god please help me look like this

Writers

Writer says: So I had this crazy idea one day and I just had to work on it. Here ya go!

Writer means: So I had this crazy idea either right before getting in the shower or right before falling asleep so I grabbed my fucking laptop and shat all over it to create the steaming pile of crap that I now lay before you. I don’t even know if it’s good anymore. I haven’t slept in two days.

Writer says: Wow, real life’s getting busy! Sorry on the slow updates.

Writer means: My life is a literal storm of shit at the moment. Why did I decide to do this. Why am I still doing this. Everything around me is spinning out of control and I am staying up ‘til 5:30 in the morning every night to create a piece of work that will only get two comments and 12 demands for quicker updates. I hope no one’s mad at me, all I wanted to do was write.

Writer says: Wow! Would you look at that! I updated on time! Please enjoy!

Writer means:  WOOOOOOHOOOOOO BITCHES LOOK AT THIS PRODUCTIVE ASSHOLE GO YEEEEEHAAAAWWWW TAKE THAT YOU NASTY REVIEWERS ALWAYS DEMANDING ME TO BE FASTER! I GOT THIS SHIT I GOT THIS SHIT

Writer says: This chapter was a toughie. Glad it’s finally done!

Writer means: I don’t know if this is good or not. I honestly don’t fucking know. I’ve read the same words over and over and over again and I just couldn’t look at it anymore. My beta said it was ok but I’m not confident but HOLY SHIT I JUST NEED TO STOP WRITING THIS FUCKIGN CHAPTER.

Writer says: Thanks for reading!

Writer means: Please, oh please oh please oh please leave me a review. A comment. Anything. Please tell me you’re out there. Please tell me someone is reading this.

Writer says: I just want to say that real life is getting pretty hectic right now. Please try to be patient with me, I know you guys want updates. Thanks! :)

Writer means: FUCK. YOU. Who the fuck do you think you are, demanding shit from me?! You don’t know my life! I have a very busy life! I create shit for free, you entitled son of a pig-fucker! STOP LEAVING ME COMMENTS TELLING ME TO UPDATE SOON OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL PUKE ALL OVER MY COMPUTER 

Writer says: What’s gonna happen next? Who knows? Hee hee ;)

Writer means: I have no fucking clue what the next chapter is going to look like. What’s my plot? I don’t know. I feel no emotion.

Writer says: Please leave a comment! It helps me write!

Writer means: I am begging you to leave me a comment because I swear it’s the only thing that’s keeping me motivated right now, I hate the work I put out and I need reassurance that people are actually enjoying this.

Writer says: I hope you enjoyed that chapter, big things are coming up! ;)

Writer means: Buckle up bitches, someone’s gonna die.

Writer says: I know I’ve missed a few updates, but I swear I plan on finishing this story! 

Writer means: *high pitched eternal screeching*

Writer says: Here we are at long last! This has been one wild ride. I want to thank you all so much for your support and love, I adore each and every one of you. I am so happy to say that this story has come to a wonderful close.

Writer means: My body is numb. Voices call out to me from the void, but I can no longer hear them over the beating of my racing heart. I am stressed to the point where I feel no relief. The story is done. It’s fucking DONE. I loved it, I hated it, it was a fucking storm of horror and pain. I can no longer see color. Now I can at last relax and…wait……wait a second………..holy shit I just thought of the best idea for a one-shot that’s totally gonna turn into a 50 chapter slow burn AU fic leT’S FUCKING DO THIS

Nicest thing I saw in retail

I remember one time a lady came through with a bunch of things obviously for a baby (essentials like diapers, food, etc.) I gave her her total and her face just fell, and she quietly said, “It can’t be that much, can it?” My heart just broke for this poor lady when I told her unfortunately it is, and she just sort of looked at the stuff with all her anxiety showing. 

The lady behind her kind of starts craning her head to see what was holding up the line, and I start watching her, fully prepared to speak up if she started getting snippy. But she tapped the lady on the shoulder and said, “Excuse me for asking, but do you not have enough to buy this for your child?” No judgement, no snippy tone, just a soft spoken question.

The lady looked at her with her eyes tearing up and just shook her head, obviously embarrassed but trying not to show it, and without another word the second lady turns to me and says, “It’ll be debit, please.” And proceeds to pay for the first lady’s things. (Keep in mind the total was well over a hundred; this was no small amount.)

The first lady stared at her open-mouthed for a minute before saying, “God bless you, God bless you,” over and over to this other lady, who was acting like it was no big deal and even helped the lady pack up her cart while I rang through her things. After the first lady left I said to her, “I’ve worked retail for two years and that was the nicest thing I’ve ever seen, ma'am.”

The lady just shrugged and said, “I’ve been lucky enough to be well off in my life. Not everyone is. Why shouldn’t I help them?”

I think of her whenever the opportunity to be kind to someone pops up. If only we had more people in the world like that angel. 

Drarry sober vs. drunk--

Draco while sober:
Harry: I love you.
Draco: Shit, Potter, can you stop being so gay for just five minutes?!

Draco while drunk:
Harry: I love you.
Draco: *sobbing into Harry’s shoulder* Harry, I don’t even deserve you.

Harry while sober:
Harry: God, just looking at your arse makes me randy as fuck.
Draco: Charming.

Harry while drunk:
Harry: Sometimes it hurts to look right at you, that’s how beautiful you are, baby; you’re so pure, your hair is like silken, spun gold, your eyes sparkle like diamonds–
Draco: I don’t know him, please help me.

nightmare starters part 2

for part 1 click here!

“Will you please tell me what they’re about?! How do you expect me to help if you don’t tell me?!”
“You should go and see someone about those nightmares. They’re only getting worse, aren’t they?”
“Can we sleep with the lights on?”
“I haven’t slept peacefully in weeks.”
“I can’t tell you my nightmare this time… It’s too bad, I don’t want to have to say it out loud.”
“Can I sleep in your room? I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep in my own bed.”
“I’m sorry for waking you… I had a really bad nightmare.”
“I can’t stop thinking about that weird dream I had weeks ago. It’s like it’s haunting me.”
“You look exhausted. Bad night?”
“Calm down, calm down. It was just a dream. It’s over now.”
“You’re overreacting. Everyone has bad dreams sometimes. No need to get all weird about it.”
“Are you still thinking about that nightmare? I’m sure it didn’t mean anything, okay? We’re not in a horror movie.”
“You should go to the doctor. These nightmares are making you miss sleep and you’re always exhausted. Get help.”
“How about you come and sleep in my bed? I’ll watch over you while you fall asleep, I promise.”
“I think I’d feel less tired if I didn’t sleep at all anymore. These nightmares are killing me.”
“I thought you didn’t get them anymore.”
“I guess it was a bad idea to watch a horror movie before bed…”
“When will you finally tell me what they’re about?”
“Wow, you look exhausted. Did you sleep at all last night?”
“Oh my god, that was horrible… that was so horrible…”
“How about you sleep in my bed for the coming days? It can be like a sleepover. I’m sure you’ll feel good enough and the nightmares will stay away!”
“I can’t breathe! It was real, it was!”
“Have you tried writing them down? They might go away if you do…”
“Have you any idea how worried I am? Please tell me what’s up with you or I can’t help! You look exhausted!”
“Please leave the light on.”
“Have you any idea what’s causing these nightmares?”
“I don’t think you understand how exhausting it is to not have had a good night’s rest in weeks.”

I need help I really need help I'm freaking the fuck out please help me

My cat who’s been missing for 3 months just showed up out of nowhere I comometly gave up hope of finding him and tbh thought the worse by now

But I need help I really fucking need help both his eyes are just messed up he can’t see anything they look like they’re at that stage where they will rot and cause him more problems I’m fuckijg freaking we don’t have money I need help

Pleas PLEASE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD COMMISSION ME OR DONATE TO PHOXYART@GMAIL.COM
I WILL POST PICTURES LATER BUT I PROMISE THEYRE GRAPHIC SO ILL TAG THEM AS #GRAPHIC
Just god please reblig this please if you have any spare money just donate please I don’t even know how Mich this will cost but god I’m scared I don’t want him to sit here and rot

Some Things Kent Has Said to the Rookies While Sober: (See Drunk version here)

1. (About his blind date) “He’s a nice guy, but he kissed me and then he left me at the door? What the fuck?” (“Maybe he wants to take it slow?”) “I’m not the fucking Pope, James. I’m horny now.” (“The Pope doesn’t—”) “Maybe I need to flash my ankles some more. I’ll wear booty shorts for the next one.”

2. “I hope everyone here knows that if a—” (shouting) “—hot, tall, single dad in this establishment would like to buy me a drink and take me home tonight, I would literally leave all my friends in a heartbeat—” (turning back to rookies) “—Sorry. I see you guys like everyday.”

3. (On why he isn’t speaking to Jeff) “Jeff convinced me to watched ‘Me Before You’ yesterday. He promised me nobody dies. I cried the entire time when I was trying to order takeout afterwards. And then I cried on the toilet. I’m so fucking pissed. I can’t even look at him right now.”

4. “Dom and I are going to sing ‘I Have Nothing’ for the AcesTV special. I practiced every single fucking night in the shower this past week, and my neighbors filed two complaints against me, so just letting you know to like, get ready to eat my entire ass.”    

5. “My favorite things? Kit dressed up in one of those cute bowties they make for cats on Etsy. Mashkov’s ass in nice jeans. Extra guac in my burrito. Finding the love of my life and then realizing that they’re actually a prince or Batman. And winning the Cup every year. I don’t ask for a lot. It’s not a lot.”  

+1. “The lighting in the locker room is amazing, what the hell, did they change the bulbs? It makes my abs look fantastic. Someone help me sext my husband, he’s gonna want to see this.” (Smacks rookie’s arm.) “No, not like that. Take the photo from the top-down, do you not know your angles? God.”

BTS  - they accidentally get turned on.

Request: Can I request BTS getting turned on by accident for something that you’ve done? Btw, I love your blog 💕

A/N: thank you so much bby  (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)


Seokjin: He was cooking for you and you were helping him in some things. “Babe, can you get the flour for me, please?” He asked. “Of course.” You said, smiling. You stood up a bit to pick it up and the shirt you were wearing lifted up, showing your butt in your panties. He looked up and immediately turned on. “Here it is.” You gave it to him. “Thank you.” “Are you okay?” “Yes, yes, of course.” He smiled nervous.

Originally posted by softlytaejin

Yoongi: You had a lollipop in your mouth and the way you licked it was turning him on. “Oh God, can stop licking and sucking it like that?” He said nervously. “Why? Is this getting you turned on?” You laughed. “What? No.” He chuckled in embarrassment. “Oh, I see.” You spoke looking at his jeans and you could clearly see how hard he was.

Originally posted by jeonbase

Hoseok: You were cleaning your apartment. Hoseok just came home and you were down, butt up, fixing some books. “Oh my God.” You heard your boyfriend speak. “Hey babe.” You smiled innocently. “What happened?” You asked, looking at him. “N-Nothing.” He smiled, covering his crotch with his hands.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Namjoon: You were on the phone with your friend, just talking about things. And you were wrapping your hair in your fingers. And somehow, he found it extremely sexy. “Hang up.” Namjoon said, approaching. “Why?” You asked, looking at him. He just pointed at his erection. “Why are you like this?” You said, hanging up the phone. “Why are YOU like this? You can be extremely sexy just by talking on the phone.” He laughed.

Originally posted by jjilljj

Jimin: You were wearing just one of his shirts and panties. Without a bra. He came home and you ran up to him, hugging him. “Hi baby!” You smiled. “Hey!” He smiled at you. He kissed you and carried you to the couch. “Babe, are you serious?” You asked laughing. “What?” “Are you that hard already?” “What can I do? Look at your boobs in that shirt, that’s too hot, okay?” He said laughing. “Okay, if you say so.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung: You were studying for the finals. Taehyung was there with you just to keep company. “Stop biting your pen.” He spoke impatiently. “Why?” You looked at him, taking the pen out of your mouth. “Because you look so hot doing it.” He said a little angry and you laughed. “Aw, did that turn you on?” “Whaaat? No.” He said laughing with embarrassment and put his hands on his crotch to cover his erection

Originally posted by chimneytaels

Jungkook: "Babe, where are you?“ Your boyfriend yelled. "In the bathroom!” You yelled back. You were doing your makeup. Wearing nothing but a bra and panties… “Oh …” he said, entering the bathroom. “Hey!” You smiled, giving him a kiss. “Hey…” He said looking at your body. “Baby…You’re a horny teenager. You know that?” You asked laughing, seeing his erection on his jeans. “You’re my girlfriend and you’re hot. What can I do?” He shrugged and hugged your from behind, making you feel his erection in your butt.

Originally posted by purelyjimin

Bit of a Flirt

Request: Can you do a TJeffs image with 16,18, 21?

16: You’re cute with glasses.
18: What are you five?
21: Don’t give me that look! It’s not my fault!

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warning: lots of sexual innuendos/jokes, swearing? but when do i not swear in fics lmao

Kink Tag: none!

Period: Modern

Song: “Thin Air” - Olivia Holt ft. Jordan Fisher

A/N: So I collabed with @daveeddiggsit for this one and it ended up way cuter than we expected?? lol hope you enjoy!! (also there are several criminal minds references bc i’m like that)


You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose as you continued typing away at your final thesis paper of the semester. Hair up in a bun, and some ratty university sweatpants on, you were looking a little worse for wear. But that was normal during finals week, right?

The library you had been holed up in for the past five hours was dead silent, allowing you to completely focus on your paper. Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen when you heard the sound of a chair scraping backwards but you were too in the zone to look up. As long as they didn’t disrupt your concentration, you’d be good.

“You ever think that the reason you’re wearing glasses is because you’ve been staring at that screen pretty closely for about two hours straight?” You heard a curious, deep voice interrupt your thoughts.

“You ever think about how the library is a quiet place for people to work,” you retorted without looking away from your screen.

“If you really want a quiet place to work, we could head back to my place and work on some other things too, if you know what I mean.” You could practically hear the smirk grow on his face.

“That sounds like one of the first lines in a Criminal Minds episode. Hard pass.”

“You like Criminal Minds? How about you let me profile you.

You finally glanced over and you could see that there definitely was a smirk on the very attractive man’s face. His hair was wildly curly, yet somehow tamable to an extent, facial hair adorned his defined jawline, and his amused brown eyes stared into your slightly-narrowed ones.

If you weren’t supposed to email this paper to your professor in six hours, you probably would’ve taken him up on his advances, but what was more attractive than Smirky Guy was an A on your paper. Which you then turned back to.

“Are you seriously just going to keep ignoring me?” He asked.

“Yup.”

“I’m just going to keep flirting with you until you talk to me.”

“You call saying random pick up lines to a girl whose name you don’t know and receiving little to no response flirting?”

“Yup.” He said, mocking you.

You rolled your eyes and continued to type your paper.

“Aww, come on, four eyes, take a break and talk to me. It won’t hurt anyone.”

You completely turned to him. “‘Four eyes,’ really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, five?”

“Hey, ‘four eyes’ isn’t a bad thing. You look cute in glasses.” He grinned at you and even added a wink this time.

“I look better when I’m not being distracted from finishing my final paper.”

“Well if you look this good distracted, it makes me wonder how good you look when you’re focused on someone.”

“Seriously? I haven’t washed my hair in two days, my eyes are more bloodshot than a stoners, and I have so much dirty laundry I’ve stooped to buying clothes from the campus store.”

Undeterred, Smirky Guy grinned at you again. Or maybe he never stopped. “Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see.”

You rolled your eyes. “The library is empty. You completely lack a frame of reference.”

“Just accept a compliment for once, four eyes.”

You started to grow a bit irritated with the guy. Sure, he was attractive, but that didn’t take away from the fact that he was arrogant. “Okay, first of all, pick up lines aren’t compliments. Second of all, stop calling me ‘four eyes.’ It’s annoying.”

“If you told me your name, then maybe I’d consider dropping the nickname.”

You were both interrupted by a librarian coming up behind you and Smirky Guy, harshly whispering.

“You two are being very disruptive to your other peers who are trying to study. If you could do me a favor and kindly show yourselves out, that would be much appreciated.”

“But there’s no one else here-” Smirky Guy tried to reason with her, but she cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Don’t make me ask again.” She said sternly. “Leave this library quietly before I write you up.”

You glared at him as you packed up your stuff. “Thanks a lot. This is the only quiet place on campus and I have to turn this in at midnight!”

His eyes widened as he put his hands up in a mock surrender. “Don’t give me that look! It’s not my fault!”

“Really?” You said sarcastically, cocking your head to the side. “I wasn’t making any noise until you showed up and tried to hit on me.”

He groaned before sighing. “Let me make it up to you, then.”

You scoffed and threw your bag over your shoulder. “How about no?”

“Look, four-”

Stop calling me ‘four eyes.’” You growled.

He put his hands up again. “Hey, no need to be feisty, though I’m not opposed to it in a different situation.” He smirked but stopped when he saw the somewhat murderous expression on your face. “Just tell me your name.”

“You first, Smirky Guy.”

“Smirky Guy? That’s way worse than four-” You punched him in the arm. “Ow! Okay, okay. My name is Thomas. Happy?”

“Not really because someone, not gonna name any names, got me kicked out of the library when I have a paper that my life depends on due in less than six hours!”

“Does your life really depend on it?”

You groaned in frustration and walked as fast as you possibly could to the library doors, glaring at the librarian on the way out when she gave you a dirty look.

Completely ticked off by everything that had happened in the span of a half hour, you rushed out of the library to get away only to find out that it was pouring rain.

You looked up to the sky, defeated. “Can this day get any fucking worse?”

“Hey.” Smirky Guy who you now knew as Thomas appeared next to you.

“Really? Can you please just go away?

“Fine. I’ll rescind my offer to give you a ride to my apartment where it’s quiet and you can wait out the rain.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“There is no fucking way I am going home with the guy who got me kicked out of the library because he was giving me idiotic pick up lines.”

“Listen,” he started, “I know you’re a smart girl, but it wouldn’t be wise of you to stay out in the rain. Especially if you have your laptop in your bag, especially if it’s getting dark out, and especially if you need fast wifi to finish and submit your paper.”

“You literally just met me and you still don’t know my name. Don’t make assumptions about me.”

Thomas sighed frustratedly. “I’m just trying to help. I did get you kicked out of the library, right?”

“Wow, you’re actually admitting to it now. How grand of you.”

“Could you maybe stop being a smartass for a minute and let me help you?”

You stepped under the ledge over the library doors as you narrowed your eyes at him. “What’s in it for you, Smirky Guy?”

“Nothing,” he grinned, “it’ll be my good deed of the day.” He stepped under the ledge next to you to get out of the rain and you saw the distinct imprint of a very toned stomach under the lamp light. His hair, poofy before, was now weighed down by water.

He smirked as he watched you not so subtly check him out. “Like what you see, four eyes?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “No. You’re still annoying.”

“But that doesn’t take away from the fact that you think I’m attractive, does it?” He asked cockily.

“Did I ever say that I found you attractive?”

“Not out loud, but your eyes tell me everything.”

You snorted. “What kind of line is that, Smirky?”

“The truth, four.”

“What truth? I bet you saw me alone in the library and thought you could pick me up with one backhanded compliment didn’t you?”

“You know, you’re actually right on that part, but you being difficult made me realize that I like challenges.”

“You want a challenge? Try the crossword in the New York Times. I’m a person, not a puzzle.”

Thomas’s smug look faltered for a moment. “Okay, person whose name I still don’t know, will you please let me help you out? Just come over for a couple of hours, dry off, finish your paper, and eat something, because god knows how long it’s been since you’ve had an actual meal. I won’t even bother you. Hell, I’ll even edit your paper.”

“I eat.”

“Cafeteria food doesn’t count, darling.”

You sighed, contemplating the pros and cons of going with him. “Fine, but I get to take a picture of your license plate.”

“Honestly, I think that’s a bit creepy, but if it floats your boat, then deal.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not creepy. It’s called being safe. I literally just met you.”

“And I still don’t know your name, four eyes.”

You sighed heavily before tilting your head up to look at him fully. “Y/N.”

He tilted his head. “I didn’t have you pegged as a(n) Y/N.”

“I didn’t pick it out.” You shivered when the wind blew by you in your entirely drenched clothes. “Can we go to your car now?”

“Shit, sorry.” He said quickly, taking off his coat as he did so. “Here, do you want my jacket? You’re freezing.”

You nodded, grabbing his wet jacket. Glancing down at the embroidered insignia on the chest, you then looked up at him with raised eyebrows. “You’re on the debate team, Jefferson?

“Oh, yeah. I don’t normally wear that.” He took out his keys and pressed a button. Lights flashed from somewhere down the street.

“I don’t understand why the debate team has their own jackets. I mean, it’s not like you’re on a sports team.”

“Well you’re wearing it, so why don’t you say thank you? Here, I’ll help, it goes like this: ‘Thank you soooo much, Thomas. You’re the best! And you’re really hot too.’” He smirked and started walking to his car.

You rolled your eyes as you followed him. “I don’t talk like that.”

“Sure you don’t, four eyes.”

You pushed him to the side and he stumbled a few steps.

“You’re very mean to the guy who’s helping you,” he mumbled after he regained his composure.

“You keep forgetting: I never asked for your help.”

“Well, we also didn’t ask to be alive, but here we are.”

“Funny.”

“I know,” he said as you finally got to his car.

You walked to the front and took out your phone, taking pictures of his license plate and the make and model of his car.

Seriously? This guy had a Tesla? No wonder he’s so confident.

Smirky watched you with an unreadable look on his face as he leaned against the passenger side door. “You know, most of the serial killers on Criminal Minds are white guys. Odds of me being one are slim to none.” You walked over and snapped a picture of him. “Saving it for later?”

“No. It’s in case the police need to ID you,” you said with a cheery smile.

He rolled his eyes and opened the door for you. “Get in, four eyes.”

“Aw, what a gentleman. Thanks, Smirky Guy.” You said with a smirk and got into his car.

He closed the door with another roll of his eyes and jogged to the other side to get in himself.

“How do you have such a nice car? Do you not have student loans?”

His hands tightened around the steering wheel as he pulled out of his parking space. “My parents are rich.”

“Your parents?”

“Obviously, I don’t make that much money if I’m still in college.”

“That’s not what I meant.” You pulled his jacket more tightly around you and definitely did not smell it. “Most guys with rich parents will just say that they’re rich.”

“Well,” he grinned, turning to you for a second, “I’m not most guys.”

“Clearly.”

A couple moments of silence passed before Thomas spoke up with another smirk glued to his face.

What was up with this guy and smirking non-stop?

“Hey, Y/N,” he started.

“What?”

“Can you help me reconfigure my GPS system?” He asked, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“You don’t know how to get to your own apartment? Wow, Jefferson.”

“No, I need directions to get to your heart.”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s the cheesiest one yet.”

“You love it. Don’t deny it.”

“Actually, I’m lactose intolerant so nope.”

“Are you really?”

“No.”

“You know, I think I’m learning more about you from your comebacks than from you actually outright telling me.”

“It’s almost like I don’t like sharing things about myself to people I know nothing about.”

“That’s not true, four eyes. You know a lot about me.”

“I know you’re a self-centered, egotistical guy who thinks he knows everything.”

“Are you always this mean?”

“Only when I’m stressed and sleep deprived.”

“Maybe we should find a way for you to relax, then.”

You raised your eyebrows. “What kind of way are you thinking?”

“Well, you’re obviously freezing cold right now, so I’d suggest getting you a change of clothes and a hot shower to warm you up.”

“Hmm…”

“I’ll edit your paper while you’re taking a shower. And make real food. Then we could watch a movie or something.” He glanced over at you before turning back to the road.

“My paper’s not even done yet. That’s the whole reason I was in the library, dummy.”

“Dummy? What are you, five?” He echoed you. “Look, I’m trying to be helpful. You’ve made it increasingly clear that I’ve ruined your day and I’m trying to fix it. Can you at least be nice to me?”

“I can try.” You crossed your arms over your chest. Your white shirt was drying in the heat of the car but it was still damp. “You’re not exactly making it easy, you know.”

“How am I not making it easy for you?” He asked, stopping the car at a red light and turning to look at you. His gaze flickered down to your chest for a moment before it went back up to your eyes.

“First of all, my eyes are up here, Smirky.”

He rolled his eyes and started to drive again when the light turned green. “As if you weren’t checking me out earlier.”

Your cheeks heated up slightly, knowing exactly what he was referring to, before you turned to look out the window. “Yeah, you’re right. I wasn’t.” You snapped back at him.

“What were you looking at, then?” The corner of his lips quirked up into yet another smirk.

“Your purple shirt that really isn’t your color, even though you most likely think it is.”

Thomas scowled. “I’ve never had someone be this mean to me before.”

“Aw, did I hurt your feelings?”

“No,” he said, pulling into a parking garage.

You laughed and quirked an eyebrow at him as he pulled into a reserved parking space. “That’s your best comeback? I thought you’d be more fun to mess with, Jefferson.”

“Is that the only reason you came with me?”

“Mostly, yeah.” You grinned. “But I really do need to get this paper done.”

“You’ll have to come inside for that. Think you can handle it?”

“I’ll come in if you agree to stop smirking.”

In response, he smirked at you and opened his door to get out of the car. “If I did, what would you call me then?”

“Annoying Guy with the Purple Shirt.”

“Funny.” He stepped out of his car and leaned down to look at you. “You coming, or what?”

You got out of the car and followed him to his apartment. “That was a great opportunity to make a sex joke you just wasted.”

“I thought you didn’t want to hear my pickup lines anymore,” he asked as he unlocked the door.

“Find one that I haven’t heard before and we’ll talk, Jefferson.”

“Challenge accepted.”

He took your bag off your shoulder and placed it on a couch when you walked in.

“What are you doing?”

“I did promise you a hot shower, didn’t I?”

“And what will I change into?” You crossed your arms over your chest again.

“I’ll give you something, don’t worry.”

You eyed him carefully, not knowing if you should trust him, before you looked around. “Where’s your shower?”

Thomas gestured for you to follow him before he led you to his bedroom.

“Woah there, Jefferson. I asked for your shower, not your bed.” You said before he rolled his eyes.

“I have a bathroom in my bedroom, smartass.” He said, opening a door that led to a decently sized bathroom.

He stood back to let you go in then walked back to his room to grab some clothes for you to change into. Coming back with a light gray t-shirt and some sweatpants, he held them out to you.

You took them and looked between him and the shower.

“You can shower in peace, four eyes. I’ll be dutifully editing your paper and cooking dinner.” He smirked at you. “I’ll see you naked some other way.”

You rolled your eyes at his retreating back. “What a gentleman.”

You mumbled profanities under your breath directed at Thomas as you closed the bathroom door and got in the shower.


You breathed out a short laugh as you pulled on the clothes Thomas had let you borrow. That morning, if you were to tell yourself that you’d be showering in a stranger’s bathroom by the end of the day, you wouldn’t have believed it. Yet, here you were, in Thomas Jefferson’s bathroom, wearing his clothes.

You kept your hair down to dry and exited the bathroom to find the owner of your new clothes. Sitting with his back to you on the sofa, you saw Thomas’s hair had been swept up into a bun and he was intently reading your paper on your laptop in front of him. You leaned against the doorway to watch him as he occasionally typed something, brow furrowed.

He really was attractive, wasn’t he, you thought.

As if he could hear you, Thomas turned around and greeted you with a smirk. “I see you’re enjoying the view again.”

“Shut up and edit my paper, Jefferson.”

He chuckled before he shifted his eyes back to the laptop screen. “There’s actually not much to edit. This paper is pretty good.” He turned to look back at you again, this time not so subtly letting his eyes roam your figure. “Great, actually.”

“I love the tone of surprise.”

“You’re right. I shouldn’t be surprised. Anyone who can keep up with me verbally would no doubt have the skills to write an excellent paper.”

“Well, you should know that flattery will get you everywhere.”

He smirked and his eyes raked over your body again. “Is that so?”

“Mmhm,” you hummed before you crossed your arms across your chest with a smug grin. “Are you sure you’re not the one that’s enjoying the view, Smirky?”

His eyes snapped to yours, the smirk still evident on his face. “What makes you think that, four eyes?”

Your face dropped into a deadpanned look as you let your arms fall back to your sides. “Are you really going to keep calling me that?”

“As long as you call me ‘Smirky Guy,’ I’m calling you ‘four eyes.’”

You rolled your eyes. “At least my nickname is accurate.”

“Really? Are you, or are you not, wearing glasses right now?”

You huffed and plopped down on the couch next to him. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

A familiar smell drifted into the room, making you sniff the air. “Are you making mac and cheese,” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. “I thought I was getting, what did you say, ‘real food?’” You used air quotes to rile him up.

He sent you a light glare. “It is real food. The best fucking real food you’ll ever taste. I made it from scratch.

“Trying to impress me, Jefferson?”

“Is it working?”

“Not really.”

“Then, no.” He said. “I’m just trying to prove a point.”

You laughed. “I can’t wait for the day when you actually succeed at that.”

“Well then you are in luck, my dear.” He said, standing up from the couch and putting your laptop on the coffee table. “Because today is that day. I make the greatest macaroni and cheese in the world.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Chef Boyardee.”

“I’m actually insulted.” He put a hand over his heart, before making his way to the kitchen.

You followed and hopped up on his counter when you reached the kitchen. “I didn’t know you could make mac and cheese from scratch.”

He looked at you with his jaw open. “You’re kidding.”

“Hey, I live in the dorm. The closest I get to homemade is Kraft.”

“You poor, poor thing.”

You rolled your eyes and watched him as he removed the food from the oven. Thomas put the macaroni and cheese on the counter and you had to admit, it looked pretty damn tasty.

The next thing you knew, a bowl full of the dinner was handed to you with a fork.

“Do you normally eat sitting on your kitchen counters?”

“No, but I want you to try it right now. Just so I can prove my point.”

You rolled your eyes but there was no bite behind it. You found him amusing. “Of course you do.”

“Try it.” He dragged out the last syllable as if he was a kid begging for candy.

“You’re just gonna watch me as I eat?”

“Y/N?”

“What?”

“Eat the damn food.”

“Fine.” You huffed, taking your fork and stabbing some of the pasta before putting it in your mouth.

The flavor of the dish erupted across your taste buds, making you lightly hum in content. A grin spread itself out on Thomas’s face as he watched you with amused eyes.

“Told you.” He said before digging into his own bowl on the island across from you.

You swallowed and hopped down from your perch on the counter. “As fun as this is, I still have two more pages to write.”

You made your way back to Thomas’s living room and sat yourself on the floor in front of the small table that held your laptop. You heard footsteps behind you and felt his legs against your back as he sat directly behind you on his sofa.

“Why sit on the floor when you have a couch a couple of inches away?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I figured you’d want to be able to read over my shoulder.”

“Beautiful, witty, and smart. Wow.”

“Charming,” you mused, “now if you’d let me concentrate so I could finish my paper, that’d be great.”

“As long as you eat while you write, I’ll be quiet.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Thomas.” You murmured, eating another bite of the mac and cheese while staring at your laptop screen.

Thomas grinned widely when you called him by his first name, but you were too concentrated on your paper to see it.

You ate as you furiously typed at your paper, back into your deep concentration mode. You barely noticed the sounds of your breathing or the feeling of Thomas’s legs against your back as you reached your conclusion paragraph.

“Oxford comma,” Thomas noted quietly.

You breathed out a laugh, tilting your head back against his knees to look at him. “You’re seriously correcting grammar right now instead of the content itself?”

“Oh, no the content’s great. I’m just saying that you forgot the comma.”

You closed your eyes and rested that way for a moment, trying to get the light spots that came from staring at your computer too long to go away. When you opened your eyes again, you found Thomas staring at you.

“What?”

He shook his head and a few curls slipped out of his bun. “Nothing. I just don’t understand how you can look good from an upside down angle.”

You blushed and moved your head off his knees. “Shut up, Smirky,” you mumbled.

It wasn’t long before you finished typing the last sentence to your conclusion.

“I need your wifi password to submit my paper.”

It was Thomas’s turn to blush and he mumbled something unintelligible.

“What was that?”

“ilovemacandcheese321,” he stated more clearly.

“Seriously?” You laughed, typing the password in. “That’s, like, the weakest wifi password ever created. You’re gonna get hacked.”

“Well, I’m not gonna have my wifi password be something that’s not true.”

“Of course not,” you grinned. “Hey, at least you didn’t use 123.”

He stayed surprisingly silent as you pulled up your email on your browser.

“Wanna read the last few pages before I email it?” You tipped your head back against his knees again.

“Yeah, let me see.” He said holding out his hand for your laptop.

You handed it to him and got up to sit next to him on the sofa. He stared at the screen with a furrowed brow, his fingers subconsciously tapping a beat on the mouse pad. You leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder as you watched him make small grammatical edits to your conclusion.

A small smile pulled at your lips when you felt Thomas’s breath hitch the moment you came into contact with him.

“You okay,” you asked him quietly.

“Fine,” he murmured, not taking his eyes off the screen.

Silence consumed the room for a couple minutes before Thomas finally finished, handing the laptop back to you.

“Looks great,” he said, “I think you’re ready to submit it.”

“Thanks, Thomas.” You yawned as you took your laptop from him, saving the document. “I guess you’re not the jackass I thought you were.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“Shut up, it’s a compliment.”

Thomas was quiet for a couple of moments as he watched you to email your paper to your professor. You breathed out a ‘finally’ before placing your laptop on the couch cushion beside you. Smirking to himself, Thomas quickly snatched you up and carried you to his bathroom.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You were suddenly wide awake.

“You’re hurt, you must be.” His voice was full of panic. “We might need to call an ambulance.”

What? Are you crazy?”

Thomas quickly opened his cabinet and took out his first aid kit before opening it and getting band-aids of different shapes and sizes.

“You have to be hurt from that fall.”

“What fall? What the fuck, Jefferson?”

“Your fall,” he said before a wide smile cracked his serious expression. “You must have at least scraped your knees when you fell for me.”

There was a moment of silence as you processed his words and then you punched his shoulder. “Douchebag! I was seriously worried about your mental health.”

He grinned, rubbing his shoulder. “Come on, that was a good one.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“You love it.”

You rolled your eyes, glancing down at the torn open first aid kit. “You’re very confident of yourself when we haven’t even gone on a date yet.”

Thomas’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “Um, what?”

“What?”

“You said yet, as in, it hasn’t happened but it will.”

You shrugged. “It’s your move, Jefferson.”

He sent you another confused look.

“Holy shit, you are dumb.” You fisted the front of his shirt and pulled him closer so you could connect your lips with his.

You felt him lightly gasp at the sudden contact before a familiar smirk splayed across his lips. As he began to kiss back, his hand came up to cup your cheek, making the kiss surprisingly sweet.

Thomas pulled away before the kiss could go any further. “So you were into the pickup lines the whole time.”

You shoved his shoulder playfully. “Excuse me for prioritizing my education over the hot guy hitting on me.”

He grinned. “You think I’m hot?”

“Shut up and ask me out before I change my mind about letting you.”

He quickly came up with a response. “Friday night. Dinner and a movie, on me. Dress nice. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know where I live.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ll figure it out when I drop you off tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“It’s already midnight.” He glanced out the bathroom window. “And it’s still raining. Plus, I can’t eat the rest of that mac and cheese by myself.”

“Mm, not convincing enough.” You wrapped your legs around his waist sneakily.

“We could watch movies,” he murmured, his eyes subconsciously flickered to your lips.

“Only if I get to pick the first one.”

“Deal, on one condition.”

“And what’s that?”

He smirked. “Kiss me.”

“If you insist, Smirky.”

“Oh, I do, four eyes.”

“Well, who am I to deny you,” you grinned and kissed him.

anonymous asked:

do you still ship klance?

Eh I guess I’ll answer this honestly if it’ll get the asks I get to reduce even by a bit

No I don’t like it anymore, and just because I know everyone will ask here’s why (also please for the love of god don’t take this as me saying you’re an ass for liking it, it’s just my personal opinion):

  • Their relationship is constantly shoved down your throat everywhere you look and that too at the expense of other significant relationships in the show. You constantly read stuff about how keith and lance helped each other and comfort each other and this and that but if such a scene exists between ANY other characters and keith/lance it’s completely dismissed and barely acknowledged (or worse, completely shit upon in the name of some delusional moral crusade). And that just personally annoys me to no end. 
  • I’ve literally seen so much of them that even the idea of any potential they might have has become s o boring to me. Like I just. I don’t care anymore. I’m more fascinated by coran and pidge’s friendship at this point than I am with klance. I’m willing to talk in depth about ANY interaction in voltron outside of kl my guy
  • People who’re more passionate about said ship don’t particularly like me, and have said some nasty stuff about me on their blogs so that kinda you know. Put me off. Probably forever lmao

but yeah that’s the gist of it. I’m probably taking this way too seriously but since i get asks about it all the time I figured I might as well let you guys know

hit me baby, one more time?

word count: 2.5k

summary: dan calls himself daddy, and phil finds out dan has a pain kink

warnings: blood, degradation, pain kink, ddlb, swearing just general kinky shit

a/n: this is probably shit but oh well
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“yes! daddy wins! daddy’s the best!” dan giggled as that round ended.

“stop calling yourself daddy it’s weird!” phil said jokingly as they continued the game. after the game ended, and they shut off the camera, phil turned to dan with a soft smirk on his face.

“really dan? daddy? a little bit of a stretch for you, don’t you think?” he asked as he settled a hand on dans thigh, squeezing gently.

“yeah i was just immersed in the game phil it was nothing!” dan replied nervously, his cock twitching from phil’s hand on his leg.

phil nodded. “good, because we both know who’s daddy here, don’t we baby boy?”

dan whimpered and bit his lip, trying to contain himself. phil stood up and placed his hands on each of dans armrests, looking at dan sharply. “ i asked you a question, so answer me properly.”

“well, i don’t know, i think that i could probably dom you,” dan mused.

“oh really? that’s a good joke, dan,” phil scoffed.

“i mean, you’re not even that good of a dom anyways, you barely even make me hard sometimes,” dan stated.

phil furrowed his brows. “i know you like it. stop lying.”

“oh i’m not lying. maybe i just need to find someone else. someone who can actually dom me well. you can barely even control me.” dan examined his nails nonchalantly. “i mean, you’re a bit of a wimp.”

phil growled low in his throat, bringing his hand back and slapping dan across the face, the contact creating a loud sound that reverberated throughout their office.

phil widened his eyes in horror. “oh god dan i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to, it was an accident!”

dan groaned at the impact, a harsh red already blooming on his cheek. “more,” he said breathily.

phil gasped. “jesus, dan, you kinky shit.”

“please, phil, just hit me again,” dan asked.

“um, okay,” phil complied and brought his hand down again, creating the same result as last time: a loud, low moan from dan.

“oh you like that, don’t you?” phil asked, his mind beginning to become more and more dominant. “you just wanted to get a rise out of me so i would hit you didn’t you?”

dan nodded. “i’ve wanted you to hit me for so long, slap me, punch me, whip me, please!”

phil found it almost scarily easy to become so dominant, so aggressive. he just couldn’t help it. dan was looking up at him with those pretty brown eyes of his, and all phil wanted to do was fucking ruin his innocent demeanor.

“oh my god dan you’re such a little slut. you’re already hard,” phil trailed his hand up his thigh and brushed his fingers lightly against dan’s bulge, making his breath hitch. “i barely even hit you, but all you want is more.”

“hit me, daddy. please mark me up, make me bleed,” dan whined. there was nothing that he loved more than phil hitting him. he wanted phil to find his dom headspace, where all of his energy was focused on using and abusing dan. he couldn’t get enough of it; the pain felt so, so good. the crack of the belt against his skin, the sting of the paddle, the pull of the clamps, all of it. he had gotten off in the shower many times to the thought of phil hitting him til bruises bloomed on his flesh and blood speckled his skin.

“oh baby, you’re going to love what’s coming.” phil trailed his finger down the milky expanse of dan’s neck, down over his collarbone, chest, and stomach, imagining how beautifully the dark bruises and scarlet blood would contrast against his pale skin.

dan whimpered. “sir please. i know you want to hit me, leave marks everywhere. abuse me. please?” he asked, looking up through his eyelashes at phil, trying to convince him. he needed this so badly. he and phil had lovely sex all the time, but lately it was just sweet, vanilla stuff with whispered “i love you’s” and soft sounds, and dan was craving more. he wanted, no, needed, this, needed to be put in his place by phil, by his master.

phil stood up. “downstairs. my room. clothes off, against the wall. now.”

dan nodded excitedly and lifted himself out of his chair, but phil put his hand around dans neck and squeezed roughly and pushed him back down. “i swear to fucking god, if you touch yourself, i will flog you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

dan made a soft sound in his throat and choked out a “yes sir” with what little breath he had left.

“good boy. now go.”

dan immediately shot up and scampered downstairs, phil’s eyes following his sweet little baby’s ass as he left the room.

dan raced downstairs and entered phils room, quickly stripping and standing with his front towards the wall, his legs spread apart and his hands on the wall above his head, his chest rising and falling quickly in anticipation. a few minutes later he heard footsteps entering the room along with the sound of something else, possibly metallic.

“wow you finally managed to be a good little whore, i’m surprised,” phil said.

dan nodded, and turned his head to the side in hopes of seeing what phil had brought in, but he instead received and harsh slap on his ass, making dan rock forward and then push back for more.

“princess, be patient or ill just leave you like this, hard and pathetic,” phil growled in dan’s ear, turning him around away from the wall. dan looked slightly confused, as phil had told him to be at the wall, but didn’t have much time to think as phil’s fist came sailing towards his jaw. the impact made dan’s teeth clack together and he stumbled onto the ground from the surprise.

“yes sir, sorry sir,” dan replied, bringing his hand up to cup his jaw.

“get the fuck up, you stupid whore,” phil growled, pushing his hand into dan’s hair and yanking him up by his brown locks.

dan winced as phil pulled his hair, and scrambled to his feet.

“get in position you bitch, now.”

dan turned around and spread his legs again, straightening his posture and breathing in deep.

then he opened his mouth in a scream as he felt a sharp metal object hit the skin of his back.

“you answer me loud and clear or else i’ll gag you okay? here are the rules. since i am such a nice master, i’m giving you the pain you so desperately hope for. i will be using two objects to hit you, the first the leather part of the belt, the second is the buckle of the belt. i will be giving you twenty of the first and five of the second, and then fuck you if i feel like you deserve it. you will stay in this position until i say so. if you fall or move, i’ll not let you come for a month, got it?” phil asked.

“yes daddy,” dan answered, biting his lip in anticipation.

“color, baby?” phil inquired, suddenly turning soft and loving, making sure he did in fact have the okay from dan.

“green, daddy, please just get on with it!” dan whined, arching his back.

phil answered with a sharp slap to dan’s ass, jumping back into his dominant headspace, and slammed dan’s head into the wall. “don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

dan groaned and then smiled as he felt blood start to drip from his nose and down onto his chest. he was so hard already it hurt and his cock was blurting precome onto the floor.

“now, i’m going to fit you with a ball gag so the neighbors won’t hear your slutty moans okay?” phil growled.

“yes daddy.”

phil went over to his pile of toys and picked out the gag, which had a nice black strap and a bright red ball in the middle, and brought it over to dan. “look at me.”

dan turned his head towards phil, meeting his bright blue eyes that were filled with lust. phil leaned in and pressed his mouth to dan’s, kissing him roughly right from the start. their mouths melded together, teeth clacking and lips bruising. phil swiped his tongue on dan’s soft bottom lip and dan immediately opened, a soft whine erupting low in his throat. suddenly, phil pulled back and slapped him roughly again, making dan pant even harder. phil pushed the ball in between dan’s pretty pink lips and pulled the strap around his head, pulling it tight.

“good?”

dan nodded, and phil pressed a soft kiss to dans nose, then turned away and grabbed the brown leather belt from his dresser.

“you ready, whore?” phil asked dan, as he took his place behind him.

dan nodded and moaned low in his throat, trying to say ‘please’ but only managed to let out a garbled plea.

phil smirked and wrapped the belt around his hand for a better grip, then pulled his arm back and whipped it forward, the leather hitting dan’s pale back, forcing a shriek from dans mouth. phil grinned sadistically at the bright pink mark that was already forming on dan’s back.

every hit that phil delivered made dan’s muscles tighten up and a small moan leave his mouth, but not once did he move from his position. phil was on the last hit with the leather, and this one was the hardest, the sound of the belt hitting skin was deliciously loud and dan’s muffled moans were even better.

phil stepped back and looked at his handiwork, dan’s back scored with red marks, some had purple bruises beginning to form on the outside. dan’s breathing was heavy and ragged and his cock was constantly dripping precome now.

dan could feel his hot breath bounce off the wall and the pain dancing up and down his back was warm and stinging.

the belt buckle was a relatively new torture weapon to dan, and completely new to phil. back then, with dan’s previous partner, he was scared of the metal, the blood it pulled out, the way it stung for days afterwards. but now? now he wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything, besides of course phil’s cock.

dan turned his head to the side and tried to say something, but his effort was unsuccessful.

“what was that, slut?” phil asked, walking to dan and facing him. dan tried once again to speak, but it came out muffled and incoherent. phil tugged the ball gag down and gripped dan’s chin. “what is it, whore?”

“d-daddy,” dan stammered, his voice shaky, “feels so good, want to bruise, want to bleed, please daddy more, more, want your cock too, i’m so hard, please!”

phil chuckled. “so impatient, so greedy. beg for it, you fucking cockslut.”

“daddy oh god please hit me more twenty isn’t enough! i want more, please. ruin me, mark me, abuse me, i need it! i want it, please sir,” dan begged, his voice dripping with desperation, his only thought was the metal glinting at the end of the belt still wrapped around phil’s hand.

phil sighed. “disappointing, thought you could do better. guess you just are a dumb whore.”

he stepped back and flipped the belt around so that the metal was dragging on the ground. phil had never been so aroused in his entire life, looking at his little cockslut in front of him, wrecked. but not wrecked enough, phil thought.

dan didn’t feel or hear anything for a feel seconds and was concerned that phil had left, when he felt the metal connecting with his skin. his mouth opened in a scream, the cold buckle pulling away before he could catch his breath. the pain shot through his body and his knees buckled, his head dipping low between his shoulders.

“ah, ah, remember whore, if you don’t stay in position you will get a punishment, and not one that your slutty little body will enjoy.” phil reprimanded, pulling the buckle back to him to prepare for another shot.

the buckle hit dan’s back again and another moan/scream ripped from his throat. he felt the warm blood from the harsh hit run down his back and he moaned again loudly despite the gag.

phil once again approached dan and pulled down the gag, whispering in his ear. “i want to hear your loud, whorish moans as i hit you, okay?”

“yes sir,” dan groaned, finally able to talk.

“good boy, such a good, slutty, princess for me.”

dan whined at the praise and arched his back, asking phil silently to hit him again.

phil grinned and complied, making the metal kiss dan’s skin again, and dan tipped his head back and screamed, the pain feeling better than any vibrator or other toy he had ever felt.

again and again the metal hit dans skin, and again and again dan screamed and moaned until his voice was hoarse. the last hit again was the worst, phil bringing down the buckle harder than ever before, opening up a bright red gash on dans back, blood pressing to the surface instantly. dan came instantly as the metal hit, unable to hold it in any longer, the pain just felt so overwhelmingly good.

phil looked at dan, his back painted with bright reds and purples and cum dripping slowly down his leg, and phil had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. it was his first time abusing dan like that, and phil loved it more than he cared to admit.

phil’s study was broken by a low whine from dan who was still in position and phil rushed to his side.

“don’t worry baby, it’s okay you did so good, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” phil asked gently, turning dan to face him.

dan’s face was a mess of tears and a bit of blood from his nose, and he looked absolutely exhausted. he still was breathing heavily and he looked up at phil with half-lidded eyes. “hurts,” he said softly.

“c'mere, love, can you make it to the bathroom?” phil asked gently, placing his hands on both sides of dans face.

dan nodded sleepily, his eyes drifting close as phil wraps his arm around his waist.

“i’m sorry baby, you have to stay awake just a bit more so we can get you taken care of, okay?” phil said, looking at dan to make sure he opened his eyes.

dan simply nodded again and they made their way slowly to the bathroom. when they got there, phil sat dan on the closed toilet seat while he began to fill the tub with water, not adding any bath bombs or bubbles as it might sting dan’s back. every so often he would turn around to make sure dan stayed awake, and to his credit, dan was trying.

phil stood from his position kneeling by the tub and went to leave, but he heard dan whine and turned around to see him making grabby hands at phil.

“i’ll be right back love. i have to go get some stuff for your back okay?” phil asked him.

“okay,” dan replied, all his energy spent.

phil smiles and kisses his curly hair before turning again and exiting the room.

he came back with some pain medication, salve, and gel to sterilize and soothe the marks. he set them on the counter and went over to dan to pick him up and help him to the bath. as dan sunk into the steamy water, he winced at the burn.

“do you want me to stay out here, princess?”

“yes daddy,” dan said quietly, but reached his hand out to phil, who grabbed it and began stroking his arm lightly.

“daddy?” dans soft voice carried to phil.

“yes, darling?”

“can we do that again?”
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this is a lot longer than i thought it would be? also constructive criticism is always welcome as i’m new to writing

hold my beer

Ok so this is yet another idea that I will NEVER have time to write (for those that follow my Cross the River one shots, I’m still sorry for inflicting the half finished fics on you haha. But I’m not sorry for inflicting this idea on you

Three words:

Drunk. Ladynoir. Wedding. wait is ladynoir even technically a word?

  • It’s quite a few years into the future and Adrien and Marinette are happily revealed and happily married. Everything’s just friggin peachy
  • One day there is an akuma, a girl who got dumped by a dickhead bf for another girl and then goes on a rampage to show everyone she is ‘good enough.’ After they defeat her, they try to cheer her up
  • Chat, being Chat, thinks that being a flirt will help boost her self-esteem, bc, you know, getting flirted at by a superhero is an ego boost no matter how sad you are
  • Lo and behold, it backfires
  • The girl (lets call her Ada) gets pissed off that Chat is flirting with her right in front of Lady, because “Aren’t you guys like, together??”
  • Chat backpedals, Lady facepalms. No it’s still not official or public that they’re together (keep work separate from home, yknow what I’m sayin, and besides, it’s unwise to let Hawky know the full extent of how much they care for each other because they don’t want to be emotionally manipulated in battle)
  • The girl is like “shit I thought you guys were like.. the perfect relationship. Obviously not. If even you aren’t together, then where’s the hope for me…. sighh….” :’(
  • Ada is so upset that they decide to let her in on a little secret. That in their civilian lives… they are married
  • Ada is all,  :’D omg seriously
  • (^..^) and >(:-:) are like, yeah, but dont tell anyone. It’s a secret. ((SLAPS YOU WITH HEAVY-HANDED FORESHADOWING)) Hey I know what’ll cheer you up, Ada. Lets go out for drinks!
  • AND SO MY FRIENDS, that is how Adrien and Mari end up spending a night on the town with a recent akuma victim as Chat and Lady…

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Okay, so I watched Game of Thrones early this morning, and I had a moment when that line was said and I was like “Please, no, don’t make her find it sweet, she wouldn’t” and then amen, God bless. I couldn’t help but notice how not angry the GW / Missandei scene made me and you want to know why? Because she reacted like we should teach our girls and women to react to stuff like that.

I watch these two scenes and I look at how one of these women smiles, is apparently glad to be defined as his weakness (Me?) like it’s some sort of honor, and the other’s like “wtf? You better process this or else I’m outta here?” It made me so sad because I want Supergirl to be like that. I want her to be educated and smart and stand up and to see she’s being turned into punching mess is just so unfair to her myth. I want her to make all the faces Wonder Woman did in the movie when she realized women weren’t treated equally. I want her to be smart like Diana and Missandei.

PS - Obviously there’s no way of comparing the two male characters in this post whatsoever, like, one of them has been a slave his whole life and the other owed slaves. Even the sentences are in a completely different situation and tone and a completely different direction of romance, and yet it’s Missandei who’s been allowed to speak up. This just says so much about the writing of the shows (not that GOT is perfect from beginning to end but man …)

Torture sentence starters
  • “Oh god.. Oh please, god, no!”
  • “Please… Please..! I’ll do anything..!!”
  • “P-please.. Please don’t..”
  • “Anything but that.. Please, please! Stop!”
  • “Stop? Why on earth would I do a thing like that for?”
  • “We’re having so much fun!”
  • “We’ll have so much fun, you and I…”
  • “Look at the new toy I got for us to play with!”
  • “Shut up! Shut up!!”
  • “Oh please.. Like I haven’t heard that one before…”
  • “If I had a nickel for every time someone begged me to stop… I’d be fucking rich.”
  • “Ooh, look at that. Look at all the blood. Amazing, isn’t it?”
  • “Let’s crack open the hood and see what’s underneath, shall we?”
  • “You know what I love more than agonized screaming? The sound of people choking on their own blood. Very satisfying.”
  • “If you beg, I might just stop… Maybe. But only if you’re sincere.”
  • “Beg me, you stupid whore! Beg me to stop! Come on!!”
  • “Go ahead – beg for forgiveness. God’s the only friend you’ve got down here. ”
  • “Shut up or I’ll wrap your intestines around your throat like a scarf.”
  • “Ha ha! I love it when they scream!”
  • “Keep going… I love the sound of your voice.”
  • “Stop praying! There is no God here.”
  • “Shut the fuck up!!”
  • “Let’s play a game, shall we? It’s called, ‘how many of your organs can I remove before you die?’“
  • “Alright, here’s the deal… Since you scream every time you see me – let’s just remove your eyes, hm?”
  • “Has anyone ever told you how good you look in red?”
  • “Beautiful… Absolutely beautiful…”
  • “I’m not going to kill you… But I’m going to make you wish I would.”
  • “This is what you get! This is what you get for hurting me!”
  • “Do you like rats? I hope so. Because we’re going to play a little game with one that involves your stomach, a container, and an open flame.”
  • “Have you ever heard of abacination?”
  • “You’ve got cavities back there, you know. Why don’t remove those pesky teeth for you, hm?”
  • “Wake up! Can’t have you passing out on me.”
  • “I won’t scream.”
  • “I won’t tell you anything.”
  • “There’s no way I’m gonna tell you shit.”
  • “By the time anyone finds your body, they won’t be able to identify it.”
  • “No one is coming for you.”
  • “You won’t get away with this!”
  • “People will notice! They’ll look for me!”
  • “Stop, oh god, please! Please stop.. The pain..!”
  • “You’re insane!”
  • “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing – I’ve got a medical degree, you know.”
  • “Shh, don’t cry. Don’t cry.”
  • “No tears now, okay? Everything will soon be over.”
  • “Stop! Please, stop! I’ll tell you anything! Just stop!”
  • “Tell me – how does this feel?”
  • “I hate you! Oh god, I hate you!”
  • “Fuck you!”
  • “Fuck off!”
  • “Oh, what a mess you’ve made…”
  • “You look like a mess.”
  • “Chin up, kid. It’ll be over soon enough.”
  • “I’m just going to borrow a few fingers, okay?”
  • “Could you lend me a ‘hand’? Yes? Oh good. I was planning on taking it anyway.”
  • “Shut up, I’m not going to kill you. You don’t deserve that kind of mercy.”
  • “You know why you’re here.”
  • “Own up to what you’ve done and maybe you’ll leave here alive!”
  • “What the fuck is wrong with you!?!”
  • “Please! Someone help! Anyone! Oh god.. PLEASE!”
  • “Not that – anything but that! P-please! PLEASE, NO!”
  • “Let me go. Please.. Please let me go…”
  • “I’ll tell you anything you want! Just please, please stop!”
  • “I’m not going to break that easy.”
First Interaction Starters
  • "Can I buy you a drink?"
  • "I've heard a lot about you"
  • "Welcome to _____ "
  • "Can I take your order?"
  • " _____, you're under arrest"
  • "Looks like we're room-mates"
  • "IT Support, how can I help you?"
  • "Do you know the bride or the groom?"
  • "Hi, I just moved in next-door"
  • "Excuse me, is this your dog?"
  • "Help, please! Somebody help me!"
  • "I guess I'm your new partner"
  • "Oh my god! Are you okay?"
Avengers Chatroom: The Other Quicksilver

Requested by the amazing @m-maximoffs

Pairings: Some Peter Maximoff x f!reader

Scenario: The Avengers watched X-Men Apocalypse. Reader really likes Peter Maximoff much to everyone’s dismay (*cough* Pietro *cough*)


Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has invited Steve, Pietro, Tony, Wanda, Nat, Y/N.

Clint: So, did everyone enjoy the movie?

Tony: It was okay.

Steve: I enjoyed it.

Pietro: It was terrible.

Y/N: HE WAS GREAT!

Y/N: I MEAN IT WAS GREAT!

Wanda: He?

Nat: No! Why did you ask her!?

Y/N: PETER. PETER MAXIMOFF. MY HUSBAND.

Pietro: PETER. PETER MAXIMOFF. MY KNOCKOFF!

Y/N: YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!

Steve: Can you two behave?!

Pietro: NO.

Y/N: MAKE HIM APOLOGIZE!

Wanda: Pietro it was just a movie. Calm down.

Clint: I think Peter is better. Can we recruit him instead?

Y/N: Yes omg yes a million times.

Steve: No, we are not recruiting him!

Pietro: I am right here, you know?!

Y/N: He has the cutest smile!

Y/N: and his hair is so

Y/N: i cant

Nat: She’s broken.

Y/N: He’s just so adorable!

Pietro: HE IS NOT ADORABLE! THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE QUICKLSILVER AND THAT IS ME!

Clint: He saved everyone from an explosion.

Pietro: Your point?

Clint: And you…

Pietro: Don’t finish that sentence.

Wanda: Pietro you know nobody can ever replace you.

Y/N: Okay but do any of you know if Peter has a girlfriend…?

Y/N: It’s for science.

Steve: I am surrounded by children.

Tony: That happens when you’re ancient.

Peter has joined the chat.

Peter: Has anyone seen my father?

Y/N: You live with your aunt…

Peter: No I live with my mum.

Clint: Nat, use your arachnid speak and find out what’s wrong with him.

Nat: Really, Clint?

Peter: You can speak to spiders? I’ve never come across a mutant like you before.

Nat: What?

Y/N:

Y/N: Peter?!

Peter: Yeeeees?

Y/N: MAXIMOFF?!

Peter: I believe so.

Wanda: Where is that screaming coming from?!

Nat: It’s Y/N. She’s “Fangirling.”

Pietro: IT’S YOU!

Peter: IT’S ME! Haha what game is this?

Steve: Wait so you’re not Parker?

Peter: No, unless my birth certificate is wrong.

Tony: PIETRO GIVE ME BACK MY DORITOS!

Pietro: I DIDN’T TAKE IT!

Peter: Oh you were eating that?

Y/N: Hey. Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N. I can help you look for your dad.

Peter: My future wife is going to help me find her father-in-law. What a tale for the kids!

Wanda: Why did he have to say that?!

Tony: @god what did I ever do to you?

Y/N: YES, HUSBAND, LET’S GO!

Peter: I like her!  <3

Steve: Y/N stay where you are! You can’t just go off with him!

Y/N: Please Steve!

Pietro: Should we not be capturing him or something!?

Peter: Catch me if you can!

Wanda: Pietro stop chasing him!

Magneto has joined the chat.

Peter: Hey dad!

Magneto has left the chat.

Peter: Maybe that was not the best time to tell him.

Tony: Who’s the freak outside?

Tony: WHY IS HE STEALING MY SUITS?

Tony: HE IS CRUSHING THEM!

Tony has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Wanda: I am so confused!

Wade has joined the chat.

Wade: Listen up kiddos. This is what happens when you try to bring two different movie studios together. Shit gets really confusing. Don’t do ice-cream now.

Y/N: You mean drugs?

Wade: I mean ice-cream. Brain freeze is a bitch!

Wade has left the chat.

Y/N: I was in my room and now I’m outside?! What the hell?

Peter: Picnic?

Y/N: YESSSSS OMG AT LAST

Y/N: I mean

Y/N: Yeah, sure. Whatever.

Y/N has left the chat.

Peter has left the chat.

Wanda: Pietro don’t do it.

Pietro has left the chat.

Wanda: Oh my god.

Wanda has left the chat.

Clint: Nat your hair is different.

Nat: No it’s not.

Clint: I can see you right now.

Nat: I’m with Sam and Bucky in the training room. I don’t see you.

Clint: But

Clint: Then who is?

Clint has left the chat.

Nat has left the chat.

Thor has joined the chat.

Thor: My friends. When did we get a hound? He is blue. Is this common for this breed?

Thor: It is quite large.

Thor: Like a man…

Thor: THAT IS NO DOG!

Thor has left the chat.

Hotter Than The Pizza - Smut

Originally posted by jugheadjones

Author: @writing-obrien and @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dave Hodgman/Reader
Words: 5,504
AN: This fic was going to just be Chloe’s but then I jumped in to help her and it became a collab. You’re welcome. There’s just not enough Hodgman stories in the world.  Contains masturbation (both), Oral (female receiving), ‘Skype Sex’, inspired by Chloe’s truly embarrassing events at a pizza restaurant, except hers didn’t end this well. 




She couldn’t really be counted as the ‘new’ waitress anymore, seeing as she’d worked there for four months now. But in those four months business had spiked. People just adored her service.

Parents admired how well she treated the children.

Kids loved when she brought over crayons and drawings she’d printed herself.

Staff took advantage of the fact that she did many tables at once, leaving them to stand idle and chat while still getting the wages.

Teenage girls relished in the times that she would make chat and give advice on everything from lipstick shades to what has the most or few calories in.

Teenage boys simply came for the skirt that she wore showed just enough to tease without being slutty, her legs on show and her top fitted, pens lined along her top pocket.

Dave, however, had entirely different reasons for being here. He loved how her smile lit up when she was left a good tip on a bill. He loved how her hair fell perfectly around her face when she would let it down after shutting hours, cleaning the tables and singing her heart out to the music blasting. He loved that she worked overtime at the little shop, so that he could casually swing back and say hi.

He loved her.

He also hated that he was so sentimental about it and he couldn’t just think like the rest of the male population thought about her. Which he hated too.

Keep reading

RP starters: Injured/death
  • “Hey, you’re bleeding!”
  • “Can you move?”
  • “You will be fine, I promise..”
  • “Don’t you dare to leave me. Not now.”
  • “We can get you fixed in no time.”
  • “Please get up.”
  • “I refuse to believe it will all end like this!”
  • “You won’t die, not on my watch!”
  • “Ouch.. that must hurt “
  • “Shit, wait.. I’ll patch you up.”
  • “What were you thinking?! You could’ve killed yourself!”
  • “I came too late..”
  • “You should’ve told me earlier.. I could’ve helped you!”
  • “I swear to god if you die on our way back I’ll kill you.”
  • “It’s nothing, just a scratch.”
  • “Look, no need to fuss over me. I’m fine!”
  • “Well, you see.. It’s a really long story. Will you help me or not?”
  • “I can’t make it.”
  • “I am dying. There is nothing you can do about it.”
  • “It’s not your fault, okay?”
  • “It just hurts… hurts so goddamn much.”
  • “Are you going to let me suffer more?”
  • “There is no happy ending to this.”
  • “I have been through worse…”
  • “I’m not going to lie, this is not how I planned this would go down.”
  • “They came out of nowhere.. I couldn’t react in time.”
  • “How bad does it look?”
  • “I knew this day would come.. sooner or later.”

dexter starters ( showtime’s dexter s2ep2.)

  • “ i finally get a chance to kill and i can’t do it.”
  • “ and now all my secrets are floating to the surface.”
  • “ how did i lose it? how do i find it again?”
  • “ how can i solve a crime when i can’t even solve what’s wrong with me?”
  • “ has a nice ring to it, no?”
  • “ last thing ___ needs is another serial killer.”
  • “ why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”
  • “ what would i do without you?”
  • “ grandma really talks like that?”
  • “ you get the point. right, bitch?”
  • “ fucking people don’t want our help.”
  • “ this stuff never gets to you?”
  • “ i’m more of a cry on the inside kinda guy.”
  • “ what? i’m so over that.”
  • “ just… prove it to me.”
  • “ it’s like you’re just fucking with me.”
  • “ couldn’t pick a worse time, right?”
  • “ hey, how about you take off? let me handle this.”
  • “ i couldn’t let you do that.”
  • “ i owe you.”
  • “ i can’t even go there.”
  • “ this one’s on us, man.”
  • “ i have to focus. tune everything out.”
  • “ timing could be better.”
  • “ … oh. it’s you.”
  • “ who else you got following you?”
  • “ go ahead. try it. i’ve been waitin’.”
  • “ this neighborhood? it’s full of crazies. i’d lock my doors.”
  • “ bathroom’s all yours.”
  • “ we ran outta glasses?”
  • “ come on, give it a chance.”
  • “ sweetie, what’s the matter?”
  • “ what kind of weird?”
  • “ no. no, calm was what i was 35 minutes ago. pissed is what i am now.”
  • “ hey! who want’s eggos? i got blueberry, or chocolate. or both.”
  • “ assholes! they did everything but help.”
  • “ which assholes were you talking to?”
  • “ i didn’t ask for your help, or your advice.”
  • “ i’ll never understand how people deal with death. why they can’t just… put it in it’s place.”
  • “ not exactly ideal in the element of surprise department.”
  • “ i have to find a new way to dispose of the body.”
  • “ you totally douched me in there.”
  • “ you clocked a guy in a bar who touched your arm…“
  • “ well, thank you for the fucking vote of confidence.”
  • “ hey. just visualize that door of opportunity opening up wide for you, bro, and just walk right through it.”
  • “ you keep up with this woo-woo shit, imma walk right through you.”
  • “ that come with a story?”
  • “ well, you should be more careful, amigo.”
  • “ they had to bring in outside talent. which would be moi.”
  • “ bet this guy never expected his work to see in the light of day.”
  • “ i bet you’re right.”
  • “ still, it can’t be easy to hide a body nowadays.”
  • “ you shittin’ me?”
  • “ hypothetical: how do you make sure disposed body stay disposed?”
  • “ don’t all those run the risk of contact with the outside world?”
  • “ you got a better idea?”
  • “ there is no such thing as the perfect crime. not in my experience, anyway.”
  • “ well, we have something in common.”
  • “ miss me?”
  • “ i need to clear the decks… and my head.”
  • “ they, uh… ate my puppy.”
  • “ you may have to get closer than you like.”
  • “ i’m doin’ enough damage on my own.”
  • “ that was a yes. sounded like a no, but… yeah.”
  • “ you scared the shit outta me.”
  • “ how you doin’?”
  • “ don’t! you fuckin’ asked… so, how am i doing? i’m just fine.”
  • “ come on, don’t get the shakes now. this is no time for performance anxiety.”
  • “ i’ve been waitin’ for you.”
  • “ come out, come out, wherever you are!”
  • “ what the hell is wrong with me?”
  • “ it’s okay, i got you.”
  • “ don’t leave me! please, don’t leave me!”
  • “ want me to knock out some doors? or maybe some heads?”
  • “ what fucking asshole left this here?”
  • “ it’s ‘special agent’ fucking asshole.”
  • “ frankly, you’re more of a leader than a team-player.”
  • “ i’m not convinced you play well with others.”
  • “ i feel like a jigsaw-puzzle missing a piece.”
  • “ i’ve been calling you for hours.”
  • “ i kinda pulled an all nighter.”
  • “ it’s, uh… it’s taking me to places i never thought i’d go.”
  • “ he was such a destructive force. why can’t you just put him behind you?”
  • “ i’m just gonna make you late.”
  • “ dammit, ___!  i need you there too.”
  • “ you have no idea what this feels like.”
  • “ can’t wait to get another door slammed in my face.”
  • “ that’s it. put that out into the universe, alright?”
  • “ look on the bright side. comically, we’re batting a thousand.”
  • “ please, don’t shoot me, miss/mister.”
  • “ if i believed in god. if i believed in sin… this is the place where i’d be sucked straight to hell… if i believed in hell.”
  • “ i’m so sorry for your loss.”
  • “ i’m not sorry.”
  • “ you’re still here.”
  • “ i killed you.”
  • “ no. you just took my life.”
  • “ so how do i make you go away?”
  • “ i’m not like them.”
  • “ now, if it helps, i can tell you it’s not your fault, what you did to me.”
  • “ i’m not human.”
  • “ no. you’re just fucked up.”
  • “ you think it’s as simple as that?”
  • “ excuse me, i opened this by mistake.”
  • “ today it is all about the win. i think we really should enjoy this.”
  • “ i really appreciate your support.”
  • “ it was simple, really.”
  • “ all i had to do was put myself into the mind of a killer. hardly a stretch.”
  • “ trust me, you’re not going anywhere this time.”
  • “ who the fuck are you?”
  • “ that kind of talk is just gonna bring you closer to your victims.”
  • “ no, maybe you didn’t do the deed, but the blood is on your hands.”
  • “ a lot of blood is on your hands.”
  • “ why do you care about these people?”
  • “ why are you doing this to me?”
  • “ i’m not so much doing this to you as i’m doing it for me.”
  • “ you leave pain wherever you go.”
  • “ you kill me, what do you leave behind?”
  • “ look at that, steady as a surgeon.”
  • “ this kill was just the first of the loose ends i needed to tie off.”
  • “ i need to see you.”
  • “ i’m just dropping somebody off, can it wait?”
  • “ a shoe? you wanted to see me about a shoe?”
  • “ i didn’t have a lot to hope for until i met you.”
  • “ you gave me something to believe in when i didn’t even believe in myself.”
  • “ it’s not your fault.”
  • “ it was totally an act of impulse.”
  • “ what are you trying to say, that you planned on acting on impulse?”
  • “ that’s where you disappeared to at all hours of the night like clark fucking kent.”
  • “ if the eyes are the window to the soul, then grief is the door. as long as it’s closed, it’s the barrier between knowing and not knowing. walk away from it and it stays closed forever. but open it, and walk through it, and pain becomes truth.”
  • “ i’ve been preparing for this my entire life.”
  • “ it’s annoying, isn’t it?”
  • “ i’m not taking the bait.”
  • “ you’re up late.”
  • “ you don’t need to do this. you don’t need to do this now.”
  • “ temporary insanity.”
  • “ you’re right. i smell like a fucking sewer.”
  • “ i had to say goodbye in order to reconnect with what’s really important. with who i was.”
  • “ rest in peace… i am.”
Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby. (Part III)

A/N: Hi, I need your help. Is this story too long? Cause if it is i’ll try to speed up the way the story goes so that it won’t bore you to death or I could leave it as it is (I already finished it it just needs editing) and let the sotry run it’s course? You’re response will be appreciated, my lovelies. Enjoy x

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna


You couldn’t sleep. The moment Reggie fell asleep you had just been staring at his perfect profile. Staring at what could’ve been, staring at what could never be anymore. You decided you couldn’t stay there, you couldn’t stay with Reggie for 48 hours without wanting to kill him or yourself.

With a lot of effort you texted Cheryl to pick you up.

You continued stroking his hair and thinking of all the things you wanted to say.

Hey Reg, I’m kinda in love with you and i’d really love it if you would give us a chance because I can promise you I have loved and I can love you better than any girl can.

Hey Reg, I love you and I wish I asked you out on prom instead of going with Betty and Jughead on that investigation. I just really wanted to help Cheryl.

Hey Reg, please pick me. For once in your life please see me. And pick me.

“Hey Reg,” You whispered as a tear fell at the back of your palm, nearly on his face. “I’m in love with you.”

You heard a small thunk at the window and you saw Cheryl below in her pajamas a red faux fur coat. You smirked despite you circumstances, Cheryl just can’t do low key to save her life. You looked at Cheryl and then back at Reggie. You leaned down and gave him the smallest hint of a kiss on the cheeks before gently removing his arms around you. You replaced yourself with a pillow and walked out of his house.

Hey Reg, i’m sorry.


Cheryl remained silent knowing full well what happened without you having to say a word. She was silent as she drove, she was silent as she watched you stare at nothing with your hair blowing in the wind with your silent tears, she was silent as she walked you to her room with your heart breaking at every step you took.

She took a fluffy white blanket and prepared you tea herself. As she entered her room she saw you sitting in front of her mirror. She placed the tea on the ground in front of you and wrapping you up with the blanket. She knew you needed space and that you would talk to her when you’re ready so she just sat beside you. And then, the first sob came.

“C-Cherry …”

“Oh darling,” she hugged you as you cried in her arms.

“It hurts so much …”

“I know, love. Just let it out.” She started rubbing her hands in your arms as you cried and cried until all that was left was your trembling figure and a cold tea.

“I almost told him y’know.”

That surprised Cheryl. She glanced at you at the mirror but you were just staring at your necklace that was given to you by Reggie for your eighteenth birthday. He worked so hard at Mr.Andrews the whole summer just to earn that necklace and even declined Cheryl’s offer to give him at least half the amount or his parent’s offer to just pay for it saying he needed this to come from just him.

“But now, it’s too late.”

“Hey,” Cheryl has had enough. She made you look at her. “It’s his loss. Not yours. You can get so much better than him.”

You nodded trying to stay strong but that only lasted for about five seconds before the tears started falling again. How you will face Reggie when school starts you will never know.


Cheryl tucked you in once more, making sure you get the most comfort in this time of tragedy. She checked her clock, 5:21. Oh shit.

It was almost time for Reggie’s morning run and with his crazy body clock he would’ve woken up by now. And when he wakes up and sees you gone with no explanation he will go ballistic.

She nearly dove for her phone and saw that she had 12 messages and 4 missed calls all from Reggie.

Before she could type in a response she received another call from Reggie which she accepted after breathing in and going out to her balcony where you won’t be disturbed.

“CHERYL! IS—“

“She’s with me.” It took everything in her not to reach out into the phone and strangle this fucking moron for thinking he had the right to hurt Cheryl’s (Y/N) like this. Cheryl knew it was not Reggie’s fault, heck, it wasn’t anybody’s fault but he is just so goddamn stupid and Cheryl wanted to slap the stupidity out his body just so he can see what is already in front of him. What he is losing.

Cheryl can almost see his confusion. “And why is that?”

Cheryl gritted her teeth wanting nothing more than to chew his goddamn ear off but knew it wasn’t her place. “I had a nightmare about Jason and freaked out. I called her.” She went for the one thing Reggie can’t say shit about. Was she a manipulative bitch? Yes. At least she wasn’t fucking stupid.

He sighed, probably calming down from his mini freak out.

You fucking deserve that you fucking asshole, Cheryl thought. She can’t let her mouth ruin what was left of Reggie’s and (Y/N)’s friendship. The one thing (Y/N) has spent her whole life protecting.

“Can I talk to her?”

I think the fuck not.

“She’s asleep. And she’ll be staying with me for the rest of the weekend in case I have any other dramatic episodes. Sorry, Reg.”

You’d probably be too busy fucking that tacky new girl anyway,you fucking –

Another sigh. “Okay, whatever. Tell her I’ll see her on Monday and I’llpick her –“

“I have a limo and a driver. We’ll see you there, fucktard.” Cheryl couldn’t help herself, she needed to insult him a bit or else she’s gonna explode. She ended the call before she can die of too much anger.

Nobody is going to make her best friend cry and not pay for it. Not even the great Reggie Mantle. She will teach Reggie Mantle a lesson for his life.


You have successfully ignored all of Reggie’s efforts of trying to talk to you, with the help of Cheryl, of course.

Texting and calling? Phone’s turned off.

Going to Cheryl’s house? A big ass gate and a few bodyguards.

Calling Cheryl? Not an option.

But you couldn’t hide in her house forever so you decided to get your ducks in a row and face the inevitable. Cheryl wanted to walk you to your first class but she was dragged to her responsibilities with the Vixens which she has ignored the whole weekend for you so you let her go with a promise you’d eat together at lunch.

As you walked towards your first class your books that were held tightly in your arms were suddenly taken from you. You thought it was another of those stupid pranks but you were greeted by the stare of the one person you planned to avoid today.

“Hey, pup.” He grinned. “Missed you this weekend.”

“Yeah, sorry.” You said too quickly as you started to walk faster which was proved pointless since your leg span was significantly different and did not lean into your advantage which caused Reggie to just block your way out.

“Not even a call? A text? Now I’m just jealous of Cheryl.”

“Sorry, Reg.” You sighed. “She was just really having a bad time.”

You felt bad for lying and you knew that Reggie knew that you were lying but Jason’s death is something he will never press knowing how much it affected Cheryl.

“Okay,” he said looking at you warily. “I thought you got mad at me or something. It felt like you were avoiding me.” He pouted and you couldn’t help but try to punch him in the chest. He, unfortunately, just took your fist and placed your palm on his neck, your thumb just touching his jawline.

For the love of God stop making me fall in love with you.

“Pops, this afternoon?” You were about to decline when he gave you that look That look you just couldn’t say no to. “If you ditch me again I’ll be mad at you.”

You chuckled. Too cute, Reg. Stop, please.

“What are you, five?” You asked raising an eyebrow at him.

He pouted even more if that’s possible. “I’ll not talk to you for like, for like five minutes.”

You both laughed. “Okay. I’ll meet you there after your practice, okay?”

“What? Why don’t you just wait for me at the gym? We can go together, it’ll be safer.”

And see you eye-fucking with your new Vixen girlfriend? I don’t think so. “Nah, I needed to help, Cheryl with some homework, anyway.”

Reggie groaned. “If Voldemort steals you from me any more than she does now I’m gonna go crazy.”

The school bell rang making you jump and Reggie chuckle. “Come on,” he said taking your hand in his.

God did your hands look perfect together.

“Let me walk you to—“ He was cut off by the one voice that can completely ruin your day, right now.

“Reg!” You stiffened, not by her voice. Nor by the fact that she used the nickname only a few special people were allowed to call Reggie. No, you felt your blood stop when Reggie quickly let go of your hand. As if it was a sin. As if you were a mistake. As if the one thing that was like breathing for the two of you became something very wrong.

But you realized, it is. It is a sin. You are a mistake. Because he has a girlfriend now. A girlfriend who is supposed to be the one who gets to hold his hands. A girlfriend he can kiss. A girlfriend he can love.

And it’s not you.

You are the bestfriend, and maybe it was time you act like one.

Reggie barely saw you slip away as he turned his full attention to Veronica. “Hey, babe.”

“Hey,” Veronica accepted his hug with open arms before smiling up at him.

“I missed you.” Reggie grinned at her by which she just rolled her eyes.

“You saw me yesterday, babe.”

“Still.” Reggie gave her nose a peck.

“Well, if you missed me that much then maybe we should just skip school today, huh.” She said, raising her eyebrows up and down which made Reggie laugh.

“Can’t babe.” As tempting as it was Reggie shook his head. “I promised (Y/N) I’m not skipping school this whole school year so I could pass the college we both agreed to go to.”

Veronica couldn’t help her scowl. There it was again. Fucking (Y/N). Reggie had been running his mouth off with stories of her the whole day yesterday. She gets that they’re inseperable but there had to be limits, right?

“Oh, speaking of which,” Reggie suddenly remembered her bestfriend but frowned when, unlike usual, she wasn’t safely tucked behind him.

“What?” Veronica, too, looked behind him.

“Oh nothing, I guess she left.” Reggie looked confused, looking out in the hallway. “Sorry, she’s usually behind me so I thought she was still there.”

Veronica shook her head. She really wasn’t ready to meet her greatest competition too. “Y’know what, if I can’t steal you this morning. Maybe a few hours after school?”

“Ron, I—“

“Mantle,” she pouted. “I’m your girlfriend now and contrary to popular belief I actually want to spend time with you. Please? Just a few hours?”

Reggie weighed his chances. “Two hours, after that I’m taking you home.”

Veronica gave out a small ‘yey’ before wrapping her arms around Reggie’s neck and giving him a kiss. “I’ll see you later!” she screamed, which echoed around the hallway.

Reggie laughed. Everything was perfect, right now. He has a bright future, an amazing girlfriend, and even better friends.

God he loved his life.

He had no fucking clue on the storm coming his way.

He turned around to walk towards his first class when he saw Cheryl with her hands crossed and that eerie blank face in the middle of the hallway.

“What?” he asked knowing whatever unpleasant thoughts she was having right now, it was directed towards him. “Mad I got a girlfriend before you got a new boy toy, Cher?” he joked.

Reggie almost missed the small smirk that formed in her otherwise emotionless face. The clack on her heels was the only noise that can be heard in the hallway and as she stopped in front of Reggie he noticed he was already holding his breath.

“I’m gonna warn you only once, Mantle,” she spoke softly, as if holding herself back. “Keep what is dearest to your heart,” she pointed a long red nail in her chest, where his heart was supposed to be, unnecessarily hard. “Close to you.” She looked up at him through her lashes before she crossed her arms again.

“Because if there is one thing you should learn from me it’s that you never knew how, when, and to who you might lose them to.”

And just like that she was gone. Just like Reggie’s certainty.