#I have been sitting here trying to do my homework for like 7 hours

[whenthegoldrays]

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[justkindalivin]

Roommate trouble

summary: Your roommate Jesse and his girlfriend Dina fuck..a lot. loudly. When you finally get fed up after being woken up by their nightly “activities”, you go to Dina’s dorm for some peace and quiet only to run into her roommate, Ellie. 

warnings: Smut (18+ PLZ), Language, modern!au, college!au, making out, thigh riding, fingering (r rec), oral (r rec), dom!ellie, teasing, sub!reader, not edited well (I can’t think of anything else but lmk if you find something I forgot!)  

wc: 2.7k 

an: HEY YALL!! It's been a hot minute, sorry about that! The shotgun series is still ongoing but this idea popped into my head and I just had to write it. I tried to activate my asks or whatever but I’m still kinda new to how tumblr works haha. I wanna meet people in the TLOU community and make friends so come say hi!! Anyhoo I hope you guys enjoy, have a great day I love you ♡ - Lottie

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You loved Jesse, you really did. Starting from move-in day, you guys did everything together, knew everything about each other, and he quickly became your absolute best friend. When he first introduced you to Dina, a girl he met during orientation, you were so happy he found someone as sweet and open as she was. She always greeted you with a hug and smile, even going as far as inviting you to hang out with her and Jesse on whatever date they had planned. Eventually, you and Dina also got very close, going on your own little “friend dates” as she called them where you would go to dinner or just watch a movie. You always joked that if she ever got tired of Jesse all she had to do was say the word and you would sweep her off her feet. As much as you loved them though, there was one thing about them that you couldn’t stand. They fucked like rabbits. Literally 24/7. You actually didn’t even know it was medically possible for two people to get it on this much. You come home from a class and boom- they’re in your dorm going at it. Trying to take a nap in your room? Think again, here comes Jesse and Dina tearing off each other's clothes. You tried to be cool about it at first because you didn’t want to seem bitchy, but you were quickly reaching your limit. And tonight was the night you lost it 

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You had a long fucking day, filled with back-to-back classes that seemed to last an eternity and mountains of homework that took you hours in the library to complete. Practically as soon as you got to your dorm and your head hit the pillow you passed out, which is probably why you didn't hear Jesse and Dina come home. What you did hear, however, was a weird grating creaking noise that roused you from sleep. Blinking the blurriness from your eyes, you start to come to your surroundings. The creaking started to get louder and as you become more and more awake, you begin to notice soft moans and grunts coming from the direction of the creaking... - NO. FUCKING. WAY. 

“You little fuck gremlins, you’re unbelievable!!!” You exclaim, hucking your pillow in their general direction. The sound of a startled grunt and scrambling from Jesse’s bed fills your ears as they try to cover themselves up, and finally, you turn your bedside lamp on to glare at them. Both of them sit on his bed, messily wrapped in blankets with a light pink dusting on their cheeks, chests heaving as they try to catch their breath. At least Dina looks apologetic, Jesse just looks annoyed you interrupted them. 

“I’m so sorry, I-” Dina starts apologizing, but you hold up your hand to stop her. 

“Jesse, you're like a brother to me and I love you, but I can’t deal with you right now. Like, just give me a heads up when you two are gonna fuck and I’ll leave, this is traumatizing.” Jesse slightly rolls his eyes but nods, and you can tell he does actually feel bad that they woke you. “and Dina, just give me a chance I’d treat you so right, just say the word. You’ve done nothing wrong ever, and I love you.” 

Jesse shakes his head, throwing his hands up indignantly “Why do I get scolded like a toddler and Dina gets hit on?!? Where’s the justice?”. You shut him up with a glare, then focus back on Dina.

“Dina, where is your dorm and would your roommate mind me staying there? Y’all can finish what you started but I’m getting tf up outta here.” After getting the building name and room number, you quickly pack a small go bag with essentials, wrap a blanket over your shoulders, and begin to trudge across campus to Dina’s building. About halfway there you think about how crazy you’re going to look to her roommate, a girl you’ve never met before but Dina had mentioned in passing a few times. The only thing you knew about her was that her name was Ellie and she was an astronomy major. Fuck, what were you even going to say when you got there?? Hey! Our roommates were having a fuck fest in my room, mind if we have a sleepover? You spent the rest of the walk overthinking and trying to come up with something to say when you saw her until eventually, you found yourself on their floor. Wandering down the hallway, you finally stumble on a light wooden door that was decorated with colorful bits of paper cut into the shape of mushrooms that held both Dina and Ellie’s names. Keeping in mind the mini script you made of what to say when you were walking over, you take a deep breath and raise your hand to knock on the door.

After a moment of silence, clattering and distant swearing come from the other side of the door before it swings open. Your mouth goes dry, all the words you had rehearsed flying out the window as you take in Ellie for the first time. Her short auburn hair falls messily around her freckled face and as she lifts her hand up to rub the sleep from her eyes, you catch a glimpse of a tattoo on her forearm. Wearing just a white cotton tank top and black boxers, it was clear that she had been sleeping peacefully before your rude awakening. As you continue to check her out, you’re startled when her voice cuts through the quiet of the hallway.

“Dude, I was sleeping. The fuck do you want?” Ellie’s voice is still thick with sleep as her gaze falls on you. Oh shit, she must think you’re so creepy, just some rando waking her up in the middle of the night and then staring at her. You hastily blurt out your name trying to seem like less of a weirdo in front of Dina’s smoking-hot roommate

“Dina and Jesse woke me up with their... sex stuff? And they go at it all the time and I was kinda fed up so I asked Dina if I could sleep in her bed for tonight and she said yes so... now I'm here and-” Your awkward rambling was cut short by Ellie bursting out laughing, doubling over to clutch her stomach.

“No way dude that's fucking heinous! You poor thing get in here.” With that, Ellie grabs your arm and pulls you into the room, her hand finding the small of your back as she guides you in. “Welcome to our humble abode, that's Dina’s side so you can just dump your shit over there, and that's her bed.” She says, gesturing to the left side of the room. Shoving your backpack to the ground, you make your way to Dina’s bed, observing the room as you go. Ellie’s side is filled with drawings and posters, as well as a guitar that leans up against her bed rail. Pictures also litter the walls, some of her and Dina, some of her other friends, and a few of her with an older man you assume is her dad. Suddenly feeling the night catch up to you, a huge yawn leaves your lips and you crawl into Dina’s bed, letting your eyes fall closed.

“It's nice to finally meet you, Dina talks about you all the time. She didn’t tell me you were pretty though”. Your eyes fly open and you can feel your cheeks growing warm at the compliment. 

“Dina talks about you too. It's weird we’ve never met before, Dina always said I would like you” You reply, rolling over to face her to see that she was already looking at you. 

“Listen any time those two are annoying you, come over here. You’re always welcome” she tells you, a wide smile stretching across her face

“Thanks, Ellie”

“No problem pretty girl”

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“Ellie they’re doing it again!! They were literally eye fucking all over the room so I made my escape before my vision got assaulted. Again.” You yell, bursting into Ellie's room without so much as a knock. On that first night you stayed in Dina’s dorm, the two of you talked for hours, only stopping once daylight began to leak through the curtains on the windows. She talked about her adopted dad, Joel, what she wanted to do with her life, and her love of dinosaurs. With each word, you found yourself more and more enamored with her. You’d never met anyone like Ellie and from that day on you guys were close friends. Well... you don’t know if friends is the way to describe it. Ellie was almost always touching you, from wrapping an arm around your waist when you were walking together to pulling you down onto her lab when there was not enough room on the couch. At parties, she’d keep close to you, warding off creepy men with a snarl and her arm around your shoulders. You’d both shared countless kisses, some light and playful, others deep and passionate. There was something unspoken between the two of you, you saw it in the way she looked at you, the way she was protective over you like no one else in your life has ever been. You’d never labeled what you and Ellie had, too scared that if you talked about it, she’d get so weirded out by you reading too much into it that she would leave. 

“I keep telling you babe, set boundaries with them. As much as I love having your gorgeous face here, you gotta tell them when you need the room.”

That was the other thing, the nicknames she gave you. You don’t think Ellie has called you by your name once since the night you met. It's always pretty girl, gorgeous, or your personal favorite, babe. Wandering over to where Ellie sat on the edge of her bed, tuning her guitar, you flop face down next to her. Hearing her place the guitar down with a dramatic sigh, you feel Ellie’s body moving toward where you lay on the bed. Rough hands grasp your waist, rolling you until you’re laying on your back. Ellie kneels over you, one hand stroking the skin of your waist while the other glides up the side of your body to brush your hair out of your eyes. 

“I’ll beat the shit out of Jesse, will that help?” She offers, only half joking, earning a small giggle from you as she smiles. 

“My hero” You joke, hand rising to cup the side of her face and squeeze the flesh there. “You don’t have to, I just have to stop being a pussy and tell them. Maybe we can make a schedule or something, I don't know.”

“Oo a fucking schedule, how romantic. I’m sure they’ll love that” She teases and you shove her away from you playfully. Before you can fully shove her away, she grips your arm, using the momentum to pull you onto her lap. Her back leans against the wall and she picks you up slightly by your hips so that she can slide her thigh between your legs. 

“Shut up I’m trying okay?” You giggle raising your hand to push her once again. This time though, she catches it and laces your fingers together. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try to catch your breath from being WWE slammed into a cuddle session and you could have sworn you catch Ellie’s eyes flutter between your own and your chest. Did you wear a low-cut tank top and booty shorts on purpose?... maybe. Was it working? Hell yes. 

When Ellie finally looks up from your chest, you raise an eyebrow mockingly at her and her face immediately flushes a dark red. You laugh as she averts her gaze and clears her throat, leaning down to rest your head in the crook of her neck. Her hands migrate to rub your back, moving the fabric of your shirt to rub soothing circles on your soft skin. From her neck you try to sneak a look at her face, only to find that her eyes are already locked on you. With a small smile, you once again bring your hand up to cup her face, this time just caressing the skin there instead of pinching. Ellie removes her hands from your back and uses them to grab the hair at the base of your neck, bringing your head up to face her. After only a brief look from your eyes to your lips, Ellie surges forward and meets your lips in a searing kiss. 

She bites down on your lower lip playfully, taking advantage of the small gasp you let out to explore your mouth. Without realizing it, you begin to grind on Ellie’s thigh, desperate for friction. You only register you’re doing it when Ellie brings her hand down to grope your ass, forcing you further down on her thigh and quickening your pace. You break the kiss with a soft moan, getting lost in the pleasure until suddenly you find yourself on your back. Ellie slots her body fully over yours, eyeing you up and down with flush cheeks.

“Fuck, babe you’re so fucking beautiful.” She says, tracing her hand along the waistband of your shorts, toying with the fabric. 

“Please Ellie” You whimper, practically writhing under her despite the fact that she's barely done anything yet 

“Please what pretty girl? Use your words.” 

“Touch me, Ellie, please! I-I need you!” You cry out and with a smug smirk, she slides her fingers under your waistband and between your folds

“It's okay baby shh, I got you. Fuck you’re so wet, is all this for me, gorgeous?” All you can do is nod pitifully as her fingers sink into you, a harsh moan tearing from your lips. Her fingers slide easily in and out, your slick walls clenching around her as her face moves to suck marks onto your neck. The pleasure is too much, clenching your eyes shut all you can focus on is the rough pounding of her fingers within you. 

“Fuck, Ellie.. feels so good f-fuck” You incoherently babble as she curls her fingers, hitting your sweet spot and making your vision go dark. Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your whole body clenching and shaking around Ellie’s fingers as she praises you. 

“That's it pretty, you did so good for me. You’re so fucking hot, babe.” Ellie removes her fingers and immediately puts them in her mouth, sucking off your slick with a contented moan. “Fucking delicious, will you let me taste more baby? Please?”. Not finding yourself able to speak yet, all you can do is nod and Ellie wastes no time. Clambering off the bed, Ellie grabs your thighs and pulls you to the edge, kneeling before you now bare core. Throwing your legs over her shoulders, Ellie dives in, attaching her lips to your swollen clit with a harsh suck. You loudly cry out, hands flying to the back of her head as her tongue begins to rapidly lick and suck all over. You feel your orgasm approaching more quickly than before and you unconsciously begin to grind down on Ellie's face to chase your release. However, your trance is interrupted by a loud shriek

“OH MY GOD! What the fuck guys, what are you doing?!?!” Dina yells from the now open door, shielding her eyes with her hand. You scramble to cover yourself with Ellie's comforter as the woman herself lets out an annoyed groan.

“Is this what it feels like!?! Jesus, it's like walking in on your parents. I’m so sorry, I’ll come back later!” Dina rushes out and slams the door behind her, leaving you and Ellie alone once again. After a moment of silence, Ellie starts to laugh

“Well, at least she knows what it's like now. I doubt they’ll be causing you problems again.” She says between her giggles, grabbing a pair of her boxers to dress you in. You shake off your embarrassment and begin to laugh as well, taking Ellie's hand and tugging her into bed with you. As Ellie wraps you in her arms, you can’t help but think you might have to thank Jesse and Dina for being such sex maniacs.

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You should do earth 42!miles x cheerleader! Reader that would be so fun!

Be Aggressive! B-E Aggressive

Earth 42!Miles Morales x fem!reader 

Earth 42!Miles Morales x black!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Language, kissing, brief mentions of drugging, and mentions of steroids.

Requested: yes 

A/N: ITS BEEN SO LONG, I’m so sorry school started two days ago to requests may slow down but they’re still coming slowly but surely, this is my first time doing headcanons and I feel like the blurbs or drabbles or wtv their called end so abruptly but this has been a WIP for a month now so I’m putting it out there, I hope you enjoy while I move on to the next request. 

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Masterlist

-Carries ibuprofen on him 24/7 because he knows you’re gonna ask for it. 

“Here,” Miles held his hand out in front of you revealing two small red pills. 

You turned to him grabbing your cheer bag out of your locker, the picture of confusion. 

“For your headache,” He explained. 

“I don’t have a headache, you tryna drug me?” 

“With ibuprofen, really?” He deadpanned “Take it so I don’t have to hear about your headache later,”   

“Awww, you’re so sweet,” You pulled him into a hug gushing over how considerate he was to not want you in pain. 

“Shut up,” He turned his face away without pulling away from you. 

Although he would never say it to your face he’d gone entirely soft for you. 

-Goes to football games despite not fully understanding it to see you 

“Miles!” You squeaked when he came up behind you on the bleachers and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you down onto the bench. 

You turned around, facing him to find a tray of nachos in his hand. 

He placed it down next to you for you to grab before sitting down on the step behind you. 

You let out a groan and glanced back at your coach who was still standing by the benches on the football field. 

There were only 12 minutes left of halftime and now that you were standing still you realized truly just how cold you were. 

“Baby, you’re shivering,” Miles ran his hand up and down your arm.

“I know,” You whined. “Reina forget her warm-ups so coach won’t let us put them on,”

He hummed gesturing for you to stand up, you did and he pulled off his jacket helping you slip your arms into it, and zipping it all the way up. 

He pulled your hair out of the back. 

Still unconvinced that you’d gotten any warmer he pulled you into his lap surrounding your waist with his arms. 

You raised your eyebrow at him but you felt so comfortable that you relaxed into him and let it slide. 

That was until he started running his hands up and down your exposed thighs. 

“Miles.” You warned your voice tight. 

He continued what he was doing, acting oblivious. 

“What ma, I’m just warming you up,” He leaned forward picking at your skirt. “It’s so short I know you’re cold,” 

You pushed one of his hands away and he immediately put it back returning to his affections. 

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” You complained. PDA was very clearly outlined in the forbidden behaviors in your cheer contract. 

“C’mon,” He rolled his eyes glancing down at your coach “She’s not even looking, relax” 

“Alright,” You cautioned, moving to stand up. 

He rushed to pull you back down into his lap. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,”  He stilled his hands. “One kiss and I’ll leave you alone,” 

-carries you on his back after practice

Cheer practice ran 2 hours late and you already hadn’t gotten much sleep last night trying to finish your homework. You were aching and exhausted. 

Trudging up to your boyfriend at the edge of the track you gave him a meek nod of acknowledgment. Knowing you were drained he just slid your cheer bag off your shoulder before pulling it onto his. 

After your third stumble into Miles’ side, he stopped walking, giving you the opportunity to fully lean on him. 

Your eyes were drooping and appeared to be as if you were one strong breeze from falling over. 

“Get on my back,” He suggested. 

You nodded through a yawn, shuffling to get behind him. 

He quickly knelt down making it easier for you to simultaneously wrap your arms and legs around him. 

Hoisting you up with him to his full height he readjusted your bag on his shoulder. 

He held both of your thighs securely while your arms dangled around his neck. Your head dropped into his neck and you let out a content hum.

He continued his pace to get to the front of the school. 

With your calf’s swinging back and forth your grip on Miles’ neck loosened. 

He asked a small “You comfy?” 

When he was met with silence he chuckled to himself knowing you were asleep. 

Once he’d finally made the trek to the front of the school he located your brother's truck. 

He was sitting in the front seat on his phone with his head down before Miles knocked on the window. 

Pulling the passenger door open with a click, he slid you off his back before lifting you up into the passenger seat. 

You huffed making a sound of discomfort, shifting in your seat when your brother finally verbally acknowledged Miles. 

They both froze before your breathing evened out and you stilled with your neck below the headrest.

Satisfied with the knowledge that you weren’t going to wake up, Miles responded to your brother. 

“Alright, I’ll see you later,” He closed the door before stepping back and watching your brother drive off with your sleeping figure in tow. 

-stares at and distracts you when you do comp. makeup 

As you were struggling to get your larger-than-life lashes to fit to your lash line you felt a pair of eyes on you.

Glancing in the side of your vanity mirror you saw your boyfriend lying on your bed watching you. 

“Can I help you?” You asked turning back around and grabbing your eyelash curler. 

Seconds later you felt a presence at your back, looking up you made eye contact with Miles through the mirror. 

Not leaving your question unanswered he asked what that was. 

“What’s what?” 

“The thing in your hand,” He replied as if it were obvious. 

“Ohhh, my eyelash curler,”  

He seemed satisfied enough with your answer to continue his silent staring. That was until you held the tool up to your eye.  

“You’re gonna poke your eye out,” He startled you. 

“It doesn’t even touch my eye,” You pulled it away from yourself. 

“Is it hot?” He asked, reaching for it. 

You pulled your hand away before standing, lifting the item to his eye. “Let me show you,” 

“Hell no,” He pushed your arm away, wrestling you back down into your chair. 

“C’mon please,” You whined. 

He simply shook his head and took a step back from your chair. At first, you were just trying to be irritating, but now you were really interested in curling your boyfriend’s beautiful and freakishly long eyelashes. 

You kept begging and although you kept receiving denials, you knew you could break his resolve. 

“If you keep fucking around, you’re gonna be late,” He reminded you.  

“We would’ve been gone by now if you weren’t being a baby,” 

“Y/N! Let’s go, I’m leaving!” Your brother and ride yelled from the front door.

“Okay, I’m coming!” You answered before turning towards Miles again. “Just one eye really fast, please,” 

Before he could open his mouth to say no you leaned up wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. 

He sighed, grabbing your lower waist with both hands. 

He rested against your vanity and pulled you to stand between his legs. He kissed you harder than appropriate for the time constraint and you pulled away before he could take it further. 

He was panting against your face so when you said “I’m just gonna do one eye,” and because you knew you could break his resolve, he didn’t protest. 

-his only media on his Instagram is a highlight of videos of you cheering and photos of you he doesn’t even have a pfp

Today, 7:37 PM

miles 😋❤️: Send me that picture 

you: what picture? 

Miles 😋❤️: The one I took of you on your phone from the last game 

you: i’ll havr to look for it 

have** 

miles 😋❤️: Okay so look fast 

you: nigga don’t tell me what to do

just wait 

miles 😋❤️: Yes ma’am 🫡

Today, 7:46 PM

you: Sent 3 attachments 

Putting your phone back down on your desk you started on your math study guide. 

That you knew would take all night. Your math teacher never believed in giving students with extracurriculars extensions.

 He wasn’t even supposed to give tests on game days, but he never followed any of the rules. 

After graphing another equation your phone screen lit up with a notification. 

m.morales added a photo to their story 

Picking up your phone and unlocking it you opened Instagram to find a collage made of the pics you’d just sent him.  

You couldn’t help but smile looking at the story of you in your cheer uniform smiling widely at the camera. The last verse of Dark Red by Steve Lacy playing over the story post. 

Shifting your thumb to the heart icon on the bottom right you liked Miles’ story before moving to reply. 

y/u/n: thank you this is the cutest most sweetest thing in the world 🫶🏽 💋  

m.morales: Yw, my mom said you looked very pretty 

y/u/n: tell her I said thank you  

m.morales: I will

y/u/n: you should've tagged me

m.morales: No I don’t want nobody tryna dm you 

-doesn’t let you kiss him on the lips w lipgloss/lipstick on (secretly does like seeing the marks left on his face tho) 

You gasped, placing your hand over your heart in faux pain. 

“How dare you?” You asked. 

Sitting with your knees bracketing Miles' waist on the edge of his bed you questioned him on dodging your kiss. With how clingy he is he would never turn down affection. 

“Wipe that stuff off your lips and I’ll kiss you,” 

“Toxic masculinity is not a good look on you,” You tsked.

“Nothing toxic about not wanting sticky shit all over your mouth,” 

You rolled your eyes at his response before speaking up. “My bad, forgot you were autistic,” 

“I’m not autistic,” He fired back immediately. 

“M’kay Mr. Sensory Issues,” 

Instead of defending himself again or trying to change the subject he just leaned back into his wall, crossed his arms over his chest, and pouted.  

You tried not to laugh at how childish he was being and instead cooed at him pressing a kiss to his cheek, then the other. 

Pulling back you viewed the two lip marks left behind and the small involuntary smile on his face. 

Leaning back in, you returned to your ministrations amongst his skin. 

When all of your lipgloss and stick was transferred off you sat back on your heels admiring your work. 

Extending your body you reached for your phone resting near his pillow. Returning to your previous position you grabbed his face taking pictures of him with closed eyes and the goofy smile on his face. 

Clicking on the small photo icon to enlarge it you flipped your phone around to show your no longer pouting boyfriend. 

Squinting to see the picture Miles looked at the kiss marks littered across his cheeks, forehead, and jaw, he pretended to not care, while he forced himself to conceal the giddy smile that wanted to break out across his face. 

-his mom loves you more than he does “calls you her mini daughter-in-law”  but disproves of the “short” skirt 

When Miles first introduced you to his mother she was skeptical. You were her baby’s first girlfriend, he was all she had left. How did she know if you were trying to take him from her?

But now you were all she could ever talk about. She treated you like a daughter. 

“When’s Y/N getting here, I want to see her before I leave,” Rio asked in her blue scrubs grabbing a banana off the counter. 

“She texted and said she’s 2 minutes out,” Miles answered sitting on the couch in his Visions uniform, his backpack on the floor next to him. 

Down on the street, you closed the door to your brother's truck before throwing your backpack strap over your shoulder. 

Saying goodbye to your brother you ran up to the Morales’ door. 

Immediately after opening the door, Mrs. Morales pulled you into a tight hug. 

She asked how her “little daughter-in-law” had been but before you could finish responding she was releasing you from her arms. 

Once you were at arm's length she spun you to the side. Furrowing her brows she plucked at the fabric of your cheer skirt. 

With a sigh and a shake of her, she muttered to herself “What is the school thinking, making these outfits so short,” 

Sliding past her as she moved to finish off her morning routine, you greeted your boyfriend near the couch. 

You pressed a quick kiss to Miles's cheek and he immediately perked up from his fatigued before-school mood. 

He stood up a little taller, his display of confidence was however broken by a loud laugh from across the apartment. 

With your boyfriend’s and your attention on her, Rio explained the cause of her amusement. 

“Look at how much happier he is, 5 minutes ago he was like an angry old man,” 

She moved closer to the both of you to coo at her son. 

“How cute, he missed you. Every time you leave he goes into his room and-“

Before she could embarrass him even more Miles interrupted. 

“Mami, you’re gonna be late for work.” He attempted to usher her out the door. 

“Miles don���t be rude, let her speak,” You chimed in wanting to hear whatever embarrassing thing she had to say now. 

“No, no,” Rio dismissed you with a wave of her hand. “He’s right, I’ll just tell you later,” 

She gave each of you and Miles a kiss on the cheek before grabbing her messenger bag on her way out the door. 

As the door clicked shut you smiled up at your boyfriend. 

“So…” You dragged out, “You gonna tell me what she was talking about?” 

-reluctantly goes to fundraisers you have to cheer/be present at 

You sat on your couch pouting up at Miles as he stood in front of you. 

“Don’t you have friends you can go with?” 

“Yeah, but I wanna go with my boyfriend, or do you not love me anymore?”

He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands.

 “Don’t start,” He warned. 

“I don’t understand, why won’t you love me?” 

“Baby it’s hot outside,”

“I have to go though, so just come with me,”

It’d been a whole 5 minutes of you trying to convince Miles to accompany you to the school-sanctioned car wash. It was mandatory for the cheerleaders to attend. Your coach had a habit of enthusiastically signing you all up for fundraisers that she would only have to work the snack booth while you did all the work. 

“I literally never see you anymore come on,” You whined trying a different approach. 

“I’m literally standing in front of you now,”  He mocked you.  

“Miles,” You whined. 

“Y/N,” He copied you with the same inflection. 

Giving up, you told him you didn’t even care if he went anymore. 

Pouting again you closed in on yourself. Miles sat back down next to you and you scooted to the other end. 

Scrolling through your phone you obnoxiously laughed out loud every few minutes and when Miles asked you what was so funny you pretended not to hear him. 

He knew you were going to continue your childish antics until he gave in and went to this carwash in the high 90° weather. 

“Alright, I’ll go with you,” He conceded. 

With a satisfied smile on your face, you hopped up off the couch. You leaned over and pressed a peck to his lips muttering a small thank you. 

“Let me go change,” You ran to your room. “Don’t leave, I’ll be quick!”

“Where would I go?” He yelled back. 

-Gets phantom pains from your tight ponytails 

“Does that not hurt?” 

“It does but you get used to it,” 

You’d grown accustomed to the pain that came with having your hair pulled up into a tight high ponytail for the majority of AAU and comp season. 

Miles however was appalled by this revelation. Every time your face so much slightly twitches in pain he was obnoxiously groaning claiming that you two were connected and he could feel it. 

“I don’t wanna look at it anymore,” Instead of turning away as any sane person would’ve done, he reached over and slid the hair tie out of your hair. 

The release of the tension pulling on your head lets you relax a bit more, your headache slowly fading away. 

“Ridiculous,” You heard your boyfriend mutter. 

“What?” You asked unsure if that was meant for your ears or not. 

“Look at your hair,” 

Narrowing your eyes at him you pulled up the camera on your phone to find a sizable dent in your hair where the rubber band had once been. 

“That’s why you have a headache all the time,” He lectured, moving over you, to massage your scalp. 

“Probably,” You answered, sighing and leaning back into his arms. He complained again about how your hairstyle was too tight claiming “all your hair is gonna fall out” 

“‘Kay, I won’t do it so tight next time,” You lied. 

-believes you should 100% be captain doesn’t matter if there’s someone “better” than you 

“Catherine is like objectively better than me at cheer and she’s a senior there’s no reason she shouldn’t be captain,” You had to explain to your boyfriend after the cheer positions had come out that you were only a sophomore and having a position on varsity was actually really good. 

He however didn’t agree. “She’s probably on steroids,” 

You laughed at the absurdity of his claim. “No one is taking high school serious enough to do steroids,”

“I think she should get tested anyways,” 

“Not everyone that’s better than me is on steroids,” 

“‘Nobody’s better than you,” He argued. “And if they were it’s only ‘cause of steroids.” 

©guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom

[sleepythemvp]

Hi! Can you please do a headcanon on obey me the 7 brother with mc who has the same personality as onion cookie from cookie run pls. Like, shy, timid, crybaby and afraid of demons because of her nightmares. Always carry her plushie with her as a company.

<Well, i will give you my best try- since my grammar sometimes kinda mess up-

What if MC have the same personality as Onion Cookies?

Warning: Fluff, OOC, Crying and screaming! Yea bad grammar

OBEY ME!

Lucifer

Damn.

Yeaaa idk where to start, how about this? Can you imagine you, yourself just following his order because you scared of him

He look likes he could kill you at any seconds like- the sharp looking eyes ooh-

He just gonna make you sit on his lap while he doing those boring paper work

Asking how’s your day been and why are you have that lil plushy with you 24/7, etc etc, trying to make you feel comfortable

Tell you to have some deep breath when you just about to cry-

Oh hell- hug you gently and I CAN EVEN IMAGINE HIS LITTLE SMILE-

“Hey MC? Can you come here for a second?”

You following his words, come near to the table thats have a lot of paper, prepare to run at any seconds because you might gonna be his next meal in the following breakfast or lunch or dinner.

“W-well, what do you need?-“

You don’t even have time to finish your sentences. He pick you up and place you in his lap, you just look straight, asking yourself what in the devil is going on

“…um- i- why are you-“

“Are you comfortable?”

“Well yes..”

He start to asking you about your day, do you have any trouble, how’s what the meal, anything that make you uncomfortable, what is your favorite type of clothes, how many plushy do you have, how was your sleep, etc and etc-

And it seems like nothing else is going pretty well between both of you, you start to relax your body and mind, oh about the future! Its already up to you.

Mammon

This dudeee

Now we are talking.

GIRL/BRO- THIS CLINGY DEMON IS GONNA ASK YOU FOR YOUR GRIMM SINCE HE LOOK LIKE A ✨P L A Y B O Y✨ and you don’t want to get in any trouble or getting shatter because of him

“Can I touch your plushy” it’s definitely the first thing he will ask when you rush in your room when you doing your homework

Following you for 24/7

He will carry you to the bedroom since you pass out when you first arrived at Devildorm (CARRY TO TAKE CARE NOT THAT KIND OF BOOM SHAKALAKA YOU KNOW?)

“Hey ya MC! How’s the day?”

Fooking kick your door, you accident throwing one of your plushy because you was scared and start to screaming like crazy

Trying to keep you quiet and make you comfortable, because you’re standing on the wardrobe trying to defend yourself from him and sobbing at the same time

When you got down from the wardrobe, he just hug you and ruff your hair

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m here to protect you y’know?”

“O-oh, thank you”

And the you guys just chilling with each other, he will definitely buy something for you like, drink stuff, or just some snacks.

Leviathan

Since both of you are introvert- this is gonna be a pretty awkward moment

He just sitting in front of his pc and you just sitting in front of his manga collection

After like- probably- an hours or so, you guys finally start to speak to each other

“Hey MC! Check out this new anime, it’s really interesting”

“I- never seen anything like this one before!”

And then you guys just sitting on the floor and watching anime with each other. You just hugging your plushy meanwhile he just hugging his body pillow

TBC

<I’m sorry kinda busy lately- this is all I got for you guys atm:,D. Thank y’all for supporting me even though I’m still busy as heck<3 have a nice day, stay hydrated!

Slee is going to take a nap, brb.

[bloodybreakupscene]

Hello😊! Can you write a Finney Blake fanfic x male reader who has magical/wound-healing kisses? I know it doesn't make sense but I dreamed about it so much lol🤒💗. The male reader saved him from his bullies and he heals Finney's wounds with a magical kiss! The reader loves helping people and he helps Finney so much. And later Finney discovers that the reader was new in town and already enrolled in his school. So Finney wanted to get noticed again for the mals reader and he also gets hurt and is persecuted too much- and the reader and he know each other since they are both on the baseball field and the reader is popular! So the following days Finney finds himself having an intense crush on the reader and needs the reader's attention 24/7 and his kisses that heal any wound and pain🥺🥺💗. The reader is a year older than Finney and a few inches taller. The reader is sweet and pure, kind and empathetic and everyone enjoys his presence. Finney was so in love that he felt sick having feelings for another boy, it made him feel bad but he loved being with the reader so much that he didn't care. The 70's were shit >;(

-> 𝐈 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! !

finney blake x male! reader (he/him)

-> finney has a crush on you and tries to deal with it

-> BI FINNEY TRUTHER FR!!! finney lowkey had a thing for bruce in this thing too LMAO who wouldn't tho 😘😘 not really exactly like the request so i'm really sorry AB that :( but expect sum more fics after this!! i promise i'm working on some. i also did my japanese homework while writing this so that's kinda silly 🤗🤗

you and finney were best friends, it was common knowledge at this point. you hung out at almost all hours of the day and one was never seen without the other. with the few years you've been friends, finn might've caught feelings. he honestly couldn't help it, you were so kind and sweet it was almost too much sometimes. you always helped him with subjects he didn't understand well, you comforted both him AND gwen after fights with their dad, and you even patched him up after he got beat up again and again by moose and his friends.

you helped him gain confidence for things he wanted to do but was too scared and nervous to try, like for example you convinced him to sign up for baseball and you even helped him pick out a bat and glove. you were a nice addition to his life in a small town, he's been here his whole life, nothing new or interesting ever came, until you moved next door. you caught him staring at the moving truck and waved before walking back in, presumably to unpack your things. ever since you've been hanging every weekend, which turned into everyday.

basically, finn likes you a lot, you've helped him so much and he just wants to be with you, all the time.

you were on your way out of school and waited for finney outside the building. you waved to the people watching passed, a few girls giggling as you waved at them which caused you to chuckle nervously back. as the day passed finney didn't show up, not really thinking much about it you began walking home. as you rounded a fence you noticed finney getting chased by three bullies. you recognized them and ran after them.

the three dudes standing over finney eventually ran off noticing you speed-walking towards them. sitting down to finn's level, you looked at the bruises and small scrapes he got, probably from tripping.

"finney are you okay?" you asked, sitting right next to him.

he shook his head as he buried himself into his knees, shielding his head with his arms. you held his left arm and clasped his hand within yours. without thinking much you absentmindedly held his hand towards your cheek. he raised his head from his solemn pose and his arm went limp as you looked around for something more interesting to gaze upon. this gesture obviously didn't mean much to you, but it meant everything for him.

while lingering on the thought on his way home, his mind was interrupted by gwen running up behind him.

"hey! you didn't see me walking up to you?" she scoffed, now walking next to finney.

"no, i didn't, i was thinking of, stuff, y'know?"

"stuff? oh—, i know who it is."

"what? what do you mean?"

"it's (y/n) isn't it." she said in an "as a matter of fact" manner. "ooo, (y/n) yes i'll carry those books for you, i'll even jump off a cliff for you!" she teased finney, based on the fact that when you visited their home she found finney carrying your bag despite you saying he didn't have to.

"don't be too loud! what if he's around?" finney states nervously, looking around.

"finney please, he's not going to just jump out of anywhere, besides he wouldn't notice if you had a crush on him unless you confessed directly."

"i guess, but i don't know, let's just get inside."

"no, i'm going to susie's today, only for a little bit though, i'll see you later finney!"

"alright."

hours passed and it was now time for finney's baseball game. he felt extra nervous this time because he was going against bruce. now, before he realized he had a crush on you, he thought bruce was extremely attractive and now that he thinks about it, bruce was way out of his league. but the reason he was so nervous is that you were here, and so was bruce, which means you'll see bruce as well. finney doesn't think he'll be able to handle you having a crush on someone.

trying to ignore the disgusting anxiety he felt in his chest, he continued to play. he was doing pretty good until bruce hit a home run and the last ball he pitched. it was inevitable but he still felt like throwing his stomach on the floor and running away. he dejectedly walked outside the field and almost screamed when you hugged him from behind congratulating him on playing.

"finney!! you did so good!" you held him in your arms, putting your chin on his shoulder.

"oh, thanks (y/n)." he said, attempting to sound as happy as possible despite him losing.

"are you mad you lost? it's not a big deal, besides it's bruce he plays really good." you giggled, letting go of finney, now face to face with him.

"hey! you!" speaking of bruce; finn thought as he approached the two of you.

"man, your arm is mint. you almost had me there haha!" he said, slightly out of breath.

"oh yeah, thanks, you were good as well, because you know, you won."

"and, you're (y/n) right? i think we have the same science period." he recalled, now facing you instead of finney. finney was already annoyed about losing in front of you but now bruce is trying to—i don't know? ask you out? he doesn't really know but he knew he was jealous about it.

"mhm, you sit a few seats in front of me i think." you said before looking down to your hand to see finney holding it. you laughed to yourself and ended your conversation with bruce.

you and finney sat down upon the sidewalk in front of your house, not speaking, no one saying a thing. as you were staring at the ground, he was staring at you, deep in thought. while he was staring into space, his head was crowded. he liked you; a lot, he began to realize. he’s never liked someone so much before, i mean, there was donna who he had a crush on for a while, but while with her there was this thought in the back of his head; the thought being you, to do things with you. then there was bruce, however he’s pretty sure that was just admiration.

“finney? what’s with you lately? are you good?” you asked, fed up, but also concerned because of his behavior.

“i, i don’t know, i’m fine.”

“no, you’re not, now tell me what the hell’s the matter with you.”

:i, um.” now or never finney, “i like you, a lot. your hair, smile, personality, the way you help me when i don’t deserve it, the fact that you’ve never judged me, when you comfort gwen, when you comfort ME. i just, really like you.” his tone of voice contradicting his feelings.

“was—is that it?” you looked agape.

“um, i guess, yeah.”

“i like you too. i just didn’t know if you liked me back.” you laughed at the end of your sentence.

finney chuckled, “so, are we like, dating? i don’t really know how this works.”

you laughed at his dorky expression and leaned in to kiss him.

“I guess we are.”

[honeybeecomebuzzingme]

Can't sleep. I've been popping on and off here and overthinkin again for hundreds of times. I deleted 1 message to 1 friend.

Nobody cares about the order of words I use. No worries about judgement from my friends. I don't need to be anxious about how long I wait for American friends.

Time difference is always a pain in the butt. My editor lives in a different time zone to half my other friends.

My cousin lives in Australia so I will at some point hope to visit his family.

I miss my friends and family.

I miss my Nakama. I miss my best friend.

Because I was drinking last night I drunkenly blurted a few things to the friend I also deleted the 1 message to.

With other people I think I did try to message them afterwards and I have read back on the other, not deleted, texts and it merely shows I'm happy and having a good time. Very enthusiastically.

The other friends, well I just mentioned vaguely that the event made me want to go to Germany and that I was happy.

I don't want to sleep and dream of him. That is probably why I'm now sitting here all night worrying myself. Unfortunately.

I did dream of him yesterday but I didn't panic about asking questions. I want to just be friends with him and that's it.

I hate that constant overthinking.

I'm so exhausted and I want to get past these emotions. I need to do my therapy homework and focus on that.

Instead of doing the homework I've been keeping myself busy with writing and talking to people. Procrastinating.

I'm going to try to make myself watch Netflix and go for a walk later.

Spending time with my dad was good but the drinking was too much and it's like a trigger for me to message too much.

I hated that I deleted messages at all so deleting just the one message I wish I didn't do. I wish I left the message for context and just let it be. It sucks.

My stomach has been twisting and turning a little too much. I think it's worth eating but also I need to sleep.

It's now Sunday morning so I will have at least 7/8 hours of sleep. I hope I don't have any dreams at all tho. Dreams scare me.

I miss my friends. I wish we could hang out and get drunk together so I don't have these moments of sending them drunk texts and have the opportunity to sit and ruminate on things all night.

[julessworldd]

Suspension week blues Duff x Frankie

More of teenage Frankie McKagan

Warnings: punching, high school bullshit, parental issues, mentions of therapy, little angst

I was eating lunch with my best friend, Katelin trying to finish some math homework.

“I hate babysitting my brothers, they’re so stupid”, Katelin whined. “Katie, hey. You’re still on #15 and it’s due next period”, I giggled.

“I don’t know why her dad is still touring. I mean he’s just a washed up rockstar”, my ex, Brandon howled. Making me look up at him, “Oh hi Frankie. Didn’t see ya there, this is Emily”, he introduced me to the ginger girl. “Anyways. Yeah he was drunk and could barely play right. The singer is an asshole, but her daddy is a major drunk” Brandon started walking off

“Hey fuckface!”, I yelled

Brandon smirked

I punched his nose, the whole cafeteria went silent after Emily’s screams and broken nose. I was on top of him punching him, “Shut your fucking mouth!”

“Miss McKagan!”

“It’s over!”, I seen Mr. Stevens pulling me of Brandon

I was sitting with some kid who was in trouble too, my father and step mother walked in. Dad and I made eye contact. He was pissed.

“Dad. Hey”, I stood up but he walked in the office ignoring me. Susan gave a sad smile. “Frankie”, the assistant principal called for me.

“How mad does he look?”, I asked her. “You probably won’t a car or social life for a good while”, she gave me small pat on my shoulder.

“Now your daughter is a good student, but if I don’t do any punishment the boy’s parents are gonna sue the school. I don’t want to but I have no choice”

“He started it! Call Kaitlin Morris in here”, I gasped

“Frankie, sit down and be quiet!”, Dad raised his voice. I was shocked, he wasn’t fighting for me or demanding that boy’s head on a stick.

“Daddy”, I whispered, Susan heard me thou. “Do something”, I mouthed at her.

“I can suspend her for a week”

“No! My scholarship to Alabama!”, I groaned

“Well you should have thought about that when you pounced on him. Now sit down!”, Dad snapped.

“Who are you? Cause my dad would be demanding Brandon to suspended not me. Fine suspend me, but act like your my father and you care. And right now you’re being a shitty father! Thanks for not being protector!”, I stormed out

“Frankie!” Susan got up

I beat them home well I was at my mothers

“He sat there and didn’t defend me or anything! He’s a shitty dad”, I cried.

“Honey, he loves you very much. Why he didn’t come there guns blazing I don’t know. But I do know he loves you”, my mother said.

“Guess, I’m hurt that he acted like that. But Brandon was talking mad shit about him. How he used to be drunk 24/7 and he’s a washed up rockstar. I was defending my family. Maybe I was hurt from him and what he did to me but he had no right to shit talk my father”, I whined.

“Hello?” My mother answered

“Yes, she is with me. Don’t worry I’m sending her your way, but you should really hear her side”

“I gotta go huh?”, I asked

“Now not, but he’s expecting you, love”, she smiled

“I’m sorry to take you away from work, just needed one parent to listen. Thank you mama”, I kissed her cheek. “Love you franks” “love you too mama”

I pulled into the driveway an hour later

“At least the girls won’t be home”

Dad was sitting at the bar talking to Susan

“Good luck”, Susan whispered as she passed

“You have 2 minutes go”

“Okay.. Katie and I were finishing homework and he waltzed over with some red head. He was talking about how you drunk in guns and that you were just washed up old rockstar. I’m sorry I let my emotions get in the way, but he ain’t doing that and getting away with it. So I’m sorry for defending your name, but I did it anyways” I said. He looked at me

“Frankie, I’ve been in the spotlight since I was 24. I’ve heard people make up a ton of shit about me and my career. But I let them because I know I can’t change the past but who cares. I know what I know is true. I appreciate you defending my honor, but I don’t care what some 17 year old jock has to say. I remember him gushing over me when you brought him home” dad said.

“So are you mad or what?”

“No but I’m disappointed in you. I raised you better, your mother taught you better. And yes your grounded! No laptop, you are only allowed to drive to school and back home. I’m off for a month so you’ll be with me at the gym when you’re not in school. Don’t be stupid and let your emotions get the best of you like today. Go to your room”, he stood up

“At least I’m alive”, I sighed and walked to my room

“Frankie! Frankie!” Mae busted in

“Mae, what have I told you about not knocking!”, I yelled. “I’m sorry Frankie, just wanted to come play”

“I can’t, Mae”

“Why?”

“I’m grounded”

“Why?”

“I got in a fight at school and dad grounded me”

“Why?”

“Mae!” I picked her up, placing her with dad on the couch. He smirked. “Keep your rug rats out of my room”, I sighed stomping upstairs.

It was 5am when dad busted in

“Rise and shine, Frankie!”, he yelled

“Go away!”

“Gym time!”, he yanked the blanket off of me

I whined, “Dadd”

“Frankkkiee” “get dressed”

“It’s too early to be up”, i sighed as we walked outside to the car.

We pulled up to the dojo, he brought me to workout, I’m gonna die today.

“Awh you brought little McKagan before school”, Benji smiled. “No, she’s got herself suspended for a week” Duff said. “What for?” “She jumped her ex for talking about me”

He clicked his tongue, “Little McKagan, don’t play into your emotions”

“I’m leaving”, I turned my heels

Dad grabbed me before I leave, “How’s torturing me physically gonna help me?” I whined as he brought me back to Benji. “You’ll see, princess”, he said sitting me down on my feet.

Benji wrapped my knuckles and hands, “If you let me leave now I won’t tell him” I smiled

“Nice try little one”

“Frankie!”

We got in the ring, “How is sparing gonna help me control my emotions?” I scoffed.

He had his blocking gloves on as I stood there with my gloves on. “Come”

“I don’t want to”, I sighed.

“Didn’t take you as weak, Frankie”

“Well I showed I was strong and it made my father not appreciate it so”, I rolled my eyes.

“He appreciates it, little one. I’ve taught him to hold control on his emotions. Come”

“Then why do I have to be tortured?”

“Frankie Alice”, Dad yelled.

“Switch, she’s not ready”

Dad climbed over the rope

“Rather be listening to snape teach chemistry”, I sighed as I climbed down.

After 3 hrs we left the gym

“Dad, can we talk? Like adults”, I asked he turned on the sunset strip. “Long as you act like an adult”

“I’ve done some thinking, maybe it wasn’t just Brandon talking about you. Im still hurt about how he did me and everything that happened. Believe me, I don’t want be known as a hot head like Axl. So I’m sorry I embarrassed the family but I did it for love”

Dad looked at me, “He did do you dirty, but you shouldn’t have went low. I understand being young and in love and some times you get burnt. I can put in therapy and get benji to help you as well”

“Thank you, dad. Love you”, I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“Love you too, Franks”

We walked in the studio where Slash and Izzy were at

“You think he’ll stay around?”

“I’m hoping your godfather does. He’s a good musician and songwriter” Dad gave a weak smile.

“Why are you in school, pumpkin?” Izzy asked as we walked in. “I got suspended”

“Suspended?”, Slash asked.

“I jumped my ex for talking shit about dad” I sat down. Izzy smirked and Slash laughed.

“You aren’t helping her learn her lesson”, Dad huffed.

“Didn’t you jump your ex wife’s new fiancé?”, Izzy asked, rolling his eyes.

“Come on, Frankie. I’m taking you home, you can help Susan there”, Dad said.

“Dad please! I haven’t seen Uncle Izzy in forever, guess I’m more like you than I thought. That was 20 years ago, who cares if you did that or not”, I looked him in the eyes.

Slash nodded at his best friend

The studio owner’s nephew decided to come in and like he owned it.

“Never seen you around. What’s your name, pretty girl?”, he asked as I rolled my eyes at Izzy.

Izzy smirked as he strummed his guitar

“Frankie”

“You look a little young to be a groupie” he smirked

“The bass player is my father actually. Besides I don’t like short guys”, I smirked, watching the smirk on his face drop. Izzy held a laugh in.

“Well if you ever change your mind”, he dropped a card on my lap as he walked out.

“First all of ew. Second of all eww”, I laughed as he shut the door

“I don’t know who you act like more your mother or father”, Izzy laughed.

“Wow Roger Greffen” I snorted as dad walked out.

“What?”

“Greffen’s great nephew gave Frankie his number and asked her out”, Izzy replied.

“After he realized I wasn’t a groupie”

Dad’s face dropped

“Alright we’re leaving for real. We have to pick the girls up, Sus is stuck in a meeting”

“Okay.. It was nice seeing you, izzy love you”, I kissed his cheek. “Love you too, pumpkin”

“Bye Frankie. Don’t go breaking anymore teenage boys’ noses”, slash yelled as we left

“He’s never gonna let that go is he?”

“Maybe in a month or two” Dad smiled.

“Frankie!” Mae smiled as she got in her car seat.

“You need help Mae Mae?”, I asked.

“No I got it!” “Mae, where’s Grace?”

“Oh she’s with her teacher”, Mae smiled as she held her doll up.

“Can one child stay out of trouble for a week?”

“I’ll be back.. Don’t unlock the doors no matter what” Dad sighed as he got out.

“Where’s daddy going, Frankie?” Mae asked

“To get Gigi. So we can go home”

Grace was crying as Dad held her walking our way

“Hey little G”

I looked at dad

“Bad day” he mouthed

I pointed at my eye

He nodded. Kids were giving Grace hell for her eye condition, so what it went in some. But kids are assholes. Wish I could stop it for her

Grace and Mae were playing in the living room as I watching the Kardashians

“No tv is either”, Dad turned it off as he walked in

“Kim was getting married again!” I whined

He shrugged, “I’m on my 3rd wife, weddings are the same”

“How long am I grounded for?”

“I’m still thinking about it”

“Can I go to Alabama to be an engineer at least?”

“Yes only because I spent 50,000 already” Dad smirked.

“Daddy? What’s an engineer?” Mae asked

“Yeah sounds boring” Grace giggled

“Says the one who wants to marry Justin Bieber” I scoffed as I leaned on his shoulder

“No! It’s Harry styles” Grace scoffed

“I apologize, your Grace”, I rolled my eyes

Dad smiled

3 days later

My body was screaming at me, the dojo killed me and brought me back again to die.

“Kill me” I whined as I climbed in the hot bath

There was a knock

“Yes?”

“Frankie” Grace said as she opened the door

She sat next to the tub with a sad look on her face

“Yes hello kitty?”

“What’s wrong with me?” She asked

“Nothing, g. You are perfect in every way possible” I grabbed her hand

“Then why do they make fun of my eye?”

I was silent

“Kids are mean, Grace. There’s just people out there at like to pick on people or start drama for no reason. But you shouldn’t let that bother you, they want it to bother us. It makes them feel good because they’re so miserable themselves”

She smiled.. “But you should let them win like that, they get what they want then. Believe me, I know it’s hard to not get angry or upset. Don’t be like me and feed into it. You Grace Elizabeth are so gorgeous, your flaw doesn’t define you. This does” I pointed at her heart. “Be a good person, okay. Dad has raised us to be good people to others”

She smiled and reaches over to hug me, “You’re the best big sister ever”

“I try to be, sweetheart” I smiled.

“When am I gonna get boobs like you?” She asked

I snorted, “Soon maybe? They’re not all that, Gigi”

“I know we have different mommies but maybe I’ll have them like you” she blushed.

“Grace! Bath time”, Susan yelled. “Go on, I’ll come tell you and Mae good night”, I kissed her temple.

I was downstairs getting a drink

“Here” Dad sat down my laptop, phone, car keys.

“You sure?” I turned around

“Yes, I know what’s like to be young and dumb. And I heard what you told Grace in your bathroom. I could hear it in your voice you learned your lesson”

“Thank you. What did I miss on game of thrones?” I smiled.

“Not much. Get some sleep gym is early”

“Dad?”

He turned around

“Could I go to Pilates with Sus instead?”

“Sure kid”

I walked up and hugged his waist

“Thank you for being the best father I could ever have in this lifetime. I know I wasn’t east to raise but you did an amazing job”

“Of course, it’s my job and I love you” he smiled

“Why the sudden soap story?”

“Going cross country for school is coming too soon.. just missing you already” I smiled with tears in my eyes. “It’s gonna be okay”



[satans-my-spirit-animal]

A Grim in Devildom ch12

Chapter 1. Chapter 6. Chapter 11

Chapter 2. Chapter 7

Chapter 3. Chapter 8

Chapter 4. Chapter 9

Chapter 5. Chapter 10

When they got back to the Devildom, Cassandra ended up going back to her room. Mammon had invited her to go to one of his photo shoots but she declined, saying she wanted to catch up on homework.

She opened the door to her room and was surprised to see Kieran on her desk looking over some magic seals from her homework.

He perked up when he saw her come in. "You're back! Must've been quite the shopping trip."

"Yeah about that. We ended up in London." She let out a laugh and told him about the train ride.

"So you ended up working huh? Figures." He shook his head. She sat down next to him and got to work. He helped her with some of the more complex magic circles she was working on and before she knew it they'd been at it for a couple of hours.

"I think that's enough for today." She said stretching and getting up to lay down in her bed. Tomorrow was the speech Lucifer had been fretting about, and she wondered what they'd say about her.

Kieran eyed her curiously for a moment. "Ya know... I couldn't help but notice... That the bedsheets smelled like Mammon."

She sat bolt upright in the bed. "Wh-! NO! It wasn't like that! He was just comforting me after a nightmare that's all!" She said hastily feeling the blood rush to her cheeks.

"What? All night?" Kieran continued to tease her, waving his tail back and forth. "You like him don't you?"

She gasped, it felt like her stomach was doing flips. "What? N-no I couldn't. Me? Fall in love? Pfft as if." She crossed her arms glaring at him.

"I never said anything about love but ok if you insist." Kieran laughed at her and she thwacked him with a pillow. "Oof- hey watch it!" He grumbled swatting the cushion away.

The next day Lord Diavolo invited them all out to dinner at Ristorante Six to celebrate Lucifer and Satan returning to their bodies. He even made sure Kieran could come. Kieran tried to hide his excitement, but he was ecstatic to be able to eat out for the first time in twenty years.

"Alright does everyone have a glass now?" Lucifer asked holding up his glass of demonus.

"YOU KNOW IT! LET'S DO THIS!" Mammon shouted enthusiastically.

"Wait a second... Beel's already eating! Shouldn't someone stop him?" Asmo said as Beel scarfed down some bread.

Diavolo laughed good-naturedly. "Well, that's alright. Why don't we go ahead with our toast."

Satan smiled and raised his glass. "Alright then... Here's to lifting the curse!"

"CHEERS!" They all said clinking their glasses together.

They all started eating their meals and after a moment Lucifer looked up with a slight frown. "You know... I just noticed that Levi isn't here."

"Apparently, a new game showed up for him today, so he's going to stay holed up in his room for a while." Satan responded while cutting up his food.

Throughout their meal, Mammon and Satan told the story of the murder on the train. Lucifer kept having to correct Mammon, who was trying to twist the story.

"And then the guy has the nerve to call Cassandra a mongrel!" Mammon growled still looking angry.

"HE CALLED HER A WHAT?!" Asmo gasped dramatically and Beel choked on his food.

"Oh not THAT again... The guy was one of those huh? They've always given those of us with mixed blood problems." Kieran growled, flattening his ears in disgust.

"Really? Has that happened to you before?" Satan asked looking at her and Kieran, and she nodded.

"As a matter of fact, I actually met Gerald and Rosabelle in a bar fight that one of those purists started." Kieran said wistfully.

"You met my mother in a bar fight?" Cassandra said unable to suppress a small laugh.

"Yeah, that Grim father-daughter duo was unstoppable." He chuckled.

"How interesting! You will have to tell me more stories about your family." Diavolo laughed, he was sitting on her other side and she was trying very hard not to be overly self-conscious in his presence.

"Regardless, Lucifer tells me you were a big help these past few days. Clearly, we made the right choice selecting you to come to the Devildom as our exchange student." He smiled at her warmly as she felt a twinge of unease.

She honestly was on the fence about the whole exchange program and had not yet talked to Diavolo about her concerns involving everyday humans in the supernatural.

"How did you end up choosing me?" She asked, eyeing him wearily. She already knew it wasn't because she was a Grim, since they'd all been surprised to find out her heritage.

"To be honest, I wasn't actually the one who chose you. Lucifer picked you. I simply gave my approval, that's all." Diavolo said with a somewhat shy smile.

He must have sensed her unease because he stopped and gave her a serious look. "You see, Cassandra, I believe that all of us here have a mission in life. Mine is to bring progress and stability to the Devildom, the Celestial realm, and the human world. It's possible that your mission in life is to influence Lucifer and his brothers in some way."

"You have a very admirable goal." She said, looking away. This wasn't the time or the place to have the discussion she wanted to have with him and frankly she didn't even know if he'd listen to her.

After a while, they finally left the restaurant, much to the relief of the wait staff who were struggling to keep up with Beel's appetite.

On the way home Cassandra fell into step with Lucifer while the others bickered ahead of them. Lucifer smiled at her "So Cassandra... what were you and Diavolo talking about in the restaurant?"

"I asked him how I was chosen to be an exchange student." She replied.

"So that's what you were discussing... there wasn't actually any deep or meaningful reason for your selection. I was fed up with going through the stack of papers. That's when a breeze blew through the window scattering the papers into the air. One of them just happened to land at my feet -the one with your name on it." Lucifer said.

"So it really was just a random twist of fate." She let out a slightly nervous chuckle. She had really hoped there'd been more thought behind her selection, as this would have put her mind at ease. She couldn't help but wonder how she'd gotten on the list of candidates or who the others were.

"I suppose so." He laughed with her. Suddenly his phone rang and he pulled it out to look at it. "It's Levi."

He didn't answer it right away, instead looking at her with an oddly fond expression. "... Before I forget there is one thing I'd like you to know while we're on the subject. Though you weren't selected to come to the Devildom due to any special abilities... You are somewhat special to me on a personal level."

She blinked in surprise when he said that. She notice that he had attached his chocolate lizard keychain to his D.D.D. as he answered Levi's call.

However, he frowned, looking concerned. "...Levi is something wrong? Hey, are you there?" The call ended and he looked over at her and then his brothers ahead of them.

They quickened their pace to catch up with them. "I just got a call from Levi but all I heard was him screaming and the line went dead." He said with a frown.

"I guess we'd better hurry back then." She said growing concerned as well.

When they got back they split up and searched the entire house for Levi but he was nowhere to be found. They regrouped in Levi's room hoping to find more clues.

"Are you certain it was Levi who called you?" Satan said to Lucifer with a worried frown.

"Yes, it was definitely him. The call came from his D.D.D and it was his voice." Lucifer said holding Levi's phone that they had found on the floor.

"Could he have gone out? I mean it seems unlikely but..." Kieran trailed off looking uncertain.

"Yeah, I bet he went out to some store to stand in line for some new game or something." Mammon chimed in seeming hopeful.

"It's kinda weird that he would leave without his phone. I mean he had it with him when he called Lucifer." Cassandra was not convinced, something was definitely off.

"Yeah, I don't think he'd just leave his phone here." Satan agreed with her eyeing Levi's phone.

"Wait a minute where's Beel?" Lucifer said looking around the room.

"Did he ever come back from the search?!" Cassandra said growing more alarmed.

"I don't think so..." Asmo said looking around.

"I don't know about Levi but Beel has to be somewhere in the house. Well split up again and search for him. Cassandra and Satan you're with me." Lucifer said in an authoritative tone.

They started searching the house again, focusing on the ground floor. She noticed that Satan kept glancing her way as if he wanted to ask her something. After about ten minutes, he turned to her with a serious look.

"I know this isn't the best time to ask this but... Cassandra, will you make a pact with me?" He asked.

She gave him a stunned look, completely taken off guard. She hadn't expected him to want to after everything that had happened.

"I don't see why you're so surprised." He said, raising an eyebrow before turning to Lucifer.

"Lucifer, just to be clear, I'm not doing this out of some desire to spite you. It's not about that."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes for a moment before smiling. "I know, that much I can tell from the look on your face." He nodded at Satan approvingly.

"Cassandra a lot has happened these past few days and..." Satan stopped looking embarrassed. His cheeks turned red and he frowned looking over at Lucifer.

"I can't do this with you standing right there, Lucifer. Give us a little privacy. I don't want you hearing this."

Lucifer looked taken aback for a moment before letting out a laugh. "Cassandra... It's not often that I see Satan in a state like this... Actually, I don't think I've ever seen him like this!"

"Lucifer!" Satan hissed, looking even more embarrassed.

"Alright, Alright. I'll be over here if you need me." Lucifer chuckled walking into another room.

Satan let out a relieved sigh before turning back to her. "... Um, where was I? A lot has happened these past few days, and after everything we went through, I made a decision. I decided I won't let who Lucifer is and what he does bother me anymore. I can't change the circumstances of my birth but how I choose to live my own life has nothing to do with Lucifer. The entire reason I was able to face my issues is because of you, Cassandra. You helped me be honest with Lucifer... And myself as well." He smiled at her warmly. It was a genuine smile, not one of the ones he used to charm people.

"You still want to make a pact with me right? Because I don't like owing people favors. So if it ends up helping you like you helped me, I'd like to make a pact with you." He looked at her expectantly.

She smiled back at him with a nod. "Thank you, Satan. I'd appreciate it."

He smiled and took her hand. "Alright time to take the oath... I am Satan. Avatar of wraith. I pledge myself to you, Cassandra Grimm... That we may be bound by an unbreakable pact." A golden glow engulfed them. After it receded she noticed that his pact mark had appeared right on her right forearm.

Satan grinned when he saw it. "Looks like everyone will see we have a pact now." He said tapping on the mark. "I don't know why, but I suddenly feel embarrassed -" He was cut off by a series of screams and yowls from upstairs.

Lucifer came running back out to them. "What was that?!" He said alarmed.

"It sounded like Mammon, Asmo, and Kieran..." Satan said with a worried look as they rushed to where the screams had come from.

They ran into the portrait hall where it sounded like the screams had come from but found it empty.

"That was definitely them we heard just now wasn't it?" Lucifer said looking around.

"I-Is that Kieran's fur?" Cassandra said bending down and picking up a black tuft of fur on the floor.

She gave Satan and Lucifer a frightened look. There wasn't any blood but it had to be serious if something had taken Kieran by surprise.

"... Let's head upstairs I'll take the lead." Lucifer said moving in front of her.

"Cassandra follow behind Lucifer. I'll take the rear." Satan said falling into step behind her.

"... Something's not right. First Levi, then Beel, and now Mammon, Asmo, and Kieran have all vanished. Could they be hiding somewhere, or could it be that-" Satan abruptly stopped talking and she turned around to see why only to find he was no longer there.

"Wha! Satan!?" She cried out getting Lucifer's attention.

"He's gone!" She said looking at Lucifer with wide eyes.

"Everyone's gone except you and me. What do you think is happening?" Lucifer said giving her a worried look.

"I haven't the faintest idea..." She said shaking her head.

"Yes I thought so... Levi was the first to disappear. Let's go back to his room." Lucifer said leading the way.

They walked back into Levi's room. It was still empty, however this time she noticed that his computer was running.

"Hey, Lucifer, what's running on his computer?" She asked walking over to look at the screen.

Lucifer joined her by the computer. "Come to think of it, he mentioned something about a new game didn't he...?" Lucifer picked up an empty case laying next to the computer.

"The Demon House... Definitely sounds like a horror game. 'A cursed house with an ominous past. It is said that an entire family was once murdered inside. Now suddenly, one by one, the people you live with are starting to disappear...'" He finished reading the back of the case with a sigh.

"That sounds an awful lot like what's happening now..." She said inspecting the case.

"Levi's got a bad habit of going out and buying these strange games... It seems that somehow this game is creating the scenario we've found ourselves in... What do you think we should do?" He turned to her with an exasperated look.

"We should try and beat the game. That worked last time." She said remembering the last time they'd played one of Levi's games.

"It does look like that's our only option at this point. Alright, let's see if there's a guide online." He pulled out his phone and started searching and after a few seconds he pulled something up.

"It says to complete the game you must defeat the demon that is the final boss. It says the final boss's name is Lucifer... How ridiculous. They must think they're very funny doing that. So that means I'm the final boss and you're the player character." Lucifer looked down at her.

"How exactly am I supposed to beat you? Aren't you like immortal or something?" Cassandra said with a frown.

"... Hold on. There's a page here about how to get the true ending to the game... Several conditions must be satisfied but if you manage to do it you'll be treated to a romantic ending where you and Lucifer fall in love." Lucifer stopped reading with a scowl on his face.

"Excuse me? WHAT?! What kind of game is this?!" Cassandra nearly shouted.

Lucifer groaned in frustration. "Come on, let's talk this over in the library."

They made their way to the library and sat down in a couple of chairs that faced one another. Lucifer let out a heavy sigh.

"If we hope to get everyone back we have to finish this ridiculous game. You either have to defeat me or we have to fall in love with each other." He grimaced.

"Could I pretend to defeat you?" Cassandra asked desperate to avoid the love option.

"Though it should be technically possible for you to defeat me, I can't say with confidence that I wouldn't retaliate out of reflex. If I caused your death over something like that I'd never be able to face Diavolo again... So our only choice is to fall in love with each other." Lucifer said with a worried look.

She couldn't really see herself in love with Lucifer, or anybody for that matter. Surely they could fake it? After all, how could the game even tell?

"What does the game want us to do exactly?" She said mirroring his concerned look.

Lucifer shook his head. "... The game has only just been released. So apparently there still aren't any strategies posted on how to achieve that ending. So why don't we start with the fundamentals of love and go from there."

"T-the fundamentals?" She stammered hoping she did sound as clueless as she actually was.

"If you want to develop feelings for someone you both need to start by getting to know each other right?" He said with a smile and she nodded.

"I'll ask you some questions. How do you feel about what's going on now?" He asked his crimson eyes glittering.

"Well I'm worried about everyone, but aside from that I suppose I don't have much of a choice but to go along with this plan." She said honestly.

Lucifer nodded. "I'm sure everyone is alright. The feeling is very much mutual."

"Alright next question: which one of us brothers are you interested in?" He asked completely blindsiding her.

She felt the color drain from her face and then come rushing back all at once. "W-what?" She choked out, gripping the chair for dear life.

"That question certainly seems to have flustered you. So you are interested in one of us." He leaned forward slightly with a sly smile.

"N-NO! Impossible! I can't be..." She trailed off, images of Mammon smiling at her flashing through her mind. I'm just an object to him, a pet, a toy, he'd never see me that way. She thought to herself feeling her chest tighten.

"Alright. Calm down. You don't have to answer if it upsets you so much." Lucifer sighed seeing her distress.

She took a deep breath and regained her composure. "I'm fine!" She said a little hastily.

"Ask me a question. You may never get another chance to do this you know. So choose wisely." He said with a smirk.

"Is it even possible for a demon to love a human?" She asked voicing her own thoughts about Mammon.

Lucifer seemed taken aback. "It's extremely unlikely but not impossible. Humans have such short life spans compared to demons so it's not a common thing."

Cassandra pondered this for a moment. So demons could fall in love. She hadn't really thought it was possible up until now.

"Anything else you'd like to ask?" Lucifer's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

She glanced up at him warily. "What do you think of humans?" Did they think of humans as anything other than animals? Did he see her that way? Part of her wished she could ask Mammon this question even though she knew he would never answer honestly.

Lucifer let out a hearty laugh. "What do I think of humans? Oh no, what you really mean is 'what do you think of me?' right? Good question..." He trailed off his expression turning serious.

While that wasn't exactly what she meant she had to admit she was curious. She leaned forward slightly waiting for his next words.

"When you first arrived I thought all I had to do was make sure that you survived the whole year. However, you made it difficult. Not only did you bring along a companion, you constantly got into trouble. You were fearless and headstrong. You also hid the fact that you had a magic background. Then you started making pacts with my brothers one by one. Why did you do that by the way?" Lucifer fixed her with an intense gaze and she felt herself start to sweat nervously, she reached up and started to twirl her golden brown hair in her fingers.

"You said you wanted me to respect you but was that your real purpose? What is your long-term goal?" He let out a sigh and her mind flashed to Belphegor locked in the attic.

"You've been a pain to deal with. But you're also very special... More special than you are difficult. You're changing me and my brothers as well. Cassandra, the truth is that I..." He stopped noticing how nervous she had become.

She was starting to feel guilty, which was bad if she was to keep lying to him. She hadn't minded so much before since she had seen him as a common enemy that she shared with Belphegor, but that now felt like it was changing. Internal panic was starting to set in as she felt herself slipping under his intense crimson gaze.

"... Is there something else you'd like to ask me?" He said frowning.

She bit her lip and took a deep breath. She couldn't keep deceiving Lucifer and his brothers anymore. She looked him in the eye. "I think you should talk to Belphegor." It was all she could manage to get out but it was enough.

Lucifer went rigid his eyes going wide. "W-what did you say? Wait don't tell me... That you actually met with him... That you went to that room... And MET Belphegor?!" He shot up from his seat erupting into his demon form. She quickly jumped up and went behind the chair she had been sitting in as he stalked towards her.

"You went up those stairs, didn't you?! You knew you weren't allowed to yet you did it anyway! You went up there and... And you met Belphegor?! Do you REALLY find it so amusing to poke your nose into our business at every opportunity? Do you really enjoy stirring up trouble that much?" He was shaking with rage as he grabbed the chair and hurled it across the room with a crash.

She stumbled backward as the door flew open and everyone rushed inside.

"STOP...!" Mammon yelled throwing himself between her and Lucifer. Kieran quickly darted to her side looking up at her in alarm.

"Why did you tell him?!" Kieran hissed, his fur standing on end.

"Hey, whoa, hey! Wait a minute!" Mammon put his arms up to hold back Lucifer.

Asmo looked panicked. "Is it just me or does this situation look genuinely serious?!" He and Levi went to her side as Lucifer glared at her.

"All of you out of the way...! I'm going to tear her limb from limb!" Lucifer roared but Mammon held his ground.

"Whoa! We're not about to let you do somethin' like that!"

Beel walked slowly into the room, looking tense. "That stuff about Belphie... What's going on?"

He moved closer to Lucifer his amethyst eyes boring into him. "Are you saying that Belphie isn't up in the human world? That he's actually upstairs... In the attic?! That you locked him in there?! ANSWER ME LUCIFER! NOW! " Beel roared transforming into his demon form.

Beel charged Lucifer but Lucifer easily tossed him aside. Sending him crashing into a bookshelf.

"Wh... Lucifer?! What do you think you're doing?! How could you hurt Beel...?!" Asmo cried out in horror as Beel struggled to his feet, with a large gash on his arm.

"QUIET!" Lucifer snarled and Asmo shrank back. " All of you get out of here right- " He stopped as someone else walked into the room and everyone turned to look in shock.

" Well hello there brothers... I can't tell you how much I missed you... " Belphegor said walking into the room with a large smile.

[out-and-aboot-eh]

Day 9 - The Ranch to Whistler

Despite all the rain we’ve had since starting this little adventure, we’ve been pretty fortunate when it comes to putting up and packing down the tents and thankfully today was no different. The Ranch was a very scenic spot to stay and it was interesting to interact with a few members of the other group and consider what could have been had we gone from Vancouver to Calgary. Today is our longest travel day, totalling around 7 hours of time on the road, with a few rest breaks in between.

As we don’t quite fill the bus there’s always room up front and Megan encourages people to join her, so I called shot gun even though I should have been at the back doing my homework aka the blog! Ironically the days we’ve spent most time on the bus have been the sunniest, which G has been fuming about! So off we went, with our first stop a mere 17 minutes away, Spahats Creek Falls. It was a pleasant spot to grab a few snaps, take in the waterfall and then be on our way, our final destination around 450km away! But before we hit the open road, we took a quick pit stop at Tim Hortons for hot drinks, donuts and second breakfast. Where we ran into a familiar face, Asaf, our kayak guide from the previous day, who confirmed our suspicions that we are the superior G adventures group, as they were slow on the water and all over the place!

So off we went, with a feeling of well earned superiority and ane of the reasons I was keen to sit in the front on this part of the trip (other than the excellent views and extra leg room) was tapping in to the music and being Co-DJ. I resisted playing the whole Hamilton soundtrack even though some of our troop would have been all for it! We had a few Disney tracks related to the scenery from Pocahontas and the Bare Necessities. Some movie music in keeping with the scenery from Lord of the Rings (Canada has given me real New Zealand vibes) and Harry Potter! And then just a load of classics that everyone knows, from Fleetwood Mac to the Lighthouse Family. I was expecting to turn around and see everyone bopping to my carefully crafted playlist, but most of them were struggling to stay awake, but that’s travel days for ya!

We made a few stops along the way for more snacks, rest room breaks and fuel. Our lunch spot was Kamloops Lake, situated on the Thompson river. We were situated at the top munching away, whilst gazing at the vast stretch of water below, spanning as far as the eye could see off to the horizon. Our final stop before Whistler was Cayoose Creek, which according to the signage is rife with wildlife, but as usual the wildest thing we saw were the staff! As travel days go, it didn’t feel like 7-8 hours spent in a vehicle as the views are incredible, plus I got to chinwag with Megan and try to update some of the blog. That said, I think we were all glad to reach Whistler, stretch out and get our tents up.

Our designated area for camp was quite small, so G made the executive decision (as Megan said we could) to pitch our tent up a little way along the path on a small grassy patch by the river. Did it make us look unsociable, a bit. Would we be the first tent a bear would check if he crossed the river, probably! Which could happen at any point (allegedly!) but more so here as bears had been spotted in the area recently. The mood around camp was a little subdued as we didn’t have the buzz of fun activities and we’d gone from big open ranch space on grass to a small gravelly pitch. The facilities however, were very good! Lots of showers, plenty of washers and dryers, power sockets, helpful staff, so every cloud and all that! I don’t know whether chief anticipated that there might be a bit of a drop in spirits after a travel day, but she knew exactly what do cook to perk us all back up… burgers!! Followed by some butter tarts, which were as naughty as they sound! We just about had enough energy for a few games of Heads Up, before calling it a night, ahead of a day in Whistler.

Georgie’s highlight of the day: The views from the van all day and warming up!

[vannahmontannah]

"A student here at Clark Atlanta University has been found dead in the girls locker room. It is believed to be a suicide. The victim has been identified as Charity Mathews who was taking up Computer Science. She was found sitting on the bench with a jump rope tied around her neck. People say she was a sweetheart and a nice young lady. Parents say she has never shown signs of mental illness and that this is news to them that she would do something like this," the news reporter said.

"My daughter was a loving and caring person! She was always nice! Always there for others even when she could t be there for herself! I know she didn't have many friends, but she was a people person. She was my only child...she was all I had," the mother cried.

"Police are still investigating and are getting to the bottom of this. Students say that she was always alone and always to herself, but she was kind hearted. This is Rachel Simmons reporting live,"

~~~~~~~

{August 2022. Football season. Fresh start of the senior semester}

**alarm clock sounds off

"Fuck!" Dennis shouted as he tapped the alarm clock. "Ugh..."

"Babe, what's with all the yelling?"

"The fucking alarm,"

"That just means it's time for class. What time is it?"

"7:15. Gotta be up and ready by 8. Shit,"

"It's the third week of school, baby.You should be used to this by now;"

"Well I'm not. Then I gotta be at practice til fucking 7 tonight,"

"Again?"

"Yeah, man. This scholarship ain't getting out to use for nothing,"

"I gotta be back in my dormitory anyway. I don't have class until 9:30. Had to change one of my classes because I didn't need it,"

"We got a game next week. You gone be there right?"

"You know I'm always there! I'm front and center just like I always am! And I'm not just there for you. You know I'm there for Ronnie as well,"

"She's not the main star,"

"Okay, don't do Ronnie. I will fight about Ronnie,"

"You ain't beat my ass yet,"

"So what was the other day at yo mama house in your room?"

"But that's different,"

"Whatever, Duke. You care to ass to class and tell me how class went when you leave,"

"Shit, I really don't feel like getting up. Gone knock this day out real quick. Hurry and get back to your dorm before they catch you,"

"Duke, be for real. You're the star of the school and I'm your woman, they do not care. Now, if it was some other person, they would,"

"Just hurry and go and I'll text you later,"

"Not you rushing,"

~~~~~

It was around 8 in the morning and Charity was about to enter class. She made sure to look extra nice since this is the only class she has with Dennis. She knows Dennis has a girlfriend, but it wouldn't hurt to be his friend, right? She glanced down the hall and saw Duke walking towards class. She didn't wanna make it obvious she was looking—

"Hey, Charity,"

"Hey, Jawan,"

"You didn't call me back yesterday. What's up with that?"

"I got caught up with homework. I'm sorry,"

"It's okay. I wanted to talk to you and I was up for an extra two hours,"

"I'm sorry about that. Really, I am,"

"What about later on tonight? We can do our homework together or better yet, we can go somewhere else,"

"Like a date?"

"It can be a date. I can set something up if you'd like,"

"That's okay. Maybe another time, okay?"

She looked to her side and saw Dennis and Kai talking. A few other guys joined them to speak before class started.

"I mean I really would like to hang out with you. I'm not trying to seem thirsty or nothing,"

"No, you're fine. How about we meet in the library after at 4:30 okay?"

"Yeah. Don't forget,"

"I won't,"

Jawan walked away to his class and Charity rolled her eyes. Her attention was focused on Duke and that was it. This was her last year in college and it's all about taking risks. She entered the classroom and sat all the way in the back like usual. Duke would sent in the second row by the wall with his friends and a couple girls. Duke had on an all black jogging suit with some red shoes and his hair was in a pony tail. Every time he smiled, his sparkling white teeth would flash the room. Charity would lose her mind every time he smiles. His deep tone of voice would set her off in a hot second. Everything about Duke was so perfect to her.

She went to his Instagram profile and seen that he had uploaded some pictures. She instantly saved the photo and uploaded it to her fan page. No one knows that she owns the fan page and she keeps it a secret to protect her image. Gushing over someone else's man is kind of weird, but anything for Duke.

Her page is popular though with over 400k followers. She's gained this popularity since she's first started and she has one of the most followed fan pages right now.

Throughout the whole time being in class, she has been doing her work and admiring Duke from a far. He's waved at her a few times, but that is it. She checked her phone to see messages from Jawan asking what other plans she had for this week. Charity knows Jawan is into her, but she doesn't see him in that way. She almost feels bad pushing him away, but she doesn't wanna lead him on.

The first class of the day was Software Engineering where they learn to analyze, design, code and test the software.

She watched as he was talking to girls and it made her blood boil. Maybe if he was caught cheating, he would have no choice but to be with her.

The comments started to come in and the likes were instant. The engagement was getting better and better each day and people already started to share the post. She wouldn't never tag Duke but other people would. Duke had liked a few times, but never commented. Eisley would never like or comment though.

[lavendertowerarchives]

That fucking girl again. I swear, any time I try to talk to her, I end up talking here instead.

I saw JH today. A fire-and-forget message, sent to a mutual who I knew was studying with her (E), allowed me the pleasure of sitting across from her for several hours while she did homework. We talked about random shit, I spilled my beans of "I'm coming off my anti-anxiety meds" to the others who were with me, normal stuff. For context, I'm now-overcorrecting, since I believe no one likes me and that my friends are faking their friendships with me. I concurrently believe this to be flawed reasoning, since I didn't think that several weeks prior.

I shook off my worries (somewhat) this evening and hit her up, asking to see a movie with her. No response, as usual. This is different from just 7 hours prior, where she was holding actual full conversations with me, albeit in person. Hence, I'm depressed and stressed and searching for answers. Hence, I ended up here, detailing my woes to an audience of my future self (and those who find this account in whatever obituary I leave it in).

In my search for answers, I become paranoid. Highly so. As I type this, my mind searches for what I did wrong. I've come up with an answer: I came on to her.

Again, as I've described in past updates, I find her attractive. I told her I wanna bang, she said maybe, 6 months ago. I got stupidly drunk off 6-7 shots of vodka (I'm a lightweight) and told her exactly how attractive I find her. I would assume she's still creeped out by me.

So I take my data, and I analyze it. She only talks to me when someone else is present, whether it's in a group chat or in person (with another friend there). Today, she evidently asked a friend to come by and study with us without any of the other current attendees knowing. He showed up, he's fun, he's nice, but the (mutual) friend talked to me much more than JH. Why invite him if not to talk to him or study with him? I conclude it was for my sake.

I believe JH to feel unsafe around me, or otherwise not enjoy having me around. Why else would she exhibit this behavior? She doesn't even respond to my discord messages. I feel terrible. The question of "Why else" has been asked many times, and answered in myriad shitty ways, but never satisfactorily. I could imagine a hundred scenarios tantamount to fantasies in which she actually just has the same kind of social anxiety as me, or just has some random reasoning, or is just busy. These are all too optimistic, I must be the problem.

This is paranoia. My thoughts on the matter of JH talking to me are unhinged, unchecked, and unfounded. I recognize I have made terrible judgement in listening to myself, but we all know at this point that I'm the only person who talks to me. What else do I have in my ears? Endless distractions, which fade away to give more voice to my paranoia. I label it as such because I have no real data, no real proof, no real reasoning, and absolutely no substantial counterpoints. This is all me.

I want to stop listening. Taking Wellbutrin made it easier to ignore the voices telling me "they hate you," "no one wants to talk to you, let alone listen to you," and "you did this to yourself by being yourself." That's no longer the case. They're loud, and they're constant.

I miss JH. I miss S, J, A, E, B, even less talkative friends like W, WH, C, or friends not in my school like AK, or AB. I literally saw some of them 8 hours ago. It's nice to see them on someone else's terms, but I need to know that they'll come see me on my terms, or at least their terms. We only seem to talk when we have an external reason to be together.

As of the time of writing this, JH has gone offline on discord. I was holding out hope that she'd respond sometime before midnight, but now there's no chance. Screw me for being hopeful, I guess.

[pic-every-week]

Are you annoyed if someone asks you “Why are you so serious?” I was…yesterday. Someone, looking at my two previous self-portraits, asked me “Why did you draw yourself so serious?” Well, maybe because I’m a human being and I think it’s ok not to smile all the time. Especially if you sit in front of the mirror for an hour and try to draw yourself at different angles. Especially at 1 or 2 am. Especially when you have to wake up at 7 after that. Especially when you listen to the fresh news while drawing. So I was angry yesterday and decided to draw angry me last night. So here I’m sitting angrily in front of the mirror for an hour. I believe that we have the right to have different emotions: happy, sad, angry, annoyed. I don’t understand why a person who hardly ever smiles always thinks I have to be happy all the time and wouldn’t let me be sad if I’m sad. And if I don’t smile at the moment, it doesn’t mean I’m sad. I can be just calm, neutral and don’t want to use my smiling muscles at the moment (I’ve read about a woman who never smiled to avoid wrinkles on her face). Sometime it feels like some kind of emotional abuse. I like smiling, but not every second of my existence. It was one of my homeworks from the course on charcoal portrait. And this time there was a specific request to do the work on a specific tinted charcoal paper (should have been grey) and also I needed to use white chalk. Guilty…I didn’t use specified paper as I’d have to order it and wait for some time. So I just took a delivery bag from recycled paper and used it for the drawing. For the white I used my sons oil pastel as I didn’t find chalk at night. Don’t like the result, but I tried to do the best of what I had. I guess, I’m a sloppy student😅 #portrait #selfportrait #drawing #charcoal #charcoaldrawing #art #angry #angryface https://www.instagram.com/p/CoZGZnvy-nu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[getbockets]

Blog #4: Tracking Social Media Use

Blog #4: Tracking Social Media Use 

I went through a normal day of my life. I didn’t purposefully manage any time throughout this day so that I wasn’t swayed by this project. I usually use the same social media throughout my day, and because I have a busy day most of the time, I wouldn’t have much use of social media as if I did on a free day. My most free day of the week is Monday, so I took the data from Monday and used it for this assignment. This is what I found. 

Instagram was the least used social media that I used the least at around 45 minutes of my day. I rarely use this kind of social media anymore. I will pop on here and there just to see more about sports rather than the people that I follow on the app. I mostly looked on the Instagram stories to just check a couple. I usually click through them quickly and don’t look at them unless I see something interesting. Usually if something happens, I will go on there to look, but if not, I rarely get on. There was a football game on that day, and I wanted to see all the funny memes that people made about the game. Depending on what I see on here is how I feel about being on it. If I am looking at hobbies of mine, I enjoy it, but if my favorite team just lost and it is all over my timeline, I'm not so happy. 

Snapchat was the second least used social media. I spent almost an hour on this app. I used this social media a lot through high school but as I got older, there was little to no reason to spend on it. The main reason I get on this is to look at stories. I see what my friends are up to, and I usually don’t post anything, but some people post a lot, so I find myself getting on quite often, just not for long periods of time. I just feel excited that I can keep up with some old friends on there, but it mostly is boring. 

The third most used social media that I have used is Twitter. In my opinion twitter is so funny. I spent at least 2 ½ hours on this app. This app brings me mostly joy because of some of the hilarious things that I see on there. Twitter is probably the social media app that I enjoy the most because of the good content on there. I also will log onto Twitter if something serious happens to see if it is trending, so it acts as a sort of news source as well. 

The second most used app for the day was TikTok. The rumors of TikTok being an endless and mindless scrolling fest is true. I will mostly use this app if I am bored and no other reason. You cannot tell how long you’ve been there. It is so easy to just keep scrolling, and scrolling, and scrolling, until you feel like you’ve been on there too long. I spent a good 3 hours on TikTok. I ignored my homework, but not intentionally, I just got too comfortable and opened the app. I usually feel like a zombie just mindlessly scrolling through until I find something that is interesting or super funny. This is an app that feels like a black hole, and it is impossible to escape. 

The social media that I used the most was YouTube. YouTube is on all the time, even when I am not paying attention, it is background noise. I logged almost 7 hours of YouTube in one day. When I sit down to eat, something always must be on YouTube, and even when I am going to bed. I have so many things and series that I watch on YouTube. I don’t find the amount of time being alarming just for the simple fact that it was mostly just background noise during my 4-hour nap on Monday, but it is interesting to see how much it is in my life. 

Doing an assignment like this really puts into perspective how much social media you use a day. I learned that I seem to have tendencies to do things just because I am bored, or even by habit. If there is a split second of quiet or free time, the first thing that I seem to do is open my phone and open a social media app and keep refreshing until it can’t anymore. I could say that I will try to cut down on social media, but we all know that it's probably not going to happen. 

[the-chicken-or-the-banana]

andreil and goodbye kisses (pt. 8) ft. wymack (+ a bonus)

part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 || i'm actually feeling kinda sad that this is the last part but also my brain can't come up with more ideas lmao

wymack stands by the fact that he doesn't get paid enough to deal with andrew and neil's shit (both as separate idiots and together)

but he does care for all his foxes, despite all the... difficulties that surround them

and honestly? one of the biggest struggles he faces is how absolutely thick-headed and oblivious the foxes can be regarding andrew and neil's relationship

truly, the heart-eyes neil constantly gave andrew were so obvious, he's not sure how everyone missed them before

but because he's so observant, he doesn't fail to notice how the older foxes keep giving strange looks to neil whenever he leaves andrew's side now

wymack doesn't get in the way of his foxes' personal lives. but if they start causing disturbances on the court, it's his job as coach to get to the bottom of these issues

(okay, maybe he and dan catch up on the so-called "drama" in the team every few weeks but it's for completely exy-related business. ahem. of course)

one day, wymack corners neil and lets him know that he and dan were to meet in his office after practice to talk through some logistics for the winter banquet

neil agrees, and practice goes smoothly (or, as smoothly as it can go with the foxes)

but after practice is... interesting

wymack swears he had no ulterior motives planned with the meeting; it really was supposed to be a genuine discussion

but the outcome of it was certainly unexpected

he and dan both know to wait for neil, that he doesn't like changing in front of anyone

so they wait. and wait. and wait.

it gets to the point where it's nearly 45 minutes after practice and surely neil should be done at this point, no?

wymack gets up, fully prepared to break down the door to make sure neil is okay when suddenly it slams open

neil tumbles out hand-in-hand with andrew, with matching flushed faces and ruffled hair

wymack sighs

dan outright snorts, and neil's head jerks up and his eyes widen when he notices dan and wymack

but before he can say anything, dan stands up and grins at andrew

"fucking neil again, huh?"

neil chokes on a cough and wymack turns to dan with a groan when he notices the mischievous glint in her eye, almost like that was an... inside joke?

with minyard?

wymack is very confused

andrew just scowls at dan. "i will knife you and make it look like an accident"

neil is still recovering from his coughing bout, so wymack turns back to the stabby midget ready to reprimand him

"i'm not scared of you anymore, remember andrew?" dan's eyes are still bright as she tries not to laugh

"shut up, both of you" wymack interrupts their weird jokes conversation whatever gruffly. "neil, do you remember why we're here?"

"huh? OH. oh shit. drew, i'm supposed to be talking with them about some winter banquet stuff"

andrew considers this. "how long?" wymack tells him about an hour, and andrew nods and turns to neil. "i'll stay"

neil just rolls his eyes. "you have a paper due tomorrow that you haven't even started yet. go do that, i'll be fine"

wymack sighs. he's been doing a lot of that lately. "minyard, go finish your homework or i swear to god, i'll make you run three marathons next week"

andrew glares but mutters out a "fine." he goes to leave but neil tugs him back by the wrist

neil then proceeds to kiss andrew on the nose and gives him the most bashful smile wymack has ever seen on the kid's face

neil's happy. it's a christmas miracle! and it's not even christmas yet!

and that kiss... really, it was the last thing he expected out of neil and andrew but he's happy at how comfortable they've grown around each other

and okay, it was a little adorable

(not that he'd ever say that to their faces, of course)

andrew ends up stumbling out of the court with the reddest face wymack's seen as neil turns back to him and dan

"right" he says sheepishly. "banquet?"

BONUS:

abby doesn't believe it when david tells her about the nose kiss

she knows that neil has a heart of gold, she knows that andrew has so much capacity to feel

but a nose kiss? she doesn't think andrew would agree to that

so when her older foxes come over one night after a tiring, but successful, game, she decides she needs to see this for herself

after a hearty dinner, all the kids are sitting in the living room, with andrew and neil talking quietly in the back corner of the room.

perfect.

"neil!" abby calls, and everyone in the room quiets to look at her. "sweetheart, could you help me bring out the dessert?"

nicky immediately jumps up from beside her, saying how he could help if she needed it

"no no, it's alright, i was hoping to talk to neil, if that's okay? it might take a little while"

neil looks extremely worried at this and abby almost feels guilty.

almost

he glances at andrew and then he leans down so quickly that abby nearly misses it

neil kisses andrew on the nose.

abby barely notices andrew's bright blush, nor does she register neil moving towards her

she just feels so proud of her foxes for coming so far in a world that keeps trying to beat them down

it's a sentimental moment, which is completely ruined by kevin's woop and nicky's yell of glee

"YES BITCH THEY DID IT THEY DID THE KISS GIVE ME YOUR MONEY ALLISON"

"fuck you hemmick. fuck you"

neil looks at them wildly. "you guys were betting on us? i didn't think you would..."

matt sighs and slings an arm around his friend. "oh neil, do you still really think that low of us? we bet on everything"

JSKHKKSJ OK IT'S FINALLY DONE i already miss this series but it has been a fun time :) my asks are always open if y'all have anything specific you want me to write !

[katmoonz]

Tired but Needy

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2453

Includes: Rough sex, Daddy kink, slight praise kink, pet names, Dom Sirius, Sub reader, slight begging, oral sex (female receiving) 

Do not post any of my work anywhere else!!! I’m fine with reblogs but not with people stealing my work. 

Notes: This is the first fanfic that I have ever written. It started off as a cute lil fluff piece but then ended up turning into full on smut. It took me 3 days to complete and probably isn’t perfect but I hope you guys enjoy it :)

The rain is steadily pouring, not heavy enough to call it a storm but not light enough to go for a walk down to the lake. A trip down to watch the giant squid and take in the beauty of the Scottish countryside was exactly what you need after studying all afternoon.

You hear a sigh in the background and the sound of a book being carelessly thrown aside. “Puppy, I’m bored” exclaimed Sirius.

You turn away from the window to face him, he is lying across his bed wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. Slowly you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms as you ask him “well, what do you want me to do about it?”  Sirius pouts and opens his arms wide. “Come cuddle with me, Love.”

Looking him up and down you can’t help but admire him. Sirius had been studying all day too and had previously been wearing a shirt. The sight of his muscular form made a tingle appear behind your navel and caused a sudden wet feeling in your panties.

You decide to give in and walk over to his bed. Sirius sits up and carefully pulls you onto his bed so that you are laying down next to him.

Leaning on the elbow of one arm he looks down at you and you can’t help but notice his mesmerising grey eyes. Gently he leans down to kiss you, closing his eyes and cupping your face with one hand. His lips are so soft and his silky brown locks fall around you like curtains, the kiss makes you even wetter. As he pulls away you can’t help but notice the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Y/n, what are you thinking about?” He asks with a smirk on his face whilst slowly running his hand up and down your arm. You realise that you have zoned out whilst admiring your boyfriend.

“Nothing” you reply innocently while clenching your thighs hoping to get rid of the feeling of arousal without him noticing. Luck didn’t appear to be on your side today as Sirius’ smirk grew.

“Puppy, do you want to have a cuddle with me or do you want me to touch you?” He asks you softly while moving his hand down to your waist.

You and Sirius had been together for six months now and you were still very shy about asking for him to help you out when you got horny. Sirius was the complete opposite and would constantly steal you away from your friends under the pretence of needing help with homework only to fuck you into his mattress or have a quickie in an empty classroom.

You felt very horny today but were also feeling rather tired. You would be more than happy for him to do anything to you but were not quite sure how to put it into words.

Seeing the hesitation on your face he rests his forehead against yours and says “We don’t have to do anything else, Pup. I just want to make you feel good.” You put your hand on his cheek brushing the soft brown hair away from his face, after about a minute you look into his eyes and nod answering his question.

Sitting up Sirius grabs his wand from the bedside table and casts a quick but efficient locking spell and a contraceptive spell. “Don’t want Moony or Prongs to walk in and see my pretty Puppy all spread out for me now, do we?”

Sirius places a soft kiss against your lips and then proceeds to straddle your hips. “Lift up your arms for Daddy'' he says softly whilst lifting your top. After removing your top he starts to kiss his way slowly down your chest. Stopping once he reaches your breasts and lifting you slightly to reach behind you and unhook your bra. Sirius takes your left nipple into his mouth looking up at you seductively whilst doing so, with one hand he gently massages your other breast.

You start to get impatient as your panties quickly become even wetter and the tingle behind your navel grows. You gently push Sirius off of you and sit up making him frown at you. The frown is soon wiped off of his face as you quickly remove your skirt and panties before laying back down.

Sirius, seeing how impatient you are getting, stands up to remove his sweatpants revealing his completely naked form to your eyes before climbing back on top of you and kissing you senseless.

This kiss is much rougher than the last one. Sirius has always been the one in control of the kisses, pushing his tongue into your mouth whilst yours would hesitantly meet it. Pulling away with a quick bite to your lip he smirks and lowers himself so that he is now resting between your thighs.

You feel your pussy clench with anticipation. Sirius wraps one arm around the bottom of your thigh to hold you open to him and uses the other to slowly run up your inner thigh. When he reaches the top he runs a solitary finger down your folds, from your clit down to your opening. Pulling his finger away, he gazes into your eyes as he sticks his finger into his mouth sucking your juices off of it seductively.

“Please” you beg softly.

“Please what Puppy?” he replies with a slight smirk on his face. You feel too embarrassed to voice what you want so instead decide to look innocently at him and pout. Sirius chuckles “Puppy try to look innocent all you want but you weren't exactly innocent yesterday when you were choking on my cock. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me” you shyly whisper to him looking away from his stormy grey irises.

Sirius rises from between your legs and grabs your jaw in his hand turning your face back to meet his with a stern look on his face.

“I didn't think that I still had to remind you of your place Pup. I'm not giving you what you want until you address me properly.”

You continue to stare into his eyes and realise that he is being serious. Feeling rather tired from studying all day you felt desperate to get rid of the ache in between your legs and have some form of sleep soon, you decide to give in to his demands knowing that he was being serious.

“Please touch me Daddy” you beg him.

“Where do you want me to touch you baby” he replies cockily.

You feel so desperate for some form of release that you decide to throw any embarrassment aside. “My pussy Daddy. Please, please, please. Want your fingers in my pussy, I feel so empty without you Daddy.”

“Good girl” Sirius replies, the stern expression having left his face the moment you started to desperately beg him and leaving him with a shit-eating grin. Sirius lowers himself back down to resume his previous position.

“Your pussy is dripping wet Puppy, you must be aching.” he says before circling one finger around your clitoris. Sirius watches as this makes you shiver slightly before he leans in and licks up your juices from your opening, dragging his tongue up to wet your clit before pulling back slightly. “Your pussy tastes amazing Pup, I'd spend hours down here if I could.” he murmurs with a hint of arousal in his voice.

Sirius leans back in and uses a sole index finger to start rubbing your clit in slow circles as he rests his head against your inner thigh. “Does that feel good baby? Do you like when Daddy touches your pretty little pussy?” he asks coyly.

“Feels so good Daddy but I need more.” you whine out in response.

“Be patient Pup, I was just getting there. Just wanted to warm you up first.” he replies with a smirk on his face. Sirius licks another slow line up your pussy before zeroing in on your clit with his tongue and licking it in little circles.

Your back arches at the pleasure and you grab onto your breasts with your hands teasing your nipples with your fingers by pinching them and massaging away the slight pain that you get from doing so afterwards. You let out a soft moan at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

Sirius clearly doesn’t think that you are showing enough pleasure in your expression as he pulls away briefly looking up to you before shoving his face back into your pussy and upping his game.

Sirius sucks harshly at your clit before inserting his middle and index fingers into your empty pussy and thrusting them in and out whilst curving them up to meet your g-spot.

You can feel the pleasure rise within your pussy and in your belly as you start to moan loudly. Closing your eyes, you pull your hands away from your breasts and grab at the mess of luscious curls at the top of Sirius’ head.

Sirius alternates between sucking on your clit and flicking it with his tongue for the next couple of minutes until you start almost hyperventilating and gasp out “Daddy, I’m so close.”

Sirius pulls his mouth off of your clit and starts rubbing at it in quick precise movements with his thumb before letting out a raspy “Good girl, cum for me baby”.

At his praise, you feel yourself go over the edge. Moaning loudly as you cum around his fingers. When you finish you keep your eyes closed and feel the bed move as he rises from between your legs and rests over the top of you again.

You open your eyes after recovering from the powerful orgasm to see him suck your glistening pussy juices off of his fingers. He smirks, “Puppy, if I could I’d eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner but I don’t think McGonagall would take it well if I spread you out across the table in the Great Hall.”

You soon catch your breath after your orgasm and let out a small giggle at his joke. Looking him up and down you can’t help but notice the big length between his legs that he had yet to use.

The ache in your pussy feels even greater than before at the sight of his thick 7 ½ inch cock between his thighs. You look into his eyes desperately before letting out a whiney “please Daddy”.

“Please what Puppy?” he asks you with a soft smile on his face. “Need your cock Daddy” you reply innocently.

“Only because you asked so nicely Pup.” he replies softly. Sirius brings a hand down to his heavy cock wrapping a hand around it and giving it a few firm strokes before bringing it to your entrance.

Sirius braces himself above you on his forearms as he carefully pushes himself into your empty throbbing pussy. He holds himself still for a minute or two so that you could have time to adjust to him.

Sirius firmly kisses you as you adjust and let out soft moans at the feeling of his thick cock in your pussy. Even though you had been having sex with him for several months it still took you a while to adjust to him because of his size.

After a minute he starts to thrust in and out of you slowly teasing you.

“Daddy” you moan.

“What baby?” he asks whilst pausing in his thrusts.

“Please fuck me” you moan out.

Sirius doesn't respond and instead pulls out making you whine in disappointment. This disappointment soon turns into relief as he flips you over and positions you so that you are on your hands and knees.

Sirius runs the head of his cock up and down your pussy before pushing back into you. This time he doesn't hesitate to start thrusting. He starts out slow and gradually builds up speed until he hears you moan loudly.

“Fuck me harder Daddy” you moan out whilst trying to keep yourself raised on your elbows.

“What have I told you about being nice to me?” he growls out before spanking your ass.

“I’m sorry Daddy, please fuck me harder” you beg him.

Sirius lets out a chuckle before starting to fuck you harder. By this point he is practically jackhammering into your pussy. He feels himself start to get close as he feels your pussy clench around his length.

Desperate to make you orgasm first, he brings a hand around you to your clit and starts to rub you in quick but firm movements.

You feel the ache in your pussy get stronger and stronger until you are on the edge. You are almost there but need something else to get you there.

Sensing this Sirius lowers his head so that it is behind your ear and starts praising you. “You're my good girl. You've been so patient.” This gets you even closer as you always crave his praise and approval and makes you let out a very loud moan of “Daddy” needing to cum but not wanting to do so without his permission.

“Cum for me Puppy” he rasps into your ear, his voice sounding deeper with his arousal.

This sends you over the edge as you powerfully orgasm on his thick cock moaning as you feel him hit the deepest spot within you. Your orgasm sends Sirius over the edge too as he continues to plow his cock into you hitting your cervix with each thrust.

You moan loudly as your pussy clenches and your thighs shake. You hear Sirius let out a gruff “fuck” as he cums inside you.

As both of you come down from your highs you start to feel sleepy. Sirius pulls out and stands up leaving you for a minute to fetch a washcloth from the adjoining bathroom, you flip over onto your back wanting nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms.

Sirius returns and gently wipes down your sensitive pussy before discarding the washcloth lifting you into his arms. Carrying you into the bathroom and placing you onto the toilet. After taking care of your business he lifts you up and brings you back to the bed. Laying you down gently before joining you under the blanket.

Sirius closes the curtain around his bed before bringing you into his arms. You rest your head against his strong muscular chest and let out a sigh as he runs a hand up and down your back lulling you to a peaceful sleep.

Just as you drift off, you feel him place a soft kiss against your head as he whispers “I love you y/n.”

[bubblyhoney]

can i request a fic where sapnap takes the reader to his hometown? like the classic going to places he went to when he was younger. maybe playgrounds and ice cream shops idk

places i used to go

warnings: language of course, an allusion to virginap, my uneducated guess of what sapnap was like in highschool, tiny detail of long haired!sapnap, singular canon detail of underage drinking, jokish about marriage

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

words: 2191

A/N: you are a god, anon. i love comfy and nostalgic fics like these and it was so fun to write. if you hate it dont tell me but if you like it lemme know akskdjd

inbox/requests: open

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The wind whips fast on your bare fingers, cool and quick and raising goosebumps in its wake. You blink in the haze of the early sunset, head lolled to the side of the headrest. It feels good.

“That’s where I went to high school.” Sapnap interrupts your thoughts and points a finger at a collection of tall brick buildings down a side street. The silver of the lettering is dull, but you can still feel the nostalgia.

“And you’re about to see the park that me and my friends used to hang out at after work and—actually, nevermind.” His arm drops to the middle console and he looks straight ahead with slightly pinker cheeks.

“Do what?” You ask, voice all sweet, and a grin grows on your face. You turn towards him and wiggle your eyebrows.

“Nothing. Homework.” He avoids your eye contact and hikes his hand up higher on the steering wheel. “Anyways— Do you want to get some food before we head out? I know a great place.”

You two were just coming to a close on your little trip to visit his family; it was his step-mom’s birthday and you decided to make a week of it. It was your first long-term trip with Sapnap, and also your first time meeting his dad’s side of the family. You were proud to say she loved you. His little sister took a little more effort to talk to you of her own volition, but soon enough she was on your side.

You have a couple hours to kill before making your flight back home, so Sapnap has taken it upon himself to give you a quick tour of his hometown.

“Yeah,” you decide, bottom lip popped out. “Can we get ice cream after?”

“Uh, duh.” The Neighbourhood’s Stargazing starts through the speakers and he reaches to turn it down. “I’m so ready to get home and sleep.” He stretches his neck in his seat, letting out an uncharacteristically inappropriate grunt when his bones pop. You make a disgusted face, nose wrinkling, but stretch your own back, slumping down in the seat. The day had been full of packing up and this horrible hike his dad liked to do early in the mornings, so you two were pretty beat.

“Okay, we’re here,” he announces three sleepy minutes later in his best attempt at a whisper. Lifting your head off of the corner of your seat, you blink in the setting sunlight as a yawn splits your face. “You’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, and struggle to get your seatbelt off in that post-nap haze. You’d barely been asleep for thirty seconds, damn it. The air is a swampy heat when you step out of the car onto rocky gravel and nearly twist your ankle climbing over the curb. Sapnap catches you by the lower back, trying to hide his laugh but failing miserably. You slide him a dirty look, smacking his shoulder as hard as you can manage while limping towards the front entrance.

The door jingles when you two breach the doorway, alerting a bored-looking hostess that the circus has arrived. She looks at Sapnap a second longer than she should, eyebrows screwed together in silent confusion. But she leads the two of you to a booth near a large window, handing you sticky menus and promptly fucking right off to the host station. She nearly runs.

“Do you know her?” You ask, inconspicuously hiding your face in the search for their 24/7 breakfast menu. You feel his eyes on you.

“Don’t think so.” He leans on one elbow and slides his phone out of his jeans’ pocket. In the 25 seconds it takes for you to find their french toast and sides menu, he has browsed and closed his phone with an animatedly shocked look on his face.

“What?” You give him a weird look and put down the menu.

“I totally went to homecoming with that girl.” He eyes the hostess. You glance over at her again, meeting her gaze, and offer a polite smile. She turns away quickly, eyes wide.

“She’s cute,” you say, voice high and fake, and he drums his fingers on the tabletop as an amused look makes its way onto his face.

“Are you—?”

“What?” You reply right back.

“Nothing.”

Thank God the server comes up to your table then and starts asking for drink orders, or else you’d have to admit (sheepishly) you were a tiny eensy-weensy bit annoyed. Only a tad. But after requesting a Dr. Pepper and a water the conversation surrounding the nervous-looking hostess dies.

“I’m so hungry I think I feel my stomach shrinking.” You flop your head onto your arm on the table top and make a whiny noise into the stack of napkins your server left at the table. Sapnap rubs his thumb into the side of your forearm, touch warm and nearly dissolving the pangs of hunger and jealousy.

“You weren’t hungry an hour ago.” He lifts your hand to his face and plants a kiss on the back of it. Oh, pulling out the big guns, huh? “I would have made you something.”

You tilt onto your chin, pouting, and stare up at his cute face. His cute, scruffy, perfectly-kissable face.

“I think I got hungry staring at you for half an hour.” A mischievous grin grows on your previously-petulant face and he just shakes his head.

“I do have that effect,” he admits with cockiness in his tone, lifting his eyebrows and leaning back into the booth with his lips pursed.

The server returns with two glasses and takes your food orders onto their little yellow notepad. You chug the water down when they leave for the kitchen, getting your lap and chin thoroughly wet in the process. Sapnap just snorts at you and shoves the napkins your way.

“So,” you start, patting dry your jeans. “tell me what you were like in high school.” You cross your arms and settle into the booth, smirk on your lips.

“What I was like?” He parrots, sipping at his soda, looking thoughtful. “Firstly, a virgin.” You make a noise. Duh. Dude had a buzz cut his junior year. (You’ve seen the pictures. His step-mom particularly likes them.) “Secondly, I was actually— well, I wasn’t popular, but I had a lot of friends. We were all semi-athletic lonely band kids but we had fun. Had one girlfriend senior year but she went to Cal Tech in the fall and I didn’t. I, um, worked at a Dairy Queen in the summers and gained so much weight I had to lose all over again for Unified Track.”

“Relatable,” you comment, drinking noisily at your water. He fiddles with the paper straw wrapper and crunches it up into a ball. It goes soaring into your drink with a quiet “Kobe” and you just give him a look. He smiles toothily right back at you. “Stop being cute, I’m trying to listen to your story.”

“Oh, my bad,” he mocks. “Anyways. That’s what I was like in highschool.” You fish the paper ball out of your water and flick it wetly at his arm. It sticks and you choke on a laugh, cheeks puffed.

Two plates of warm food are set down loudly onto the table and you thank the server with a surprised smile, Sapnap mirroring you.

Two minutes of wordless chewing passes, minds occupied just by “food, me eat” instead of anything related to your previous conversation. You realize that Sapnap is one of the loudest chewers ever, and he realizes that you fail to notice the streak of maple syrup in your hair.

“C’mere,” he mumbles through a mouthful of omelet and hash browns and beckons you with his hand. You lean closer, chewing slowly, as he pats a napkin at the strands of hair trapped in syrup.

“Thanks, baby.” You take the napkin from him and pause your assault of the warm french toast before you to clean the sticky sugar out of your hair. He just watches you, half of a smile on his lips.

You two finish your food in record time. It’s borderline vacuum-like. There’s a short grace period where you just sit like two lazy cats, slumped down in the booth and holding your full stomachs. But the check comes soon after, and you both pay your way and are out of the restaurant without any mad dashes for the bathroom. A miracle, really, because of the American-like amount of butter you both consume.

“I’m a much more functional person now,” you mutter into the cotton of his shoulder, swinging your hand in his. He just hums in agreement.

“I guess we’re not getting ice cream, then,” he teases, and you just groan in response.

“I don’t feel like having diarrhea on a plane, unfortunately.” You sigh heavily when you have to split and get into your respective sides of the rental car.

The entire trip (somewhat roundabout because of the amount of side quests to show you things from his childhood) to the airport Sapnap is a chatterbox. He’s like this when he has sugar: either bouncing off the walls with energy or talking your ear off.

“That’s where my dad proposed to my step-mom. I was kinda young but I remember being surprised at how big the ring was— dude broke the bank for her.” It’s a little gazebo you catch a glimpse of through the trees in a park. It probably was an incredibly picturesque moment, and you can sense how much she must have loved it. With just meeting them this weekend, you can already see how much love those two have for each other.

You hope people can see how much you love Sapnap.

“Oh my God, it’s still there.” He points out the side of your window to what looks like a Dairy Queen that has been through World War 3. “My buddy Eric and I once spilled a gallon of that liquid ice-cream-shit all over the men’s bathroom.”

You shoot him a horrified look. “Why was it in the bathroom?”

He just smirks.

“—And that’s my Uncle Ron’s house. Had my first beer there.”

“And last, hopefully,” you add, pulling a disgusted face. The two story bungalow is cute, and one of your favorite colors: olive green. “That shit is nasty.”

He just shrugs and continues down the side street.

“Is this the park you were talking about?”

He pulls into the gravelly parking lot of a small clearing of tall trees, a picnic table and campfire sat squat in the middle. But he doesn’t respond, just turning the car off and climbing out. He reaches the passenger door without speaking, and opens it for you. You climb carefully out, confused.

“Come on.” He takes your hand and starts for a small path to the left of the picnic table. The mid-sunset shade envelopes the both of you.

“I hope this isn’t where you kill me.”

“No,” he snorts. “I just wanted to show you something.”

It’s just a few moments of stumbling through the damp underbrush before you’re coming face to face with a small, mossy pond that sits right underneath an incredibly old willow tree. He stops right on the edge of the rocky path and turns toward you.

“This your make out spot?” You ask between a grin as he snakes an arm around your waist and tugs you flush to him. Your innocent smile fades when you feel the press of his lips to the side of your neck, light and ticklish. Oh.

“No,” he murmurs, and just breathes you in. “I came here once—the night before I graduated highschool. And I told myself when I really really loved someone I’d take them here with me.” He sways with you in his grasp, a gentle and song-less dance.

You grip his shoulder tighter in your hand and lean into him.

“That’s— awfully romantic, huh?” Your voice is quiet. Almost nervous. He just makes a noise of agreement.

“So here we are.” His voice is the opposite of yours, all strong and confident.

You two just move together for a moment. The sun breaks through the tree canopy, shining bright orange down onto the glassy surface of the pond. Crickets and frogs chirp back and forth as the willow vines swing in a cool evening breeze. You watch nature come alive around you, suddenly grateful for the man in your arms.

“Don’t propose,” you whisper, breaking the gentle tension. A laugh breaks the silence and he’s pulling away to look at you. Maybe in disbelief. A strand of hair falls into his eyes and you brush it away, fingers stilling on his temple and sliding down onto his cheek. Stubble scrapes against the skin of your palm and he stares at you through those meadow eyes.

You realize in that moment that he is exactly himself. Of course he is. He’s Sapnap, and everything that encompasses that. Dark and light and fiery and cool. He always has been, and always will be.

You realize you wouldn’t mind if he proposed.

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