I’m 100% certified Fake Geek Girl. I live for the romantic subplot. I liked the movies better than the comics. (Soz, I don’t really get comic books.) A gamer? Sure, I’ve had five-generation dynasties in The Sims. No, I haven’t read the book and I’m NOT GOING TO. I don’t give a shit if the reboot contradicts an obscure part of the novelization canon from the mid-90s. Fantasy’s not my thing. The character customization screen is always my fave part of a game. I hate grind. I’ve never finished a series of Star Trek. I LIVE FOR THE ROMANTIC SUBPLOT.
100% real about being 100% fake and you cannot even begin to fathom the lack of fucks I have about it bothering you. Do not even think about trying to tell me how to like what I like.
I smirked victoriously as I knocked Tony back down onto the floor for the third time, my knee braced against the middle of his back. He huffed in frustration, managing to turn himself around so he was looking up at me, a disgruntled expression on his face. I laughed, tapping my finger against the middle of his chest.
“Come on, it’s like you aren’t trying at all.”
I pushed myself back to my feet, helping Tony to stand before lowering myself back down into a fighting stance, a smile playing across my lips. I loved the days where we all trained as a group, being able to use some of the pent up energy that the boxing bag just didn’t get rid of. Steve had us go over multiple techniques and fighting regimes but hand to hand combat - Like Natasha - was my forte.
“Remind me again why we’re all learning this?” Tony grumbled, stretching out his arms while looking at Steve. We’d been on the mat twenty minutes and while I’d knocked him on his ass a few times already, he hadn’t been able to land even his first hit on me. “Well we don’t all have fancy metal suits to protect us,” Clint replied from the sidelines, Tony glaring in his direction. “Aw Tony, I’ll go easy on you this time,” I jested. “I promise.”
He mumbled something under his breath before getting back on the mat, lowering himself down into the same stance I’d taken, his fists in front of him as he prepared for my attack. I licked my lips, sending him a quick wink before I launched forward, using his outstretched hands as a foot hold, wrapping my leg around his neck. I used my body weight to try and tip us forward, hoping that Tony would lose his balance but I was surprised when Tony leant back instead, toppling both of us onto the floor, his body on top of mine. I would have been annoyed over not being able to see that coming but the look of elation on Tony’s face was enough to send me into a fit of laughter.
“I did say I’d go easy on you I suppose,” I said as Tony helped me back to my feet. “Easy? Pfft,” Tony scoffed. “You didn’t even see that coming.” He ruffled my hair affectionately before stepping off the mats, grabbing his water bottle as he sat down. I turned back to Steve. “Who am I going against now?” “I’d go,” Clint joked from his seat. “But that just wouldn’t be fair on you y/n/n, wouldn’t want it to be an uneven fight.” “Come show me what you got Barton,” I replied, cocking one of my eyebrows. “I’d have that smirk wiped off your face in seconds.”
Two days after your date with Derek You and everyone were at his loft. The supernatural beings were mostly training, which left You and Stiles. Even Lydia has been training to fight with Parrish.
You and stiles put on a movie and we’re talking, goofing off, and laughing. You and stiles were playing thumb wars. Of course you won.. a bunch of times.
“Ha I won again loser” you said to stiles laughing your ass off.
“I let you win, it’s what gentlemen do” stiles defended
“ so sure stilinski ” you chuckle at him.
“What now” you asked him.
“Another game” he pretty much shouts and adds on “ but this time I won’t let you won” he says.
You decide to play the hand game tic tac toe. You both put your hands together and start the game.
Both saying “ tic tac toe gimme an x gimme an o give me a three in a row, rock paper scissor” You picked paper as stiles picked rock. Well everyone knows paper covers rock.
“Yes” you yell with a huge smile on your pretty face.
Your yelling apparently caught some attention because Derek, Issac, and Jordan snapped their heads in your direction. You and stiles laughed giving them awkward smiles.
“Sorry” you both say at the same time.
“I can’t help it if I make beautiful girls scream” stiles says to you trying to be smooth and a little pervy while the boys are staring at you too.
Jordan chuckles at stiles ridiculous remark. Issac has no expression but feels a little awkward because you and his history. And Derek does an overly exaggerated eye roll and did not look so happy.
You slap stiles on his arm as the boys focus back to training. You and stiles go back to playing your game.
“Alright now shut your eyes and no peeking” you told stiles. He does as told and you poke him with your middle finger.
“Okay now guess which finger i used” you said to stiles.
He opens his eyes and thinks for a moment.
“Hmm” was the sound coming from his mouth. Another moment goes by.
“ well which is it” you huff out.
Stiles eyes widen a bit in a joking manner just like you joked being annoyed with him taking forever to answer.
“Okay jeez, it was your ring finger” he finally answers.
“Nope, it was my middle finger” you say while putting up your middle finger looking like your flipping him off.
“Well that’s rude” stiles acts offended while lightly slapping your finger away.
“Now give me your arm” you say while grabbing stiles arm.
“I win you lose now you have a big bruise” you punch stiles arm with every word you spoke. When you did you last punch stiles overemphasized saying “ow”.
You and stiles stopped playing around while the others who were training stopped and all sat around relaxing. Derek came to the couch where you and stiles have been sitting the whole time being at the loft. Derek lightly pushed stiles away from you so he can sit beside you.
“Hey I was sitting there” stiles exclaimed
“Yeah” Derek says sounding unimpressed and annoyed. Derek turns to face you ignoring everyone else’s chatter.
“How are you” he asks with a genuine smile.
“I am fine thank you, and your self” you return asking
“I am good, glad I get to talk with you, sorry for being busy up until now” Derek replies apologetically
You let out a chuckle “no no it’s fine” you reassure him
“Your amazing” Derek says and smiles
“So I’ve been told” you sass back with a smirk plastered on your face
“I bet” he smirks back.
Everyone talked for awhile. Then people started leaving shortly after one another. First was Jordan, then Lydia with Kira, Scott, stiles and Issac left all together. That left you and Derek alone.
“Want to put on a movie” you ask Than add “ or I can just go home if you want” you joke
“I really wish you wouldn’t go"Derek says while putting some of your hair behind your ear.
This made you blush which Derek was well aware of and smirked leaning in close to your face lips just touching slightly, lingering on each other. You breath in and Derek finally smashes his lip to yours. Passionately kissing for a couple minutes and then pulling away with cute smiles on both your face’s.
Derek gets up from the couch and grabs a movie for you two to watch. He puts the movie in and sits back down beside you.
"Not that I don’t want to watch the movie, but I much rather kiss you some more” you speak nonchalantly
Derek takes that as his que.
He grabs your face pulling it close to his and kissing you just as passionate as before. The kiss turned into a full on make out session with Derek on his couch.
You end up laying on your back on the couch with Derek on top of you lips locked together. Your hands are in Derek’s hair while his hands are roaming up and down your body. Derek’s hands stop moving all over your body and his lips separated from yours. He moves his face back a few inches away from yours
“We should probably stop” Derek says
You breathe out a little “yeah maybe we should slow down for now” you agree
Derek and you cuddle on the couch watching the rest of whatever movie Derek had put on.
The movie ended and you stood up grabbing your purse.
“Let me drive you home, its late” Derek offers
You nod and say “Alright thanks Der”
You guys leave the loft and get into his car.
The radio is on and a song you know and love comes on. So of course you can’t help your self and sing along.
Derek glances your way throughout the drive to your house smiling at how adorable you look moving around dancing and singing in the passenger seat.
You arrive at home. Derek walks you to your door.
“Thank you for the ride” you smile
“Anytime babe, gotta make sure your safe” he says and kisses your cheek.
“Have a goodnight and sleep well” Derek says to you.
“You too” you say back waving at him as he gets into his car.
And here you are standing at your door watching him drive down the street with a lovestruck smile and gleam in your eye.
(gifs not mine) Ya’ll really got to hurry up and read part 7. i notice that the post saying i will be posting part 7 has got more attention than the actual part. so please read the part as well so you can enjoy part 8. I am sorry if this is short. it seemed longer on paper lol. but no worries i intend on making many long parts as well.
It almost would’ve been easier if we hated each other. If we broke up on bad terms and could no longer stand the sight of each other’s faces, maybe then it wouldn’t hurt so badly when she came and introduced him to me as her boyfriend, told him I was her “old friend”. It would’ve certainly been easier if I hated him, too. If he didn’t shake my hand and joke about the various girls ogling me from afar, tell me to call him Mitch instead of Mitchell, as she’d introduced him. I don’t know if it would’ve been easier if she hated him, though. She looked at him fondly, though my ego says not as fondly as she once looked at me, and it was nice to know he made her happy.
When he left for a moment to grab drinks for the two of them (even asking if I wanted anything, that bastard), she looked around the bar, searching for something. “See any good prospects for tonight, lady killer?” she asked, sending me a grin.
I smiled seeing a letter in the male from Happy. His chicken
scratch writing, surprising the mailman knew where to mail it. I walked into
our house, sitting at the dining room table, sipping my coffee. I ripped opened
the envelope carefully, not to rip the letter inside. I slid out the letter and
$40.00 slid out. I smirked, Happy hated excessive spending, innless it had to
do with something sexual, or torture. I unfolded the letter and started to
To: My lovely/sexy/gorgeous
old lady y/n
I cannot believe we
have to be in this hot ass weather for a whole month. I fucking hate Nevada.
But besides that I want you to know I am safe, and ok. And yes, I have been
loyal. I miss you.. I miss your beautiful smile in the morning and the way you
fit perfectly in my arms. The way your hair is sprawled across my chest as you
hold me tightly.. More than anything.. I miss your body… The way you shake when
I make you cum multiple times.. the thought makes me want to drive up there and
bend you over the kitchen table. When I come home, you are in for it babygirl..
I am going to fuck you so many times, so schedule off work. This is your notice.
I am going to lick every inch of your body. I am going to use my belt to tie
those beautiful manicured hands together, and hold your legs down, marking them
with bruises while I lick your sweet, sweet pussy.. the thought has me
drooling.. you get wet so fucking quick.. when your about to come, I am going
to shove my middle finger and pointer fingers deep in your pussy like you like
and make you cum, hard… After I see those beautiful y/e/c eyes glossed over
with lust.. I am going to take my clothes of, open that pretty mouth, and have
your suck me… the way you do.. the way you worship my cock with that beautiful
mouth.. Fuck… thinking about it… is causing me to lose my damn mind. After I
have felt I have had a enough of your wet, warm mouth.. I am going to line
myself up and push in roughly.. I know you hate it slow.. I am going to push in
and show you how much I worship you.. how good you make me feel.. you have me
pussy whipped.. we have been together seven years.. and I am still going crazy
without it.. Be ready baby…
Love your overly hard
P.S Use the money for
some new lingerie!
I felt the heat pool, the words where so blunt. My old man
was suffering… bad. I missed him too. We fucked at least once to twice a day..
I quickly grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.
To: My sexy killer
I love you.. and I
hate how wet that last letter made me.. Here I sit, so unsatisfied with my
fingers.. I need my man… I am ready to drive down and I see you. You better me
loyal, or else ;). I love cumming on that handsome face of yours.. The
thought.. seeing your face wet with my cum, as you lick your fingers.. makes me
want to go over the edge all over again. Honestly more than anything however..
I want to suck you… suck you so much till you feel like your about to cum.
Fuck… Happy…. I want
to feel you fill me up… nothing compares to that feeling… how you stretch me so
much and make me climax with in minutes.. my old man knows what he is doing
with my body.. but I beg you.. bend me over so I can back into you.. so you can
feel me push against you… please allow me to do that….
To bad you have two
more weeks… hurry and come home.. more like cum home.. ;)
From: your unsatisfied
I looked up to see the door hands jingle. I jumped up
grabbing my gun at the side. The door opened and he walked in. “We got done
early..” Happy smirked looking at the letter. I was in for a hell of a few days…
Pidge: Hi my name is Keith Dark'ness Dementia Raven Kogane and I have a long ebony black mullet (that’s how I got myname) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy indigo eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I love Hot Topicand I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black corset with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
y’all ,,, y’all helped me reach 300+ followers !! i’m highkey SHOOKETH bc my dumbass compulsively made this blog on april 4th. that’s right, april fourth; i’ve only had this blog for less than four weeks, and you guys helped me get there. for that, this is a shoutout for all of you. if you’re on this post, i’m sending you lotsa love ( and prayin’ for your finals grades, since i know it’s this time of the year ).
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@leftown / @typesfast lee ,,, u get the first thank u here bc we jumped into these blogs together and ur basically my cheerleader ;) and i’m yours !! we probably judge each other a bit for our Life Decisions in the early am’s, but that’s okay !! here’s to a million more group chats, impulsively making blogs, and long nights of forcing each other to watch shows. also to yelling ICB ( but we can ) @ each other.
@vanityriot wtf i’m still lowkey Raged we didn’t know each other were on our respective blogs like ,,, yikes @ us !! catch us at our worst. ur on here bc ur the eva to my noora, period. somehow we always end up playing the witch and the kid on the sports team. idk how we do it. lets just assume we’re soulmates and move on, yes !! here’s to more drunk calls, filipino food picture sharing, present sharing and … more nights of forcing each other to watch shows ;)
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@foodfanatic/ @valediltorian / @r218 i want you to know i almost tagged just ‘cosbo’. i was gonna start with saying ‘okay listen up bitch’ but apparently fate had other plans. anyways ,,, listen up bitch !! start locking ur doors, tell me about dallas, texas, maybe one day actually REPLY IC TO ONE OF OUR THREADS ON JUGHEAD, and i expect messages from u every morning. it’s a part of my daily routine bc idk how u stay up as late as i do and still wake up early. also ur middle finger looks like jughead’s nose, good day.