friend and Sven too…don’t give me that face.  I’m not going to lose her because of you.  If it takes putting on the air of civility with you, then fine.”

“You stay in your lane, and I’ll stay in mine?”

“Exactly.”

Kristoff pondered that for a second before saying.  “I can live with that.”

The time on the pediatric floor flew by for Anna.  She was in her element stopping to talk to the children.  She made sure to talk to each of them, not leaving until she got a smile or laugh.  She even promised to come back to visit a few of the children on her breaks at work.  It was something she was looking forward to.

As she was getting ready to head out, she realized she hadn’t seen Kristoff.  He had come into a few of the first rooms with her not saying too much until a small child they met in the hall, enamored by his uniform, took his fingers in their hand and led him away.  He’d been gone since, and she figured he must have made his escape some time ago.

Anna did a double take, stopping quickly to back up when she swore she saw something out of the corner of her eye.  When she went to peer into the common play area for the children, there was Kristoff, sitting on the floor with a group of children surrounding him.  A young boy was pointing to his shoulder boards, asking about them and the service ribbons on his shirt.  

She leaned against the doorframe in disbelief.  “Wasn’t expecting that,” Anna said to herself.

Another nurse saw Anna and walked over, a large smile on her face.  She looked back at Kristoff. “He’s got a big group of fans.  Been here over an hour with all the kids.”

Before she could say anything, Kristoff caught her eye.  He gave her a small wave and a sheepish smile and Anna couldn’t help but return a warm smile.  Maybe she didn’t have Kristoff Bjorgman completely figured out.

[tragictempest]

My Favorite School Spirits Scenes&Dialogue

[Feel free to use any of these as writing prompts]

CW: School Spirits Spoilers, Innapropriate Language, Mentions of Murder

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(Maddie and Simon walk into the auto shop looking for evidence)

Simon: Talk about a perfect place to dump a body... He ever bring you here?

Maddie: .....

Simon: Oh jeez. This is where you guys hooked up?

Maddie: I'm not answering that.

Simon: Classy guy.. What, was the dumpster behind the Jack In The Box already taken?

Maddie: Oh, grow up. You tried to make a move on Celeste Molina at the bowling shoe return counter.

Simon: That was eighth grade!

Maddie: It was ninth! You just looked like an eighth grader.

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Xavier: And you know what they say...

Maddie: What do they say?

Xavier: Bros before... strong, independent women with bright futures, it's a very popular phrase.

Maddie: You're stupid... you're lucky you're cute.

Xavier: What the Lord deny in brain, he deliver in beauty.

Maddie: And boy did he deny.

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Maddie: Look, I can't really chat right now because I've got some holes in my memory to fill.

Wally: Hey, that's why I'm here, I can totally help you fill your holes.

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Maddie: ...Excuse me?

Wally: Oh, uh, obviously I did not mean for it to come off that way.. it was more of a hypothetical "I can help you figure things out if you need it."

Maddie: Okay... I can handle it myself. And I don't need to take advice from someone who looks like they're headed to aerobics class.

Maddie: You were murdered by your guidance counselor?

Rhonda: Yep. Guided me straight to the light.

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Rhonda: There's still people in this school that count on you. Dead people.

Maddie: Since when did you stop majoring in who-gives-a-fuck?

Rhonda: We all have to pitch in, pussytoes.

Maddie: I'm sorry, what did she just call me?

Charley: I.. I think it's probably a flower...?

Maddie: 'kay...

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Simon: You hate scary movies, just own it.

Nicole: That's not true. I liked Scream.

Simon: That's scary satire, doesn't count.

Maddie: And you closed your eyes the second the movie started.

Nicole: No I didn't.

Maddie: You spent half the movie looking for that twizzler you dropped on the ground.

Simon: And you don't even like black licorice, that's Maddie's thing.

Nicole: Yeah, well, Maddie didn't invent black licorice.

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Charley: The bigger disappointment was me thinking I would get to haunt all the assholes who tortured me while I was here. But uh, instead, I was haunted by all the jokes they made once I was gone.

Maddie: What do you mean?

Charley: I was a gay kid in the 90s who died because he was allergic to nuts.

Maddie: ...

Charley: Okay, that's where you're supposed to laugh.

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Simon: Nicole, you were supposed to give me a ride this morning. To school? Remember?

Nicole: I had stuff to do. Sorry.

Simon: I figured, you were AWOL all weekend, didn't answer a single text.

Nicole: I had an application deadline, okay? So the video statement was due, my portfolio looks like it was slapped together by a third grader, so..

(A minute later, Simon opens up her binder and looks at her portfolio)

Simon: Hmm. FYI, you're a very impressive third grader. I mean, I'm impressed.

(He turns to a page that's full of half a dozen photographs of Maddie)

Simon: Uhh.. and a little concerned. Damn, she knew you took all these?

Nicole: I took a bunch of you too, you're just.. not photogenic..

Simon: Yeah.. but.. this is intense. I mean, it's cool, it's just a lot of maddiemaddiemaddiemaddiemaddiemaddie —

Nicole: — What are you trying to say?

Simon: ..Nothing. Hey. Breathe, stop doubting yourself, okay? If admission asks why you're obsessed, say you worshipped her. Tell 'em she taught you how to parallel park.

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Maddie: Seriously? All we do is haunt the halls of the stupid school, and none of you have seen anything suspicious from Anderson?

Wally: Well, one time I saw Mr. Anderson misspell the word "Fundraiser" on a Boosters Club poster, and I – he forgot the D. I feel like that's pretty suspicious coming from an English teacher.

Charley: Wally.. I'm pretty sure that was a pun..? So I'm assuming he probably did that on purpose....

Rhonda: Sorry, sweets, we don't just stand around staring at the living all day.

Maddie: No.. you plan weekend fun. Like movie nights.

Mr. Martin: Well, we do what we can to break up the monotony, Maddie, that's all.

Charley: Well, if I may.. to be fair, watching the same five sports movies over and over again is kind of monotonous, Mr. Martin.

Wally: I thought you loved "Rudy".

Charley: No.

Wally: Wow. Just w– I can't even.

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Rhonda: How are you not pissed right now!?

Wally: I am pissed, Rhonda, I'm just trying to make sense of this all, this is very new to me, I don't know how I feel —

Rhonda: Try not to lose it in front of your crush.

Wally: OK, YOU DONT HAVE TO BE MAD AT ME RHONDA -- I DIDNT DO ANYTHING, BE MAD AT HIM —

Rhonda: I am mad at him.

Wally: Okay, you said you wouldn't bring that up again —

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Maddie: Have you seen my teacher Mr. Anderson?

Dawn: You mean like him with a murder weapon? Or your dead body?

Maddie: Yes!

Dawn: Nope! Though I am pretty easily distracted...

Maddie: Is it the.. bad acid?

Dawn: ....?

Maddie: Charley mentioned something about that..

Dawn: Well no, I've never taken drugs! I just meant from all the new ways you kids have had to connect... (starts talking about the internet)

Maddie: Okay.. well I've got to go talk to the bus crash kids.

Dawn: Oh, good luck. Those banjos are all bongo, if you know what I mean... You should let me come with! I speak bongo.

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Nicole: I'm sorry, when did you become all Scooby Doo?

Claire: ...

Nicole: I mean, two months ago, you were wiping your feet on Maddie's face, now you're... what? Trading in your pom pom for a trench coat?

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(Charley laying on the indoor pool bleachers with sunglasses over his glasses, smelling sunscreen)

Charley: Ah, I love this smell. Coconut, verbena.. you close your eyes, you could be anywhere. Miami.. Aruba...

Rhonda: Yeah, and then you open them, and there's a band-aid floating in the surf.

Charley: I miss a good sunburn.

Wally: I miss Debbie Gibson.

Rhonda: ...??

Wally: What? I thought we were talking about stuff that we miss.

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(Emilio walks past Charley and makes him gay panic)

Rhonda: Dial it downnn.. just because you smell like an Almond Joy, doesn't mean he knows you're here.

Wally (to Maddie): That's Mr. Figueroa. Emilio. He was Charley's crush when they were still students here. He sponsors the.. L-G..T —

Rhonda: — B.

Wally: B-T-Q club.. and Charley never misses a meeting.

Charley: I only go for the refreshments.. and uh, you're one to talk. You hit the gym every day to impress some boneheads who only know you as a name on a scoreboard.

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Charley: Okay, let's try hypnosis.

(Dawn randomly spawns in the back, sitting at the table eating the burrito)

Dawn: Oh, God no... Not that.

Wally: Hello, Dawn.. uhhh, how long — how long you been sitting there, girl?

Dawn: Since I smelled the burrito 😊

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(The ghosts are gathered in a circle so they can begin the anti-seance as Dawn waves an old, burnt Brussels sprout around as a substitute for sage)

Dawn: Settle, settle, settle, settle. We're under Capricornus.

Rhonda: ...who?

Dawn: The stars. Close your eyes, look inward, right to the back of your skull. What are you seeing, Mads?

Maddie: Uh, not much, it's dark..

Dawn: Dark!

Rhonda: Maybe it's the back of her skull.

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Xavier: I just -- I feel like I'm walking into a trap.

Maddie: Funny. I don't recall you being scared when you were hooking up in your backseat.

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Rhonda: If I thought it would help me cross over, I would go out there and tackle someone.

Mr. Martin: Okay, that's the spirit.. I think.

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Xavier: I wasn't tampering with anything, dad.

Sheriff Baxter: Man, how stupid do you think I am? What are we, runnin' neck and neck in the dumbass derby?

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Wally: I wanna make sure she's okay!

Rhonda: Let's check the faculty lounge..

Charley: She didn't say she needed a nap.

Rhonda: Maybe she went to speak with Simon. Sorry.

Wally: Why are you sorry?

Rhonda: You wince every time you hear his name.

Wally: This is not me wincing, this is my happy face.

Rhonda: Ah, could have fooled me.

Wally: Look -- I know she's still trying to figure her stuff out, but I can wait. We're not even at halftime.

Rhonda: I don't know what that means.. but if that is your happy face, remind me to hide when you're really happy.

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(Maddie and her mom arguing before Maddie's death)

Maddie: You wanna take everything that dad gave me? Here. Take this.

(Maddie rips her necklace off and hands it to her mom)

Maddie: You could pawn it, get 40 bucks from it. Buy yourself a fucking welcome mat.

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Xavier: If I ask her about the phone, she's just gonna bail!

Simon: Stop being a fucking coward!

Xavier: A coward -- FUCK YOU SIMON.

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Simon: SAYONARA, SHIT RIVER!! Northwestern won't know what hit 'em!!

(proceeds to bump into somebody walking through the hall as he says that)

Maddie: Slow your roll, we're not even in yet.

(Bell rings)

Mr. Anderson: You degenerates are late!

Nicole: I'm not even in your class..

Mr. Anderson: You're still late.. and degenerate.

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Claire: What did you tell the police?

Mr. Anderson: I told them the truth. That I took that money to pay off my dad. Is that okay with you? Cool. Can I go?

Claire: Did you say anything about me!?

Mr. Anderson: Y'know what? I don't remember! 😛

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Mr. Martin: It sounds like you're struggling. Write your obituary.

Maddie: Uh, no.

Mr. Martin: Everyone here has written one. It helps us to focus on the highlights of our lives, the sweet victories.

Maddie: I've gotten out of writing papers before because of cramps. I'm pretty sure death counts as a good excuse.

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Simon: Happy?

Maddie: Yeah, I'm thrilled. My DNA is on a boiler room wall and my piece of shit boyfriend might have something to do with that. Does it get much happier!?

Simon: Oh, so now you come around? How many times did I tell you that dude was sketchy?

Maddie: This isn't about him keeping hand lotion in his glove compartment, Simon.

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Simon: Bathrooms.. you're not gonna linger and wait there... right?

Maddie: ...

Simon: MADDIE

Maddie: Relax, I left before I saw anything.... But you should really wash your hands more.

Simon: Okay and now I'm hanging up. Byeeeee!