#no one is gone forever jesse. this is bad

[penroze]

Uhhh. I dunno, mista White. Don’t ya think that uh, working with the Crescent King is sort of a crazy move. Like, ignoring the house in the sea stuff, or whatever, he doesn’t seem like he’s in the best place mentally right now yunno.

Jesse, when I asked you if you wanted to expand the business, you said yes. The Crescent King has incredibly valuable connections from Florida to the Moon. Lydia has informed me that our product is in high demand among the Lunarians, it’s just the most logical next step in our operation. So will you trust me or will we go with one of your picks again? Remember Tuco? Hm? If you can’t handle the heat, get out of the kitchen.

3 Cycles Later…

JESSE.. JESSE. Grief made him a monster, Jesse… He DID NOT appreciate my Heisenberg Checkmate. We are in the SHITTER. The only way to destroy the Crescent King is to render him as fiction. God, where did we go so wrong? Jesse. I need you to talk to Nixon. We have bad history so it has to be you. Saul can pay for the NASA launch. Quick Jesse. My son can’t spell

honestly the funniest thing abt breaking bad is walter causing his own issues and then surprised abt it like jesse will be like yo mr white i don’t think working with the joker is a super good idea and walts like shut up jesse u idiot and then at the end of the season walt’s like jesse we have to kill the joker

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careful what you wish for // sam and colby (pt. 5)

A/N: hey yall… long time no see with this fic. so, i'm gonna be honest with you, this one is rough in about every way you can imagine. idk why i felt the need to do all of this in this fic, but just be prepared when you read it. thank you for all of the love and support you guys have given me on this fic and the past 12 nights of other content I've been giving you. it means the world to me that you guys continue to stick around and read my shit lol thanks again, lmk what you think, and happy halloween !!

prompt: it's been a year since you last saw sam and colby. you hit up jess, your friend, to see if she can give you the magic spell book to finally get rid of them. but sam and colby know your plan, and they won't be taking this attempt to kill them too kindly. || vampire!sam and demon!colby x fem!reader

trigger warning: SMUT, like…. so much smut, supernatural powers being used on you, coming on command, multiple orgasms for Y/N, snc are fucking MEAN in this so just a forewarning, very possessive, you're being punished for being a bad girl, edging, watching sam fuck jess your bestie, don't worry she ends up not being real lol, cursing, magic, degrading and praising language, cliffhanger ending??, mentions of: princess, baby girl, good girl, slut, plaything, toy, sex doll, a lot of OURS mentions too, snc threaten you a bunch as well but flip back and forth between being nice and mean, dubcon just to be safe… so if none of that sounds like something you want to read turn back now :)

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You took a deep breath, stepping out of the uber. You strutted into the bar, anxiety hitting you once inside. You searched around, until finally stopping on Jess. You waved, walking over to her.

She stood up, giving you a quick hug, "Wow, Y/N. It's been so long! How have you been? You look great."

"Thanks, Jess. I know, it feels like forever since we last saw each other." You answered honestly.

"Yeah, I think the last time was..." Her voice trailed off, thinking.

"The book." You deadpanned.

She nodded, "Right. The book."

You sat down, your eyes looking her over, "Speaking of, do you have it?"

"Of course. I saw your text to bring it so I did." She pulled it out, sliding it across the table. It still looked the same, leather bound and old, and the sight of it made your heart flutter.

You sighed, "I appreciate you doing this. I wasn't sure if you were still mad at me from last time or-"

"No, no. I shouldn't have gotten so upset with you. Obviously, if someone had told me a magic book was going to make me a boyfriend, I too would have thought they were crazy," Jess laughed. "Well, I guess in your case, two boyfriends."

"Yeah about that... that's why I need this book." You admitted.

"You want to get rid of them? Why?" She asked, leaning in.

"They've been gone for a while now. They pop into my dreams, but haven't been around in about a year. The last time I saw them..." Your mind flooded with the previous time, months back, of them fucking you in front of all your coworkers. None of them remembered the next day, but you did. The images alone made it hard to look anyone in the eye anymore. Your face heated up, "I'll just say it was the last time I truly wanted to see them. They have gone too far and I just don't know how much more I can take from them."

Her expression softened. "I can only imagine what dating a vampire and a demon would be like."

"Dating is the nicest way to describe what we have. It's more of a... free use situationship." You huffed, "But I can't deal with it anymore. I want a normal life, no matter what they claim."

"What do they say?" She inquired. 

"They say I enjoy this, what we do. And while that is true to some extent, I can't keep living like this. I mean, how much longer am I supposed to keep having them show up randomly in my life to fuck my brains out? Sure, I enjoy it in the moment, but afterwards I feel embarrassed." You divulged, lowering your eyes to the table.

"I mean, if you like it you shouldn't feel ashamed." She remarked.

"Well, I do. And I just want them gone. I think I've paid my dues back entirely to this book." You gaze down at it, stroking the cover, "I'm sorry. Please help me get rid of them."

She snickered, "How about we don't do that in the middle of this bar?"

"That's probably a good idea." You placed the book next to you, exhaling. "So, how has your dating life been since the book shut? Please tell me it went back to normal so that I might have something to look forward to."

"Oh yeah, it's been normal alright. Some highs, some lows." She chuckled, "Speaking of, I actually invited one of the guys I've been seeing to come here."

"That's cool. Is he nice?" You questioned.

"Yeah, super sweet. And he plans to bring his best friend with him. So, if you wanna stick around and meet him, maybe you can start this new chapter sooner rather than later?" She suggested, beaming mischievously.

You shrugged, "Sounds good to me. Let's get a drink first though."

"Already ordered. Should be here... now." Jess smiled at the waitress, who placed down two drinks. "Thank you."

You raised your drink, "Cheers... to new beginnings."

"Cheers." She raised her glass, clinking it with yours. You both sipped on your drinks, nodding at the taste. Jess' phone buzzed on the table, she glanced down and beamed. "Oh, they're here."

You nodded, waiting uncomfortably. You weren't sure if you were really in the mood to meet these two new guys, but you figured you'd stay to finish your drink and then leave. No harm, no foul.

"Hey baby girl, how you doing?" A familiar voice spoke, walking up to Jess and embracing her.

You glanced up. Your stomach dropped and your heart sped up. This can't be happening.

"Hey Sam. This is my friend Y/N." Jess introduced.

"Hello, nice to meet you." Sam grinned, then pointed next to you. "And this is my friend Colby."

"Hi." Colby stated simply, locking eyes with you. His face was cold, with just a hint of a devilish glint.

You shuttered a breath, chest heavy. "There's no fucking way..."

"What? What's wrong?" Jess furrowed her brow.

"I-I, I can't do this. No. I absolutely won't do this." You slid out of your seat, shoving Colby and walking towards the bathrooms. You could hear them call after you, but you ignored them. You needed to leave, you knew that. But you wanted to just be away from them for a moment to get your bearings.

You stumbled into the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall. You took some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself. You were okay, you were in control, and there was no way that this was going to start up again. Sam and Colby were just fucking with you, once again, and you were not going to allow that to happen. You had the book, and so you-

FUCK, the book! The book was still on the table.... now with Sam and Colby.

You covered your face with your hands, muffling a scream of frustration. You grunted, pushing the stall door open and exiting the bathroom.

You stomped back into the bar, freezing the moment you did. The table was empty, Jess, the boys, and the book were nowhere to be found. There was, however, a small note on the table. You grabbed it, reading it quickly.

If you want to see the book again, come to the back of the bar.

- Sam and Colby

You spun on your heel, retracing your steps. You passed the bathrooms, continuing to walk down the hallway. You had been to this bar a couple times before, knowing that the back area was for special occasions, parties. As you drew closer to the room, you noticed the red lights illuminating the hallway and door. You swallowed hard, turning the knob and stepping into the room.

It was dark, and very hard to make out anything in it. You knew there were tables and chairs around, but you didn't see any from the little vision you had. You raised your hand, trying to feel around for a light switch or something. Suddenly, you felt a hand grab you, shoving you down onto a soft surface. You fought against their hold; pushing, shoving. But it didn't stop them from wrapping something tight around your wrists, pulling them away from your body. You cursed out whoever was touching you, kicking them hard. They had no reaction to you, just pushing your legs back down onto the surface.

The lights in the room turned on. You blinked rapidly, looking around quickly. You were on a bed, tied to the bedpost by your wrist. At the end of the bed stood Sam and Colby, smiling at you.

"Princess, so glad you could join us." Colby quipped.

Sam nodded, "We've missed you so much."

"Fuck you! What the hell is this shit for?" You yelled, shaking against your binds.

"You know, we could ask you the very same thing about..." Colby pulled the book out from behind his back, "This."

"Care to explain why you have this?" Sam asked innocently.

"Just gonna do some light reading." You sneered.

Colby rolled his eyes, "You don't really have room to play coy with us, Y/N. You might want to start explaining yourself."

"I have nothing to say to you." You spat.

"Is that so? Then I guess you're okay with this." Sam pulled out a silk cloth. You glared at him and the fabric, confused. He slid up the bed, taking the cloth and wrapping it around your head, covering your mouth. You tried to fight against him, but with your arms tied there wasn't much you could do besides rock your body side to side.

"As much as I love your little moans and whimpers, you not being able to talk gets me going just as much." Sam teased, his voice low in your ear.

You rolled your eyes and watched him slithered back down to the end of the bed.

"Now that we've got your complete attention, let's start. First off, princess, how dare you?" Colby scoffed. "We've done nothing but make your life better and this is the thanks we get? You, trying to get rid of us? Bad girl."

"Even though we haven't been around, we have been watching you. And we heard about your little plan to cut us loose. How exactly did you think that would play out for you?" Sam demanded.

Colby stepped closer, glaring down at you. "Do you remember what we said last time? You're ours. We own you. What about that screams 'I have a choice'?"

Sam leaned against the bedpost, "Well, she does have a choice. She just realistically won't make the one that actually sends us away."

"You're right, Sam. You know why? Because she enjoys this. Us. What we do to her." Colby chuckled darkly.

"Exactly. And God knows, if she saw us with someone else, she would lose her mind." Sam taunted.

You grunted against the gag, angrily.

"What was that sweetheart? You're gonna have to speak up." Colby sassed, his eyes cold.

You glared daggers at Colby, cursing him out loudly in your head.

"Ooh, harsh words from such a sweet girl." He slid his hand over his chest, "If I had a heart, it would be broken."

"I have one... It doesn't beat, though. But if it did, it would beat only for you." Sam fluttered his eyelashes at you jokingly.

"Always the romantic, Sam." Colby exhaled, "Anyway, how about we test out our theory? Would you do the honors?"

"Sure." Sam turned to the door, calling, "Jess! Come on out."

Colby narrowed his eyes, mumbling. "I could have yelled for her."

Jess stepped into the room, slowly walking over and standing in between Sam and Colby. Your heart sped up, gazing back and forth between her and them. Was she under their spell? Why was she not reacting?

He pointed between the two of them, "Do you wanna go first or-?"

Sam agreed, "You go ahead. I am the one that's been dating Jess."

"That's true. Jess?" She turned to Colby, her glassy eyes reflecting in the lights. "Start sucking his dick."

Jess nodded, dropping to her knees instantly and undoing Sam's pants. You gasped against the gag, looking away as best you could.

"No no, princess. You need to watch. This is your punishment, after all." Colby marched up to you, turning your head to them. His eyes snaked over your face, smirking. "If looks could kill… I'd be dead again. But anyway, keep looking at them."

Your eyes locked onto Jess and Sam, widening as you realized you couldn't look away.

"Happy Halloween, babe." He warned cockily, "Remember... I'm a lot stronger tonight. And so is Sam."

Jess' head bobbed up and down on Sam's cock, slurping and sucking noises falling from her lips. Sam's hands rested on the back of her head, keeping her rhythm steady. He grew harder and harder in her mouth with her actions. He rolled his head back in pleasure, humming low.

Seeing Sam's dick work itself in and out of her mouth turned you on. You hated admitting it, but it was true. Just the thought of their dicks alone made you wet.

"We told you if you tried to get rid of us, we would have to punish you. So, this is what you deserve. You only have yourself to blame." Colby hissed.

You wanted to roll your eyes, or glare, but they remained on Sam and Jess. You could feel your sex grow slick, your thighs pressing together.

"Oh no sweetheart, you gotta keep your legs apart." Colby grabbed your thighs, forcing them open. You shoved at him with your legs, doing your best to kick him.

"Fine, if you're gonna do that..." He pulled back, snapping his fingers. Suddenly your legs were chained to a bar that separated them from one another. You tried to shimmy your legs, but the bar clicked them further apart.

Colby smirked, "You might want to stop doing that. The more you move your legs, the farther apart they are gonna be. And I have a feeling you don't want to be full spread eagle. Now, I wouldn't be against it-"

"Me neither." Sam chimed in, moaning.

"Him either, but assumingly because of your attitude, you wouldn't like it," he snickered. "Look at me, princess."

You turned your head sharply towards him, your eyes fixating on him. He smiled calmly, looking over your face. "Such a pretty girl."

You cursed at your stomach as it flipped from his words. You hated his affect on you.

"You can say that all you want, Y/N. But you didn't seem to feel that way every. single. time. I've fucked you. That we've fucked you. Do you need a refresher?

Colby placed a single finger in between your breasts, and your mind became flooded with thoughts and memories of your time together with the boys. You could almost feel them inside of you, fucking your cunt roughly and bringing you to the brink of orgasm.

You panted against the gag, feeling pleasure rack your body all over. You shook against the bed, grinding your hips up into the air to relieve some tension, but to no avail. 

"Do you need some help there, baby?" Colby uttered, his face close to yours. 

Sam's voice strained as he fucked Jess' mouth. "Yeah, Colby. Help her out. Maybe she can come when I do."

"Oh, that sounds fun." Colby waved his hand in a figure eight, and you felt a device press itself on your clit. A low vibration began, and your eyes rolled slightly into your head.

"How's that feel, Y/N? Good? Bad? Do you need more?" The vibrations turned up higher, your thighs wanting to clench around the device. "Or less?"

You whined, trying to push yourself harder onto the vibrator. Colby hummed, watching you squirm.

“Watch Sam fuck Jess' mouth.” He commanded.

Your head turned to Sam, taking in everything. He was holding onto Jess' head much harder now, bucking his hips into her mouth quickly. He looked at you, winked, and fucked her mouth harder. Jess enthusiastically gagged, digging her nails into Sam's thighs.

The vibrator grew to a higher intensity, your legs shaking pleasurably. Your heart was ramping up faster and faster, your body starting to feel like it was just coming close to the edge. Part of was jealous of Jess, because all you wanted was Sam to be fucking you like that. Or Colby. Or both.

"If you honestly think you're gonna come right now, you're wrong." Colby whispered harshly in your ear, turning the vibrator down low.

You grunted, wanting to look at him. You fought against your binds, the bar for your legs separating farther.

"I told you to stop doing that, sweetie. Because now, I can turn this up," the vibrator pressed harder into your clit, going to max speed suddenly. "And now, it can get even closer to you and your aching clit."

Sam's eyes met yours, "Baby girl, I'm sorry he's so mean. I swear when I'm done with Jess, I'll make sure to treat you right."

"Remember Y/N, he's the weird one. Don't trust him." Colby taunted, turning the vibrator down again.

"Fuck, I'm getting close. You have such a good mouth, Jess." Sam commented hungrily.

Colby gasped, "How about this, Y/N? Let's play a game. I'll let you come if you admit how jealous you are of Jess."

"Are you jealous, plaything?" Sam cooed mockingly, still fucking Jess' mouth.

Colby turned your head to him, holding your chin in his hand. "Oh, very. Let's see if she'll admit it."

He tore the gag away, a loud breath immediately leaving your lips. "The floor is yours, princess."

You seethed, "Fuck. You."

Aww, she's just playing shy now. Why don't we see how she really feels?" Colby cranked the vibrator up to the max setting, the buzzing loud in your ears.

You whimpered helplessly, thrusting your hips against the toy. You couldn't help it; your clit was throbbing and your mind was fuzzy from watching Sam fuck another girl's mouth. And all you wanted was for one of them to touch you.

This was not how you thought this night would go.

Colby pressed his body closer to yours. You could feel the heat of him rolling off onto you. "Just say how you truly feel, and I'll make sure you come. Speak your mind."

"I'm getting real close-" Sam's hips sped up, his body glistening with sweat. "Fuuuuck! So you better make it quick, slut."

"Come on, Y/N. Tell us the truth. Say you're jealous. Say you want Sam to fuck your mouth like that. Do it!" Colby ordered.

You held your tongue defiantly, whining as it felt like the vibrator grew stronger and stronger against your dripping sex.

He cocked his head to the side, "You're really not gonna speak? Okay, then. Maybe we really have to pull it out of you."

Hands and fingers began touching you all over, caressing your body in the most sensitive places. You rutted against the vibrator, your body having a mind of it's own. You moaned loudly, surprised by the pleasure.

"That's it baby, I know you're getting close. Just say you want to be here, with my cock in your mouth, and you'll get to come." Sam growled, thrusting faster and faster.

You stuttered, your mouth barely able to form words, "F-Fuck, fine. I want your cock in my mouth."

"And what else, princess?" Colby egged on.

"I-I'm jealous of Jess. Please let me come and please fuck my mouth." You whimpered, biting your lip.

"God, your pleas are so pretty. Fuck, I'm gonna come!" Sam bucked his hips hastily, slamming repeatedly into Jess' mouth. She choked and gagged on his dick, taking it effortlessly. He came down her throat, letting out a breathy groan as he did. He slowed his hips, still holding her head in place.

"Do you wanna come, Y/N?" Colby whispered.

You panted, moving your hips faster against the toy. "Yes! Please!"

"I'm happy you're in a better mood now." Colby smiled, then his face dropped. "But no."

The vibration and hands disappeared, leaving your body trembling, "W-What?"

"No. You don't get to come. You have to do much better than that." He snapped his fingers, the binds holding you down disappearing. "Take your clothes off, get on your knees, and masturbate in front of us."

Your body followed Colby's words, dropping down hard. You ripped your clothes off your body desperately. The cool air hit your warm skin, causing your nipples to harden and your whole body to grow chills. Your fingers found your swollen clit, rubbing intensely. You stifled a cried, anger filling your veins as you looked up at Sam and Colby.

"You've done your job, Jess. You can go."

Jess nodded, slowly walking out of the room with tear stained cheeks and cum drooling out of her mouth.

You snarled at them, somehow able to speak while pleasuring yourself. "How dare you do that to her! You guys are fucking sick."

"First off, what the hell did you expect from a demon and a vampire? We're depraved. Sue us." Sam rolled his eyes, annoyed. "And secondly, she wasn't even real."

You narrowed your eyes, your breath quickening. "What? H-How?"

"Magic. It's Halloween baby." Sam chuckled, jumping towards you, "Boo!"

"Jess was really here at one point, but she left a long time ago. Hell, once she gave you the book, she was done. So, the rest has just been in your head." Colby explained.

Sam added proudly, "Made up by us, of course."

"Speaking of the book, let me just pull it back out." Colby flipped through it, skimming over the pages lazily. He sighed, "It sucks I can't read Latin."

Sam scoffed, "Aren't you a demon? Isn't that what you guys do?"

"You know, that is incredibly rude to say. How stereotypical of you to think that, Samuel." Colby frowned disappointedly, "I expected more from you."

"Sorry. I'll do better next time." Sam apologized.

You groaned huskily, trying to stop yourself from masturbating. But your hands kept moving. "Don't you guys get sick of hearing your own voice?!"

Sam shook his head. "No. Not really."

"Oh I'm sorry, princess." Colby's eyes turned black as he lowered himself to your face. His voice thundered off the walls of the room, "Did you expect us to be fucking nice when you got this book to fucking kill us?! You're lucky all we're doing is making you edge. There are lot worse things I could fucking do to you, but this is me playing nice."

Sam gaped, "That gave me chills."

"Shut up, Sam." You jeered.

Sam's eyes turned red, glaring at you. He yanked the book from Colby's hands, flipping open to a page, and tearing it out of the book.

Your voice croaked, "W-What are you doing?!"

"Punishing you. I don't know if that spell was important, but let's hope for your sake it wasn't." Sam retorted.

"Please, don't! I'm sorry! Fuuuck. I'll be a good girl." You whined helplessly.

He snapped, "I'm sure you will. Since that's the only way you're gonna come." 

You suddenly felt a vibrator press against your cunt again. A desperate wail ripped through you, sweat dripping down your back as your body grew hotter and hotter.

Colby cupped your face, making you look up at him and Sam. "Tell us the truth, Y/N. How did watching Sam fuck Jess make you feel?"

You felt your mouth speak, but you had no choice on what you were saying. The truth spilled out of you. "I-I hated it. Oh my God, I hated it! I wished it was me."

"And what about now? What do you want?" Sam asked teasingly.

You bounced on the vibrator, pushing yourself against it harder. "I want to come! I want you to fuck me! Please!! Fuck, please please. I just need to come so badly."

Colby leaned in, "Who do you belong to?"

"You!" You exclaimed.

Sam repeated, "Who do you belong to?"

"Y-You!" You looked at him, pleading.

"That's it baby. Get right to the edge, I know. I know you wanna come. Do it for me. Get right there, get right there!" Colby commanded, nodding as you did what you were told.

Your fingers rubbed faster and faster, the vibrator matching your speed. You panted and whimpered, feeling yourself get right to the edge. You knew any second now you were going to come. All you could think about was coming and having Sam and Colby fuck you.

Colby smiled, "Stop touching yourself."

Your hands dropped to your sides, the vibrator disappearing. Your eyes welled up, your body still shaking with ecstasy, ready to fall over the edge at any second. A strangled cry heaved in your chest, your eyes boring into Sam and Colby's.

"Don't look so sad, baby girl. We would never leave you unsatisfied." Sam rubbed your hair softly for a moment, "Get on the bed for us."

"Lay on your back. Keep your legs and head off the bed." Colby instructed.

You did as you were told, stumbling awkwardly to the bed again. You laid down, allowing your legs to dangle off one side and your head on the other. Colby was suddenly at your feet, naked and spreading your legs wide. You felt the bar back again, keeping your legs locked and apart. He took the bar and put it around his neck, keeping your legs up. Your feet rested on his shoulder as he gazed down at your soaked pussy.

"It pains me to torture you like this, princess. Do you know how hard you've made me?" He groaned, stroking himself, "My cock has just been dying to bury itself inside you. Exactly where it belongs."

"Hi, toy. You ready for me to use your throat? That's what you wanted, right?" Sam appeared above you, his shaft dangling just above your mouth.

You nodded, unable to form words with how horny you were.

They both filled you up at the same time, not even giving you a warning. They groaned in unison, your moans muffled by Sam's cock deep within your throat. They stilled their hips, pushing all the way to the hilt until they couldn't no more.

Colby sighed happily, "The best days of my life are when I'm inside of you, Y/N. Your cunt is like heaven."

"I don't know which one is better, her mouth or her pussy. But either way, I love them both." Sam keened. 

Colby chuckled darkly, "That's all you are to us, you know. Just two holes. For us to use."

"What did she say we had? A free use situationship? That sounds about right." Sam laughed.

"And you wouldn't want it any other way. You love being used. You love how we take whatever we want from you." Their hips were matching each other in tandem, thrusting into you at a slow pace.

Sam continued, shooting back. "You were literally on the floor, begging us to let you come. And now your cunt and mouth are filled with our cocks. What a fucking slut.

Colby gasped breathlessly, "Fuck, you tightened around me when he said that. Is that what you are, princess? A slut?"

Sam mocked, tsking. "I thought you wanted to be a good girl."

"Good girls don't get used like this. Good girls don't try to get rid of their fuck buddies." Colby cursed.

"Good girls don't have fuck buddies. Good girls have boyfriends that love and cherish them." Sam snickered.

"Maybe we do feel that way for you, baby. We just have such." Colby bucked his hips into your hard once, "a funny." Twice. "way." Thrice. "of showing it."

"We do love you baby girl. We care about you so much. Which is why you can't be with anyone else. Who else is gonna treat you this good?" Sam moved his cock a bit deeper, making you choke.

"Exactly. Who else is gonna make you come like this?" Colby breathed, smirking.

Suddenly an orgasm rocked through you. You gagged on Sam's cock, unable to stop yourself from thrust back and forth on their cocks. You bucked wantonly, gripping the bed sheet as your legs shook against Colby.

Sam was in awe, "There's our plaything! God, having you choke on my cock makes me wanna come again."

Colby smiled lazily, "She's been so good for us. How about you give us another orgasm baby?"

Another orgasm hit you just as the last one started to fade. You shuttered against Colby's shaft, shaking intensely. You whined around Sam, white knuckling the bed.

"There you go. I know how badly you wanted to come, princess. You squeezed my cock so tightly then. You just want to milk me dry, don't you?" Colby spoke in a needy tone.

Sam buried himself in your throat, "How about another, just because?"

Once more, you erupted in euphoria. Your thighs trembled and your eyes blurred with tears as you cried out in pain and pleasure. Your mind went blank, seeing stars as you rode out your high. 

The boys laughed, still thrusting into you, but now a bit faster. "Oh Sam, that was mean. She didn't deserve that."

"I thought she said she wanted to come. I'm just granting her wish." Sam sang teasingly.

"That's true. How about... Colby hummed, plunging all the way into your sex, "one more for good measure?"

Your cunt exploded in yet another climax. Your come leaked down your inner thighs, soaking you and the bed. Your back arched and your hands clung onto Sam's hands, needing something to ground you. You could barely think, the pleasure too much for you.

"I think you've had your fun, babe. It's time for us to have ours." Colby spat.

Sam and Colby sped up their thrusts, your body at their whim. Colby drove his sex into yours, the sounds of your wet cunt sending a shiver up your spine. Sam cupped your throat with his hand as he bucked his cock into you. Your jaw had grown slack, allowing him more access to your mouth and throat.

You laid still on the bed, letting the men use you. You felt dazed in the best way. Your body trembled with lust, your skin feeling cool in the hot air of the room. Maybe you were wrong about getting rid of the boys. How could you think of getting rid of them when they were able to make you feel this amazing?

Colby ran his hands up and down your legs, squeezing your thighs tightly. "God baby, I just love how tight you are. Fuck, you are taking my cock so well. You know what? I forgive you for your attitude earlier. Clearly you just needed a good fucking from us."

Sam moaned, "Just needed to be reminded who owns you."

"That's right. You're ours, princess. And we're yours. We'd never want to fuck someone other than you. You're all we want. And we're all you want, yeah?" Colby questioned, his voice hoarse.

You nodded, blinking rapidly from the tears clouding your vision as Sam continued pounding into your throat, gagging you.

Colby's eyes darkened as he glared at you. "Next time though, we won't be nice. You'll really learn the meaning of free use, you understand me?"

Sam grunted huskily, "God, don't tempt me. I would love to use you freely."

Colby leaned forward, uttering, "I told you he was a freak."

"As if you wouldn't too." Sam argued breathlessly. "Are you getting close, sweetie? Do you wanna come again?"

You groaned around Sam's dick, bobbing your head.

Sam gave a smug smile to Colby, picking up his pace. "I think that's a yes."

"Well, you're just gonna have to wait, princess. I want you to come with us." Colby matched his pace, plowing into you.

Sam whined, "I want to come in her pussy this time."

"So do I." Colby halted, "How about I come in her first and you come in her afterwards?"

Sam nodded eagerly. "Sounds amazing. You won't mind, right baby girl?"

You didn't say anything, just kept bouncing and sucking on their cocks. You were so mindless you barely understood them anymore. All you knew is that you wanted their cum inside you soon. That's all you could think about.

Colby cooed, grinning lustfully. "Aww, we mindfucked her. She has nothing going on up there."

"That's perfect. I love a girl so cummed out of her mind she doesn't know how to even speak." Sam growled, smirking.

"She’s basically a sex doll for us. No thoughts, just a set of wet holes for us to use and come in. God, you're so fucking sexy, princess." Colby's hips moved faster, his body shaking yours with each thrust.

Sam kept his cock inside of your mouth, "You getting close, Colby?"

"Fuuuck, yes. Her cunt is gripping my cock. Jesus Christ you feel so fucking good baby." Colby pounded your pussy desperately, his hands gripping your legs.

"That's it, Y/N. Milk his cock. Make him come." Sam bossed.

"I'm gonna fucking breed you, princess. You love when I do that. A-And you're gonna come when I do." Colby sped up his thrusts, jackhammering into you. He picked your hips up off the bed, hitting you even deeper. He shouted passionately, "Fuck I'm right there! F-Fuck! Come for me!"

You shattered, choking out a filthy mewl around Sam's member. Your hips met Colby's with each of his thrusts. He plunged into you a final time, spilling all of his seed deep within you. You felt your cunt fill with his load, throbbing around him intensely. His groans grew quiet, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

Colby caught his breath, exhaling deeply. "You're such a good girl for us. And now, you're gonna take Sam's come."

He pulled out, your pussy feeling empty and used. But then it was filled up once more, now with Sam. You gasped huskily, your throat sore from his round on it. You glanced down at Sam as he began pounding into you.

Colby rubbed your face sweetly, wiping the drool off of the corners of your mouth. "Open up, princess. I need somewhere to rest my cock until he comes."

You popped your mouth open, taking Colby's semi-hard dick and letting it fill you up. You were used to having something there now, and you were happy to have it be Colby's.

"Do you like tasting yourself on my cock, slut?" Colby commented.

You hummed, agreeing mindlessly. Sam started slamming himself into you, your body shaking with each deep thrust. Your cunt gushed around him, wet from your and Colby's cum.

"Holy shit, you feel amazing baby girl! Fuck I'm getting so close. When I come, you come too!" Sam howled, bucking wildly.

Colby reached over, rubbing your clit in time with Sam's thrusts. "Just one more time, Y/N. Give us everything you got. Be a good girl for us."

Sam's eyes flashed red, his fangs appearing. "God damn - yes! Milk my cock, Y/N. Take every drop of my fucking cum and come with me!"

The ecstasy you felt was unlike anything you every experienced before. Your vision went white, unable to see or hear anything. You rutted up to meet Sam's thrusts, your body moving purely on instinct. You no longer had even an ounce of control over your body. You felt your throat vibrate with gurgled screams and cries. You soaked his dick and sucked on Colby's, your body rag dolling against the bed.

"So good for us. You did so well, angel." Colby murmured.

Sam breathed, staring at you sweetly. "You're so pretty when you come. Our pretty girl. You can rest now"

Your eyes fluttered, your body exhausting beyond repair. You closed your eyes, passing out instantly.

When you finally awoke, your body was sore from your wrists to your ankles. You were back in your room, but you knew that that wasn't a dream. As you sat up in bed, an object on the floor stood out to you.

The book. It was here, in your house. And away from Sam and Colby.

You jumped out of bed, grabbing it. You looked it over, flipping through the pages. The piece that Sam tore out must have been back in as the book was intact.

You nodded to yourself, knowing what you had to do next.

Time to get rid of Sam and Colby.

<< Part 4 ||

[evera-era]

heal me. (pt 3)

ellie williams x f!reader pt 1, pt 2

warnings: nervous/cutesy ellie, fluff, yearning, eventual kissing !!

a/n: no mentions of medic stuff this time bc i wanted reader to enjoy life outside of that. also i’m sorry for putting this off, i just wasn’t sure how i felt ab it </3 but here’s the final part !!

“Wow… you really do have the whole collection.” You murmur, lightly grazing your fingertips over the spines of Ellie’s comics.

It was the first time you had been to her house. Well… garage. She wasn’t exactly proud of it either, but it was homely.

“Pretty cool, huh?” She says, watching you. “I’ve probably read it about a dozen times already.”

You smiled, turning and looking at her over your shoulder. She shifts on her bed.

“Didn’t know you were a geek.”

“A- A geek?” She stutters, raising her eyebrows. “Wow, okay. Ouch.”

You both laughed, and you bit down on your lip. “It’s not a bad thing. Geeks are cute.”

You turned to look back at her bookshelf as Ellie’s face flushes. She knew you were flirting with her — it was obvious you were flirting with her — but she didn’t know what to do next.

“Mind if I read the second one while I’m here?” You ask, pulling the sandwiched comic out of its spot.

“Go for it,” She says, pulling her converse off her feet. “You can come sit over here. I mean — if, if you want.”

You grinned, spinning on your heel before plopping yourself on her bed. It was soft, and surprisingly comfy.

“Hey, this isn’t fair.”

“What?” She says, eyes widening.

“Your bed. It’s so nice,” You comment, looking up at her. “How do you just casually have the best bed, like, ever?”

The redhead laughs. “That’s a bit of an exaggeration.”

“I’m not even kidding,” You sigh. “God. I could sleep here forever.”

As you turn the page and begin reading, Ellie can’t help but look over at you. You were inches away from her, on her bed, in her bedroom. And you said you wanted to sleep next to her. It felt surreal.

She swears she could probably die happy right about now.

About ten minutes pass, and Ellie clears her throat. “So, uh, how are you liking it so far?”

“It’s really good,” You say, still holding the book up. “I think I could get into this series… if you’ll let me, of course.”

“Y-Yeah,” She says quickly. “Yeah, of course. Uh, whenever you want.”

You smiled gently before looking over at her.

“Hey, Ellie?”

“Uh-huh?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” You ask. “Or… boyfriend? Sorry. Should’ve asked.”

Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. “G-Girlfriend. And uh, no, not currently.”

“So you’re seeing someone?” You question.

“No— No, sorry. I meant… that I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh.” You say simply, before returning to the comic. Her head swarms as she tries to figure out your intentions.

Was that was your way of telling her you liked her? Shit, or were you just being friendly? She couldn’t tell. She didn’t wanna read into it wrong.

A few more minutes pass as she looks down at you. “Um… and you?”

“Huh?” You say, looking up from the book. “Me?”

“Y-Yeah. Do… you have someone?”

“No,” You say. “I’d be surprised if anyone even liked me. I mean… I’m not all that. But you? You get to go on patrol and look all badass and stuff.”

Ellie blushes, looking down at the ground. “You— you look good, too. Better. I meant… better.”

She wants to kick herself. Why does she sound so stupid when she wants to flirt back?

Nonetheless, you took the compliment with a smile. “Thanks, Ellie.”

Ellie gives a thin-lipped smile, desperately hoping she was better at putting her thoughts into words. And that she wasn’t a total dork.

The two of you had spent the next few hours in her room. The sun slowly began to lower in the sky, painting her window blinds a pale shade of gray. You had gone through two comics at most, as you had spent half of your time speaking to her instead of actually reading.

“Alright,” You nudged her knee. “It’s your turn to tell me a story.”

“Alright, alright.” She pauses. “I have a good one. It’s about my friend Jesse.”

“Okay. Shoot,” You reply, looking up at her.

You realized that you enjoyed watching her. More than anyone you had ever met.

There was a sparkle she got in her eyes when she was excited about something, and her nose would scrunch whenever she described something she didn’t like. It was cute and adorable and god, you wanted more of her.

“…And so while me and Dina were sledding, he slips and absolutely busts his ass.” At this point, Ellie’s smiling, making grand hand gestures as she explains.

“I’m talkin’ full on, face first into the fucking snow! It was hilarious, and—“

She notices your staring, and immediately clears her throat. “Uh... are— are you okay?”

“Yeah,” You say, pushing yourself up from the position you were laying in. You scoot closer, so you’re hovering over her face.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, looking into her eyes. When you’re met with silence, you close your eyes, mentally scolding yourself.

“Sorry… was that awkward?” You cover your face with your hands. “That was awkward, wasn’t it? N-Nevermind. I swear I was listening—“

For a moment, you were worried that maybe you had come on too strong. That just as you began to make a new friend, you had pushed her away, in a rather embarrassing manner. But your fears dissipate when you feel the warmth of her hands on yours.

She peels your hands away from your face, holding them gently. Her fingers were nimble, and rather coarse, but her touch is near electrifying.

“Please,” She whispers, barely audible. And before you have the chance to lean in, her lips have already hit yours.

Ellie’s kiss is desperate; it was something she had been wanting to do since she had first met you. And inside, she’s ecstatic, because she never thought you’d ask her to.

Her lips are warm, and encompassing, and her breath is shallow against your face. She goes slowly as to burn this memory into her brain.

When the two of you pull away, it’s quiet. You were worried if maybe you had changed the dynamic too quickly, but then she speaks.

“I… I really wanted that.” She says softly. You smile, nodding.

“Yeah. Me too.”

You turn your head away in an attempt to ease the fluttering in your chest. Ellie’s eyes are still on you, and she reaches out to brush a stray piece of hair away from your neck.

Your eyes land on the comic cover, and you laugh halfheartedly.

“I, um, barely finished it.” You utter. “The book.”

“Oh,” She says, raising her brows. “You… you can take some more with you, if you want. So you can read them.”

You shrug, looking back over at her.

“Or maybe I can just come back over here.” You add. “So I can read them with you?”

Ellie’s heart skips a beat, and she quickly nods. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s— great.”

You got up from her bed, putting the comics back. When you turn around, you press your lips together, looking off to the side.

“One condition, though.”

“Hm?” She says, looking back over at you.

“I come over as your girlfriend… not your friend.” You say shyly. “It’s my only rule.”

Ellie grins, standing up from the bed as well. She approaches you slowly.

“Well… you’re leaving as my girlfriend… aren’t you?”

“Am I?” You smile coyly, putting your arms around her neck. “This your way of asking me out?”

Ellie nods, face flushed. She thought it was cute, and a little funny, that you had casually assumed she went around kissing people she wasn’t into. She considered herself way too much of a loser to accomplish something like that.

You giggle a bit.

“Okay, then. Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Her girlfriend. Her girl. Ellie can’t help but feel fuzzy at the thought of it.

It sounded good — it sounded right, rolling off of your tongue. She truly couldn’t wait to have you around her arm, walking with you around town.

Ellie doesn’t say anything else, merely smiles bashfully as you lean in to kiss her again.

And even though she couldn’t be sure of the future, she’s sure that in this moment, she wouldn’t wanna be with anyone else besides you.

[starzblvd]

Hang on to Your Love

Feelings kept secret can’t stay a secret forever when other people get in the way. Fem!reader Jealous!Ellie Jackson!Ellie hint of loser!ellie purefluff CW!creep ass man makes a short appearance 5k W.C AN; Originally this was going to be a short cute story but I really wanted to give with this one, because I LOVE fall. Really sorry for being gone so long, I got a bad haircut and I swear some negative energy was clinging onto me, so it made me insane for a bit. I move on so I’m better and thriving again now though💕

Autumn was in its early days still beginning to settle into Jackson, the cooler evenings accompanied by the refreshing winds that brushed over your skin. The perfect season for a dance to be sprung onto. Flyers hung around town, you’d seen it was set outside at 7:00 a little while after the sun set four days from now. It wasn’t necessary for you to arrive with a partner for the dance, but if given the chance you already knew the perfect candidate to fill the position in mind.

Initially you wouldn’t take her to come around to these sort of events. Come to change, a few days earlier you’d coincidentally happen to over hear Ellie’s conversation with Jesse and Dina outside the Tipsy Bison. Heavy reminiscence on her last comment about the Autumn dance,

“Just because she’d be there, it won’t change anything, not interested in going. Most we’ve talked is a few passing ‘hey’s’.”

It was disheartening to hear her talk about some girl you didn’t know,

Small pieces of her life that you were able to get a glimpse of, made being around her all the less intimidating. How enamored the high skies of space Ellie was, the type of video games she’d bring back, or even the clothes she dressed in. There wasn’t much to go off of when you’ve hurt to have a complete conversation with Ellie.

Regardless Ellie was right even if it wasn’t about you, most spoken words between you weren’t much nor meaningful. If it was anyone besides Ellie you wouldn’t be mulling over so long if you should bite the bullet and ask her out. To you she was everything you’d wished for, having feelings this intense was nauseatingly tiresome. With each day that flew away sleeping on the idea of taking action to get to know Ellie, felt like opportunity slipping away just as time is. You couldn’t expect her to stay single for long, she’s dated previously what’s stopping her now?

”You and Ellie are partners this time round, good with that?”

Maria thought it’d be good to group you with a girl that knew what she was doing while doing it exceptionally well. Expect you’d hate to be such a crutch to Ellie because of the delayed training you missed out on, of sheer fear that stemmed from being sheltered too long.

”yeah, no problem.”

There wasn’t anything to have a problem with if you’d just excuse your need for Ellie. Up to this point she didn’t completely disregard your existence, small occurrences like holding out the door open made you believe she’d think of you in the slightest, enough to be polite to.

The thought of spending time with Ellie alone even with the circumstances outside of Jackson’s security was exciting to look forward to. Preselecting topics and materials to make small talk with, patrol isn’t an ideal time to get to know someone better but you’ll take what you can get in these circumstances.

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Brightly in a red marker ink circle enclosed the date of the patrol date with Ellie on the calendar pinned above your nightstand, marked day being today. Dressing up particularly cute wouldn’t do good in terms of practicality, but you had other reasons for dressing so. You weren’t naive of the terrors waiting, lurking, outside of Jackson’s walls just as anyone else was. Your choice of outfit for today were bootcut jeans with ribbons shaped into dainty bows tied to the belt loops. A ribbed long sleeved top in a solid color of brown, the bottom of the sleeves were flared out while the rest of the shirt stayed close in a snug fit.

Maybe you had arrived earlier than settled on, surely, because Ellie was starting to become a no show. Perked up right besides the stables doorframe, facing towards the inside, counting the minutes go by. Dina’s distant voice broke the fluid count of time you’d been mentally ticking by. Anyone would’ve been able to tell she was being so quiet intentionally with her hushed tone while speaking to someone else. You weren’t meant to hear her nor the words of advice she was aiding, but you couldn’t help being a standby could you?

“She’s been waiting for you in there for a while now! Seriously, you can’t stall any longer without being suspicious.” Dina knew exactly what this was about, Ellie’s whole unwillingness to go out on patrol with you was painfully obviously.

“I know I know, but I just need a bit longer and I’ll get right to-“ hearing the detest Ellie was expressing felt disappointing in a way that made your heart ache.

“No, Ellie. Go over there already, standing over here isn’t going to change anything.”

Ellie’s sigh was louder than their entire conversation. Then the words you were hearing so clearly became tedious whispers that had you leaning closer to decipher, with no luck as to knowing which one was speaking.

They couldn’t possibly know you were listening in, right?

Calm anticipation couldn’t overcome the hurdle of sudden nervousness when footsteps became closer. Thing was, you knew Ellie’s footsteps and the approaching steps didn’t belong to her. You’d turned back to face outside though not to Ellie, but to Dina’s consoling face.

”Ellie’s caught something and she’s stuck sick at home right now,”

it was all crap, every single word. Seeming so against you that she couldn’t stand having to go on patrol with you, Ellie lied about sickness as a get a way. Standing there silently to question every short moment you’ve encountered her, trying to recount if you did or said something wrong to ward her off so strongly.

“Oh well, that’s okay. Tell her I said to get better soon.”

You didn’t mean the condolence, the small smile you responded Dina with didn’t help in hiding that fact. Especially not when Ellie was probably snug inside by now spending her new found time freely, relived of being able to opt out so suddenly. This was by far the most embarrassing stand up you’ve been able to experience, as much as you didn’t want to be affected by her flakiness it irked you just as much if not more in efforts of trying to shrug it off.

Dina nodded and excused herself first, at least she was aware how childish Ellie was handling the situation. At times like these it was so easy to be jealous of Dina, how close her bond with Ellie was. Being able to spend time with Ellie by watching movies or just having her as company were few of those reasons. Though you were never mad at her for it. More so at yourself for letting your feelings keep you from making any move.

When Dina was out of view from where you stood, you followed out feeling defeated. The marked calendar felt like such a foolish thing to do, how excited you became when you could tick off another day, getting closer to the patrol.

It was debatable if the walk back home to the mess that was an outcome of frantically scrambling to figure out your outfit, or waiting so excited like a hopeless lovesick fool was more embarrassing. Had you kept to your own business you would’ve been able to cope in ignorant bliss, unaware of Ellie’s determination to avoid you. Crushing any unfortunate leaf that happened to be in your way on the ground with heavy steps was the best you could do to express how upset this made you.

Of course she had no obligation to happily spend her time with you, but the extent of Ellie’s actions was doing more than enough to prove her dislike. Reflecting just on today, it was evident you’d have to settle for a new dance partner.

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Ellie groaned into her pillow when she heard extensive loud knocking, already knowing who it was and why it was for. You were right about Ellie being snug inside, leisurely painting on the floor beside the short coffee table, using the time she was meant to be with you to practice a hobby.

If it was possible, Ellie would have prolonged opening the door to her garage room to escape Dina going off on her. She rubbed her eyes using her thumb and index finger, this was punishment for not dealing with you today, rather she’d have to deal with Dina’s confrontational lecture. Right upon unlocking the door Dina began,

“Seriously Ellie, what’s gotten into you.” She’d allowed herself inside, taking her designated spot on the couch. Looking down onto the table, there sprawled out next to different paints in jars and a messy paint pallet was a painting Ellie was spending careful time to finish. It looked more detailed than any of her previous paintings, paint strokes still wet from recent application creating the girl on the canvas.

“Hey I dodged a bullet by doing that, I wouldn’t have been able to put in all my concentration,” now it was Ellie’s turn to be embarrassed.

Her skills were truly ones to be boasted about, but faltered the moment she was stuck partnered on patrol with a pretty girl. The girl she’s kept her eyes on from the first day of her arrival.

Of course Ellie made a distinct entry that day, made sure to not leave any detail out about your appearance or the way you’d greet others that day, including her. Describing just how sweet everything about you was, so sweet it distracted from what you told her, she’d failed to listen to the first words between you two.

Now it was acting all tough until the moment Ellie’s emotions become overwhelming, clouding both her judgment and competence. She knew exactly what she felt, but tried with everything to disregard it all because of the fear that rejection would hurt much more sourly than never confessing at all.

”Don’t start now, she looked hurt when I broke it to her that you’d called out sick.”

“Maybe she was looking forward to exploring around or something-“

“No Ellie, she was excited to see you.”

The sheer question if you looked at her back with the same feelings sent Ellie over the edge. She kicked up her foot, cracking the knuckles of her fingers one by one. How much time has passed and your relationship with Ellie hasn’t progressed at all? She’d be lucky to even call it a relationship, small talk was a hard thing since the first years of you being in Jackson.

”yeah well, you don’t know that for sure.”

Ellie slumped her back onto the bed looking up at the wooden ceiling, the position she should’ve been if she was truly sick. Dina couldn’t bother to deal with Ellie’s stubbornness when the topic was you specifically. Because she knew Ellie was almost helpless when it came to you.

Exhausted from the topic of you by how much denial and stubbornness it’d be met with, Dina propped herself up from the couch before looking over at Ellie, spitefully replying to her small attitude,

“Oh I think I know, at least come by the dance go say hi.”

Upon Dina walking out and shutting the door Ellie kept her spot, the stunt she just pulled probably set her way back in means of getting more familiar with you. Letting out a low groan again, it was hard to decide to show up. Seeing you would only have her ridden with guilt. Ellie didn’t know to believe Dina’s beliefs or not. She was hopeful, but failed to be certain.

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Staring straight forward into your own reflection in the vanity was where your mind couldn’t rest on the long debate that was if going to the dance was still a good idea. Held up in knots going over each pro and con there could’ve possibly been, you’d already spent the time perfecting the look for tonight. Only to feel hesitant, and it was all Ellie’s fault. The few days after the incident, it was completely insufferable to face or hear any news about Ellie. Each time it would only make the feelings of embarrassment mixed with bitter defeat resurface.

“She shouldn’t be showing up anyways.”

Is what got you to settle on going out with the prerogative to have a little fun, determined to not let your crushed feelings take away from a good time. After all the wait for the dance it would be a spoil of time to stay in.

Because the party was outside people were more sprawled out, making it harder to see every single person attending. High hanging warm lights were strung from building to building in a zigzag pattern, they illuminated the incoming night that was creeping up. A table took space in the middle in front of everything, each spot of the table being covered with some sort of food or drink, leaned up on it’s ledges was Jesse and Dina talking to Joel.

Joel looked rough on the exterior with the way he would carry himself, but truly was a kind type at heart. You’d only gotten a few chances to chat with him, a little less than with Ellie. He’d only remind you of Ellie with how close they are, so you set it in your mind to clearly stay away from all three of them for the rest of the night.

A few speakers were synced together playing Sades Hang on to your love, just standing there cemented lost and doe eyed would do you no good. Staying home inside the comfort of your room would have been preferable, thinking maybe it would’ve looked a bit awkward to dance alone. Maybe you could ask one of the girls there you were friends with, amidst the cloud of thought a man invitingly lent out a hand. You’d seen him around a few times, wearing dark navy jeans and a black sueded cowboy hat, you accepted thinking you had nothing to lose.

In heaven’s name, why are you walking away?

Dancing with him was purely for fun, no strings attached to you, but for him, his eyes spoke that he was in it for something. Letting his hands cling to the sleeves of your shirt, his touch was a little irritating. Already starting to regret your choice to agree to dance, more specifically with a man. You tried to disregard the slight discomfort and continued to move along with his moves to at least entertain yourself by dancing. By now, the man’s hands on your arms begun steering you right to the center of the dance floor, which essentially was just an open dirt plot right in-front a certain table.

Hang on to your love

In a few footsteps he’d successfully made it close to unbearable for you to dance along now that you’ve made it to the prime viewing spot for everyone in the surrounding crowd. Uncomfortable with both his handling and everyones eyes set on the show he was making out of this. Of course in that crowd she had to be stood against there to that table, in those jeans that were starting to scuff from continued wear and fading flannel. Using quick stolen glimpses to catch the sight of Ellie when he’d spun you round.

In heaven’s name, why do you plays these games?

It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide how distressed you were. Urgently wanting to escape only to bolt it back to your home. You were heating up because you knew by now, Ellie had been staring directly at you, visibly displaying exactly how unhappy she was with the situation. Crossed arms and legs, eyebrows dipping into a slight angry arch. Ellie was whispering something over to her right hand man, Jesse.

“Out of everyone here, why are they dance partners? It’s not like they know each other.”

“And you know that how?”

Ellie’s appearance at the dance was meant to solely be a quick passing, is what she swore to herself at least. Getting caught up in being witness to whatever you were found doing with that man had sidetracked her. Ellie knew from his stares he had intentions outside of having fun, nothing could be lead to coincidence with him especially. Ellie was aware of his reputation of going through plenty of women in short periods of time, immediately latching onto someone new after the last.

“Doesn’t matter, either way I can’t stop her.”

“How about getting over there and steal her back, or are you still hung up?”

Take your time if the going gets rough

The grip he had on you got tighter, he tried pressing his body further to yours by making a his hand placement lower to your hips. Every move he continued to act on making you all the more irritated. None of this is what you wanted, and Ellie’s stare only added fuel to fire. She didn’t want to go out on patrol together with you the previous day, why is she out of all people dishing out the judgmental looks?

so if you want it to get stronger you’d better no let go

“Your guess is as good as mine, I just can’t, be near her like that.”

For every thing Ellie wished she could do and say, is another longing stare of hers that graced you. Blaming the fear to approach you on the nausea effect that didn’t budge no matter what you tended to have on her.

“you’re not getting anywhere staring all crazy at her.”

Eventually the man had noticed how absent minded from the situation you were in, with your eyes glued straight past him clasped in his arms. Speaking up for the first time, some sparse voice pulled you back into the moment.

“Who’s got you distracted huh?”

hold tight, don’t fight

“Nothing, I was just zoning out a bit.”

He didn’t buy it, he reclined his torso back and away, allowing for an easier spin on his heel to see who had you so entranced just now.

”Oh come on not that dyke that came from wherever with her old man.”

Instantly he let go away, recoiling away immediately. His face had contorted into a disgusted expression directed at the both of you, Ellie for knowing and being Ellie and you for simply looking at Ellie.

“Men can’t get no breaks in this world.” A thick mouthful of saliva was spat onto the dirt next to your feet leaving from the center having you deserted there alone. A few surrounding people looked shocked looked at what had unraveled there while others looked away.

Hang on to your love

Ellie stayed put in her same spot, deciding it was better now or never to take your chances. Possessing feelings that felt too similar to love, only to hush and silence them away each night wasn’t getting any easier. Ellie’s eyes darted away the moment she saw you beginning to walk right over to her.

in heaven’s name, why are you walking away?

”Why didn’t you show up to patrol with me that day? I know you weren’t sick so don’t even use that excuse.”

Confrontation wasn’t your usual way of dealing with things, but the time spent conflicted as to feel about Ellie wore on you. One day you were swearing there was a chance for things to be mutual, only to change your mind the next.

“I don’t know where you’re getting at because I was sick.” To Ellie it was clear now that you heard everything she told Dina outside the stable.

“I heard you outside whispering you know, honestly Ellie what do you have against me?”

“Nothing! Look I did ask for her to cover for me, but it’s only cause I had something to do at home.” She slid her thumbs to hang out from the front pockets changing her stance to loosen.

”what we’re you so busy with?” You didn’t mean to come off as stern as you did, from then on Ellie started to sound less confident with each word that would come out her mouth.

”Something back in my room, it’s noth-“

“Let’s go see it then.”

Right then you start walking straight to her room, picking up your pace when Ellie called out your name behind you. You knew where she stayed at, catching her with Dina and Jesse walking in and out of the small shed that sat off to the left of the main house on a few occasions. Initially she didn’t believe you were serious, so she waited a while longer before starting to walk as well. Ellie caught up quickly but you were faster, sprinting closer to the door illuminated by the hanging light besides it.

Once you’d got ahold of the doorknob it easily opened to your luck, it was typical in Jackson to leave doors open because how people trusted one another as a community. Immediately you slammed the door shut upon putting two steps inside to Ellie’s room. With a quick click it had been locked to make sure she stayed out while you got to the bottom of this.

On the other side Ellie banged on the door with her whole palm repeatedly,

“Hey get the hell out!”

“I’m trying to see what was so important you had to ditch me and not tell me anything about it.”

”I’m sorry okay? I promise next time I won’t run out on you like that.”

She was basically pleading by now aware that you had the upper hand, you had every power to leisurely look through her whole life that was stored in her room. Standing there felt childish now that you’d caught your breath leaving you time to reflect what happened and what you did. Ellie ran over to the side of the shed to where the windows were, she put her hands up to the glass scanning the room for you,

“if you let me in now I’ll show you, I swear.”

She sounded sincere in her soft tone, rummaging Ellies room wouldn’t be right regardless how upset you were so you nodded and unlocked the door for her. Moving aside to give her space to walk in. Mumbling getting through she spoke again,

“Let me go grab it, it’s over by the coffee table.”

Now that everything calmed you could properly look around to see how Ellie’s room looked. The type of posters hung from the walls, above an unmade bed a cork board pinned photos of her friends and drawings adorned it. It was a little confusing why Ellie wasn’t mad or screaming for you to get out. It was pretty quiet in the small room, only a small faint strain of music from the party was keeping it from dead silence. The air was thick, closing in on the both of you.

“I would’ve showed you it if you asked without having to lock me out you know.” Ellie was still turned away from you, holding onto a medium sized board that she picked up from the rug. A few paintbrushes were drying on a towel next to the glass jar of murky grey water.

“No you wouldn’t,” lightheartedly you laughed trying to ease your nerves that arose from being alone with her away from anyone else.

“yeah,” returning a small laugh she turned to you, time felt slow in this moment as if everything itself was prolonged outside the rules of time with Ellie’s footsteps slowly approaching. Her laughter alleviated some of the tension the air carried.

Ellie didn’t say anything at first, she let you see what turned out to be canvas with you painted sitting down reading a book, propping your head up with your left arm on your knee with the book tucked into your lap. Never would have you guessed Ellie taken long enough to look at you long enough to get the amount of details she’d painted so perfectly. That’s exactly what you’d describe the painting her hands created, perfect.

“Ellie..” Lost in the soft colors that were painted into you, you were for certain on how you felt about Ellie.

With lack of response she was quick to defensively speak up, “You just looked like a good reference, I wasn’t trying to be creepy or anything-“

“it’s beautiful,”

You were unsure what to say or even do, Ellie stood there looking back at you under your jurisdiction continuing to wait on you. She’d hate to admit what she was so scared about your reaction or rejection, because it was only then that the feelings would sink to only decay inside the pit of her stomach to linger. “Thanks,” Ellie’s composure was gone, visible by how nervous her smile looked. Considering how she took the effort to paint you, it was time to do something that had been long overdue. Putting down the painting to lean on itself against the wall freeing your hands, you find them a new place on Ellie’s shoulders. Slightly towering above you with her height, being able to see her up close in such a tender hold felt like a sweet of blessing.

”When I saw you for the first time I knew it was going to be you, and it has been since then.”

Ellie’s eyebrows cinched together in confusion unaware of the weight your words held.

”it’s been only you, nobody else has ever came close, because I like you the most.”

Ellies lips gapped open ready to let out to spill her unspoken words upon fully processing what you meant. She had wished to tell you that accumulated over time, except they only came out in silence.

Hearing your confession to her, was her own sweetest blessing. Instead of staying silent any longer Ellie let her actions talk for her, plunging right into a kiss. The muscles in her lips kneaded at your own desperately like to makeup for every kiss that was missed in the time that you could’ve spent together before today. Each passing day she could’ve only yearned to feel you as intimately as tonight. This was felt in the way she was making out with you now.

Leaning further into the kisses to savor the taste and smell you carried, and sure enough you were the same way, pushing further into her too. A strand of hair slipping out from the ear Ellie tucked behind tickled the side of your face.

Gasping for air after the both of you’d succumb to shortness of breath. Ellie’s lips were a softer shade of pink from the circulating blood by how much pressure she had used to press onto your lips. Before you could Interject again she plunged back into you, this time her trembling hands cupping the plush of your cheeks, which then stabilized themselves on you. you didn’t resist Ellie’s lips, rather you moved at the same rate. Her left hands fingertips slightly callused by the guitar Joel had gifted. Each kiss was passionate, becoming more sloppier and quicker paced than the last one.

Nothing else mattered here against the warmth that radiated from Ellie, her pulsing heartbeat was felt by your own chest. Through flesh and bone, you could’ve sworn your hearts could feel the love you both shared for each other. You knew perfectly in your mind that this was meant to be, and Ellie had loved you ever since you fell too.

Ellie gently pulled away to whisper in that hoarse soft voice, “This better than dancing with him?”

She sounded so tantalizing, having you in her hands all to herself. No one would ever be able to have you the way Ellie did, and for that she felt prouder than ever. The doubt for any connection that could’ve been there in the days and years prior to today, was overcast by Ellie’s pure bliss right now.

You smiled while pressing foreheads together, letting the air from Ellie’s breathing fall onto your face. Chests falling up and down in a few seconds of quietness before replying, “Better than you could ever know.”

“Oh I think I do know,” squeezing you tighter followed smaller frantic kisses below your eyes, between your eyebrows, and cheek. You reflected her actions onto each bronze or dark brown freckle Ellie had scattered across her face.

Finishing, Ellie pulled you to walk to her bed by her hands connected behind your neck, bringing you down top of her on the spring mattress. Cheeks lifting up to reveal smile lines that you managed to bring out so easily. You held yourself up by your forearms with Ellie sandwiched in between. A warm lit lamp and the small slips of light from the dance in the distance outside were the only forms of light source in the room. Night had casted over the sky, and the moon coating the world below in moonlight. Once a few seconds passed of enjoying the others presence by staring at each and every feature as to memorize them forever like a keepsake, Ellie cleared her throat to speak up.

”I want to be with you, properly this time I mean,” Ellie gazed right into your eyes endearingly beneath you. Her proper confession was in a form of a question you’ve been waiting on so eagerly for so long.

“I’d love that.”

Placing a small peck right on the tip of her nose, you laid down on her, letting your head fall to her heart. This moment would be the mark of something new, a new chapter in your lives. Not another person or soul could take this away from either of you, love continuing to grow deeper into your hearts.

[afleetoftrashships]

Unknowingly Claimed: What if... Dean saw Sam's.

Masterpost

Takes place in Hellhouse (1x17) and inspired by this reblog by @kageyama-taka

It's been about 7 months since Sam had rejoined Dean on the road, and Dean knew things weren't like before - and it wasn't just about Jess.

Obviously, Sam was upset, not sleeping well, all that "emo Sammy crap" was actually kinda normal - this is something else. There was just this distance between them that hadn't existed before. They grew up in each other's pockets, Dean looked after Sam his whole life so why on earth is Sam suddenly so shy around him? He won't even take his shirt off around Dean anymore.

Dean pretty much chalks it up to some weird college habit (after pushing down the thoughts of it's because Sam knows) because Sam complained about some weirdo roommate he had to live with for a year. Also he didn't think too deeply, it made it easier for Dean to hide his tattoo. He did not want to explain that one.

But it still felt... off.

So he started pranking Sam, messing with him a little. They'd gone back and forth but he thought this prank would be his crowning glory. Sure, it's an oldie, but itching powder is a classic for a reason. And he was out when Sam got in the shower so his clothes were lying out, so he'd get the payoff way sooner than he expected.

As he turned around, trying to act innocent and calm and he saw it, just for a second. He couldn't see the whole thing....But he must have imagined it. Right? Sam quickly grabbed his clothes and ran back to the bathroom, but that image would be burned into Dean's brain forever.

He laid down on his bed, trying to think of gross things to will his erection away. Bad enough he's in love with attracted to his baby brother, he can't project on Sam like that. His tattoo felt like it was burning on his hip, reminding him of his love devotion longing dumb drunken mistake. He can't admit it makes him feel whole.

It has to be a hallucination. He's projecting. It's not real. Sam couldn't possibly have Dean's initials on his hip.....

Could he?

[thebullensshitposting]

Rosalie/Alice/Bella at prom?

this reads like a nightmare. no idea how to write them together without weird incest vibes. Also not beta read because I've been procrastinating too much as is lol. enjoy none the less <3 also fyi: I am not from the US. We do not have prom here. the idea of prom in this bad boy is heavely inspired by crappy movies

-S

Bella sat at a table in the corner of the gymnasium of forks high school. The gymnasium was decorated exactly the way she thought it would be for prom in a small town. Some balloons were hung on the wall, metal fringes adorned some corners and especially much was where pictures were taken, and last but not least there was a big paper sign announcing that it was prom night. All in all, it was rather tacky, and she couldn’t help but think how different it would have looked if someone let Alice loose to do everything.

Speaking of Alice, the tiny vampire was currently nowhere to be seen. She had gotten Bella a cup of punch and a table full of randomly assorted snacks and then just seemingly disappeared into thin air. It wasn’t all that uncommon for Alice to disappear suddenly, although she usually would be back within a couple of minutes and not gone for twenty minutes. There wasn’t a reason as to why she would leave either, or at least not one Bella could think of.

The evening began nicely. Alice came over early and she loved Bella in her dress so much that they arrived late to prom. At prom Alice managed to convince Bella not only to one but two dances. They took beautiful pictures of themselves to show everyone else and to keep as a forever memory. They talked to the others, Angela in particular swooned over how cute they were and Jess circled Alice in an attempt to figure out just how much her dress cost. Alice wouldn’t tell her, which just further confirmed the suspicion that it cost entirely too much.

Suddenly a hand closed around Bella’s wrist and swiftly pulled her off to the side. Just as Bella was about to protest this sudden attack she realized it was Alice who took her. Her sweet Alice, who had an absurdly large smile on her face.

“I brought you a present!” Alice proclaimed, not giving Bella a chance to answer before pulling the fire exit door open.

The present in question was a gorgeous blonde. Bella’s brain buffered for a few seconds. Rosalie was not meant to be here. She already graduated and this prom was for current students of Forks High School only. Just as Bella opened her mouth Rosalie began peppering her face with kisses and Alice swung Bella’s arms in glee.

The present was certainly exciting. Now Bella was at prom with both of her favorite people or rather vampires instead of just one. Bella was sure the smile that was etched onto her face would not vanish against this night, no matter what would happen.

And she was correct. She was coerced into dancing yet again, by both Rosalie and Alice. They also took more couple photos, most of which looked ridiculous. But Bella was happy, happier than ever before if you asked her.

words: 487

-S

[vclvetfleur]

Obedient Chapter 18

Roman Roy x fem! reader

Summary: Kendall's attempt to recruit the family to join him had desperately failed. Roman and you recover from his insecurity issues.

TW: Logan Roy, parental trauma, verbal abuse, panic attacks

WC: 5.6K

Notes: As soon as I was about to post Tumblr was down!!!

Chapter 18: One Direction Interviews

After the media storm that was Kendall’s stunt against his father, work was a complete nightmare. You had left Roman’s apartment with him to only have to wait in the car for what seemed forever to have the guards clear the pathway for the both of you. The media hounded and shouted with protestors screaming horrific things. You kept your head low, grabbing onto Roman’s forearm in hopes of not getting lost in the crowd. “Fucking psychos…” Roman said to you loud enough for you to hear over all the yelling.

You both escaped the crowd and walked into the building to only see the horrors of the office as people were scrambling. “Fucking Kendall…” Roman was obviously annoyed. The office was trying to keep all its investors in place. It was bad enough that the scandal was getting to them, but a family member speaking against the company, the CEO, and his father made it worse. You sat in Roman’s office, making calls before being interrupted by Gerri. She had her phone in hand, clearly annoyed. “You both have issues. Right now.” She showed us her phone and saw another headline. But the headline read about Roman. You read the title, your heart sinking immediately after.

‘Roman Roy, Waystar CEO son, caught multiple times with young assistant.’

There had been photo after photo of the two of you, mostly from the night before and this morning of the two of you being close and sneaking off to go to Roman’s apartment. You had been named, with your age being prevalent in the story. The article went into detail about apparent sources finding out about the relationship early on along with lies. The lies just went into multiple inappropriate comments Roman had made towards you and a possible pressure to sleep with your boss. And worst of all, “Roman kissed her and got really mad when she rejected him. She felt like she needed to apologize to him by running to his house 2 days later. That’s the earliest I think their relationship started”. You felt sick. The article made it a point to constantly bring up your age difference about you being a broke out of college student, ‘just freshly 22’, as the article stated, and Roman being 36. The article was a complete smear campaign against Roman, essentially painting him off to be some kind of predator. You had no idea how anyone could’ve known this. Who the fuck could’ve gone to the press about this? There was only one person. Jess. You went into panic, standing up and pacing as Roman was still reading what was happening. “This is bad. We need to issue a public statement.” Gerri tried to find the best way to figure out how to stir this into a direction that could’ve been better. This only made the sexual assault scandals worse. Waystar made it a point to denounce the actions and compared it to something of the past, to only see that maybe the CEO’s son is also taking advantage of his power. “Where do you guys wanna go with this?” She asked. You had no idea. Roman just was going to listen to whatever advice the PR team had for the two of you.  “I’ll just send in Hugo and Carolina.” She mumbled before texting them to come in. They rushed in and sat on the couch that was in Roman’s office. This was probably the most anyone has ever even gone into his office.

Hugo sat you both down, your leg bouncing up and down nervously as Roman was oddly calm about it. He was only nervous about one thing, and it was his father. He knew Logan would be pissed about the article. But they didn’t have the heart to tell him yet. Not for a bit anyway.

“Okay, well I’m going to be completely honest with the two of you, this is bad. Especially now. This is the worst case scenario right now admit the scandal.” Carolina started as she scrolled past her notes. Hugo had already made a call to every major interviewer who didn’t belong to ATN. It would only raise suspicion if you, a member of the company, spoke to the company's news network. “Janice Reeds is coming in half an hour. We need to prep now.” Hugo announced.

“Wait- wait, what’s the move though? Gerri-“ You looked at her for help, but she shrugged. “Sorry- we only can make this public.” Hugo responded. “No, that’s smart. It’s the only option we have. I mean- these pictures date back pretty far.” Gerri shrugged. It was honestly the only thing you both could do. Roman’s hand covered his mouth, deep in thought as he stared at everyone. “So, you’re gonna have to talk to her and just make up some story about how you both got together. Just make this as fairy tale as you can.” Carolina chimed in. You glanced over at Roman, concerned about your life now being turned upside down. You never expected people to ever know who you were. Now everyone knows your name, age, where you work, and the person you’ve been practically seeing for months now. Worst of all, they know it was your boss. “How did it start?” Hugo asked. “Exactly like the article, except cut out all the rapey part.” Roman finally spoke up. He rubbed his forehead, looking at you apologetically, his eyes growing softer whenever he looked your way.

“Okay- well, that’s not good enough. We need to make this like it was her decision.” Carolina cut it off. Roman felt a sinking feeling of guilt of this ending up biting you so harshly. You nodded, trying to think of how you could make this sound good enough.

“Well- we could add some details to the account. Whoever it is, they know. They’ll know some details. Who have you both told?” Gerri asked you both.

You looked at Roman, wondering who he told. You knew he told Gerri, but it made you wonder who else he might’ve told. He had too big of a mouth.

“Oh, fuck off.” Roman responded to your fearful gaze. “I only told Gerri.”

“Are you sure though?” You tried to remind him.  You needed him to remember.

“I don’t have fucking memory loss.” His tone grew even more annoyed with your responses. You sighed in relief.

“I told Jess, but that’s only because she caught us.” You defended yourself.

“You both have not been very discreet about it. Trust us.” Carolina annoyed having to deal with one more scandal along with the shit storm of the Cruises scandal. This scandal only put more gas onto the fire than it was already. They tried to cover it as a few bad people in the past, but now it was the CEO’s son taking advantage of his power.

Not only that, but the age gap made it weirder for people on the outside. People tweeted things about it being predatory and borderline pedophilic, bringing Roman’s past relationships into it. One of the tweets read ‘reminder of how fucking creepy this is: he just entered high school when she was born’, while putting up young photos of Roman next to a picture of an ultrasound. Another one made it seem like he picked you out of a daycare center. Sure, they were funny, but not when thrown at your expense.

“How long have you all known?” You nearly yelled.

“I knew back in Dundee.” Hugo, softer with his tone, worried to offend you.

“It took you that long? I’ve known since Argestest.” Carolina shrugged. You pressed your head into your hands, completely stressed out. “You both were practically dry fucking the entire time.”

“Okay- fuck. So, what the fuck do we say?” You asked them, begging them to switch the topic.

“So, how did it actually start?” Gerri helped you out. “Okay, well after the dinner at the Pierce’s, we were hanging out and Roman kissed me. I reciprocated feelings and then I told him it was a bad idea. So, we weren’t on speaking terms… And then I went out, got drunk then went to Roman’s place at night and kissed him.” You tried to recall without getting too in-depth with everything, just trying to give enough to give them a story.

“Which I rejected, by the way.” Roman tried to chime in. “I put her to bed and got her some whatever she would eat.” He tried to save his reputation as it was being dragged through the mud on social media and all over the traditional media. But he was only preaching to people who didn’t even believe in what the media was saying.

“Yeah- he got me food and nut milk… so we then talked about it and decided to keep it a secret.” You added. Hugo got an idea out of it.

“Okay, so we can keep the small details of that. Add that story about Roman buying your food and whatever the fuck. People will eat that up. Just let’s say you made the move instead. And it started from there. You were there for him and you told him how you felt and then it started. There. Right?” Hugo looked at Carolina for advice. She nodded, trying to think harder if there could be cracks. “Okay- this could work. That could work…” She mumbled.

“She said she’s a block away. Okay, so just stick with the story. Uh- just bring up stupid memories you both have. I don’t know. Make it sound magical or something.” Hugo quickly said, trying to get ready for her appearance to come.

“It’s gonna be okay…” Gerri tried to reassure you before leaving you and Roman alone. Carolina had tagged along with Hugo.

“Are you doing alright?” You asked Roman. You knew this must’ve been just as hard for him as it was for you. He just quietly nodded, biting his bottom lip. “Do you think this is weird?” He wondered. It made him question himself. He was already known by so many people as a weirdo sex freak, but this might’ve proved it to people. “Huh?” Your eyebrows scrunched up, turning your body towards him.

He shrugged, letting out a breath. “Just- this. Whatever the fuck you wanna call this. Do you think it’s weird? Like am I some sex freak pervert?” He was genuinely questioning himself. You shook your head, grabbing his hand in yours. “No- It’s not. I’m literally an adult. They can’t say anything. It’s not like I’m freshly 18.” You tried to reason. Despite the rough patch you both went through; you were still very much in love. You just thought there was a lot of stuff to work on before getting back.

“You did say that last night. That this… was ‘not normal’.” He quoted you. You sighed, pinching your nose bridge. “Fuck- Roman… It isn’t, but it’s not weird. Plus you said fucking worse that night. Reminder.” You tried to defend yourself from Roman. “It’s out there already. Weird or not, this is going public. We have to put our shit aside to make this okay. Okay?” You asked him. “Okay- yeah- sure- fucking whatever…” He mumbled. It wasn’t only you who brought it up. Kendall did too. Along with Shiv. The only one who didn’t make fun of him for it was Connor. But Connor was paying for his clearly young girlfriend to give him a slight bit of attention. He stood up, pacing around. “Be honest. Is it fucking weird? Everyone thinks so. Do you?” He was stressed. He knew this was gonna go one or two ways. Either okay with people will going on his case about the weirdness of this relationship or either terrible and Logan was going to blame him.

“No- I really don’t think so. Listen- you’re a fucking asshole dipshit pervert. But- you don’t like underaged women. You like women of an appropriate age. You may be awful, but you are genuinely the nicest man I’ve ever been with. Ever.” You followed him, looking at him, hoping you convinced him to get out of his own head a little bit. “And despite being so incredibly pissed and annoyed with you, I still love you. Especially after defending me to Ken. I know it wasn’t easy.”

You reminded yourself how kind Roman was. Most people looked over his kindness with all the terribleness he’s done. But you knew he never had bad intentions.

You planted a kiss over his lips and pulled him into a hug. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting his guard down. But you heard a knock, seeing Hugo, Carolina, and a tall brunette woman in her 40s at the very least. “Oh hi, bad time?” She cracked a joke about interrupting an intimate moment with you and Roman. You shook your head no, pulling away from Roman. “No- no. It’s fine.” You tried to ease the awkwardness.

“Good.” She grinned before taking a seat on one of Roman’s chairs.

“Roman. Come on.” Gerri instructed him. “He’s not joining?” You asked, anxiousness kicking in. You did not want to be alone. You were hoping Roman would be there, but it made sense. It would seem like there was pressure. Gerri shook her head no. Roman kissed his hand, blowing you a kiss before leaving, once again hoping to see you smile. You did. You waved bye before they left. You sat down across from the interviewer, hands in your lap and legs crossed in hopes they wouldn’t shake. Anything could be used against you.

“Wow, you guys are very… in love.” She made a comment before pulling out her tape recorder to document every word you said with a notepad to track everything you did that wouldn’t be heard.

“Yeah...” You laughed, trying to keep up the façade. “He’s really great.” She had already hit record. She set the recorder on the table as she had pulled a pen out. “Have you ever done one of these?” She wondered. You shook your no, her writing down that you essentially said no. “Well, it’s easy. I’ll just ask you a few questions and that’s all.” She smiled. It seemed exaggerated. She didn’t care. “I’m pretty sure you read magazine interviews of… oh what was that boy band named… Oh, One direction!” She tried to remind you of your age.

“No, I didn’t. Just other kinds though.” You tried to deviate from your age being a main talking point. “Oh, magazines are probably out of your age range anyways. All about the digital, huh?” She fake laughed.  “I just never read up on interviews honestly. Digital or paper…” You responded. She nodded, hoping to be able to get you to confess something juicy for her article. “Well, It’s easy. I’m just gonna ask you a few things. Uh- should we start?” She smiled. You nodded. “When did you first get hired?” “I think about 5 months ago. My best friend works for Kendall, and she said there was a position open for me.” You simply said.

“And what were your opinions of Roman during that? I mean was there anything? Did he make any suggestive comments or?” She tried to insinuate.

“No, he never really did any of that.” You lied. He constantly did. He had always made flirtatious comments your way, but you always took it as a joke since he did with everyone.

“Okay and how was he as a boss before you got together?” She questioned you.

“I mean at first it was just like any assistant position. But as we got to be around more, we became really good friends. We hung out regularly, we talked a lot. We laughed. We just naturally felt very comfortable with each other.” It was true. Once he started being awful, you both had such a strong dynamic. It was like talking to someone you’ve known for years. You both understood the other so well and just bounced off of each other’s personalities so well.

“When did you graduate college? Why an assistant position?”

“I graduated in the Spring. Uh- I just need to make an entry, don’t I? It’s kind of something opened and I knew there was room to move up.” “Did you think you’d get there faster because of Roman’s status?” She was trying to paint not only Roman, but you in a bad light of you being a gold digger using a rich older man for a higher position. “Well- no. I work really hard and I’ve proven to everyone in the company that all my hard work paid off.” You were slightly offended, but this was exactly what you were afraid would happen once people found out about your relationship with Roman.

“That’s fine. So, how did you two even become a thing? I mean we heard, but is it true?”

“No, it’s kind of fabricated. Roman never made a move on me. We just got done having dinner with the Pierce family and we all had been outside, I pulled Roman off and we just wondered a bit. I actually had a bit of a crush on him at that point. So, when we just sat out there and talked it made me really realize how much I genuinely did like him though. I mean if you got to know him, you’d know how genuine and sweet he truly is. I mean seriously. An absolute sweetheart. About a week after we went to his apartment, he specifically went out to get me vegan snacks and milk because he didn’t have any. But anyways, I just realized I had a major crush on him. So when we went back inside I told him.” You smiled, even though it was fabricated, it made you remember why you loved Roman so much. Everyone saw his flaws as a major point of him. But he had so much more than that.

“I mean, it wasn’t like he didn’t have some kind of feelings for me too. But god if you could only see the way he looked at me.” You tried to emphasize it. But some parts of it felt real. Anytime Roman looked at you, it melted you from the inside. He had this kind of admiration in his eyes every time he looked at you. You never could tell what it was he was thinking. Whether if it was love, lust or some kind of weirdo thought that popped into his head. All that you knew was just by looking at him, you were adored. Everything you did and said was met with adoration.

“What kind of look?” She teased. “It was like he was already in love with me. I mean stuff out of movies y’know. So, I just made a move. I just told him I had some kind of feelings for him. And he rejected it at first, but we just both admitted to it.” You continued to feed into this snowball of lies.

“Did the age difference ever occur to the both of you?” She asked.

“No, not really. It just started becoming a thing til people found out. But I never considered it to be a factor. I mean we’re both adults. If I’m smart enough to own a gun or drink or to even, make major life decisions for myself what’s the issue?” You tried to rebuttal her concerns. “Plus, I didn’t just turn 18.” You reminded. “I’m an adult. Not a teenager.”

“But your birthday just passed, correct?” She asked. You nodded, knowing this would be another point to her. “Yeah- but again. I’m not a teenager.”

“Well, what about the source? They said Roman had constantly made jokes at your expense to force some kind of relationship. Who do you think might’ve said that?” She questioned.

You paused to really think about it. There was no one knew really knew how you and Roman first even got together. You couldn’t wrap your head around it. “I honestly have no idea. I don’t know if they’re mad at the company. Or me. Or Roman. But everything they said was completely fabricated. I mean- we really needed the privacy and for someone to use it against us was awful.” You wished this would just end.

“Well how long until you got hired did you and Roman get into a relationship?”

“Maybe 2 months in. I don’t keep track of that sort of stuff. We just kind of did what feels right.” You shrugged. Your eyes darted to see if anyone was there, but not a single person you knew or were comfortable with was there. Just other staff gawking at you to know some kind of drama. It was sickening. You had no support system with you.

“Well, was the family’s knowledge? Or the companies?”

“Well, we didn’t know where it would lead to, but we did tell Gerri, the company's lawyer immediately. But yeah- it’s been really great until now. The whole article about us really shook us a bit. We hadn’t told any family. Only my best friend and Gerri. It’s still a very fresh relationship.” You reminded her. You and Roman hadn’t been with one another for that long for this all to be broadcast. It was something you both wanted to wait out and see. But now it was under a telescope to evaluate.

“How do you think your family would react to the news of you dating a man 14 years older than you?” You froze. You didn’t expect them to ever be brought up. You couldn’t tell her. That was too much of a personal matter for you. You only had to lie.

“I mean- I don’t think they’d mind. If they saw how happy I was, that’s all that matters. Right? Wouldn’t your parents feel the same?” You questioned her instead.

“Well, I just have two more questions before we leave. You were a college student before this, right? At Fordham?” You nodded. “You just left college. That must’ve been some debt huh? Did money ever become an issue? Did the job help that? Did Roman ever increase your pay after you both started your relationship?” She wondered. “Well, I was doing okay at first. I paid off most of my loans. But that’s why I asked Jess for a job. Sorry, Kendall’s assistant, and luckily there was an opening not long after graduating. But no, I never got a raise.”

“And this might be a bit off-topic, but you, as a young and brilliant woman,” She boosted your ego before dropping the question to you. “What do you think of the scandal going around? With the sexual assault and workers being thrown off shit.” She asked you, watching your face intensely to see if she could twist the narrative.

“I think whoever used my story with Roman to feed into the scandal doesn’t actually care about the women or workers. As a woman who has gone through such harsh things like that, it is disgusting to see them use our pain for their own gain. Waystar is doing everything they can to right the wrongs they have done. It had been a very disgusting group of men who unfortunately worked with the family and used it to their own power. But no one currently, of our knowledge, is continuing the behavior.”

“Wow, okay… A lot of powerful words there.” She was astonished that you’d ever bring up your own sexual assault into the mix.

“Well- again as a woman and a past victim of other men, it is really hurtful to see what people are doing to spin this on people who had nothing to do with it. Like me and Roman. If anything, we should be focusing on the men who did it. And that’s what Waystar is doing. We are staying nights to find evidence of our other staff doing this.” “We’re all done. But thank you so much for your insight, dear.” She said in a cheerful tone. It all felt so disgusting and fake. You needed to leave. You thanked her before rushing out. “I think I have all I need.”

She gathered her things before shaking your hand and finally leaving the room. You finally were able to get a breath of fresh air. That was excruciating. Hugo came in with Roman following behind. “That was fucking awful…” You revealed. “Let’s not jump to conclusions yet. Let’s wait and then jump into that.” Hugo tried to reason. He had faith that you wouldn’t ruin it. No one at Waystar was allowed mistakes. Unless they wanted to lose a position here.

“She asked about the Cruises.” You dropped. Hugo’s faith disappeared. He didn’t know how this would end for them if you didn’t say the right things.

“It’s okay. She’s a fucking feminist.” Roman tried to stand up for you. He thought it’d be enough. “Fuckin’ she watches the notebook and shit.” He thought that was all that was required to be called a feminist.

“Rome-…” You mumbled, covering your face with your hands once again. “Listen, once the article drops that’s when we should tell Logan.” Hugo finally dropped the bomb. You nodded, and Roman grew silent. He was nervous. He didn’t want to ruin the relationship with his father that he worked so hard to build over him and you not being careful enough. “It’s going to be alright. Just… we have to play the waiting game.” Hugo reminded the two of you. The article would drop any minute now. Possibly in an hour or two. You both just needed to wait and see. It seemed like days waiting for the article. You had laid down on the couch, your head resting on a throw pillow, your legs bent to not go over Roman. It finally dropped.

‘Interview with y/n y/l/n: Asking about their relationship, her home life, and the Cruises Scandal.’

“What a catchline?” You sarcastically said. You didn’t bother to read it, but everyone did. The intro started as another smear campaign. ‘Roman Roy, potential CEO of the Waystar company and son of the current CEO, amidst the cruises scandal was caught several times with an employee who was 14 years his senior. The recent graduate, Y/n Y/L/N, had been an assistant for 5 months and had agreed to speak to us.’ The interview read as me being nervous at first, but then dived into it could’ve been other factors. Nonetheless, the interview was good. It made Roman look better than before. “This is good. This is perfect. So, who wants to tell him you two are now under the lens?” Hugo congratulated before dropping the news.

“I can do it.” Gerri said. She was acting CEO; it would be better. It would prove to Logan that she was effective at her job. “I need one both to come with me though.” You huffed, knowing this wouldn’t be that great. You reluctantly got up and followed Gerri. “Good luck you two.” Hugo tried to ease the awkwardness. Gerri knocked on Logan's door before heading inside. “Uh Logan, we have a slight issue.” Gerri eased him in, this was the only way she knew how to do it. “Now, it’s been settled. We had it all cleared, but it’s still a slight issue.” “What the fuck is it now? Who fucked up now? Was it Frank? Or fucking Karl this time?” Logan had been stressed out, trying to find a way to keep his investors kept and trying to find a way to save the company. It was like watching the greatest empire in the world completely break down in modern times. It was humiliating.

“Well- I think it’s a good thing to consider that it’s handled now. And there is more positivity than before. Even with the Cruises case.” Gerri tried to ease Logan’s nerves. Your response to the Cruises struck a few women. Painting yourself publicly as a past victim was hitting strong with women. But men used it as a way to paint you even more evil and gross, a victim who is only with an older man because she was fucked up. But women resonated with you, seeing maybe Kendall wasn’t so genuine. Maybe he had been playing them all along like you said.

“What the fuck is it? Go on.” Logan snapped. “The news broke out against y/n and Roman. Tons of photos came out.” Gerri finally put the information out. Logan was confused about why it would affect the company. He had been with multiple assistants. It never seemed to be an issue. He was currently even cheating on Marcia with one of them. “A source said Roman pushed himself on her.”

“It was Kendall, wasn’t it?” Logan theorized. You thought about it for a second before it finally hit you. Jess wouldn’t possibly betray you like this. But Kendall would definitely betray Roman.  

“Holy fuck! It was Kendall! Holy fucking shit. It was fucking Kendall!” You shouted. Roman’s eyebrows furrowed your way, wondering how you would ever come to that conclusion. “He’s fucking mad at both of us from last night so he called in. Holy fuck.” You couldn’t stop yourself. Logan's annoyance with you grew, wishing you’d stop. “Alright. Enough with that.” Logan ordered. You obliged, holding in your shock. “Gerri, what happened?” He needed more details. Gerri tried to save you from being berated by Logan, but it didn’t work. “All 'cause these two fucking idiots couldn’t keep it in their fucking pants? Fucking Christ! I’m surrounded by fucking perverts!” He slammed his hands on the table.

“Dad… Come on, you can’t group us in with those…” Roman tried to defend himself, his voice soft and careful.

“Oh? I can’t? Well, who has an article about their perversion? Hm? Me? Kendall? No. It’s my pervert son.” Logan reminded him. He just nodded, deciding it wasn’t worth trying to argue anymore. “Well despite all that… we had someone come and interview y/n, and the response has been good. They asked her about the cruises and a lot of women have sympathized with her response.” Gerri hoped it would die down Logan’s anger a bit. But Logan felt betrayed that he wasn’t told sooner. “If you’re trying to push me out of my own business, it isn’t going to work. Why wasn’t I told before? Huh? Are you trying to fuck me? Hm?” Logan tried to intimidate, but Gerri had known Logan for too long to let it get to her. “Why was I not fucking told?” He started shouting, proving his own point.

“Logan, this is a good step of action. Just look at the responses.” Gerri handed off her phone. Logan put on his glasses, pulling the phone slightly farther away as he stared at the screen. His finger slid down the screen as he read one tweet one by one.

“What would’ve been better is if these idiots didn’t run off together constantly like fucking morons.” He rebutted. He couldn’t let any one of this be a win. He was glad that some women were siding against Kendall now but disappointed any of this had to even come up. “Kid- you did fine. But next time, when you’re fucking your own boss, don’t make it so easy to spot.” He spoke to you. You just kept your own mouth shut and nodded before walking off.

Roman tried to apologize before being sent off with his father. “I wanna fucking rest. This day has been a nightmare…” You sighed. But one more disaster was about to happen. You and Roman decided to leave together, deciding it would be best to take care of one another. You entered the lobby to see a familiar face. Not just one. But two.

“Y/n…” Your mother said. You hadn’t heard your name out of her mouth in years.

A deep seat of panic set in. It felt as if a tsunami had run over you. Your lungs felt as though it was burning. Your heart was racing at the lack of air entering your lungs and your body shut down. Your eyes automatically welded up with tears as one of them suddenly fell, knocking you out of the trance you were in. They looked older. You never thought you’d see them again. Let alone hear their voice again. Your body went into complete shock.

“Nuh-uh. No. Fuck this. Nope. Security!” You began to scream. You gripped Roman’s arm and began to run but were stopped as you felt a familiar grasp on your arm. It wasn’t rough, but it felt excruciating. It felt like it was being crushed. “Ow!” You nearly cried as you crumbled. “Let go of me!” You shouted. Roman stepped in between the three of you, picking your body up.

“Hey- don’t. Security. Get these two fucking nut jobs out! Fucking shit! Who the fuck is watching this building?” He shouted out for help. He helped you out as your parents tried to reach you. But Roman dragged your panicked struck body out. You clung on, hyperventilating.

Once you had gone into the car, you laid your head on his lap. His hand graced your hair as if to tell you he was there for you. “Who were they?” He finally asked.

“Ang-My mom and dad…” You managed to whisper.

Notes: It took 4 seperate times to write this. This chapter was cursed

Chapter 19

[mawrblaidddrwg]

I have not been able to get this out of my mind since I saw this post a few weeks ago. When @thisisnotawendys suggested the ~brilliant~ idea of Milo Ventimiglia as live action Vegeta. So naturally I had to stay up way past my bedtime to make a silly little sketch of this. I have gone back and forth about, I don’t know, a billion times over the years about who my dream IRL Vegeta would be. And honestly Milo is *chef’s kiss* (I mean we’ve got the versatility of Bad Boy Jess and Daddy Jack Pearson so again, perfect for Vegeta). I’ve tried to draw a realistic Vegeta many times before (in sketchbooks in high school a hundred years ago) but this is my first recent attempt and the same struggle I had in high school is how the effff do I make a realistic Vegeta with that wild flame hair. So I made 2 versions, one with slightly more realistic looking hair, and one with good ol’ Vegeets hair. The profile looks more like Tom Hiddleston for some reason but honestly I’m okay with that too (I’ve thought about him as Vegeta many times too, so maybe it was unconsciously done). *continues rambling on in the distance forever*

[taylor9736]

The Page Turner

Jess Mariano x fem!reader

Warnings: none

The small bell above the door of ‘Luke’s Diner’ rang, signaling yet another customer entering the familiar space. Jess Mariano didn’t bother looking up from the book in his hand. He was halfway through a chapter, completely absorbed in the words, but then he heard a voice—a new voice.

“Hey, can I get a cup of coffee to go?”

That caught his attention.

Jess looked up to see you, standing at the counter with a soft smile. You had y/h/c hair that fell just past your shoulders and y/e/c eyes that sparkled with curiosity as you glanced around the diner. You weren’t a regular, that much was clear, and Stars Hollow wasn’t exactly known for new faces. Intrigued, Jess shut his book with a quiet thud.

“Sure thing,” Luke grunted from behind the counter. “You new in town?”

You chuckled, a sound that made Jess’s chest tighten for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. “Yeah, just visiting for a while. My aunt lives here.”

“Ah, got it,” Luke said, pouring the coffee into a paper cup and sliding it across the counter. “That’ll be two bucks.”

As you reached for your wallet, Jess found himself lingering on every detail—the way you carried yourself with an ease that was foreign to the chaotic rush of the diner, the calm confidence in your voice. You were… different.

He wasn’t sure why he spoke up, but the words left his mouth before he could stop them. “You won’t like that coffee.”

You turned toward him, surprised by the comment. “What makes you say that?”

Jess smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Just trust me. Luke’s coffee is basically hot mud in a cup. You want good coffee, you gotta try Weston’s, down the street.”

Luke shot Jess a look, but you seemed amused by the banter. You raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

Jess shrugged. “If you like actually enjoying what you drink, yeah.”

You grinned, a spark of playful challenge in your eyes. “Well, I guess I’ll have to see for myself, then.”

Before Jess could reply, you grabbed your coffee, thanked Luke, and turned to leave. But just before you stepped outside, you looked back at him, your y/e/c eyes locking with his for a brief second that seemed to stretch into eternity. There was something in that look, something that made Jess sit up a little straighter.

And then you were gone, the bell jingling as the door closed behind you.

Jess stared at the empty space where you had stood, his mind racing in a way that it hadn’t in a long time. He hadn’t felt this kind of pull toward anyone in forever—if ever.

“She’s outta your league,” Luke said from behind the counter, shaking his head as he wiped down the surface.

Jess scoffed, but couldn’t hide the slight smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

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The next day, Jess found himself walking past Weston’s Coffee almost instinctively. He wasn’t usually one to go out of his way for anyone, but something about you had gotten under his skin. He didn’t know if it was the way you had smiled at him like you could see right through his smart remarks or the fact that you didn’t seem fazed by his sarcasm. Either way, he wanted to know more.

As he passed the window, there you were, sitting alone at one of the tables, a book open in front of you and that same paper cup from Luke’s in your hand. You were sipping it slowly, a look of concentration on your face as you read.

Without really thinking, Jess opened the door and walked in.

You glanced up, surprised but not unpleasantly so, and gave him a small smile. “Let me guess—here to tell me Weston’s has better coffee?”

Jess shrugged, slipping into the chair across from you without asking. “Just checking to see if I was right.”

You held up the cup, now almost empty, and smirked. “Luke’s wasn’t that bad. But maybe I’ll give Weston’s a try next time.”

He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Told you.”

You closed your book, studying him with curious eyes. “So, what’s your deal?”

Jess blinked, a little taken aback by the directness of the question. “My deal?”

“Yeah,” you said, leaning forward a little. “You seem like the kind of guy who’s always got something going on. So, what’s your deal?”

He chuckled, impressed by how straightforward you were. Most people didn’t dare try to get to know him, especially this quickly. “No deal,” he said, shrugging. “Just a guy who reads too much and drinks bad coffee.”

You laughed, the sound light and genuine. “I find that hard to believe.”

Jess raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? And what’s your deal?”

You smiled. “Y/N, visiting Stars Hollow for a bit. Trying to avoid too much small-town gossip.”

He nodded. “Good luck with that.”

There was a comfortable silence for a moment, and Jess found himself surprised at how easy it was to sit here with you. Usually, he had his guard up, always ready with a sarcastic remark or a way to push people away. But with you, he felt… calm.

After a beat, you glanced at the book in front of him. “What are you reading?”

Jess lifted the book, showing you the cover. “*On the Road.* You?”

You turned your book around to show him the cover of a novel he hadn’t heard of but found himself interested in. “A little something for the train rides back home,” you said with a shrug.

“I’ll have to check it out,” Jess said, and he meant it. He liked that you were a reader. It gave you both something to share.

As the conversation flowed, Jess realized he was genuinely enjoying himself. You weren’t intimidated by him, and you weren’t overly interested in the mystery people usually tried to solve. You were just… you.

And as you sipped the last of your coffee, Jess found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, he’d finally met someone worth sticking around for.

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[cherrybean]

BCS Character Pairings as Billie Eilish’ new album songs

Love this album it’s so good and cuts deep in some of the lyrics 🥲 highly recommend !

‼️SPOILERS‼️

Lalo and Nacho - Blue

Lyrics: “I try to live in black and white, but I’m so blue”/ “Victim of your father's plans to rule the world”/ “But they could say the same 'bout me, I sleep 'bout three hours each night”/ “And I could say the same 'bout you born blameless, grew up famous too just a baby born blue”

Reminds me of the way that they’re alike yet so different. Both got into the cartel business for whatever reason, Nacho for quick money (from my guess) and Lalo because that’s what he was “born” to do. I feel that they’re both upset on how they’re in this life, but both deal with it in a different way; Nacho wanting escape and have a free life and “not have to look over his shoulders” while Lalo completely delves into the world he was thrust into and basically dominates it, although, in my own interpretation it also seems that it takes a toll on him as he only sleep 2-3 hours a night and almost sees this as normal or “bliss” because he “gets his best ideas while others sleep” or when others have his back turned to him so he has the advantage.

Jimmy and Kim- Birds of a Feather

Lyrics: “If you go I’m going too”/ “Can't change the weather, might not be forever, but if it's forever, it's even better”

Omg my favorite couple 😭 I absolutely love them so much. While I think that they did love each other I also think it had a lot to do with them being almost complete opposites in a way(?). Kim knows who she is and she is not afraid to project herself as a very confident person. Jimmy on the other hand has a hard time grasping who he really is. Is he a good guy who feels empathy and wants to do good by Chuck and not slip back into his ‘slippin’ Jimmy’ shenanigans or is he his alter ego Saul Goodman who uses the law in an unethical way to contort Justice to his/his clients personal gain? In their relationship they both start to grow with each other and become almost the opposite of who they were from the start. I love the way their relationship grows, although in the end they didn’t end up together 😢. I also believe this is the way Jimmy would feel about Kim because even until the end he does everything in his power to protect her even if that means rotting away in prison.

Mike and Gus- Chihiro

Lyrics: “To take my love away”/ “Kinda strange, feelin' sorrow”

Another pair that is the same yet so different. Both of them lose a really close and important person in their lives to them playing a dangerous game. Mikes son because he couldn’t be a corrupt cop like him and Gus’ friend/lover because of Gus overstepping his bounds. They both deal with this in anger and in seeking blood-for-blood. I love when Nachos dad calls out how revenge is basically worthless in this quote: “What you talk about... is not justice. What you talk of is... revenge. It never ends... my boy is gone.” I love how as the show progresses we see that Mike finally sees himself as what he is: a bad guy/ex&current corrupt cop. I feel that he also heals from losing his son in a way and basically comes to terms with it. On the other hand, Gus does not. Gus stops at nothing to get his revenge and in a way of poetic justice the last person who he wants to kill ends up killing both of them and the feud they had being completely obliterated.

Bonus:

Mike and Jesse- Wildflower

Lyrics: “She was your girl, you showed her the world”/ “But I see her in the back of my mind, all the time”

Oof this is a hard one. I chose this song because it reminds me of when Jesse is trying to get closer to Mike and Mike shuts him down with “you are not the guy, you are not capable of being the guy, I had a guy and now I don’t” which I interpret him as Nacho being his “guy”. I’m BCS we see Mike start to care a lot for Nacho and it shows how he almost sees himself in Nachos dads shoes with not wanting his son to get hurt in the lucrative business he’s in. You can tell Mike cared a lot for Nacho when he goes to tell Nachos dad about his passing and how he’ll get justice for him. I believe that Mike then doesn’t want to get close to Jesse as a form of closing himself off since he knows people don’t last long in the business. Obviously they do end up getting closer and the lyrics just remind me of Mike probably thinking of Nacho in the back of his mind whenever he does ride alongs with others and wondering how long they’ll eventually last, or if they’ll outlast him.

Walter and Skyler- The Greatest

Lyrics: “Man, am I the greatest. My congratulations. All my love and patience. All my admiration”/ “I loved you and I still do”

The lyrics basically speak for themselves. As we’ve seen in BB, Skylar is constantly out of the loop on what’s going on with Walter, from the cancer to then cooking meth. This song reminds me of how Skyler stuck around even when she didn’t want to or it pained her, for her family and because I really do think she loved Walter, but she couldn’t be with him due to his selfishness and putting them in danger. Sorry this one isn’t longer, this relationship just really stresses me out and makes me mad 💀

[shreky3poo]

My soulmate

Sol x fem!reader

WARNING:

Timeline: you’ve already met Solivan and Hyugo, so this can take place in day 3 or 4 even if this isn’t canon

Hope you enjoy 😊

(SORRY IF I TOOK TO LONG I HAD TO RESTART ON THE FIC BECAUSE MY PROGRESS DIDNT SAVE😭, also I’ll be doing this in chapters so ermm have a good day!)

(so you guys won’t get confused or maybe you will but that’s besides the point, Crowe and geo both share the color purple but when Crowe is talking he has the italic font, meanwhile geo doesn’t- btw this is the italic font)

Chapter 1

You were a kind person, everybody knew that, even him

Solivan Brugmansia

A kid at the back, quiet but very handsome, nobody even took a chance to get to know him.

That is until you came along.

He loves your company and you love his.You could spend years talking to him and never get bored.

But then why couldn’t you see he was the only one for you?

Why did you always have to include Crowe, is it because you perhaps have a little crush on him?

No, that’s not true, is it?

You don’t want to choose, you don’t want to break neither of their hearts.They are important to you just as much as you are to them.

Will you actually have to pick? Why is life so unfair, why do we have to suffer every second and minute?

Life truly isn’t what you imagined when you were younger.

Thinking back to your childhood , carefree, unbothered, happy. Why did that have to go down the drain? Knowing you could’ve gone down a better path if it weren’t for them.

Those rich scums who think they rule the world because of money, oh how I wish they could leave and disappear from this world forever.

But we don’t always get what we want, those are just the rules. There’s nothing we could do even if we tried.Is there even a point in living-

Good morning MC, I hope you had a lovely weekend!

Oh, good morning Crowe and yes my weekend was a bit relaxing this week surprisingly-

That’s lovely to hear, im glad to hear you are doing better with your health, well I really need to get going.Ill see you around MC

Oh Crowe before you leave I have a quick question..

Of course, ask anything you want MC

Are you free this weekend? I really need help with school work and I don’t feel like I can do it without you.(Crowe is my bae😞🤟)

I am indeed ill help you with anything you need

THANK YOU SO MUCH CROWE I SERIOUSLY OWE YOU A LOT 😭😭

I’ll always be here for you MC-

Can you two lovebirds stop flirting.. it’s hurting me internally 😐

Brit don’t be rude-

GUYS WE SHOULD TOTALLY HANGOUT IT WILL BE SUPER FU- 🤩 ( this is Deryl btw sol will prob be red, get it cuz he’s a red flag?😁😁)

No, also stop talking you’re giving me a headache-

Oh umm hey guys-

You both are a bunch of losers, let’s go Jess I don’t want to be seen with these rabid animals 🙄

Oh um-nice seeing you MC!

(maybe I should’ve eaten with Hyugo and Sol..)

Crowe I have to get going, but it was really nice talking to you!

Oh, leaving so soon?

Ermm yes unfortunately, I forgot I had something to do

Well then see you around

(oh naur now I feel bad for lying..😣)

(I AINT DONE YET BRO, but I’ll keep updating and adding to this.SORRY IF IT ISNT MUCH WRITERS BLOCK SUCK BOOTY)

( I KNOW IT SUCKS BOOTY, just don’t say it directly cuz I’ll kms💔)

[starry-mist]

S6e12 thoughts:

The brief flashback…okay we didn’t get the Charah and Rex meet cute, but I have conceded that aging Charlie down would be far more challenging than it was to just throw a wig on Mayko to bring back Sarah’s s1/2 hair.

The “hostage” situation somehow took even less time than I thought it would.

Holy crap. That nonverbal communication between Charlie, Sarah, Jesse, and Rex in the first scene. Just, wow. But in particular I loved Charlie’s quick thinking, the way he indicated to Sarah where Rex was with just a glance, her barely-perceptible nod, and the takedown. The takedown was a thing of beauty.

I love the subtle reassurances between Charlie and Sarah, again mostly with their eyes, but also with the tiniest hint of physical contact, and the brief moment when Charlie’s mask slips with the “you didn’t know that…I didn’t know that” lines when Sarah is talking about how she was never in actual danger.

A house scene! Yay! They were so cute and flirty. I will extend it with fic. (I’m also developing a headcanon based on all of two scenes as to why Sarah didn’t like working with Det. Porter, which might make it in.)

I picked out the killer right away, but my suspicion as to motive was incorrect (I figured it would have something to do with Gabriel being trans, so the “actually I kidnapped my daughter and he found out” kind of came out of left field.)

Sarah working to exonerate the guy who held a knife to her throat, because of course she would, because she’s Sarah. Ugh I love her so much.

Charlie…not that I’m complaining, but is there no dress code for him anymore? Because the number of undone buttons just to expose that extra little bit of chest hair…again, not complaining, but he’s gone totally feral.

And Charah once again with the workplace PDA. I am forever here for it. (I would be especially here for it leading to a baddie targeting one or both of them thanks to knowing their weakness but I am a complicated light whump/heavy angst-loving being.)

Next week’s promo:

I want to be excited for the travel to Toronto (which might actually be filmed more in Hamilton, IDK) but it looks like Charlie and Sarah will likely spend a lot of it separated and I don’t know how into that I am. I’m doubting the wife is really the “bad guy” (my money is on Stuart from Letterkenny who we saw in the promo.) I’ll be happy if they end the episode with Charah in the big city together for a scene or two but I’m not going to get my hopes up.

Also, honestly, how many best friends does Sarah have now? Because it’s starting to feel like a lot…

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S02E11 - Rex Machina

Fun pun. Even better because deus ex machina is an unexpected power or event saving a seemingly hopeless situation, especially as a contrived plot device in a play or novel, and that happens often in this show.

Literally all crime show procedurals have done the "car kills human" one way or another. So, again, we're not looking to reinvent the wheel here. We're looking for a fun episode. Which it was, mostly the parts with Terabyte which I thought was a clever invention from whoever wrote the script.

Terabyte's first appearance!

How dare you.

This is a ridiculous idea. It just begs to be vandalized.

Rex's interactions with all the robotic parts is hilarious. I can only imagine what dogs think about all these things. Judging by their reactions on the roomba vacuum cleaners, not good things.

Being on bad terms with your daughter because you're a trucker and she's about to revolutionize the car industry and maybe your job won't exist by the time you retire is... completely stupid. Yes, any other trucker would have the right to feel threatened but her own father?

Dude, you parked in the middle of the street.

Sarah has already adopted Terabyte.

I live for Rex's jealousy.

Stop being so cute.

"Hoomans, if you don't get that thing away from me..."

Well, up until that moment, I had not realized that the one sided-glass in that interrogation room can also become... two-sided? Also, fun scene.

Charlie and Sarah walking their dogs.

I completely forgot it was Sarah that named him Terabyte!

"He looks like a terabyte". What precisely does a terabyte, a measure of counting digital data storage, look like?

Rex: Damnit, Terabyte is going to blow this case wide open. I have to step up my game.

Sarah: [about Terabyte] It's a he, not an it. Charlie: *sending silent signals to Jesse to just go with it*

Charlie: Good job, Terabyte. Rex: OH HE DID NOT! I'll make it look like an accident.

I love subtitles.

Sarah: Where's Terabyte? Jesse: Charging. Rex: He's in here! And I'm smelling fried circuits!

I concur.

I love the justification of, "I blackmailed a company and murdered a person when my ex got involved into an unrelated to said company motorcycle accident which left him paralyzed, because self-driving cars are ruining my hometown which is solely dependent on the driving industry". I don't think automation made you a shitty person, you were always one. Also, I'm not sure if that stands medically, but it's implied that if they hadn't gone to the trouble of staging this to seem like the car's fault, he might not have had permanent damage to his spine. So, she traded his legs for 10k per month.

lol they're opening the plant in Axtonville, a town where everyone is a trucker? Are truckers and plant workers interchangeable?

I actually dislike the pro "our company cares" endings they sometimes do. This isn't the first one.

"That's right, bitches. Despite Jesse's best efforts to murder me, I'm back."

Might happen sooner than you think.

Definitely not. I'm going to be watching Rex adaptations forever.

"No, we're not friends now. It's a 'keep your enemies close' thing."

I was glad to see Terabyte in later episodes. Although I don't think he ever moved again. I think at some point Rex probably had enough and ripped his circuits to shreds. The damage was irreparable. Everyone was sad. Rex wasn't.

[dragonbma]

I always thought it was interesting that after the final battle, Jack is the one who advocates for saving Romeo. Romeo who made the Sea Temple that killed two of Jack’s friends. Romeo who assumed the form of one of those friends only to reveal later that he had perished. Romeo who (depending on who gets the clock) either throws Jack in the Sunshine Institute with Jesse or sends him to the terminal space to train and become his champion. Romeo who takes over Beacontown and allows Jack’s emporium to be ransacked. Yes I know some of these apply to Petra as well, but I was expecting Petra to be the sympathetic one and Jack to think Romeo was too far gone.

—Especially after Jack was so averse to working with Xara after finding out she was once an Admin. She didn’t even do anything bad- Just the fact that she was an Admin freaked Jack out because it reminded him of what happened to Vos. Romeo caused Jack so much grief that the mere idea of teaming up with someone who used to have that power was out of the question. I was genuinely expecting Jack to make a parallel between Romeo being unable to escape the Terminal Zone by himself and Vos being unable to escape the temple alone.

—I understand why Petra was the one to turn Romeo away since he was her foil character. He essentially shows her what trying to keep things the same way forever can do. However, I was expecting her to be the one to sympathize with what Romeo was going through and in turn make him see that anyone can change. She got to see the more personal aspects of Romeo’s past with Xara and Fred (like the cabin and the old journals) after all. He did his best to keep everyone together, but it failed in the worst possible way. Now, rather than spending eternity with his two best friends, he has to deal with what he caused + suffocating loneliness.

Idk I was just thinking about this today. Honestly either of them could turn Romeo away and it’d make sense after what he put them through. Telltale, why are you making me feel for every single character-

[enden-agolor]

i would just like to drop a thought off rq

after lukas and jesse die (if they can) i just imagine them being happy gay ghost men in the afterlife together

In canon I like to think they never die and they live their lives happy and in love forever and ever and ever 😁 !

But.......

I have actually discussed this with my partner a few times and I won't even lie the thought of one of (or both) them dying stresses me out so bad. Like I have actually cried over these fucking minecraft characters dude 💀

I always have imagined Jesse passes away first. How? I don't know, but it is absolutely devastating for Lukas. Like, he suffers through the grief horribly, and doesn't show his face in town as often as he used to. By now I'd think he's aged physically a lot more, kind of like how the old builders did? So he and Jesse lived a long, looong life together before he passes and when Jesse is actually gone, Lukas doesn't really know how to function properly without him.

I've always imagined maybe one day, a month or two after Jesse passes, Lukas gets this envelope from Radar that he found in Jesse's office while reluctantly cleaning up and organizing through all his work. It's an unopened letter with Lukas' name on it, written in Jesse's sloppy handwriting. He settles down somewhere alone and opens it, reading through it and becoming progressively more and more emotional, broken down and sobbing because it's a letter Jesse meant to give to him around the beginning of their relationship, detailing how happy he is and how he's never felt so loved and appreciated until he and Lukas got together. It's really sweet and written with all the love Jesse holds for him, and though he's not as poetic as Lukas, the fact that it's from Jesse's heart makes it so much more special and meaningful than any piece of writing Lukas has ever indulged in.

I also love the idea that when Lukas does eventually pass away too, that BeaconTown puts up these like, on scale statues of them sitting on the Beacon monument together so they're like, forever a part of BeaconTown.

And then yeah they spend the rest of eternity together as homosexual ghosts or something and it's very cool 😍

[cataschism]

✦ @pavlovianpanic prompted: final boy mike (for someone a little different than the usual but still kinda villainous) or even emily (i can see you adding some good depth to her)?          ╱            one of five samples.

TV shows don’t tell you how bad a death scream actually is until you hear it for yourself.

Mike’s gonna be totally completely, one hundred percent honest here—he hates everyone here, but most of all himself. Coming back up to Blackwood was the biggest mistake of Mike’s whole life, and he thought that he made that already when he broke up with Em. No, the worst mistake is forever going to be up here, with the trees and the monsters. He looked them in the eye, in the history museum of the sanatorium, with the growling of a wolf by his ear. 

The metal of the bear trap reflected them: damn Josh for this, but it was just like a scene in a movie. The screech they make. And then the sound someone else makes when they rip their head off, &. then total silence. And. And. And. It’s like the experience never ends. One thing after another. And then everybody keeps on screaming. What was Mike to do? Of course he shot Emily. She was gonna turn into one. He had to. 

When you almost die again and again—and get real, real fucking close, alright—you do a lot of things you didn’t even know you were capable of. And Mike, Mikey boy is no exception.

When the chopper comes and it’s just like a scene in a horror movie. The monsters are all gone and you’re—Mike—is left by himself, no survivors. No one to corroborate his story. He doesn’t even have the gun Em died from. All he has is his mind and his memories and soot and dirt and blood on him, and nothing else. Not a thing else. And all of the memories. 

Fuck him, man. And fuck this mountain. Once he gets off, he’ll never come back. The monsters can have Josh.

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Em writing below the cut.

Superfluous details pass by Emily’s face, stinking up her nostrils and clouding the noise in her ears. Everyone’s yelling, but no one’s got any answers. It’d frustrate Emily if she had any, either. But she knows three things: this is Josh’s fault for getting them here, there are hairless monsters out in these woods and trying to get in the house, and that at all cost, she wants to survive. 

It is a want, not a must, because a must is something she can fail at and be angry at herself for. She will not spend the last seconds of her life angry that she failed—just that she tried, has to try, will always try. These monsters will not get her yet.

Though, Jess is making such an awful racket that she is considering lending them snacks if just to get them off her tail for a moment’s notice. Christ. Her head hurts and her hands are cold and sore from the radio tower, and she has this unstoppable adrenaline coursing through her body that won’t quit or die. She breathes heavily but nothing restful comes out of it, she breathes and it feels like she’s still running that marathon with Matt. Fuck.

In fashion, there’s no such thing as a superfluous detail. Every seam and button and line has to make sense—has to flow—has to work. It’s the same thing working this case on this fuckass mountain with these fuckass friends and her boyfriend, and her ex, and her awful shithead friend Joshua who’s off filming a movie about them like the voyeur he is. She just has to make sense of this coat, this dress, this clusterfuck. She just has to know how it works. Fashion is like engineering. And to be an engineer, you have to know how it works. Emily is good at working it out. She knows this. She could, if given enough time.

Instead, Jess screeches something about whatever and on instinct, Emily replies: ❛ Shut your slut mouth up, I can’t think! ❜