#right now she’s hooked on ‘Stop The World Cause I Wanna Get Off’

[daddy-long-legssss]

One of my greatest achievement is getting my sister into the Arctic Monkeys. I hear her singing along to ‘505’ in the kitchen and I’m like:

[morgana-larkin]

MWAHAHAHAHHA. ALTERNATIVE ENDING TIMEEE. The vender flowers fic thing. I am here to request an alternative angst ending. Ok SO *cracks knuckles* Mel still chooses you and still goes to your place to confess. However, when u lean in to kiss her, she kisses u back. Then, smut (y’all sleep together). Then, she goes home to break up w Gary. She explains her feelings and he was so understanding and loving that she realizes she doesn’t want to let him go. So they end up staying together. Then at school u see her w Gary and you’re (patiently) like “hey what’s up have u done it yet like what’s goin on” and she tells u that she hasn’t but she will and that she can’t wait to be with you. Then y’all fuck again maybe or just make out idk, up to u, and you’re all happi and giggly BUT THEN the next day she tells u the truth. That she doesn’t wanna let him go and you’re like “ok so u just used me/lied so u could get the best of both worlds/just to sleep w me” and then idk what she says after that u can pick. And idk how to end this u can pick hahaha.

Alright, I finished it! And before anyone asks, we made a deal that if I do a lot of angst then I can have my happy ending. 😊 Although I think it’s more sad than angsty. And when you put the cracks knuckles, I burst out laughing. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it.

On another note: I notice that half of you put compliments for me in your prompts and I love reading them, you guys are so sweet! 🥹❤️ Also I spent 10 minutes picking out a gif cause I got distracted looking at Lisa…I regret nothing.

Part 1 Part 2

The Vendor, The Teacher and The Roses - Alt End

Warnings: where to start? A bit of toxic Mel, angst, sadness, heartbreak, fluff, smut, happy ending. I literally went through a whole rollercoaster of emotions while writing this so good luck!

Words: 7.3k

“What do you mean when you said you chose me?” You ask her.

“I mean if I went home then I would be choosing Gary, and I know I would lose you. If I came here then I would be choosing you and lose Gary.” She tells you. “And I can’t lose you.��� She adds on and you look at her shocked.

“But you can lose Gary?” You ask her and she nods.

“He’s not as important as you.” She tells you and you look down at your fingers and twiddle your thumbs. Melissa takes your hand with hers and interlace your fingers and brings her other hand to your chin and gets you to look up at her. “I want to be with you.” She tells you and a tear rolls down your cheek. She wipes the tear and cups your cheek.

“I want to be with you too.” You tell her and you lean forward to kiss her and she leans forward to kiss you back. Once your lips connect you immediately feel that this is right, where you’re supposed to be and you’re already hooked on her.

Melissa is feeling the same way and she puts her hands in your hair and moans. She pushes you back on the couch to deepen the kiss but you stop her.

“Me-Melissa.” You say and she pulls back and looks at you. “We shouldn’t do anything else, you’re still with Gary.” You tell her and leans forward to you and puts her hands in your hair again.

“I don’t care, I’ve wanted you for so long and I don’t want to wait any longer.” She says and kisses you again. She pushes you back again and this time you let her. She’s on top of you now and runs her fingers down your body and you gasp a bit and she slides her tongue in your mouth. You moan at that and she takes her shirt off and you run your hands all over the newly exposed skin. She brings her mouth to your neck and leaves kisses all over it.

“Melissa, do you want to go to the bedroom? Lot more space on the bed.” You suggest and she groans. She then slides her hand under you and pushes you closer to her and she sits up and brings you with her. She then picks you up and she stands up and carries you to the bed. She goes back on top of you and goes and sucks your neck and you gasp and buck your hips. She then unclips her bra and takes it off then takes your shirt off. Her breasts fall out of her bra and are freed from their prison and you set your eyes on them and stare. “Take your pants off.” You tell her and she pulls back from your neck and looks at you before she takes her pants and underwear off. At the same time you take your pants and underwear off. She then goes back to you and all you have on is your bra and she straddles your lap as you’re sitting against the headboard. She gets hit by a wave of desire for you and starts grinding your leg and you go and suck on a nipple. She takes the opportunity to unclip your bra and take it off then places her hands on your boobs.

You then place her between your legs and slide a finger in her entrance and she moans out. You notice she’s tight and you slide another finger in to really fill her and she falls forward into you. “Omg! Yes!” She says and you slide them in and out and quickly go faster. “Omg! That feels so good! Yes! Don’t stop! Oh fuck!” She screams out.

“You’re so tight. Been awhile?” You ask her and she nods. “Hmm, how long?” You ask.

“3…we…weeks.” She says and you smile.

“He has you and is able to go 3 weeks without sex?” You say and she whines. You figure he must have a lower than average sex drive and it must be driving her crazy as 3 weeks is too long for her. “You know, when we get together, I don’t think I’ll be able to go more than 3 days without fucking you.” You tell her and she whines again. You place a hand on her back and pull her closer to you and she moans. You place your thumb on her clit and she gasps. A few seconds later her legs start shaking and you feel her clench around your fingers. “Go on and cum.” You tell her and she comes a couple seconds later. You stop your fingers but she starts riding them and places her thumb between her legs to rub her clit and she must still need more and you smile. “Oh you’re very horny.” You say and she moans. You move your fingers in her again and she gasps. You move her fingers out of the way and place your thumb back on her clit and rub it. She places her hands on your back and has her body pushed right up against you. Her legs start shaking again and she comes seconds later. This time it’s you that doesn’t stop and she cries out as she feels another orgasm building and she’s sensitive. The next one hits not even 30 seconds later and she screams out as she comes. You pull out of her gently and she’s holding on to you tightly and you don’t move as her heart rate slows down. She then slides off of you and down your body and is on her stomach and connects her mouth to your clit.

“I love how you taste.” She tells you and goes right back to licking your clit.

“Ooohhh Mel…omg your tongue feels so good!” You say between gasps. She then slides two fingers in your entrance and you scream out. It doesn’t take long until you come with her name in your mouth. She pulls out of you and comes to lay down beside you.

You cuddle each other for a few minutes until you stop shaking and you’re breathing normally. You then go and get a cloth and you both clean yourself up. Melissa then gets dressed and she gives you another kiss before she leaves to go home to end things with Gary.

When she gets home, she takes a deep breath before getting out of the car and going inside. She sees Gary sitting on the couch and watching tv and he’s looking at her with a smile.

“Hey, you’re home. Where’d you go?” He says without any judgement, just curiosity.

“I went to see y/n.” She said to him and he nods, knowing you two are good friends.

“How is she?” He asks and she walks towards him.

“Good. We need to talk though.” She says and sits on the couch next to him. He turns off the tv and turns to her and gives her his full attention.

Melissa then explains everything, leaving out the part that you two had sex. She tells him about the friendship you two formed and when her feelings for you started. Then she admits that she found out you feel the same and that’s why she went to see you.

“And I feel bad about it cause you’re really good to me and I never wanted to hurt you.” She finishes and Gary looks at her with understanding. He then explains how he knew something was going on with the way you both look at each other. Then explains that he’s always wanted what’s best for her and to support her. Melissa looks at him shocked. She expected for him to be angry, not supportive of what she wants and she’s overwhelmed with it. She realises she doesn’t want to let him go but also doesn’t want to let you go, she doesn’t know what to do.

The next day Melissa and Gary arrive in the break room in the morning and you frown. You thought she was talking to him last night but then thought that maybe she didn’t want to do it on Valentine’s Day.

It did hurt a bit when you also see them at lunch, being all happy but didn’t mention anything. Melissa noticed your reaction all day and she feels guilty, knowing she’ll have to make a decision. At the end of the day you go to see her in her classroom.

“Hey Melissa.” You say to her and she spins around to look at you with a smile.

“Hey y/n.”

“So what’s up?”

“I’m happy that it’s Friday.” She answers and you close her door.

“Ya so am I. I was wondering if you’ve done it yet or are you going to, you know, break up with Gary.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Ya, I didn’t want to do it yesterday being as it was Valentine’s Day and a Thursday but I’ll do it. I honestly can’t wait to be with you.” She says and you go and kiss her. She kisses you back and it turns into a heated make out session. You end up getting pushed to her desk and you go and sit on top of it, continuing to make out with her. You then pull back after making out for a few minutes. “I just love kissing you already.” She says and you smile at her.

“I love kissing you too. And I can’t wait until I can kiss you whenever.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“I’ll let you know when I break up with him.” She says and boops your nose and you giggle.

“Alright, but don’t make me wait long.” You tell her and she gives you another kiss and then you both leave.

You go home and sit on your couch and watch tv for the rest of the day, waiting to see when she’ll text you that she broke up with him. You don’t get a text that evening.

The next day she comes to your place in the morning and you open up the door and smile widely when you see her.

“Morning Melissa, so does this mean it’s done?” You ask her and she looks down at the floor.

“We got to talk.” She says and your smile drops and you tilt your head.

“Um…ok.” You say and let her in.

You both sit on your couch and she takes a few deep breaths before speaking.

“I spoke to Gary on Thursday night after coming back from your place. I told him everything, well except for us having sex. And he was so understanding and supportive and I couldn’t let him go. And now I don’t want to let him go at all but I also don’t want to let you go.” She admits and you look at her. You’re processing everything that she just told you and you sigh.

“So let me see if I got this right. So you lied to me and used me to just get the best of both? For him to meet your emotional needs and sleep with me to meet your sexual needs?” You ask and she nods.

“I’m sorry, I never want to hurt either of you.” She says and you suck in a breath.

“You can’t have both of us Melissa, it’s one or the other.” You tell her and she looks defeated.

“I don’t know who to choose.” She admits and your anger comes out.

“If you can’t choose then that means that you just don’t want to tell me that it’s him you’re choosing.” You say sternly and she goes to answer but you don’t want to hear anymore. “Get out.” You grit through your teeth and she looks taken back by your words. “I said get out!” You yell and point to the door. Melissa is on the verge of tears so she does as you say and leaves.

You immediately block her number and text Ava asking if she has plans tonight. She texts you back and tells you what club she’s going to and if you wanted to tag along. You immediately accept and you go to the bar with her and a couple friends of hers and you get drunk. You dance most of the night and get hit on by men and women. You kiss a couple women and by the end of the night Ava gets you a ride home.

You spend Sunday morning trying to not die and get rid of your major hangover that doesn’t leave until the afternoon. Then you spend the rest of the day doing chores, grading and making a couple changes to your lesson plan.

On Monday morning Melissa tries to talk to you but you shut her down and avoid her. You end up avoiding her all day, which is followed by all week and followed by all month.

At the start, Melissa tries to talk to you every chance she gets and found out quickly that you blocked her. As the days go on with you doing everything to avoid her, her hope and determination of talking to you and trying to make it up to you, goes down. You see she eventually gets the hint and stops trying to talk to you. You see she still glances at you throughout the day but those become fewer and fewer as the days pass. Glances you can handle though, as long as she doesn’t try and talk to you then you can deal with her looking at you.

Eventually she stops looking at you at all and you two are basically just co workers who don’t interact. You start to make friends with other teachers that aren’t friends with Melissa or anyone that is friends with Melissa’s friends. Everyone notices the growing distance between you both and Barb is the first to mention something.

“What’s going on with you and y/n?” Barb asks, about 2 weeks after you started avoiding her.

“Nothing, nothing is going on.” Melissa says with a bit of anger. No one mentions it again but feels bad that Melissa is taking it hard, while you seemed to have moved on easily. Ava did mention that you went out to a club with her and her friends and kissed a couple girls, to which Melissa was shocked and got upset at that.

You want everyone to see that what happened between you and Melissa didn’t heavily affect you but in reality, it crushed you.

About 3 months later, you’re having a rather rough night after a bad date so in a split second decision, you unblock her number. All the texts that she sent you in those 3 months pop up and you’re shocked at the amount of texts there were, probably about 200.

Melissa knew you blocked her number but still chose to text you anyway, it made her feel better and no one tried to stop her.

You read all the messages and you feel like you went on a rollercoaster of emotions. She starts with saying how sorry she is about what happened and that she broke up with Gary a week after. Then she goes on saying that she misses you, she misses having you around her, even just as a friend. She says that she wants to have you back and will do anything to make it up to you.

You start to feel sympathy for her as you read them and then remember what she did and how it made you feel and then go back to angry at her and continue reading.

The texts start to get a bit angry as she’s upset about what happened and obviously going through the 5 stages of grief. She goes on saying a bunch of English and Italian curse words, some directed at you and some about the situation. She then goes and apologises for everything she said, even if you never see the texts she’ll know what she said and would feel bad about it. It takes you a good 2 hours to get through all of them. Her last text being the one that hits the hardest.

Melissa: I know you haven’t seen any of these and might never. But wanted to apologise for everything that happened. For not noticing the signs, not having the courage to admit my feelings, and then putting you through hell and having sex with you. I never wanted to use you, it was never my intention. And I’m sorry about the fact that it took losing you to figure out what I want. I guess it’s true what they say, you never know your lover until you let her go. I spent almost 3 months sending you texts, I don’t even know why, but it made me feel better in a way. But now it’s time to fully let go of everything. I wish you the best luck and life you could have and I’m sorry that I messed it up and won’t get to see you thrive and live your best life. Love, Melissa

You cried so much that night and you think about everything that happened and everything she told you and all the texts she sent you. Melissa on the other hand didn’t notice that all her texts went through to you, even the one she sent a week ago. The one she knew she had to send to finally let you go and move on herself.

A week goes by as if you didn’t read all her texts. You’re debating whether you should talk to her or not and think that you should protect yourself and your heart from her. But on the other hand you think about her texts and how hurt she sounded. You see her throughout the day and see that she’s now mostly healed from what happened and you shouldn’t put each other through that again. You come to the decision that you two will never talk and be in each other's lives again.

That day happens to be the same one that you’re too in your head and don’t see a car coming straight for you. All the teachers are heading out to their cars across the street, as they’re fixing the parking lot. You’re crossing the street and it seems you parked right behind Melissa so you two are heading in the same direction. You start crossing the street as she’s saying goodbye to Barb and about to cross as well. Melissa sees a car coming and you don’t notice as you’re crossing, she immediately starts running towards you, and pushes you out of the way right before the car hits you.

Melissa gets hit by the car instead and goes flying into the windshield. Luckily the driver was slowing down as he noticed you walking out onto the street, he still did damage to Melissa but fortunately didn’t kill her. The driver was able to fully stop and got out to go check on her, as well as Barb who saw the whole thing. You hit the pavement and turned around to see Melissa hitting the windshield and rolling off the car. You run towards her as well, overwhelmed with what just happened. You all go towards her and the driver calls for an ambulance.

“Melissa!” You say as you reach her and she’s unconscious as she hit her head on the windshield.

“Oh my Lord!” Barb says as she reaches you both. You both stay by her until the ambulance arrives.

Janine, Jacob, Gregory, Ava and Mr Johnson end up seeing the commotion before the ambulance arrive and go towards it to see what happened. As they get closer they realise Melissa got hit by the car and they start running.

“Omg what happened?” Janine says and sees you with Melissa’s head in your lap and Barb trying to comfort you.

“All my fault!” You exclaimed through tears.

“No it’s not dear. You forgot to check for cars and didn’t notice the car coming, it happens. But it was Melissa’s decision to push you out of the way and got hit by the car instead of you.” Barb says and Janine and Jacob gasp. Ava puts a hand over her mouth in shock, Gregory and Mr Johnson are too stunned to do anything. They all stay with you until the ambulance arrives.

The ambulance gets there 4 minutes after the call was made and they check her over quickly and say she has to go to the hospital for further examination and treatment. They gently and quickly put her on the stretcher and into the ambulance, and then drive to the hospital.

They all stay next to you as they all watch the ambulance drive Melissa to the hospital. You’re still blaming yourself for what happened and even wish that she didn’t push you out of the way. She shouldn’t pay the consequences for your mistake.

You look defeated and walk towards your car and Barb speaks up. “Dear, do you want to get a ride with me and Gerald to the hospital?” She asks you and you turn around.

“Why would I go to the hospital?” You ask her.

“To go see Melissa.” She says with a gentle tone.

“I’m not going to see her. This is all my fault. I mean why did she even push me out of the way? She should have let me get hit by that car!” You say and everyone but Barb leaves so you and Barb can have privacy.

“Sweetheart, it was Melissa’s decision. And she pushed you out of the way because even though whatever happened between you two happened, she still cares about you and would rather save you then watch you get hurt.” She explains softly.

“We haven’t talked in 3 months because I cut her out of my life! How can she still care about me?” You ask with tears in your eyes.

“Melissa feels deeply for people in her life. Once you find yourself in her life then she has hard time letting go, I saw her struggle with trying to let you go. She never said what happened, all she told me was that she screwed up with you.” Barb tells you and you’re crying at this point but you stay away from her when she tries to comfort you.

“I’m not going to the hospital, it’s my fault she got hurt and I don’t want to hurt her more. I do hope she makes a full recovery quickly though.” You tell her and Barb knows you’re not going to change your mind and lets you go. You go to your car and drive home.

She gets Gerald to drive to the hospital to go see Melissa, as well as the trio. They’re surprised when you don’t show up and Barb tells them that you blame yourself. Melissa does end up waking up a few hours later after the doctors treated her injuries. Janine was the first to notice and makes her way to her side beside Barb as Gregory goes to get a Doctor saying she’s awake.

The doctor asks her a few questions and checks her over again and says that she’s healing properly and should be good to go home in a few days. They did mention she’ll need crutches as she got hit in the leg and they put a cast on her left leg. Once the doctor leaves, the trio stays for about half an hour before heading home. As soon as they leave, that's when Melissa asks Barb about you.

“I’m sorry, I tried to get her to come but she was very against it, saying she doesn’t want to hurt you again, and blaming herself for what happened.” Barb tells her and Melissa groans and puts her head back on the pillow. “If it’s any consolation, she was surprised that you pushed her out of the way. She thought you didn’t care about her anymore.” Barb tells her and Melissa looks at her.

“On Valentine’s Day she was going to see me with flowers and a card to confess her feelings for me. She saw how Gary and I declared our feelings and threw out the flowers and the card in the garbage. I guess she must have kicked it in anger cause the bin was knocked over and I saw the flowers and the card. I went over to her place right after and we both confessed our feelings.” Melissa is finally telling Barb what happened. “But then I screwed up. We didn’t hold back and we…we had sex. Then I promised her to go and break up with Gary. I went to do that, like I talked to him about it all but the way he was supportive and understanding made me not want to let him go since it’s been so long since I had a partner like that.” Melissa says and Barb nods in understanding. “She came and talked to me the next day and I promised again to break up with him. But then on Saturday I went over to her house and told her the truth and I said I couldn’t choose between them. She got angry and told me to get out.” Melissa finishes. “That’s what happened.”

“Melissa, you made a mistake, I mean my god. You and y/n are both putting blame on yourselves for making a mistake because you’re human.” Barb says. “It’s not your fault that Gary’s support and understanding made you feel good and left you confused because Joe kept hurting you. And it’s not y/n’s fault that she got distracted and didn’t notice the car coming at her and the fact that you pushed her out of the way and got hit instead.” Barb says and Melissa sniffles. “She got so mad at herself that she wished you just let her get hit.” Barb tells her and Melissa looks at her in shock. “I know you wouldn’t have let that happen and I told her that. But something tells me that there’s more to y/n’s side than she was letting on.” Barb tells her and Melissa goes to her phone to go to your texts to see pictures you sent her. And that’s when her face pales instantly. “What?” Barb asks when she sees Melissa’s face.

“They sent. All the texts that I sent her got delivered. That means she unblocked my number and she must have read them or at least a few of them. Probably not all since I sent a lot.” Melissa says and rambles a bit.

“Do you know when she unblocked your number.” Barb asks.

“It says it was delivered…last week.” Melissa says the last 2 words quietly.

“You know I did notice that she was distracted this week and that she looked at you a few times.” Barb says, knowing that you acted differently this week but didn’t say anything. When you cut Melissa out, you also cut out her, the trio, Ava and Mr Johnson, pretty much everyone in Melissa’s life from school.

A week goes by and Melissa returns back after that. The cast has to stay on her leg for a month and then a brace after for another month. She’s using crutches that she learned to use in the hospital during her stay there.

You secretly spy on her for a week when she returns and you see her get frustrated a few times about her limitations. You stay away though, thinking it’s the best course of action. You even hand Ava your notice, saying after the school year ends in a month, you’re not coming back. Ava accepts the notice but never approves you leaving, she said she’ll put it through on the last day.

On the second week that Melissa returns, she moves one of the crutches wrong, causing her to slip and fall. You happened to be right behind her and you caught her. It took both of you a second to figure out what happened and you lock eyes when you help her back up.

“Thank you.” She tells you and you look down at the ground before looking back up.

“I should be thanking you, this would have been me if you didn’t push me.” You say and she stares at you. This is the first time you guys talk to each other in over 3 months. “Melissa, why did you push me? Why didn’t you just let me get hit?” You ask, the guilt eating away at you.

“Why would I let you get hit? I care about you and I don’t want to see you hurt, especially if I could prevent it.” She says. “I’ll take having to walk around in a cast and with crutches, and cursing when I can’t do something the same way for a bit, if it means that you don’t have too.” She tells you genuinely and you’re speechless.

“How have you been getting to school and back?” You suddenly ask and she tilts her head at you, confused.

“Barb and Gerald have been driving me. They let me sit in the passenger seat to have room for my leg, and they help me in and out of the car.” She explains.

“Can I drive you home tonight?” You blurt out and it takes both of you by surprise. “To give them a break and as a thank you for saving me.” You tell her and she smiles.

“You don’t have to thank me.” She tells you.

“I do actually. I don't know many people who would save someone from getting hit by a car and let themselves get hit instead.” You tell her and she looks down and blushes.

“If you really want, then sure. I’m sure Gerald and Barb would like the break.” She says and you nod.

“Ok, I’ll come to your classroom after school then.” You say and she nods and you walk to your classroom. Melissa watches you walk away and she sighs contentedly. Maybe she can make it up to you after all.

Ava saw the interaction and passes by Melissa. “You might want to interact with her while you still can.” Ava tells her and Melissa looks at her confused.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She asks.

“It means that she gave her notice a couple days ago. After the year is done then she’s not coming back.” Ava tells Melissa, and if she didn’t have crutches then she would have fallen right there.

“She’s leaving?” Melissa mutters but Ava hears her and nods.

“Like I said, interact with her while you still can. There’s 3 weeks until school is done.” Ava says and walks away.

Melissa feels like the weight that once crushed her 3 months ago came back. You were leaving Abbott in 3 weeks and she didn’t know why. She thought you loved it here.

At the end of the day, she’s sitting at her desk when you come and knock on her door that’s open, signalling your presence.

“Ready to go?” You ask and she looks at you. You were probably never going to tell her that you’re leaving, this favour you’re doing is the only thing that you’ll probably do as a thank you before leaving. You were probably just going to finish up the last 3 weeks, and not mention to anyone that you’re leaving. And just leave them to figure it out when they don’t see you again. A bit of anger courses through her at that.

“Why are you leaving?” She asks you and you look at her stunned. You told Ava to not tell anyone, you just want to leave quietly.

“Ava couldn’t keep her mouth shut I see.” You say and her face gets more stern. “I’ll tell you in the car.” You say and she takes that compromise. You help her up and then walk beside her all the way to your car. You take her crutches and help her stay up as she gets in the car and then put the crutches in the back seat.

You get in and start the car and start the way to her house. You see her looking at you and you sigh and take a breathe before answering her question.

“I’m leaving because I have too ok.” You start and she looks confused. “I don’t belong here anymore. I made a couple friends with teachers but nothing too serious. I feel lonely here and all the students and teachers know that you got hit because you saved me. Do you know how many weird looks I get from people daily? I lose count. And I feel guilty everytime I see you or when I hear your crutches. You’re the only one who made me feel welcomed when I got here, and then I cut you and everyone you know at Abbott out of my life. So now I have no one. I figured it was best to leave and just start fresh.” You tell her.

“And you weren’t going to tell anyone?” She asks.

“There’s no one to tell.” You tell her casually and with a shrug. That got to her, the way you said, like you accepted it.

“You told Ava not to tell anyone.” She says.

“That’s because I didn’t want anyone asking why I’m leaving.” You say and glance at her.

“How many of my texts did you read?” She blurts out and she sees you tense. “I saw they got delivered to you, a week before the accident.” She tells you and you sigh.

“I came home after a bad date and I felt vulnerable so I unblocked your number.” You tell her and she gets surprised by you having a date, that means you’re dating again. Melissa decided to break up with Gary and swore off dating forever, not wanting the drama and pain it causes. “I read all of them.” You admit and her eyes go wide. She thought you would never see a single one and it was her way of therapy for losing you.

“I thought you would never see them.” She says and looks down.

“Well whatever the reason you sent so many must have helped as you moved on.” You tell her and snaps her head up at you. “You said so in the last text and you seemed lighter, the week before the accident.” You say. “It’s part of the reason why I thought you didn’t care about me anymore.” You admit.

“What are the other reasons?” She can’t help but ask.

“The fact that I cut you out of my life and you eventually stopped trying to talk to me. I thought you’re the queen of cutting people out and not having any emotional attachment to people that you cut out. Also, I thought you’d be happy with Gary and forget about me.” You tell her and that stung her.

“I broke up with me and I swore off dating.” She tells you and you let out an airy laugh.

“Ya right. Melissa, I know you, you want to be loved, you want to spend your days with someone. For them to give you physical affection and you love cooking for people that you love and want to show that you care.” You tell her.

“You’re right, I want to spend my days with the right person. But that person cut me out of her life because I fucked it up.” She tells you and you’re glad there’s a red light or else you might have made a mistake while driving. “So yes, I gave up because I didn’t see a point.” She tells you and you turn into her neighbourhood. You’re silent for the minute it takes until you pull up in her driveway and then you turn to look at her.

“Why didn’t you choose me then?” You ask her. “I gave you a choice. You told me on Valentine’s Day that you chose me then 2 days later you said you're not choosing me anymore.” You obviously still have anger about what happened.

“I went home and did start to talk to Gary to break up with him. But I never got so much support and understanding that I got from him from anyone else, including Joe. It felt nice and I got confused. I broke up with him a week later but by then it was too late, I already lost you.” She says and a tear rolls down her cheek from remembering how it felt to lose you. “Y/n, it took me 3 months to not always feel the pain of losing you. All I wanted was to talk to you, for you to have me back in any way that you were comfortable with, because I just wanted you in my life. I looked lighter like I moved on but I didn’t, it seemed like that because I was adjusting to life without you, I was finally forcing myself to accept that you weren’t going to be in my life again.” She tells you and looks you in the eyes. “Then I saw that car coming right for you and you didn’t notice. So before I even thought about it, I was running towards you and pushed you to safety, knowing it was you or me that was going to get hit. And I chose for me to get hit, because I care about you. And honestly, if I knew everything that was going to happen, I would have still done it.” She tells you and a tear rolls down your cheek.

She goes to wipe it away but you beat her to it. You turn away from her and wipe your eyes. “Come on, I’ll help you get to your house then I’ll leave you be.” You tell her and she grabs your arm and you look at her.

“You have never been in my way. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I regret not breaking up with Gary when I should have, I regret not choosing you when you gave me the option. There’s so many things I regret and they all centre around you. I regret all the things that made me lose you.” She tells you sternly, making you understand the importance of what she’s saying. You look at her and see how vulnerable she’s being and you’re stunned, she’s never this vulnerable to anyone. Without thinking, you lean in and kiss her. Melissa is stunned for a second then kisses you back. She missed you and even though she only had a few kisses with you, she still remembered what it was like and missed being intimate with you. You pull back a few seconds later with fear in your eyes. “What’s wrong?” She asks you as soon as she sees your eyes.

“I don’t know what came over me. I mean we’re both trying to move on and then I go and do that.” You say and she laughs. You look at her and furrow your eyebrows, confused as hell.

“Oh y/n, I gave you a whole love confession and you think I could ever move on from you?” She asks and your brain goes blank. “You’re adorable. You’re so smart but so clueless. I love you y/n, I always will. No matter what happens, my heart will belong to you.” She tells you and she cups your cheek. “Whether you forgive me or not, whether we’re ever together or never together, if you cut me out of your life forever or let me back in. Even if you break my heart or decide to spend your life with someone else and I have to watch. I will always love you. These past 3 months, I’ve been loving you from a distance. Every day it broke my heart but I never stopped loving you.” She tells you.

“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. And I’ve watched so many romance movies and read so many romance novels, been to multiple weddings and never heard anything as sweet as that.” You tell her and she gives you a watery smile. She goes to pull her hand back when you don’t react further but you grab it and place it back on your cheek and lean into her touch. You undo your seatbelt and lunge forward and kiss her.

“Woah!” She says as it takes her by surprise. Your lips land on hers and she immediately kisses you back. You pull back after a few seconds and look at her.

“I love you too.” You simply say and she smiles. “I’m not even going to attempt a speech because it will never come close to yours.” You tell her and she giggles.

“I don’t need one. I know how you feel about me. I see it in your eyes and feel it in your kisses.” She tells you.

“You should seriously stop talking, because you’re saying all the sweetest things.” You say and she gives you a kiss.

“As much as I would love to stay in this car with you, my butt is going numb.” She tells you and you get out of the car, grab her crutches and open her door. She uses you to push herself up and balances herself with the crutches. You help her into her house and onto her couch. You feel out of place here and you don’t really know what else to do so you say goodbye.

“Well if you don’t need anything else then I’ll just go.” You tell her and she tilts her head at you.

“You don’t want to stay?” She asks.

“Well do you need help with anything else?” You ask.

“You don’t have to help me with something as a reason to stay.” She tells you and sees the conflict in your eyes. “Well it would help if you stayed. Keep me company cause I’ve been really bored. Sitting here most of the evening with nothing to do. I can’t even cook a lot because that requires two hands and perfect timing. And I wouldn’t mind some cuddles. You were right about that too, I crave physical affection from a partner.” She tells you and you make your way over and sit beside her on the couch. You don’t miss the way she beams when you decide not to leave.

“I knew you were a big softie.” You tease and she glares at you.

“If you tell anyone-”

“You’ll what?” You counter and raise your eyebrows, questioning her threat.

“Well I wouldn’t do anything to you but I’ll have to kill them.” She says and you laugh, knowing her threat is empty.

“I do forgive you btw, for what happened. Do you forgive me for what happened to you?” You ask her and she’s confused.

“Y/n, there was nothing to forgive, you didn’t do anything.”

“If I paid attention then it wouldn’t have forced you to save me.” You tell her.

“Y/n, like I said there’s nothing to forgive, but if it makes you feel better then I forgive you.” She tells you and you hug her. You have your arms wrapped around her neck and body pressed to hers. She puts her hands on your back cautiously then hugs you back. Feeling this is more intimate than any kiss she had with her exes. It’s a hug full of love, of promise to not letting each other go again. And you both keep that promise till death do you part.

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Chapter One of: Addicted.

word count: 1,196

Ever since they first met Roman had been hooked. Seth had this spark to him that Roman felt like he could get high off of. June 2nd 2014 replays in his head every day and he just couldn’t stop it. Liv and Rhea worked through their issues so why couldn’t Seth do the same with him?

Friday rolled around and it was about time for the promo segment they had. Seth was sitting in his dressing room when the door opened, revealing Roman.

“Long time no see.”

“Yeah.”

The small talk happened often between the two, they seemed to never be able to get over what happened a whole decade ago. But only when Roman needed..him was when they would actually “talk”. They last time they found themselves “having a conversation” ended in them fucking in Roman’s hotel room.

“What do you need now Ro? Is it Rhea or..-”

“No it’s not her and it never will be. Just wanted to..check on you I guess.” he confessed, not daring to make eye contact with Seth. Truth be told he was actually nervous around Seth due to him being the only one to see him so vulnerable.

“I see..why don’t you close the door and come have a seat hm? We have 20 minutes to spare.” Seth spoke to which Roman obliged and sat down on the black leather couch.He didn’t speak, just sat there trying to form his words before he said something stupid. “Heard about you and Rhea last week, everyone was talking about it. You know you two really have to work that whole shit out before the whole world knows.” Seth broke the silence which quickly reminded Roman of what happened the week before.

Flashback.

“Rhea you know that wasn’t supposed to happen. I swear I didn’t mean f-“ “BULLSHIT. You swore no one and I mean absolutely no one would find out about that yet here comes Jimmy throwing the shit in my face!” The two went back and forth. What were they arguing about, you may ask? Well to cut shit short they hooked up after Rhea retained her championship at Elimination Chamber. They swore up and down it meant nothing to them but god knows they were both wrong.

“Rhea I’m sorry ok? He must’ve saw the messages in my phone ok just-“ “No Roman that’s bullshit. Why the fuck would he even have your phone?!”

“HEY! Can you two knock it off? People are looking. Take this somewhere private for fucks sake” Dominik finally spoke, having enough of them bickering. The two looked at him and looked at each other, choosing to go into her dressing room to talk.

End of Flashback.

“Yeah..we’re trying, she’s still mad at me and rightfully so.” “I mean I would expect her to be, you swore to keep it private but let your idiot cousin ruin it” Roman sighed and nodded at his words. Letting his head fall into his hands he sat there, not really knowing how to take in all of the stuff he’s been dealing with. Seth stood up from his chair and sat next to him, placing his hand on his thigh.

“Look Ro. Try talking to her next week alright? Now cmon we don’t have much time before the segment and you know how long your cousin takes.” he cracked a joke that made Roman laugh, I mean he was right cause my god did Rock take forever.

Fast Forward.

Everything was going fine in the segment..until Roman grabbed the mic. The second the words “crossdresser” left his lips, Seth’s mood completely changed. At first Seth could not even believe what the fuck he was hearing and then it hit him what Roman actually said. He knew Roman would definitely be paying for that later.

Hour and ½ later

“Seth you know I didn’t mean it just please-“

“No Roman I don’t want to hear it. That’s what you wanna call me now really? Oh just the other night you were calling me d-“

“OK! Jesus I get it. Look I said sorry ok?”

“Don’t wanna hear it. Meet me in my room got it?” “..Alright.”

20 Minutes Later.

“Seth can you- not tease like that..” Roman breathed out with a slight whine, being teased by Seth for 5 fucking minutes that felt like an eternity. “Someone is needy tonight huh pretty boy?” Seth chuckled out, finally giving into what Roman wanted. “Damn near didn’t need any l..lube.” Seth breathed out as he eased himself inside. Roman’s breath hitched as he gripped onto the sheets in front of him. He attempted to reach back to hold Seth’s hand but was quickly slapped. “No touching. For me to be a crossdresser you know..you seem more like the type.” he spoke with a small laugh at the end, not wasting his time as he began thrusting at a rough pace.

Roman’s body damn near fell forward if it wasn’t for Seth holding him up by his waist, with all the teasing he went through on the way to the room and during those 5 minutes he was sensitive. “S- Seth-“ Roman choked out, already feeling like he was getting close with the insane pace Seth was going at. “Cmon pretty boy..you know that’s not my name.”

“f..fuck. please daddy” he finally whined out making Seth smile. “That’s more like it..” he chuckled out, lifting one of Roman’s legs over his shoulder. The position was nothing new for the two but it always made Roman let out the sluttiest high pitched moan you could ever think of. Roman was a babbling mess at this moment, unable to even form a proper sentence. “c..close” he built up the courage to whine out. “Fine pretty boy.. let go for me” and with those exact words, he came. Seth wasn’t far behind and before Roman could even process everything, Seth pulled out and flipped him around.

“You know what to do.” Oh he definitely knew.

15 minutes later.

“Roro..Cmon get up big boy” Seth sighed as he lifted Roman up off the bed, sitting him up straight to wipe his entire body down. Roman just sighed and rested his head against Seth’s shoulder.

“You going back to your room”

“Yeah..just give me a minute.”

Seth nodded and let him down carefully to lay there, placing his clothes in a pile on the chair next to the bed(it wasn’t there before🌚). Seth went to the bathroom and got a wet towel, leaning down to clean up some spots off the floor.

Roman sat up and slowly put his clothes on, not really speaking to Seth. This happened often between them, they would just fuck and not speak. It pained him but he would never mention it. Seth watched as Roman grabbed his stuff off the night stand and walked to the door.

“Hey..make sure to call me tomorrow alright? I have something planned for you.” Seth spoke as Roman opened the door making him stop.

What in the entire fuck was Seth planning??

“Yeah..alright.” he responded and walked out the door.

[noelle-holi-gay]

Dess, who is trapped in the Void, becoming a big sister figure to the Discarded Vessel.

"Okay, uh, this is…Dess Holiday, void log, Year Three, March 16." Dess sighed, holding her phone up to her mouth as it recorded her voice. "I'm really fucking mad right now, and Gaster says to record these when I'm mad to vent the energy, and even though I'm still pretty sure that man is not a licensed therapist, I don't have much else to do. So here I am."

She groaned, pausing for a second, to lean back against the strange, soft, shifting wall of her makeshift bedroom. Well, it was less of a bedroom and more of a sad little box of condensed metaphysical void-matter floating in the middle of endless black nothingness, but it was hers, dammit, and she was at least thankful for the relative privacy.

"Chara's really getting on my fucking nerves again, the little shit. They remind me of Kris, but if Kris was, like, way more fucking annoying. Gaster says it's the trauma but I don't give a shit what it is, to be perfectly honest. It's taking all the restraint I have not to kick their ass so hard they become alive again and then die again, except for good this time, cause they fucking—they stained my goddamn jacket with some of Gaster's weird fucking experiment goop, and—I don't know how to get this shit out!"

She turned away from her phone for a second to glare at her varsity jacket, which was hanging on a creepy gnarled hook on her wall. The fabric was stained with something sticky and green all over one side.

"I spent like an hour trying to get it off with some paper towels, but whatever the fuck this stuff is, it refuses to come out." She grimaced. "I tried to ask Gaster about it, but he just said, 'Oh, you probably should not touch that', which, like—wow, thanks, man. So fucking helpful. Like, Angel, this is—this is like, literally a third of my wardrobe, and now it's ruined. I'm so fucking mad. I wanna grab that scrawny little smiling piece of shit and unkill them and then kill them again. I think I already said that, but, like, fuck! Ugh! It'd be different if—"

The door to her room cracked open, and Dess glanced over to see a pale figure standing in the doorway.

Dess stopped the recording. "Oh, uh, hey, Vess. What's up?" She frowned. "And, uh, close the door, by the way. You'll let in the nothingness."

The vessel reached behind itself and closed the door. 'Sorry,' it signed.

"No, uh, you're good, dude. It was mostly a joke. Cause there's nothing out there. You know? Nevermind. What's up?"

Dess stuffed her phone back into her pants pocket. The Vessel was pretty new around here, relatively, and Dess was still getting used to its strange demeanor. It seemed nice enough, though, and Dess felt pretty bad for it, considering what happened when Gaster tried to connect to the player. Because the connection had gotten all screwed up, now the vessel was trapped in here, too; and Dess knew how much that sucked.

'I am very sorry about your jacket,' the vessel signed. 'I know it brought you joy.'

"Uh—well, yeah, I guess it did." Dess shrugged. "But what can you do? Chara's a bitch like that."

The vessel seemed to pause for a moment before moving its hands again. 'Do you hate Chara now?'

"That—" Dess blinked. "Uh. I mean, I'm mad at them, but…well, I don't know if I, like, hate them hate them. Like, they're just a kid, you know? Kids are stupid."

'I am not sure I understand,' said the vessel. 'How can you be mad at someone without hating them?'

"Uh…right. I'm guessing that bit of info wasn't exactly bundled into the whole, like, gift of mind thing, then, huh?"

'The gift of mind grants me the capacity to think and learn,' explained the vessel. 'It does not grant me any a priori understanding of the world.'

"Right. Well, uh. Yeah, you can be mad at someone without hating them." Dess patted the ground next to her. "Why don't you sit?"

'Because I see no distinct reason to do so.'

Dess couldn't help rolling her eyes. "No, I mean, I want you to come sit next to me while I explain this."

The vessel stalled for a second, then walked over and sat itself down next to Dess.

"So, I'm kind of mad at everyone all the time," Dess said. "It's, like, my default state. I was always mad at my mom back home, because she wouldn't let me do the things I wanted to do. But she was my family, and I still loved her, even when I was mad at her. And like—I had this friend, Kris, who was basically a younger sibling to me. And, god, they would do the stupidest crap—a lot like Chara. And I got so mad. I'd chase them around the house with my bat trying to beat the crap out of them, sometimes, with how mad I got. But I never hated them. I could never hate Kris. Does that make sense?"

'I think so,' the vessel signed. 'And this…Kris. They are the same human who received my host in error?'

"Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, they are." Dess looked off to the side. "I hope they're okay. They were—they were strong, a strong kid, but they were also kind of a loner, and I just—I hope this whole 'player' thing won't hurt them too bad."

The vessel tilted its head to the side. 'They are like your jacket to you?'

"What? No." Dess laughed. "Look, I'm mad about what happened to my jacket, but at the end of the day, it's just a piece of fabric. Kris was my friend. Here—this can be a good example. So, Chara messed up my jacket, and I'm mad at them. Right? But I don't hate them."

'Right,' the vessel followed.

"But if someone were to hurt Kris?" Dess's eyes narrowed. "Then I would hate that person."

'I believe I understand.' The vessel paused for a moment in thought. 'And this distinction…it lies between objects that bring you joy, and people that bring you joy?'

"Well…yeah. I care a lot more about my friends and family than the stuff I own, and I'm more upset when they're hurt."

'May I ask one more question?'

"Yeah. Course."

'To which category do I belong?'

Dess blinked at the vessel for a second, then smiled. "You're a person, Vess. You're a friend. And if someone hurt you, I'd hate them, too."

'I see.' The vessel turned away from her a little. 'Thank you. For the explanation.'

"Yeah." Dess moved over and bumped them lightly in the shoulder. "Anytime."

[final-girl96]

Firefly Chapter Sixty-Five

A/N: And this is the end of this story. Thank you for reading. Ageless Secrets will be out soon.

YN

“Walk them out to the highway, leave them there with his pack. Give her this. They try anything… shoot them,” she told two of her men.

They led Joel and I down the hallway to the stairwell. On our way Joel stopped looking at the sign that told you which direction the operating rooms were. “I didn’t hear anyone say, “Stop.” The guard said, pushing Joel. “Which way?” Joel asked. “Down the stairs.” We walked down a few stairs until Joel and I both stopped, giving each other a knowing look.

“The fuck are you doin’? Keep walking. I said keep walk…” Joel took the firefly who was pushing him and I took the other. We knocked them to the floor, taking their guns, and then killing them. I checked them for any other weapons, picked Joel's bag up and threw it to him. I pulled mine on and picked up Ellie's knife, shoving it into my pocket. I gave Joel a nod and we quietly slipped out the stairwell door.

“Fuck!” The guard said in surprise to Joel and I sneaking up on him. Joel pointed his gun in the guy's face. “Where is she?” He asked. “Fuck you,” The firefly spat. I walked up to him and put my gun to his head, “I don’t have time for this.’ Then shit him.

“Shots fired. Shots fired!” We heard over the radio the dead firefly had on his belt. Joel and I continued our way to the operating room, killing fireflies on the way there. We had one goal and that was to get Ellie and get the fuck out of here.

Joel busted through the door, startling the nurses and surgeon. “How did you get in here?” The surgeon asked. Ellie was on the table, hooked up to the monitors. Joel walked up to the surgeon and pointed his gun at him. “Unhood her,” I told the nurse. When she didn't move I raised my voice and gun. “I said unhook her!”

“I won’t let you take her,” the surgeon said and without missing a beat, Joel shot him. The nurses screamed and he trained his gun on them next. “Unhook her.” With trembling hands they unhooked her. “Move!” Joel yelled and they jumped away from him. There was blood flowing downCEllie's arm from where the IV was, “Cover her arm,’ I told the nurse I had my gun trained on. “Fast.” She did as I told her and Joel picked Ellie up. On the way out I shot both nurses.

I shot anyone who got in our way towards the elevators. We had a least a dozen fireflies chasing us as we stepped onto the elevator and the doors shut. Joel hit the button for the car garage and we waited. The doors opened and we walked out, heading for one of the vehicles.

“You can’t keep her safe forever.” We paused, slowly Turning around. Marlene was standing there a few feet away. “No matter how hard you try, no matter how many people you kill, she’s gonna grow up, Joel. And then you’ll die. You'll both die. She’ll leave. Then what?” I had my gun trained on her, ready to kill her if she tried to stop us. “How long till she’s torn apart by Infected or murdered by raiders? Because she lives in a broken world that you could have saved.”

“Maybe,” Joel said gruffly. “But it isn’t for you to decide,” she told him. “Or you.” I said. “So what would she decide, huh? ‘Cause I think she’d wanna do what’s right. And you know it. You both know it. It’s not too late. Even now…even after what you’ve done. We can still find a way,” Marlene said. A gunshot went off and she went down, holding her side. Joel had shot her, turned around and put Ellie in the back seat of an SUV. “Get in the car,” he told me. I didn't argue. A few seconds later another Gunshot went off.

We drove away from the hospital, got on the highway, and headed back in the direction we needed to go to get back to Tommy's. We drove for hours until Ellie woke up. Joel and I had talked about what we would tell her when she asked what happened. I didn't like lying to her but we couldn't exactly tell her the truth, not right now.

Ellie groans fr9m the back seat, “What?”

“It’s all right. You’re with me and yn,” Joel told her, looking in the rearview mirror at her. I turned in my seat to look at her. “Take it slow. The drugs are still wearin’ off,” I told her. She slowly sat up a little more, holding her head. “I was with the Fireflies and then… What drugs?” She asked.

“They were runnin’ some tests on you… and some others. Turns out there’s a whole lot more like you… people that are immune. Dozens of ’em. And the doctors, they couldn’t make any of it work. They’ve actually…” Joel paused and looked at me. “They’ve stopped lookin’ for a cure,” I softly told her. Ellie's shoulders slumped and she ducked her head. “Where are my clothes?”

I looked back at Joel, a sickening feeling twisting my insides. All she wanted to do was help people, save the world. “Raiders attacked the hospital. We barely got ya outta there,” Joel told her. “We’ll find you some new ones on the way,” I said. She gave me a small nod. “Were people hurt?”

“Yes.”

“Is Marlene okay?” She asked. Joel didn't answer but he didn't need to. The silence was more than enough answer. “I’m takin’ us home.” Ellie laid back down, turned towards the seat, and closed her eyes. Joel laced his fingers through mine, pulling my hand to his lips, and kissing my knuckles. “She'll be alright.” I don't if he was trying to convince me or himself.

Hours later the SUV broke down. “Well, she got us close enough. We gotta walk the rest of the way. Probably about a five-hour hike… but we can manage that. Remember?” Joel asked, looking at Ellie. We had stopped a few different times along the way to look for clothes for Ellie and other supplies. Ellie sat in the driver's side, pulling the sleeve of her shirt down. “Yeah.”

We began walking on a path through the woods. “You know, Sarah and I used to hike like this all the time. I wouldn’t say it was her favorite thing,” Joel said. It was nice hearing him talk about Sarah. It's been too long. “I would say it definitely wasn't her favorite thing,” I said, chuckling.

“She wasn’t a fan of the mosquitoes and such. But she was a big climber… or scampering. That’s probably the right word. That girl… she’d see a big rock, and just… pew. She woulda liked you,” he said, looking back at Ellie. “Not to say the two of you are the same. Definitely different kids.”

“How so?” Ellie asked. Joel Took a deep breath. “Well, she was a lot more… I wanna say girly, and I’m not sayin’ that you’re not girly.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you’re not. She was taller. She had a killer smile. Again, not sayin’ that you don’t. But you know why I think she’d like you?” He asked her. “Why?” Ellie asked. I knew she was only engaging to make Joel happy. But I also knew she was lost in her head about the whole no cure thing. I hated that we lied. I know that one day she will find out and she will hate us for lying to her.

“‘Cause you’re funny. I think you would’ve made her laugh. Anyway, I bet you would’ve liked her back,” Joel said, with a smile on his face. “Yeah, bet I would’ve.” We crossed over a stream and an embankment. “There ya go. Not much further now.” In the distance we could see the town of Jackson.

“Hey, wait,” Ellie said, stopping us. Joel and I turned and looked at her. “Fuck. Back in Kansas City, you asked me about the first time I killed someone.” Joel nodded softly. “When I got bit in the mall, I-I wasn’t on my own. My best friend was there and she got bit, too.” Ellie sniffles and her voice cracks. “We didn’t know what to do, and she says, “We can just wait it out… be all poetic and just lose our minds together.” And then she did. And I had to…” She took a pause and composed herself before going on. “Her name was Riley… and she was the first to die. And then it was Tess. And then Sam.”

I walked over to her and pulled into me, kissing the top of her head. Her arms wrapped around my waist. “That’s not on you,” I told her. She pulled away and looked up at me and then to Joel. “I know, but…” Joel cut her off, walking closer to us. “Look, sometimes things don’t work out the way we hope. You can feel like… like you’ve come to an end… and you don’t know what to do next. But if you just keep goin’… you find something new to fight for. And maybe that’s not what…”

“Swear to me,” Ellie said, cutting him off. She stepped back and looked at the both of us. “Swear to me that everything you said about the Fireflies is true.” I swallowed thickly and looked at Joel out of the corner of my eye. “I swear. We swear.” I don't think she believed us but she wanted to. “Okay.” One day I knew she would find the truth out. But I hoped that day would either never come or it would come much much later down the road, like years from now.

[foxes-that-run]

Golden

Golden and Fine Line are the bookends of the album and written first. Golden is so joyous, but also asking his muse to let him in, in Fine Line they cross the friendship line and the album ends on an uncertain note but 'we'll be alright'.

I have watched this video more than I'll ever admit, I love it so much. This section where he's running as hard as he can to catch up to her:

This is similar to this part of As it was, it tells of their break ups, hook ups, careers happen and he loses her, stops trying to catch up and runs alone, devastated (before he lets go of the past and dances off):

The film clip was in September 2020, 2 years after writing the song.

Writing

To Rolling Stone:

That places it around September 2018, after he broke up with Camille and the events of Fine Line(/Cruel Summer.)

To Zane Lowe, Harry said he started with an idea for the album but not the release date in mind. Harry talked about having a plan for future albums but he took Tyler's advice to make Fine Line the record he wanted to make now as opposed to what was planned. This is interesting because:

October 2012 - While they were dating, the Red Liner notes foreshadow a future album that included 'love shines golden'

August 2019 - Lover is released on the 13th year of her career, before her 30th birthday, ending on "Love is Golden like Daylight"

13 December 2019 - on Taylors 30th Birthday Fine Line is released, opening with 'You're so Golden, take me back to the light'.

Lyrics

[Intro] Hey! [Verse 1] Golden, golden, golden as I open my eyes Hold it, focus, hoping, take me back to the light I know you were way too bright for me I'm hopeless, broken, so you wait for me in the sky Brown my skin just right You're so golden

In the first verse is depicted in the film clip, working as hard as he can to win back this person with his own success and love for them. He often describes his muse as in the sky (here), chasing clouds (Story of my Life, Late night talking MV) and "I'm on the roof, you're in your airplane seat" in Daylight, also that MV has him climbs down a ladder in the sky.

[Verse 2] I don't wanna be alone I don't wanna be alone when it ends Don't wanna let you know I don't wanna be alone But I can feel it take a hold (I can feel it take a hold) I can feel you take control (I can feel you take control) Of who I am, and all I've ever known Lovin' you's the antidote Golden

The second verse is moving from desiring the muse to being vulnerable, As it was is more direct on this saying that "In this world, it's just us / You know it's not the same as it was" which means this muse is the only person for him. To me, that person is Taylor and there is an overtone of being isolated by fame here and finding someone who feels like home in an unmanageable life.

Thank you @womanexile for highlighting Anitdote which Harry refers to in:

Every since New York: " Choose your words 'cause there's no antidote / For this curse. Oh, what's it waiting for?"

Daylight: "You got the antidote / I'll take one to go, go, please"

And in One Directions End of the Day also likened being apart as an illness " You're the one that I want at the end of the day / She said the night was over, I said it's forever/ 20 minutes later, wound up in the hospital / The priest thinks it's the devil, my mum thinks it's the flu / But, girl, it's only you"

[Chorus] You're so golden I don't wanna be alone You're so golden You're so golden I'm out of my head, and I know that you're scared Because hearts get broken [Bridge] (Golden, golden, golden, golden)x7 I know that you're scared because I'm so open

I think Fine Line overall, and Harry's House to a greater degree show maturing. When talking to Zane about Cherry Harry said: "In the moment I felt like I was realizing some stuff about being more open and not being, like 'I don't care'".

I think, where the 1D songs are about young love and the debut songs are like an open wound - it is not until Fine Line he started to look with some distance on what was lost.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

For Valentine's day

Satoru and « Let me finish my game first », with y/n playing video games.🌶️

Shout out to Doja cat for making Nintendhoe, a song I played on repeat while writing this, lol.

Now Presenting...

Gojo X Gamer!Reader. Reader uses She/Her and has female annatomy.

"Gojo, fuck off." You said, pushing him away from you as you tried to focus on your game. You had been stuck on this boss for way longer than your ego would let you admit.

"Oh, come on Babygirl," he purred to you, "I bet you'd kill this guy in a second if you weren't so stressed. Let me help." Satoru tempted you, trying to pull you into his lap and kiss your neck. Your focus was in hyper mode though, and you continued to ignore him. 

"I bet I'd have this guy dead already if you would stop feeling me up." You grumbled to him, cursing under your breath as you missed your opportunity to do some damage. "Just, let me finish my game first, and then we can fuck, ok?" You said, not really having in you to try your hand at dirty talk at the moment. 

"But what If I don't wanna wait?" Gojo asked, sitting on the floor in front of your couch. 

"Then it sucks to suck don't it?" You muttered, so engrossed in your game you didn't even realize it when Satoru had made his way in front of you until you felt him playing with the hem of your athletic shorts. "What are you doing?" You asked as you crossed your legs. 

"I'm not doing anything!" Satoru teased, uncrossing your legs for you, "I'm helping, can't you tell?" He smirked up at you, knowing he was going to win this war. You didn't recross your legs. 

"And how is this going to help, exactly?" You asked, narrowly dodging an attack from the boss. The tedium of this fight was getting on your nerves. 

"Something, something, I'm helping you to relax." Gojo said, leaning up to kiss your stomach. He hooked his thumbs into your shorts, waiting for permission to pull them down. Well, you were already losing. What was there to lose? You lifted your hips off the couch, giving him room to remove your shorts and underwear all in one go. Gojo grinned as he did so, booking up at you with dazzling blue eyes.

“See, I knew you’d come around.” He winked. 

“What can I say?” You muttered, dodging a heavy attack from the boss, “You’re just that irresistible.”

“But not irresistible enough to  have your full attention?” he asked, kissing the inside of your thigh as he spread your legs apart. 

“Nope, gotta earn it.” You smirked. Gojo nipped softly at your inner thigh. Earn it? He could do that. He smiled as he teasingly left hickeys blooming along your inner thighs. You moaned softly at the feeling, almost getting lost in it before you remembered you had a monstrosity to kill. You focused back in on your game, much to your boyfriend's displeasure.

So he decided to take it up a notch. He moved his focus to your folds, licking teasingly at your clit and causing you to yelp softly. “Satoru!” you moaned out, trying to keep focus.

“That's me.” Gojo muttered into your clit, sucking on it as he slipped two fingers into your dripping pussy. You struggled to maintain focus, but the way his fingers curled into you felt too good to ignore. You moaned out his name, the stress leaving your shoulders as you reached a hand down to tangle into his hair.

“Fuck…” you muttered softly, bucking your hips up greedily into his mouth. He traced circles onto your clit with his tongue, looking up at you with excited doe eyes. Fuck, Gojo was probably the only person in the world that could still look like a god when he was the one on his knees. You felt a familiar and welcomed knot form in your stomach. You threw your head back, enjoying every minute of this, even when you heard your character die in the game. You hardly registered it as you chased your high.

“Fuck, Satoru, I’m-” The sentence died on your lips, replaced with a moan as he curled his fingers just right inside you, stroking your g-spot. You tangled his hair into a death grip, getting lost in the euphoria of his mouth as the knot in your stomach finally snapped. Waves of ecstasy hit you in tidal waves as he ate you out through your high. The grip your legs had on his head should have by all means killed him (Not that he’d complain.) 

When you finally returned to your body, you looked down to see Gojo grinning at you like the devil himself. “So,” he smirked, giving you a quick kiss, “Have I earned your attention yet?”

[thegodovereverything]

TMNTober

prompt: masks

gen: rise

ao3

@tmntober-2023

cw: angst, off screen death, on screen death, major character death, way too little editing

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The first mask was when he was ten. Raph had already gotten his own on his tenth birthday, which all three brothers called unfair. But then Donnie and his tenth birthday approached, and Leo couldn’t stop bugging his dad about it. 

“C’ mon Dad! Raph already got his own mask, now it's my turn! For mine, can you make it blue and less bandanady? I wanna look like Lou Jitsu! And Lou Jitsu has these glasses that look a bit like upside down masks. But can it be in blue? You don’t even need to make Donnie one! Please? ”

His dad always chuckled and said, “Maybe, Blue, if you’re good.”

Leo always pouted and left for a bit, only the next day with the same requests.

Dad had worked a couple days sewing Donnie and his masks. Leo had pretended not to notice when Dad had snuck into his room and tried to sneakingly mark Donnie and Leo’s eyes on the fabric.

He had placed them in their christmas stockings and the tails poked out playfully. Leo had instantly fallen in love.

He put it on and admired himself in the mirror. They reminded him of Lou Jitsu’s glasses, a revelation that made him squeal. Dad had listened to him! He showed off his mask to his other brothers.

“Look! Dad made me a different type of mask ‘cause I’m cooler than you!”

“Did not!” Donnie protested.

“Did too!” 

______

The second mask was much later. It wasn’t blue and it wasn’t his. Raph had, without Leo’s permission, gone on a mission with Casey Sr. and Mikey to investigate reports of a nearby village that had found a cure for krangification.

Leo had looked at the live footage their communicators broadcasted in the days that followed near obsessively. 

There were times where April would come into Donnie’s lab to get his brother to bed, only to find a different brother staring intently at the monitor. She would nudge Leo gently. He’d barely glance her way. The monitor at most showed one of his brothers or Casey Sr. walking steadily through the barren wasteland that their home had become, but Leo started to believe that if he didn’t watch them then something terrible was going to happen to them. Something he can’t control. She seemed to understand that mindset, as she asked Donnie to get Leo’s monitor in his room hooked up to the footage. She was certain that once Leo was in his own bed willingly, he might actually fall asleep. 

After three days, she was proved right. Leo unwillingly slept that night. It was something he regretted for the rest of his life. Donnie had recorded the footage, which Leo watched so many times that every miniscule moment was ingrained into his mind. 

First Raph, Mikey and Casey Sr. come into the village. It was surrounded on all sides by sheer cliffs, with only one slim path for them to squeeze through. A red fog had draped over the ground, only allowing the slight outline of a village through its misty grasp. 

Raph signaled for everyone to proceed with caution, and they all stepped trepidatiously into the village. The only noise was from what looked like a community center. It was quiet, almost so quiet that Leo didn’t notice it on his first watch through. Raph told them to wait while he went to investigate.

Casey Sr. and Mikey waited impatiently for three minutes before deciding to go inside. Leo wished they didn’t. Mikey was never the same after what he saw. 

Raph was holding an unconscious person, who had krang pulsating underneath their skin. He has smiled, assuring and comforting and everything he will never be again.

The person had woken up before anyone could say a word and screeched out wordlessly. Everyone in the world knew that sound. It told them that the infected were close and would all be moving towards that screech. They were not equipped for a hoard. They all knew it. 

“Run!” His brother yelled. Mikey and Casey Sr. were wired to his orders. Like a switch for a light, they didn’t question or hesitate. They ran. Raph had yelled a battle cry, the light from his ninpo reflected in the damp fog. 

Then Raph screamed, and the camera shook as Mikey stumbled. His younger brother steadied himself and turned. Then Mikey wailed. Chains rose up and blinded the cameras, striking through the chest of the krangified person Raph had been holding. The chains rose and used the still attached person as a makeshift Kusari-fundō, plowing through the fields of krangified beings that approached. It was the first time his younger brother had summoned the chains in combat. 

Casey Sr. ran to Raphs side, yelling her war cry. His plastron was completely cracked through where his heart laid and his eyes were without life. 

She called Leo, who instantly shot awake at the sound of his ringing phone. The monitor in front of him stalled his every thought. All he could see was his brother. Dead. 

He didn’t have time to mourn right then. He made a portal and got them home, including his brother's corpse. Mikey had instantly collapsed, exhausted. Leo tucked him into his bed, then faced Raph.

He took the mask off of his brother's face and wrapped it around his sword. No matter where he went, he’ll take his brother with him. 

_____

The third mask was much too soon. Donnie had gotten obsessed with revenge, with hunting down the Krang and making them pay . When he left, it was silently. Leo only noticed he was gone by the mask draped over his keyboard, with a note for Leo to go to the ‘Leo’ file on the computer. 

Donnie popped up on the screen.

“Leo, if you're seeing this I am either dead or you noticed my absence too quickly. In order to keep your attention on this very thoughtful recording, I have attached my vitals In the upper right corner of the screen. Please focus on what I say more than my heart rate,” Leo's eyes instantly looked up at the vitals that were on the upper right. His brother’s heartbeat pumped at 160bpm. Leo tried to pull up Donnie’s coordinates.

“And don’t think about trying to get my coordinates. I have deactivated that feature of my tracker.”

Leo sat back, horrified. Just what was his twin doing? And where the heck did he go?

“Now, I’m sure you’re wondering just where I’ve gone. I can easily assure you that I have made this decision with a clear mind and pure logic. My emotions do not cloud my judgment so easily. However, emotions have nothing to do with the fact that they killed our brother and that I am making them pay .” A strangled gasp escaped Leo's throat, “Although my projected chance of dying is only at 60%, I felt it better to prepare just in case. As you carry Raph’s mask around with you always, I thought I’d also give you the comfort of mine in case of my passing.” 

Donnie’s recording continued to talk in the background. Leo brought his legs up and wrapped his arms around his knees. The world became blurry as tears budded up. He had to do something, right? 

A shaking hand brought his phone to his face. The phone rang. His brother never picked up.

The heart rate that had been going so quickly suddenly stopped. Donnie’s voicemail lines and the still talking recording overlapped each other. His hand went limp and the phone dropped to the floor.

“I have taken care to keep instructions on how to continue to run the base in the ‘Instructions’ folder. And Leo, I love you. I’ll see you soon.”

He sat there for hours. Mikey had been the one to find him, staring at the still vitals as Donnie’s recording looped. His younger brother had collapsed, sobbing into Leo’s shoulder. Leo mechanically picked up Donnie’s mask and wrapped it by Raph’s. Another brother he wasn’t with when they died. Another brother to keep by his side.

______

The fourth mask was during an argument. Leo and Mikey were camped a bit away from the rest of the rebellion. Their campfire was at a gentle flame, at odds with the intensity at which both brothers were talking.

“I refuse to be kept to the sidelines! I am a mystic warrior , Leo, and I can’t be a warrior without fighting!”

“Mikey, please, you’re too important to just go out there! I can’t let you get hurt or…” Leo trailed off, rubbing the masks wrapped around his sword subconsciously. Mikey scowled at that.

“I will not be another mask on your sword!” Mikey tore off his mask and stomped over the campfire. He hovered the mask over the flame, holding it by the short bands. It dangled tauntingly over the flames.

“Wait, Mikey, wait–”

His little brother, his only remaining brother, didn’t wait. His mask went up into flames instantly. 

Little flakes of fabric rose up with the smoke, resting on the rocky floor. It felt like a sucker punch to Leo’s gut. He watched as something that in his mind has defined his family for so long got destroyed so easily. 

“Mikey,” He said his brother’s name softly, mournfully. 

Mikey gave a quiet sob as he swept away his tears roughly.

“I’m not planning on dying anytime soon, ok? So stop being such a mother hen and let me do what needs to be done. We both know that without my mystic prowess we will fall. I’m the only mystic left, so let me do my thing.”

Leo opened his arms, a silent offer. Mikey rushed into his arms. Both of their shoulders shook from their sobs as both brothers collapsed on the other. The mask went up to flames, but Leo’s brothers were still with them. And they always will be.

[dykecassidy]

hey hi heres a fic i did [checks] two years ago for a different version of her but i think about it all the time. adding it to this post for uh. botch and injury reasons (nothing very graphic, a little blood)

the set up is shes a younger new talent in aew, comes in hotshot with a few wins asap. and, as soon as it started, i started shipping her with yuta ///

“I wanna challenge for the pure title,” Riley said quick, a gut punch, trying to get the sentence out in one breath.

“Jesus christ,” yuta breathed, dropping his head. “I’m inside you.”

Riley was level, regular. “I don’t mean right now,” she said, cupping her boyfriend’s face. “Just— I think it’d be a good loss for me.”

“Oh my god,” Yuta groaned. “Is this— do you wanna stop? Is that it? You can just ask.” he started to pull his hips back, started to shift away.

“No, no,” Riley said, hooking a leg around him, “no, finish— we’ll talk after”

[after]

Yuta ruffled a towel over his head, water dripping from his hair onto his lap. “So,” he said slow, cautious, “you wanna challenge for my title?”

“Uh-huh,” Riley said, looking into her suitcase, picking out an outfit. “I don’t wanna win it, that’s too much, but I think a title challenge is a good first loss for me.” she pulled out a couple shirts, tossed them next to each other on the bed. “Any other belt would be—” he hands gestured aimlessly in the air, trying to pull the right word out of the atmosphere. “— too big, i think.”

“Too big,” yuta repeated. 

“Yeah,” Riley said, frowning. “I could try for the TNT belt, that would be fine, but the world champ is— it’d be a whole thing.”

Yuta sat up straight, towel around his shoulders. “Uh-huh,” he said, “so why not the TNT? If it’s fine.”

Riley turned back to her suitcase, digging. Chewing over her answer.

“Priss wouldn’t want it,” she said eventually. “Or— if they’re gonna try for an AEW belt, why not the belt, not the TV title.” She picked up a skirt, held it up, folded it back together and put it back down. “The pure belt— the rules give it a grit, makes it special.”

The room went quiet. Fabric rustling, the air con humming. Riley’s nerve broke, and she looked up— Yuta smiling at her, that indulgent, squinting smile he had. Either practised and smug or genuine and thoughtless. 

“...What?” she asked, nervous smiling bubbling up.

He shook his head, looked down. “Nothin’,” he said. “Just like you.”

Riley huffed, ignored her face getting hot. “That’s— whatever.” She shook her head. “You always like me, why’re you smiling about it now?”

“Cause you’re a good wrestler,” Yuta said, and Riley groaned. “You’re such a good worker,” he crowed, and she groaned louder, holding a note. He stood and walked over, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her around. “Yer always thinking about your craft,” he continued, both of them trying to drown the other out.

He kept complimenting her; cheesy, cliche lines thrown around locker rooms while Riley covered her ears, pretended she hated it. Yuta shut up suddenly, wrapping his arms around his little girlfriend, and she quieted as well.

“I think it’s cute,” he said slow, next to her ear, “how you think about your character as separate from you, and how you pick your motivations.” He pressed a kiss into her hair. “It’s cute. You’re cute.”

---

Priss had a good glare across a ring. All the way down the ramp, really. The second they came out of the tunnel, they were severe. They’d smile, sure, rarely didn’t, but it wasn’t warm or kind. It didn’t reach their eyes, and it would drop off their face by the time they got to the ring.

Even the smile they gave to Yuta across the ring, it wasn’t— it was almost sarcastic. 

He really kind of expected to see Riley when he shook their hand, see a real, warm smile for a flash.

But Priss was too good for that, and scowled as they were obligated to touch his hand.

[match stuff happens]

It was a hard CRACK and Priss was shaking their hand out instantly, eyes flicking up at motion, the ref— fist tapped against fingers, a shaking head— and Priss went “yeah, yeah,” looking at the throbbing.

Bright shiny red, and one nail gone, sharp stabbing pain. They touched their hand, the blood, winced. They fucked up; they intended to never get warned for a closed fist strike, got these, in retrospect, stupid nails done. Tips adding length, just enough that they shouldn’t have been able to close their hand in a fist. 

Their middle and ring finger nails were broken. The middle nail had come off on its own, and the ring was barely hanging on. Priss grabbed it and ripped it off their finger, gritting their teeth, fingers getting wet with blood. The crowd groaned at the sight, and Priss heard it distantly. 

[the rest of it]

It was that same glare at the end. Swaggering on their feet, but on them, glaring at Yuta, his hand extended. He steeled himself, held his face firm, neutral he hoped. 

There was that sarcastic little smile; eyes crinkling but it didnt reach them, head tilting. They clapped their hand to Yuta’s gripping firm, a good, solid yet mechanical one-two pump up and down. They dropped it just as sudden, keeping their hand out, away, as if it was dirty.

Yuta looked at his palm and saw blood. Just a little bit, quickly drying to a sticky dark smear, but blood nonetheless. Priss’— Riley’s blood. He looked over his shoulder, watched them stalk up the ramp, bloody hand still in the air, definitely trying not to get their gear dirty. Yuta watched them— her, his girlfriend— walk off, and raised his hand to his mouth, licking clean the stain they’d left on him. It just tasted like him, like sweat, no copper.

botch and jobber and suplex PLEASE and thank you ❤️

botch ; have they ever had a major botch? what was it? how did things play out afterwards?

i think her biggest botches are various wardrobe malfunctions. the zipper on her gear slips or busts so shes going through the rest of the match one armed, holding her top together. her clip on bangs getting ripped out and instead of wasting time clipping them out she rips them the rest of the way out and tosses them ringside.

jobber ; why did your OC get into wrestling? when did they start training? where did they train? with who?

oh you know~~ her sweet baby brother said she could kick [name expunged]'s ass, and she pivoted her whole life into being the worlds best wrestler just for him. she started training her ass off at 16 so she could debut strong as hell at 18

suplex ; have they sustained any major injuries? how did that effect their career? are they quick at recovering or no?

🤔 i dont think so? we had a verse where she got hurt Bad but idk if thats this current one. shes cautious abt injuries, and in a little projection moment i gave her chronic skin problems, so shes always in a state of cracking, scaling, bleeding, and wears the fullest coverage gear she can to hide it.

[withahappyrefrain]

pls write 4 dad

Happy Father's Day to y'all and Peter Parker. 18+ we got some Daddy kink and breeding kink (which shouldn't surprise anyone)

You quickly hit the stop button on your alarm, praying it only woke you up, not your husband.

You had promised your daughter Sophie that you would wake her up so early so she could help prepare breakfast for Father's Day. Your three year old was beyond excited that she could help this year.

You sat up, gently pulling the sheets off of you. You almost were about to get out of bed when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back to a bare, broad chest.

"And where do you think you're going?" Peter's voice was husky from having just woken up.

"I am trying to prepare your breakfast that you need to pretend is a total surprise when Sophie gives it to you," You giggled as your husband peppered kisses up your neck, to your jawline, stopping right at your lips.

"Well, maybe I want an appetizer." You raised an eyebrow as he maneuvered himself in-between your legs.

"It's Father's Day, shouldn't I be in between your legs?" You teased.

Peter looked up to meet your eyes as his fingers pushed up your large Tshirt, revealing your bare core.

You were so tired from Peter's early Father's Day gift (which was revealing that you had gotten your IUD taken out), you hadn't bothered putting on any underwear before falling asleep.

You couldn't tell if you regretted that choice or not.

"Well, it is Father's Day and you're supposed to give Daddy what he wants. Maybe Daddy just wants to eat that pretty pussy of yours."

Before you could say anymore, Peter's tongue began lapping at your slicked folds. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your hands desperately grabbing fistfuls of Peter's hair.

Your hips rolled towards Peter as he tongue entered you, his nose brushing against your clit. A gasp escaped your lips upon making eye contact with your husband as he ate you out.

Despite nearly eight years together, you don't think you'll ever get used to that sight.

You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to quiet yourself. The last thing you wanted was to get interrupted.

But sometimes kids had really bad timing, no matter how quiet you were. Which meant that you and Peter didn't have all the time in the world.

Besides, you were wet enough.

"D-Daddy," you whimpered, causing Peter to look up and reveal a glistening chin, "Wanna c-come on your cock. Please Daddy."

Peter pushed himself away from your legs, now hovering over you, taking in the sight of your withering body.

"Look at you," He cooed, "You want it so bad, don't ya?"

You nodded your head, whimpering as you spread your legs wider.

"Don't worry, Daddy's gonna fuck ya," You felt the tip of your husband's cock pressing at your entrance.

"In fact, Daddy's gonna put another baby in ya, how does that sound?" You gasped at the sensation of Peter's cock stretching you out. You were still sensitive from last night.

The pain began to meld into pleasure, particularly when Peter pulled out and slammed his hips against yours.

"P-please! All I want," You begged, hooking your legs around his waist. You clung to Peter, desperate to feel every inch of him.

"Don't worry, Daddy's got ya." You couldn't help but shut your eyes as he increased his pace. You were thankful for the sounds of birds chirping and cars driving down below.

It somewhat drowned out the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

[needsmorewlw]

Okay so I've just been thinking of what if like Emma, Max and Dylan did something sort of similar to Unus Annus? Like, how crazy do you think they would get as they try to top the previous video? And also roping in the others occasionally (especially Jacob cause he'll basically do anything)

My favorite trio doing literally anything? Sign me up.

It occured to me that some people may have zero context for what Unus Annus is but just imagine a bunch of progressively more unhinged challenge videos or investing way too much time into an obscure topic.

But I'm so hooked. like Laura, Abi and Ryan would be behind the camera like Amy, filming, helping them come up with ideas, and also watching things unfold incase they inevitably hurt themselves.

Dylan makes the "I get to shoot you with a paintball gun at one random point during a video sometime in the future" deal with Max and Max agrees but then they're halfway through a video like 3 months later, Dylan walks off screen and comes back with a paintball gun and Max is begging for his life. (I'll continue under the cut)

Max simultaneously being like "I wanna test how much my body can take- not because I'm a masochistic." The camera pans over to Laura and she's just staring at it.

Emmas the one who came up with the "*video idea* but with impending sense of doom" stuff bc ofc she did.

They start a running joke where Emma gets subtly and gradually more unhinged in every video. Random shots of her examining a knife in the background and staring at the boys while they're talking, then looking at the camera and it cuts back to the original video topic without explanation.

Whoevers behind the camera zooming in on her phone screen while she's searching "how much poison does it take to kill a grown man?"

"Discussing ways I would murder Dylan and Max and hide their bodies (this video is definitely a joke)" and the thumbnail is something absolutely bonkers like a deep fried image of Emma holding a chainsaw or smn.

"Duct Tape Crucifixion (Abi please don't watch this video)"

Lots of videos filled in Emma and Abi's house titled (Abi please don't watch)

I thought about the "Building IKEA furniture without instructions" video but I actually think Max and Dylan would be pretty competent at it? Emma's fully expecting it to be chaotic but instead the boys just get really quiet and focused and Emma's standing there commentating on it like a babysitter.

However "building the world's hardest IKEA furniture without instructions" drives all three of them insane.

Dylan absolutely breaks his nose on the aerial hoop and then re-breaks it in a later challenge. Dylan tries to keep going with the videos and Ryan's off camera like "boy if you don't stop filming right now-"

"Dylan accidentally injures himself for 20 minutes" compilation"

I can't see any of them doing the fitness stuff, I think they would lean hard into the funny editing to make the videos insane or somewhat spooky/unsettling. Also all three of them are masters at holding deadpan faces for the sake of comedy.

"Max injures himself on purpose for 30 minutes" compilation

"Max being a menace with a taser for 10 minutes"

Dylan's the one ordering all the insane shit. The world's hottest peppers, the crazy Amazon products, the wubble, the personal sauna. They make several videos called some variation of "Dylan continues to be irresponsible with his money"

I could go on but I need to stop. But I encourage any more asks about this topic specifically

[esoterium]

the look daryl shoots her when she prods him about the sanctuary tells her that it was a low blow to a sore spot he didn't appreciate much. from the corners of his eyes and with a twitch to his tightening jawline, the younger dixon thumbed the corner of his nose and sniffed. shoulders hitched like he didn't know what she was talkin' about when he damn well did and didn't like a single fuckin' word. he was letting her off the hook. mainly cause he didn't wanna talk about those weeks being in that place. months. however long it was. s'all a blur when he thinks about back then. how he was walled up in that hole. what was done to him there. s'not shit he lets cross his mind often. least he tries not to let it. gives him nightmares when it does.

still hasn't gotten outta all that claustrophobic shit from back when he was a kid being brought back times ten from it. even when he has to face shit like that now. the people he's with never are allowed to see it. but there's been times where he's damn near wanted to crawl out of his own skin to get out of situations where he's had to keep the appearance of having a cool head. when he was anything but. just cause if he didn't? then the shit would hit the fan and all roll down hill with no one there to stop it.

but just like back when he was a kid in georgia? this world doesn't give room for time outs. for anyone to take a second in their fucking corner and compose themselves. there's no safe spaces in the world today. and anyone that can't take what the world's gonna throw at ya and fucking deal with it? well they've been long dead for a while now. negan, the sanctuary, the bullshit that went on there? wasn't allowed to claim him. and maybe that's why seeing her makes a part of him feel like he wants to panic inside. like he's got some shit he's gotta step up and face and deal with. how the best way to do that is put space between him and her now. instead of runnin' to her. because neither one of them are kids. and their worlds threw a whole bucket load of shit on 'em from point a to point b.

you just don't magically come back from that and make it all sunflowers and roses. maybe she can. is that what she's trying by sticking around? that he might give her some kinda familiar hope? daryl's so damn much the same but older. wiser. more level headed but not. funny how he's changed so much. yet barely changed at all. the core of him. who he is is always been who he was. just who he was was waiting to become who he is without the world telling him he couldn't be. and she god damn saw it all. it's complicated. who knew he'd be complicated. everyone close to him. that's who..

"ain't none of your business what i'm out here for. maybe i just needed a break from people asking me so many damn questions," yeah that look went right into her eyes as he grumbles and toes another log into a fire. "don't mean i'm not gonna cook for the both of us tho. you don't wanna eat? then don't. ain't gonna force ya. s'up to you. "what do ya need me as a sounding board for then? what? you don't got people no more?"

Sherry can't lie and say things have been easy since she fled The Sanctuary. The truth is, her escape had been a harrowing experience, filled with fear, uncertainty, and constant danger lurking at every corner. Leaving behind the only life she had ever known was not a decision she made lightly, but it was necessary for her survival. The Sanctuary once thought to be a safe haven, had gradually transformed into a prison of oppression and control. Its walls held secrets that threatened to suffocate her spirit and extinguish any flicker of hope left within her. The rules were strict, the punishments severe, and individuality was crushed under the weight of conformity. But breaking free from those chains came at a great cost to her.

It has been many years since she left that part of her life behind. Ever since then, she has been constantly on the move, seeking something different. Regardless of where she settled, people were consistently self-centered, only interested in what they could gain from others. When she learned about Dwight's death, she lost hope in finding a new home and decided to cease her search. Despite the desolation and solitude, she realized she was better off alone. The only companion she had was the sound of the wind rustling through the treetops. She had grown stronger, no longer the woman oppressed by one man's dominance. She had proven herself wrong, despite her initial belief that she wouldn't make it in this world. 

She has acquired the skills of hunting and self-preservation. All her belongings are carefully concealed within the two backpacks she bears. Attire, sustenance, a handful of weapons - these are her sole necessities. However, her perception was shattered when she unexpectedly encountered a face from her past, someone she believed she would never lay eyes upon again. He was still just as stubborn as he had been at the Sanctuary. Her helping him back then wasn't just to make up for their first encounter. Sure it was part of the reason but not all of it. 

" Just like you didn't need help back at the Sanctuary? " She despises the mere thought of that location, let alone discussing it. It brought back memories of the bleakest moments in her existence. Repeatedly, she had the opportunity to alter the course of events, yet her lack of strength prevented her from executing any devised plan. Upon hearing about Negan's downfall, her sole remorse was not being the person who cut his throat. She had more reason to hate that man than most did.

" Come on, Daryl. It's not like I'm some stranger you can't trust. You're a long way from home and you're all alone. You're out here searching for something. " Daryl wasn't the kind to just up and leave his people behind without a good reason. " And don't you dare try to pity me with food. I've been surviving well enough on my own. It would just be nice to have someone familiar to talk to other than my damn self for a while. "

[keiarchived]

Freshman Year

stoner!Atsumu x f!innocent!reader x stoner!Suna ft stoner!Osamu

warnings: Drug (weed), gangbang, oral (giving), anal, dubcon, fucking whilst high, university!au, sex tape, cockwarming, corruption kink, sleepy writing

words: 1.8k

To say you were inexperienced, naive and artless, they weren’t wrong. You’re the last person who would cheat on their essay and cause yet another headache to your lecturer. You’re the classic ‘goodie two shoes’ as Atsumu calls you, the same couldn’t be said about both Miya twins and Suna, however.

They are anything but good.

You should’ve listened to those whispers of warnings and rumours that made their way around the campus, how they’re the last people you’d want to get involved with despite their popularity among students. You either love them or hate them, there’s no in-between with valid reasons.

You don’t belong in their world, you know that. But it doesn’t stop Suna from wanting to strip the innocent of you. Maybe it's the way you smiled nervously at him or maybe the glare you gave Atsumu whenever he made those snarky comments, but one thing for sure is that he wants to show you what you’ve been missing.

“Suna...” It almost came out as a whine whilst your head fell back against his shoulder, dark iris swallowing those rings of colours whilst your lips parted delicately with a cute pout. “Hmm? What’s wrong?” He coo, arm resting snuggly and comfortably around your waist as he pulls you even closer to press a kiss on your temple. Chilling at the Miya’s with Suna and his friends has become a regular thing ever since your first proper encounter with him at the party, where your friend ditched you for another guy. Perhaps you should’ve seen through him before accepting his offer to keep your company that night, maybe then you could’ve avoided whatever this is between you and Suna. But would you’ve pushed him away if given the chance?

“Wan’ more...” You whimpered, earning a chuckle from the man as he peppered your cheeks with few more playful kisses before pulling away. “What do you want, princess? C’mon, use your words” Suna love to see it when you’re desperate like this in his arms, staring up at him with those bleary eyes, cheeks flustered and small hands trembling as you grasp at his jacket with wants. “Mmn... smoke... wan’ more of smoke...” You slurred between each hitched breath of yours, feeling a few pairs of eyes glued onto the both of you as Suna leaned closer after taking a drag of his blunt before letting the heavy white smoke slips past your plump lips like weightless velvet. Oh, if only you knew how alluring you are when taking every ounce of the fumes from him greedily. Close enough for both of your lips to slot together, but far away enough for a grin to tug at his lips before pulling away. “Still not used to taking it on your own hm?” Or maybe you just adore these tingles dancing against your skin every time Suna shotguns it to you, as if he’s feeding you his essence in the most sexual way possible.

“Ya babying her too much, Suna. Gonna end up spoiling her.” Atsumu wasn’t wrong, ever since his friend introduced you to an unfamiliar world of ecstasy, he has you wrapped around his fingers like a puppy on a leash. “Why not, jealous Tsumu?” You could barely listen to their conversation as a giggle slipped past your lips, Suna could still remember the time you took your first hit. Trying to copy him only for those bitter smoke tickles your throat, making you cough with tears swelling from your eyes. It was cute though, he praised you for being a good girl, done so well on your first try as he wiped away those tears before wrapping those legs around your waist to give you the fucking of your life and the rest was history.

It was Suna who got you addicted to... him.

“You bet, how come she’s always hanging off your arm when you guys aren’t even together?” Astumu scoffed as shifts from his seat, watching from the opposite sofa with a frown over his defined features. It is unfair really, how you’ve chosen Suna over anyone else. Atsumu would love to slips his arms around you once in a while too, playing with those pretty lips of yours whilst you get drunk of him instead.

Despite no strings attached between you and Suna, shaking your head no as soon as he mumbles softly under his breath, beckoning you to go sit with Atsumu but no — you didn’t want to. “Nnu...Wanna stay...” Instead, your grip tightens on the fabric of his jacket, snuggling further into him until your head is buried at the crook of his neck.

If only you’re sober enough to see the faint but taunting smug smile Suna have stretched across his lips as he shrugged at his friend, guiding you to sit properly on his lap instead with your back facing Atsumu. “Better luck next time.”

God knows how long you’ve been sitting like this, legs folded on either side of Suna’s lap as you rest against his broad shoulder. Pins and needles crawl up your numb legs, shifting with an uncomfortable whine. To think Suna would waste a perfect opportunity like this, you’d be wrong, especially when all if most of his companions are high off their heads to even notice what the two of you’re about to do. “Baby, want my cock?” Suna isn’t subtle about it either, bulge poking at your clothed core. The mention of his cock was enough to have your clouded mind runs wild, grinding against his clothes erection with an eager nod. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve cockwarm Suna in front of other souls like this, Tsumu would shuffle towards the both of your and join in occasionally. Shotgunning you with his own blunt whilst lazily as he jerks off to your moans and tangle bodies. “What happened to the sweet innocent princess we knew?

As the time you spend with Suna and the Miya twins grew, so did your confidence. Becoming more familiar with the substance than you originally were, however. It was naive of you to think you could do this properly on your own without Suna here to keep you out of trouble because you’re a big girl who knows how to take care of herself. But instead, you have taken a pretty big hit, blame Atsumu. It was his idea to lower the amount of tobacco this time around, instead of feeling the familiar high you have with Suna; this is something way stronger.

How did you end up atop of Tsumu with his cock buried deep inside your dripping cunt, you have no idea. Only remembering fragments of things he had said to you prior to this, “Suna aren’t here is he? Shame. Let me be Suna tonight for ya, baby. Ride me inside, bet I could treat ya better than ‘im, c’mon baby, don’t be shy. It’s not like he’s ya boyfrien’ or anythin’.” That’s all you could remember before a snap of Atsumu’s hips snapped you out of your thought, drawing a meal from your lips. “C’mon, baby. Don’t hide that pretty voice from me now.”

Atsumu’s little plan would’ve been a success if it wasn’t for Osamu, consider it payback. Call him selfish if you want, but seeing his twin brother knocking the breath out of your lungs sparks his jealousy. Sure he could’ve joined in easily but what’s the fun in that?

Suna has been stood by the door for a while now, watching as you desperately bounces on Atsumu’s cock and moaning his name between each of those sloppy kisses. But still, that stoic face remained unbothered, maybe a twitch here and there but nothing major, the completely opposite of what Samu thought he would do. After all, despite Suna saying he doesn’t care nor does he wants you, everyone knows how much he cares for you enough to keep you around for as long as he has. Instead, Suna approached the two of you. Yanking your head up those sweaty locks of yours whilst you could barely register the shift in his eyes, “You knew this was gonna happen didn’t you? Just wanted an excuse to fuck Tsumu.”

He wasn’t wrong, both Miya twins shares the same face and it is hared to ignore their handsome features after all.

Osamu was dumbfounded when Suna positioned himself behind you instead, not only did he not have a good go at Tsumu but at the end decide to join too before prepping your rear end the best way he can before inching in, frowning as he does. “Fuck... just as I expected. You’re so fucking, right baby”

Neither one of them paid attention to Samu before Suna caught him palming at his jeans, only then did he come closer with his cock freed with one hand whilst the other holding a phone and hit record. You should see the way your lips parts whenever you’re close or the complete fucked our expression that suits you so well, no worries though; Samu will keep a good record seeing as how well you take all three of them together with Samu’s cock lodge deeply down your throat, stuffing you full with all ends.

At least this time you are not the only one who’s slurring nonsense as you came, Tsumu was the first one to pump you full of his cum first then it was Samu and lastly Suna. Showering you in praises and kisses before the younger Miya twin decides to take up the aftercare duty upon himself since Tsumu has already blacked out and Suna doesn’t look that far off either with the remaining blunt in his hand.

Samu is the gentlest of them all, washing you carefully as though you’re a glass doll. Having you put on one of his shirts and setting you on the kitchen counter whilst he cooks, earning small nods and hums from you whenever he asks you a question. Samu’s surprise you even managed to hold yourself this well before finally crashing against his shoulder, it was a struggle to get you to eat some food and drink some water but he did anyway.

Only for Suna to snatch you away again with a wave of his hand and a pat on his lap, you practically scrambled out from Samu’s arms and into Suna’s chest. Snuggling comfortably against him with a content smile on your face.

At the end of the day, you are Suna’s precious little princess. He’s the one who shown how to roll a joint, how to smoke from a bong and be a little rebellious. The Miyas twins could hook up with you as many times as they want, but he knows you’d be running back to him as soon as it is over.

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[badassbuchanan]

Oh, Baby

Plot: Attention starved Ransom wants to get you pregnant

Warnings: smut; dirty talk, breeding kink, semi-public, unprotected sex, doggy style, hand job.

Word Count: 2649

A/N: requests are open! send me anything you want

Another Saturday evening, another family get-together at the Thrombey manor.

Ransom rolled his eyes as he looked around, it was 6pm and he had already had enough of the evening. Usually he would enjoy such an event, his shocking remarks and ghastly behaviour always caused him to be the centre of attention. He liked it that way.

Tonight, however, there was a new guest taking his limelight. Vivian Maria Cabrera Smith, born to Marta Cabrera and Harvey Smith (an intern of Blood Like Wine Publishing) who had entered the world a meer week and a half prior.

Not only had the newborn taken his family’s attention away from Ransom, but also the attention of his beautiful girlfriend.

Y/N was holding tiny little Vivian in her arms, beaming down at her as Ransom sat slumped in an arm chair across the room, shoving another biscuit into his mouth.

His jaw clenched as he watched Y/N cradle Vivian, running her finger delicately across the baby’s cheek. His cock began to twitch as he ran his hand across his lips deviently, taking in a breath as his mind whirred into action.

He couldn’t help but think of what Y/N would look like holding their own child. The perfect mix of him and her. How her stomach would stretch and grow to house their child. Her breasts would swell with milk to feed the newborn. He thought about the process of getting her pregnant. Fucking her raw. His cum filling her tight pussy over and over. Watching it drip down her thighs.

He saw an opportunity and pounced as soon as Y/N handed Vivian back to her mother. Y/N smiled softly as she continued admiring the baby, turning her head when she felt Ransom’s grip on her arm.

“Hey ba-“ Her sweet voice cut out as she felt his rock hard cock against her back, a little gasp escaping her lips.

“We need to leave now.” Ransom’s voice was husky in her ear, his grip on her arm tightening.

“It’s still early Ransom,” She cooed sweetly, snaking her hand down to hold his as she pulled him closer. She could feel how worked up he was and usually she would jump at the opportunity to fuck, but her heart was still distracted with the little baby in front of her. So, she made a dangerous decision to ignore Ransom’s needs, which she knew wouldn’t go down well with him. “Come look at the baby.”

He knew she was doing it on purpose, forcing him to stay present was torture to his throbbing cock. “Who gives a fuck,” He grunted agitatedly, unintentionally grabbing the attention of the people around him. “Our baby would be a hundred times cuter.” He mumbled the latter into Y/N’s ear, kissing just below her lobe afterwards, knowing exactly where her sweet spots were.

“Down boy.” Y/N chuckled calmly as she turned her head towards his, trying to ignore the shiver that erupted in her at the feeling of his lips on her skin. Her hot breath ghosted his lips just for a moment before she turned away again.

“You fucking know what you’re doing to me, Y/N.” Ransom growled in frustration, pulling her closer against him, her back flush against his chest.

She chuckled softly in amusement, seeing that she’d pushed him to his limit. She turned her attention back to the baby, now soundly asleep in her mother’s arms.

“Ransom,” Y/N dragged out his name sweetly as a devious though crossed her mind. She held his arms that were tightly wrapped around her, leaning her head against his shoulder as she sighed softly. “I want a baby.”

That was it. She’d crossed the line. She’d taken it too far. He couldn’t hold back. He felt a burning sensation flow through his body as he dug his hands into her body. Too tightly.

“Ow,” She squealed out suddenly at his roughness. “Ra-“ before she could even say his name, Ransom pulled Y/N backwards through the door to his grandfather’s study.

“You can’t say shit like that.” He growled in her face as he slammed her against the back of the door, breathing heavily against her lips.

Ransom’s eyes flickered over her lips as he pressed his hands firmly either side of her head on the heavy wooden door. She licked her lips, giving him her best ‘fuckable’ eyes as she felt her panties dampen.

“You know it drives me crazy.” He huffed, pressing his crotch against her thigh as he kissed her softly.

She let out a smug little giggle as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as she could. “I know.” She hummed into the kiss, tilting her head as she pressed her chest against his.

“Oh,” Ransom raised his eyebrows, smirking at her mischievously. “So you want to be fucked in my grandfather’s study?”

“What I want, is to be fucked by you.” Y/N demanded, leaning against the hard wood behind her to drop her hands to his belt. “I want to be fucked hard.” She continued dotingly, tugging harshly on his belt as Ransom closed his eyes with a huff. “I want you to fuck a baby into me.” Her hand pushed into his pants, grabbing his rock hard cock. “Right here.” She smeared his leaking pre-cum over his tip with her thumb, causing Ransom to buck his hips toward her. “Right now.”

He smirked cockily, letting his mouth hang open as he threw his head back in pleasure. “and you always get what you want, huh princess?”

She smiled cheekily, biting her lip as she slid her hand up and down his shaft slowly. “Oh, like you don’t want this too. Princess.”

“Okay,” He groaned out with an evil chuckle as his hands came down to grab her hips. “Enough playing around. People are going to start noticing we’re gone.” He muttered as he skilfully spun them around, walking her backwards across the room.

“Fuck,” Y/N gasped with an animated expression as she felt the back of her legs hit the desk. Her lips pressed into a pout as she ran a hand up his chest, pretending to try and stop him. “Ransom, we can’t.”

“Really, it’s cute that you wanna start acting innocent all of a sudden.” He chuckled at her fake gasp, kissing her lips softly as he tugged her hand off of his chest.

Y/N smiled into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck before she began lowering herself onto her knees in front of him. She didn’t even make it to the floor before she felt Ransom’s hand grip onto her upper arm, pulling her back up.

Ransom shook his head, eyebrows arched in weakness as he gripped her hips tightly. “Not now, I can’t fucking wait anymore.” He growled, mouth hung open as he captured her lips with his own.

She whimpered into the kiss, fingers weaving through his hair as he lifted her onto the wooden surface. She immediately opened her mouth to welcome his tongue. His tongue flicked hers teasingly, her nipples hardening underneath her blouse as she bucked her hips desperately into the air.

A smug look washed over his face as he leaned back from the kiss, looking at the small amount of space between them. His fingers pushed her skirt up to her hips, exposing her thighs as he hooked the waistband of her white lacy panties.

“Can’t decide whether to fuck you like this or strip you naked and risk my family walking in and seeing me fuck a baby into your eager little pussy.” Ransom kissed down her neck, biting harshly when he got to the base causing her to cry out loudly.

“Ransom,” she whimpered, pressing her chest against his as she ran her hand down his arm and onto his cock. “Please tell me you locked the door.”

“Now where’s the fun in that?” He breathed against her lips, his tongue flicking out to touch hers as she once again opened her mouth instinctively.

Her heart sunk at the feeling of one of his family members walking in and catching them, especially his creepy little cousin, but she was soon distracted by the feeling on his tongue in her mouth.

“Ransom.” She whined helplessly, a pout on her face as she started pumping his cock again with her hand.

“I know, baby, I know.” His softer side showed momentarily as he worked at getting his way. “You want me to fill you with my cum, hm? Fuck you until I get you pregnant? Watch that belly of yours stretch as you carry my baby?”

She was stroking his cock teasingly from where it hung out of his chinos. His questions were rhetorical, they both wanted it.

Ransom let his fingers dip into the material of her panties. She spread her legs for him, giving him easier access to cup her bare pussy.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He growled, dropping his forehead against hers as he felt her wetness against his palm.

“Want you to pound me against this desk Ransom,” she breathed against his lips, pulling him closer by one hand in his hair, the other pumping his cock faster now. “Show everyone who I belong to.”

Ransom let out an exhasperated breath, roughly pushing her back down against the desk as he hovered over her. “I can’t hold back anymore.” He grunted.

She gasped softly, watching as he moved his hands up her torso before suddenly ripping her delicate blouse to expose her chest. “Ransom!” She squealed in shock as she watched the buttons fly in all directions.

“Relax, I’ll buy you a new one.” Ransom rolled his eyes and gripped her jaw tightly in one of his hands as he admired her face. He licked his lips, eyes visibly darker as his cock rested against her pantie covered centre.

His eyes dropped to her chest, closing his eyes momentarily to try and control himself as he realised she lay bra-less below him. “Oops.” She smirked slightly as she followed his gaze, watching his head drop to her chest.

“Your boobs are gunna stretch so much when you’re pregnant,” he growled as he dropped his head, circling her sensitive nipple with his tongue. Y/N’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer on top of her. “They’ll get so big getting ready to feed our baby.” He continued as his head moved to the other nipple, wrapping his lips around it as he sucked.

Her head flew back as she bucked her hips against his cock with a whimper. Her clit twitched, making her repeat the action over and over.

“Gunna cum in me Ransom? Fill me with your seed? Pound me until I’m carrying your baby?”

“That’s right.” He growled animalisticaly, her words sending him over the edge as he roughly rolled her over.

He boobs pressed hard against the desk, Ransom’s legs either side of hers as she stood feet together in anticipation.

“You want this cock, huh?” He grunted as his chest pressed against her bare back, his cock nudging against her entrance.

She nodded her head and bit her lip, angling her head to look back at him the best she could.

“C’mon now, Princess, let me hear you.” Ransom ran his cock between her wet folds, pleasuring himself on the warmth of her centre.

“Yes, fuck. I need your cock in me, please.” She begged, pushing her ass back against him as her palms pressed firmly against the desk.

He didn’t waste another moment, gripping his thick member as he lined himself up with her tight hole, slowly pushing himself inside of her.

She moaned softly, clenching around his length as he slid almost fully out, pounding back in as he moved his hands to press on her hips.

“So tight.” He smirked with pleasure, standing back up to angle himself deeper.

Y/N cried out quietly, trying to fight the overwhelming sting of his thick cock as he fucked her from behind.

Ransom’s hands slid down to her ass, massaging and pulling on her cheeks as he watched her pussy swallow his cock.

“Look at you taking my cock so well.” He grunted landing a smack on her round ass. His pace quickened as he watched her bring her feet together, his cock squeezing between her pussy lips. “Like you were fucking made for me to cum inside you. Made to have my babies.”

“Give it to me, Ransom.” She begged beneath him, arching her back to make his cock nudge her special spot inside her. Y/N gasped softly as her clit rubbed against the hard surface below her, reminding her of where they were. “Give me your cum.”

Ransom groaned as his head fell backwards, trying not to cum on the spot. It made him feel dizzy, the way she begged for him. The way she begged for him to make her pregnant.

Y/N tilted her head towards him, a knowing smirk took over her lips as she moaned loudly, too loudly.

Ransom’s widened eyes quickly locked on the back of her head, not faulting in his pace as he shhhed her.

“Oh, yes. Ransom.” She continued in a near enough scream, entertaining herself at the panic she caused him. She was certainly being loud enough for his family to hear and she knew it. “Fuck a baby into me.”

Ransom’s hand jolted forward to grab her hair, forcefully pulling her backwards towards him. Her back was now inches away from his chest, his cock fucking up into her at a new angle as she smiled deviously.

“What are you playing at?” He groaned, holding onto her hip with his other hand to make his thrusts harder.

She smirked proudly, closing her eyes in bliss as his cock rubbed against her walls. All she could do was stand firmly on her feet, trusting in Ransom to support her body as he fucked her.

“As soon as you push our baby out of you I’m going to be fucking another one into you.” Ransom growled into Y/N’s ear, the wet sounds of them fucking filled the large room. “And don’t think I’m going to stop fucking you while you’re pregnant.”

“Ransom.” She moaned quietly, his words were sending shocks of pleasure through her already overstimulated body. Her mouth pouted in the shape of an ‘O’, feeling the pleasure take over as she came on top of his cock.

“I’m going to fuck you as your belly grows, as your boobs stretch, as your hips widen. I’m going to fuck that sensitive little pussy of yours and fill you over and over again with my cum.” He continued, kissing below her ear before gritting his teeth, the feeling of her clenching around him as she orgasmed becoming too much.

“Ransom.” She moaned his name again, riding out her high as he continued to beat his cock into her from behind. His hips smacking against her ass.

Her pulsating little clit throbbed as he fucked her, his shaft running easily through her dripping folds.

“Give it to me Ransom.” She begged softly, clenching around him.

Ransom felt himself close to his climax, his thrusts speeding up as he chased his high.

“Put a baby in me.” She whispered innocently, driving him crazy as she felt his cock twitch.

His hips jolted erratically as his cum spurted inside of her. Ransom let out a throaty growl, biting his lip to stop himself from being loud.

The aftershock of his orgasm made him buck his hips deep into her with no rhythm, making sure none of his cum escaped her hole.

“Stay there.” He grunted, pulling her hips back against him, still fully engulfed inside her. “Wanna make sure it’s deep inside you.”

He stopped thrusting, both of them catching their breath as Y/N leaned forward, resting her hands against the table obediently.

Ransom’s fingers traced delicate patterns over her back. “You’re going to be such a good mum.” He whispered with a softness that didn’t match his usual demeanour.

“And you’re going to be an amazing father.” She smiled to herself as she listened to him.

Ransom finally pulled himself out of her, tucking himself back into his pants as she turned to face him.

“I’m still gunna fuck you like this when you’re pregnant.” He smirked cheekily, looking up and down Y/N’s body.

She rolled her eyes with a chuckle as she moved around the room to find her clothes. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

She stopped abruptly and turned to face Ransom who was already dressed again like nothing had happened.

“Ransom my shirt.” She frowned, remembering the way he’d torn the material beneath his strong hands.

“What about it.” Ransom shrugged innocently, walking towards the door.

“You ripped it! I can’t go back out there, I have nothing to wear.” She hissed in a low tone, panic flooded her eyes as she ran a hand through her hair.

Ransom turned the door handle with a shrug, opening it. “Guess you’re just gunna have to go topless tonight, babe.” He smirked leaving the room, closing the door quickly before she had time to retaliate.

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[wormstacheangel]

Suptober Day 1: Harvest

wc: 1.7k tags: fluff with the side of tiny case fic, established relationship, spoilers but cw they are drugged with cider,

It was a long hunt. One that they accepted as their last one, but, of course, they can never sit still enough not to take an easy local hunt. By local, he means a two-day trip away, but still, they saved a couple of old folks from a ghost, which was fun. Dean sure enjoyed getting thrown around until Cas finally burned the dentures.

Like he said, long hunt.

They stayed at a nice little Airbnb overnight. During breakfast, their waitress told them of the Harvest Festival a town over. Cas was still a little bruised up, but Dean convinced him to go, at least to try their famous apple cider.

“We’ll make a day of it! Just me and you.” With that, Cas agreed, taking Dean’s waiting hand across the table.

The festival was lively when they arrived in the afternoon, with more people than they expected considering the small town they were in but apparently when they say famous they meant it. The tents lined up with food from funnel cakes, donuts, chicken, and some pumpkin spice beer that Dean chugged down even though it tasted like shit.

They eventually ended up with bags filled with treats and souvenirs to take home to the kids--Sam and Eileen fall into the kids’ category. They each held a bag while Dean held Cas’ hand tight in his own, dragging him around from seller to seller, buying and tasting as he went.

“We should start heading home, or soon you’ll be too full to drive.” Cas teased as Dean finished off their bag of apple crisps. “You think we’re feeding an army.”

“Considering how Jack eats, we might as well be.”

“He gets that from you, you know.”

They continued their banter as they made their way out of the festival and to the parking lot.

Then they were stopped by a woman wearing a volunteer pumpkin shirt, “Aw, leaving so soon? Don’t ya wanna stay for the fireworks?”

That quickly took Dean’s attention, brightening up his whole face so much that once again, Cas couldn’t find it in himself to refuse. Instead, earning himself a small kiss on the cheek as a thank you before being was dragged to the car to drop off their items.

Once back in the festival, they walked around until another volunteer told them about the amazing view of the fireworks at the middle of the corn maze.

“It’s a small maze, but in the middle is a little hill. So it’s usually first-come, first-serve. But I haven’t heard of anyone taking it as of now.”

Once again, Dean was easily hooked in and took Cas along for the ride. Not that he was complaining. He enjoyed watching Dean get excited over small things, things he wouldn’t have permitted himself to get excited for before. Of course, it helped when Dean hooked his arm around Cas’s waist to tug him close, whispering, “Ever kissed someone in a corn maze, Cas?”

“You know I haven’t, Dean.”

That did it for Cas. A promise of a spectacular kiss that will put the fireworks to shame.

At the entrance of the maze stood a cider cart, and Cas made a beeline for it. “I at least wanna be warm if you are going to make me walk around in the cold.”

“On the house.” The saleswoman winked at them, and something uneasy passed through them, but they ignored it as she motioned them to go right on in that the fireworks should be starting soon.

They took their hot cider and walked right in, taking hold of their hands as they walked through the maze in comforting silence. Watching the sky above them change from orange and pinks to the dark night sky.

When the maze opened up to a clearing, Dean started to run—taking the small space on top. It was tall enough to see over the cornstalk and watch the lights twinkle from the festival up ahead. They could even see groups of people exiting the maze from their left, and for a second, Dean wondered why they didn’t run into anybody on their walkover. It looked like a lot of people were going through the maze, but nobody passed them.

That thought was quickly dismissed as the first firework lit up the sky, cheers from the crowd echoed the loud boom, and Dean felt secure with an arm hooking around his shoulders to bring him in closer. So they sat there watching the firework show and polishing off their now cold cider until Cas couldn’t wait another second.

Gently, he turned Dean’s face just enough so they could start the kiss slowly. The snap crackle pop of the fireworks above their heads just kept lighting up the fuse between them until Cas asked for them to find another place to spend the night.

“Should we go now?” Dean kissed down Cas’s jaw, feeling the hastily nods instead of seeing it. “Okay. Okay, let’s go.”

They both stood up and took one last look at the view before they got down. Turning left, where they were sure they saw the other folks exit from before. Every few steps, they pulled each other for another kiss-- smiling into them like giddy newlyweds--until they started to realize they’ve been walking for way too long.

The fireworks had long been over, and they soon realized it was their only source of light. It soon became so hard to see anything that they didn’t dare let go of each other’s hands. They tried to go back to the hill to see if maybe they could see the trail from there, but it was like it never existed in the first place.

“Fuck!” They turned the corner to find another dead-end. “Isn’t this shit for children!”

“You know we haven’t seen or heard anyone in a while. Not since-”

“We came in here. I know. I was thinking the same thing earlier when we were on the hill.”

“Why didn’t you say anything then?”

“Cause you stuck your tongue in my mouth and impending doom took a backseat.”

They started to run, calling out for help as they did, but it only felt like they were going in circles.

Then Dean yelled, “Hallelujah!” When a flashlight shined into their faces.

“There you two are. It’s time to go.” The old man sounded so relieved to find them. He didn’t look sinister. He didn’t even make it sound like they were gone for that long. “You two okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. We got lost, I guess.” Dean shrugged, watching as Cas stared ahead of him.

“Many people do. But they always find their way out, though.”

They followed the man out of the maze while Dean’s knuckles brushed alongside Cas’. They were listening to the man recite a memory when suddenly Cas tugged at Dean’s arm.

“Dean.” It was a shocking gasp.

“Cas?” Dean turned around to watch; Cas’s eyes rolled to the back of his head before dropping like a ragdoll. “Cas!”

And just like that, Cas was out to the world.

Dean fell to his knees to take Cas into his arms, but it was useless. He was heavy, and Dean’s body was starting to tingle, his muscles becoming weaker with every passing second.

“Don’t you worry about your little friend.” The man flashed his light on Dean’s face. Blinding him, but Dean kept glaring up at him. “Just like you, he won’t feel a thing.”

“What did you do to him?” He tried to growl, but it came out too breathless for it to be threatening.

“Same thing we did to you. Same thing we do every year to a couple of tourists.”

Dean could feel himself slipping out of consciousness, but he kept trying to shield Cas from whatever was coming.

“Don’t fight it, boy.” The man walked over to him, raising his flashlight high above his head. “Hate it when they struggle.”

And with a single hit, Dean was knocked out. Falling over Cas. Hoping that at least he gets killed first this time around.

Dean woke up again when he felt someone kicking his legs with little to no effort. His arms were numb, and he realized it was because they were pulled back and tied around some huge boulder.

“Dean?”

Dean recognized the voice and happily groaned out a complaint. “Hate small towns. Creeps. All of them.”

Cas chuckled in relief. “Glad you’re okay.”

Dean blinked a couple of times before his eyes focused, looking across from him to find Cas in the same position as him. Cas looked dirty, a few scratches on his face from being dragged, which made Dean furious—tugging at the ropes that hold him back from checking for any more injuries.

“Fuck! Shit! You okay? They hurt you?”

“Not as much as they did you.” Dean didn’t feel much pain besides the stretch on his shoulders and a raging headache. “I guess that’s not true. You have a swell on your head.”

“Yeah, well, I went down swinging. Unlike you.” Cas didn’t look amused, but he looked concerned. Dean followed his gaze, looking for an explanation or a way out. “I guess we’re either bait or dinner.”

“I’m used to being bait.”

“And I’m used to being dinner. Well, aren’t we a match made in heaven?” This time Cas glared, and weirdly enough, it made Dean relax a little. “Okay, so what’s the plan?”

The plan was simple, while Cas may not be a full-powered-up angel, he was still an angel. And he was stronger than an average human. So with a little more force, Cas had his arms free, rubbing his wrist while shrugging at Dean, “I always see humans do this.”

“Yeah, cause it hurts, so if you can just-” Dean motioned for his arms and Cas quickly reached to untie him. Then, when they were both free, they once again started to look around the empty cornfield. “I say leave now and call for backup; come back in the morning.”

“Considering we have no weapons, I think that would be for the best.”

“So much for date night.” Dean took Cas’s hand, and they quickly started to get themselves out of there. Running like maniacs as they pushed through the endless corn.

“I actually enjoyed myself today. You know, before the whole being drugged and left for dead part.”

“Really? That was my favorite part.” Dean joked, squeezing Cas’s hand as they made their way to safety. “You think all the stuff we bought was drugged?”

“Won’t stop me from having another donut.”

“Man, I love you.”

[missmouse25]

hey bestie! I have a request for you, so max and reader have a past and then she left their hometown, causing them to break up. Every time she comes back they hook up or something where there relationship gets rekindled for the time being until she leaves again, until she comes back and max has a girlfriend. She realizes he’s the one she really wants to be with and apologizes always playing him (you decide if he wants to leave his girlfriend for her or not) it’s kinda based off ‘tis the damn season by Taylor swift (I’m so sorry if this doesn’t make sense) 😅

Babes, you never have to apologise for not making sense, I hardly ever make sense ❤️✨ hope you enoy it

Tis the Damn Season - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person POV // 1202 words // warnings for: swearing and not nice friends/feelings of betrayal - please do a mental health check before reading ❤️

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“Claire, please just grab my phone and send Max a message.”

Frantically, I move around my room, throwing things into my suitcase. Clothes, pens, one of my plushies.

“What do you want me to tell him?”

In the middle of all the chaos, Claire sat on my bed, looking regal as she always did.

“Um… say…” I dictated with my head in my cupboard. “Say ‘they said yes. Packing right now, they want me there by tomorrow.’ Oh, and add a heart emoji at the end, please.”

“Done and sent!” Claire out my phone down. “Do you think you’ll get to see him before you go?”

“I hope so.”

For a brief moment, I stopped moving to let the honesty flow out.

“I want to say goodbye properly. Face to face.”

The airport looked big and scary. The gateway to a new and daunting world.

“Wait!”

I turned to the noise to see my boyfriend running towards me.

“Wait, you can’t go just yet.”

His arms wrapped around me and it made my heart ache, knowing I'd be without him for a while. How long exactly, I didn’t know.

“Max, you came…”

“I don’t want you to go, love, please don’t go.”

“I have to…”

With my eyes closed, it felt like it was just us. The smell of his cologne filled my whole being; his hands so tightly onto me.

Gut wrenching though it was, I let go and took a step back, letting the real world back in.

“I have to go, Max. You know that if it were you, I’d let you go.”

“Is this the end? Of us?” He sounded distraught.

“Maybe for now. But you’ll blink and I’ll be back”

I smiled sadly, picked up my bags and walked away from my life, my home and from Max.

~

March

‘Are you busy with stuff atm?’

‘No, why?’

‘I’m back home for a bit. Wanna meet up?’

‘Yes!’

‘Cool, can I come to your place?’

‘Of course.’

‘See you soon ❤️’

‘See you soon.’

June

‘Heard you’re in town.’

‘Yup. Just got dropped off at home.’

‘Anyone with you?’

‘Nope. Claire just left.’

‘Im on my way.’

‘Ok 😉’

July

‘You up for some fun, racer-boy?’

‘Always 🏎️ ‘

September

‘Come over, I’m home.’

‘Ok…’

December

…

~

“Are you gonna contact Max?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” I answered Claire as we hopped into her car.

“Maybe don’t.” She sounded worried and it made me uneasy.

“What do you mean, Claire?”

“Just…” She took a deep breath before starting the engine. “Just don’t contact him, please. Promise me you won’t.”

“Geez, ok, I promise I won’t.”

I gave Claire the side-eye as she settled in for the ride home from the airport.

‘What the hell was that all about?’

~

The atmosphere seemed to go dead as I walked into the room. Some of my friends just stared, other whispered. Some eventually went back to how they were before, although it looked very forced.

“Um… ok,” I mumbled to myself, shaking my coat off before making my way to Claire.

“Hey, so glad you could come!” She hugged me, then handed me some Christmas punch.

“What just happened?”

“What do you mean? Nothing happened,” Claire said with an unsteady voice.

I wanted to shake her. To force her to tell why it felt like I couldn’t breathe here, despite being somewhere I thought was home. Somewhere safe.

It didn’t take long for all my questions to be answered though.

Claires eyes were suddenly fixed on the doorway behind me. I followed her gaze and it seemed that my heart stopped.

There he stood, in all his glory. He looked just same as last time, as every time. Only now, Max had his hand on some girl’s waist.

‘Surely, he hasn’t…’

I couldn’t bring myself to finish that thought.

Max and his… friend casually walked towards the rest of our friends, greeting Claire but ignoring me completely. What certainly didn’t help was the subtle smell of his cologne as he walked past. A scent that made my chest feel tight.

Once they were finally out of earshot, I turned to Claire.

“You knew, didn’t you?”

She opened her mouth, changed her mind and just shrugged instead.

“You knew and you didn’t tell me!?” I whisper-shouted.

Claire tried to justify her actions. “He said he was going to tell you himself”

I looked to where Max was standing. I missed him; I had been missing him for a long time. And then it hit me like a tidal wave.

I was still in love with him.

“Um… I … I need some fresh air.”

Without thinking, I pushed my way through everyone, out the back door and into the freezing outside. As the cold hit my face, I realised I was crying.

‘What have I been doing? To myself, to Max. Shit. I’m love with him and I’ve been using him for so long now. What have I done!?’

Everything from the past months buzzed around my head like wasps, stinging me over and over. I was so caught up in my own mind, that when someone dropped a jacket over my shoulders, I jumped from the fright.

“You’ll catch your death out here.”

If I wasn’t so cold already, my blood would’ve turned to ice.

Max moved to stand by my side, looking out over the desolate garden. His nose and cheeks were starting to turn red and his breath came out in white whisps.

There was so much I needed to say. But how? How do you tell someone that you’re genuinely sorry for fooling around with them; that you love them and are ready to admit that you were always the one, knowing that they clearly moved on.

“Max… I…”

“I was going to tell you.” He butted in. “I was waiting for your message but it never came. I thought maybe you weren’t coming home for Christmas this year.”

“How long?”

“About three months.”

Three months. Three months of not knowing the truth. Would it have changed anything? Would I have figured it out sooner?

“I realised that I couldn’t wait for you anymore. And that I wanted to be happy.” Max continued to stare out as he put his hands into his pockets. “And Ella makes me happy. Knowing that she’s here, with me.”

“But… Max three months!? I saw you four months ago”

“It doesn’t matter.” His voice started to get loud.

“Max, I love you!”

“It’s too late!” Max yelled, finally looking at me. “It’s too fucking late, ok?”

We watched each other for a moment.

“Look, I hope you can find happiness with someone, it just isn’t me.”

Then Max turned away and left me in the cold.

I pushed Claire out of the way as I grabbed my things.

“Oh, my soul, what happened?”

“As if you don’t know!” I spat back at her. “For three months, you said nothing! Nothing, Claire!”

“Look, it’s not my fault. But you can still stay and enjoy the Christmas party.”

“The fuck I can.���

As I walked out the front door, tears threatening to return, I whispered to myself.

“This the damn season.”