#college cheerleader kitten

[darlingrini]

Cringetober Day 6: Neko Who else to be a neko cat girl than Kitten!? She's made for this ;3cccc she'd be the cutest cat and of course will still love you unconditionally while scratching anyone elses eyes out c:

[livingemkayde]

ch vi. bruises

joel miller x f!reader x unrequited!tommy miller (no outbreak AU)

chapter six of chaser

warnings: 18+ minors please dni. ooof okay where to start, smut unprotected p in v, mentions of bruising from sex? fighting like actual real life fist fighting, rough but sweet sex, grinding, lowkey some cockwarming?? kinda unwanted kissing, tommy being annoying and somewhat overbearing, and unwanted touching, but not sexual. caroline. just, caroline. because she deserves her own warning for this one. no use of y/n.

summary: everything comes to a head at tommy's birthday party.

a/n: this is genuinely the longest part/chapter thing i've ever written so enjoy. tommy is really annoying in this one, im still deciding if he's going to have a redemption arc. sorry this took so long. as always, i love you all so much. MY TUMBLR LITERALLY SHIT ITS PANTS WHEN I TRIED TO EDIT THE TAGLIST SO IM SORRY IF YOU GUYS GOT TAGGED LIKE 400 TIMES.

if you would like to read more of mine: masterlist!

“What’s goin’ on?” Joel says, almost a whisper. You’re still not sure if he’s talking to you or Tommy. You can't take your eyes off Tommy’s gaze. From the looks of it, Joel’s question makes Tommy more angry and way more confused.  “Joel,” you say, trying to look for any indication in Tommy’s face that he’s not going to go bat shit crazy. “‘S fine. We’re okay.”  But Joel doesn’t listen. Because he’s Joel Miller and maybe you can’t see it right now, but you can hear the concern dripping off his tone—an indication that he won’t ever leave. Not now. So he stalks towards you both and you try to shake your head no, and he doesn’t listen. 

You can almost remember it like it was yesterday. 

A few weeks back, the first time you invited Tommy in for a drink after dinner. Sarah was asleep back at the house, Joel was doing — god knows what. The sun was set, the mosquitoes were probably out, and there was a quiet, even maybe too quiet silence when Tommy pulled up to your house. 

He had asked what the rest of your plans were for the night. 

You had said nothing much, not knowing it was an invitation — he stayed till 2 a.m. that night. 

But it was okay. Because he made you laugh and you enjoyed his company. He was interesting. Tommy told you about how he never wanted to go into contracting in the first place. About his broken bones, his all time biggest regrets, how he was smitten with his old high school flame turned mean cheerleader until graduation. 

It was the first time you ever realized he was — well — his own person in the sense. Not just Joel’s younger brother. But Tommy. Tommy Miller. 

Maybe in another life Tommy might’ve even been good for you. A perfect pair — a match. He wasn’t mean and brooding and he certainly didn’t have 12 years on you. 

And he made you smile. And he was genuinely—genuinely interested in your life. Your post grad prospects, college, books, and even how you played soccer just like Sarah when you were younger.

But when he leaned in that night, closer to you than ever before. You froze. Like genuinely frozen, and you couldn’t even dare to look down to his slowly approaching lips, let alone how his arms caged you in. 

“First kiss?” you remember him asking.

You had just stuttered out nonsense, not wanting to breathe too hard and run the risk of pushing your lips flush with his. 

“I — um —” you nervously laughed. You couldn’t even think—not in the way you should—not when the first person that comes to mind when Tommy says, kiss is his brother. 

He had leaned in closer then—more tentative. Like you were a scared deer in headlights or a frightened kitten and he was inching forward, wanting to move closer. 

But you didn’t really do — anything. 

And he had pulled back a bit, gave you a teasing look and a ruffle on the head and continued with the conversation.  

In all honesty you were scared that he might've been inching forward to kiss you. The small fear settling through a slightly erratic heartbeat and nervous laughs. 

You were scared then, but can’t really remember the last time you’ve felt this kind of fear. 

Hurt, discomfort, shock, maybe. 

And although it was being quickly replaced with anger, you don’t remember this feeling — this kind of fear. Not even the kind you get from watching a scary movie — where you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins and then dissipating when the screen goes dark, and the lights turn back on and all you have to worry about is if the scary nun from the big screen will appear in your dreams. 

You can remember all the last times you’ve gotten mad, sure. Mainly at the Miller brothers. 

But never fear — well, not until right now. 

Because whoever that Tommy was is definitely not the same guy staring back at you right now, with a bruised fist, an angry look swirled with hurt marked permanently on his face and one emotion that you can definitely place behind his eyes — jealousy. 

_

Some hours earlier. 

You spread colorful tablecloth over the mismatched tables in Joel’s backyard. The string lights are being hung up, Joel stands on a ladder towards your right, the sound of a hammer echoing through the small backyard. 

You pick your phone out of your back pocket, checking the time. You also find it in you to check Tommy’s texts again, but no other messages have been sent since last night. You look down at your phone — at the messages — and sit against one of the tables. 

Yesterday: 

You: can we talk in person?

Tommy Miller: I’ll see you tomorrow at the party?

You hadn’t seen the text until this morning, when Joel and you found it in yourselves to get out of bed, have a shower, and start setting up for the party. So when you saw it, you would be lying if you said your heart didn’t skip a beat. 

You’re a bit nervous at the prospect. You did not want to talk to him at his party—honestly just trying to text him so that the air would be cleared for the party. 

But his words echo in your mind. 

“Just think ‘bout it before you say no.” 

You let out a cursed sigh. 

Tommy had to know. Right?

If he knew the dreaded ‘no’ was already braced on your lips he had to know. That this thing between you and Tommy would never work out. That you’re way better as friends. That it would ruin everything — the dynamics of it all — that you were smitten with his brother and you guys had just slept together for the second time without Tommy’s knowledge and that—

“Alright?”

Joel stands in front of you, dipping his head to see a scowl marked on your face. You quickly — maybe even too quickly — forget about the messages, hell, forget about Tommy. 

Because Joel looks handsome. He’s always handsome, you’ve thought since the moment you met him at the bar. There’s something intoxicating about him, his arms, the curve of his neck. His brooding nature does him justice — a uniqueness about him that makes you want to uncover more, learn more, see more. 

You remember last night—very vividly through small ebbs and flows of sleep. The moonlight seeped into your skin as you both rolled around in gray sheets. 

It makes your cheeks heat a bit at the thought. 

You remember everything. Every little detail. You don’t think you’ll ever forget. 

You tuck your phone back into your pocket. 

“Yeah, sorry. ‘S just…” you trail off, he nods his head in understanding, coming closer to you. 

He braces his hands on either side of your body, caging you in. Your faces study each other’s mere inches apart. 

“Tablecloth givin’ you trouble?” Joel teases in a soft whisper, looking down at your lips, then back to your eyes. 

“Funny,” you say with a grin and run your tongue over your lips. 

“You need help, baby, all you gotta do is ask.” Joel’s small smile plays on his lips for a fleeting second. You miss it as soon as it’s gone. 

“Duly noted. But I’m not the one who’s been hanging up string lights for the past hour.”

He pats your ass a bit, teasing you and pushing out a playful sigh. 

“Perfection takes time.” 

Joel’s beginning to dip his head to kiss you, but you find it in you to bite back.

“And yet the left side’s still lower than the right,” you whisper, pulling your head back slightly. He turns quickly to look at the fence, but gives you a harder slap on your ass when he realizes the lights are, in fact, straight. 

Joel chuckles, pushing off from the table, you turn back around to continue fixing the cloths, and look back at him over your shoulder. 

He’s looking back at you too. 

“You’re killin’ me,” he says, and you smile to yourself when you turn back around. 

_

You look around the backyard and check your phone for the millionth time since the party started. You can hear Sarah running around, screaming a bit while jumping into the pool. But your brows furrow when you find that Tommy still hasn’t texted you. 

You spot a tuft of red hair swinging through your vision and spin to find Janet Baker squeezing through the crowd. 

“Janet!” you say, approaching her quickly. You’re happy to see her—Tommy didn’t invite many people you’re familiar with. 

“Hey, Doll. Thanks for the invite!” she says, pulling you into a quick hug, but when she sees the look on your face, her mouth drops into a frown. “Sweetie, you okay?” 

“Yeah, sorry. I—Tommy didn’t…I don’t really know anyone here,” you reply while sheepishly looking around the small, bustling backyard. It’s the kind of feeling you try your best to avoid. Like everyone is in on some secret joke that you have no clue about. Or everyone knows each other and you can’t even put faces to names because you don’t know any names—like right now. 

“‘S fine—I’m happy to see you made it,” you let out a defeated chuckle. 

“‘F course, baby. Charlotte really wanted to see Sarah,” she nods towards the girls in the pool, Charlotte’s red hair looking strikingly similar to the woman standing in front of you. Janet seems to be on her second drink of the afternoon, you saw her tipping back a solo cup out of the corner of your eye earlier. 

“What are you drinking?” you ask her, nodding at her cup. 

“Someone brought a fancy lookin’ wine I popped open,” she says, giving you a sly smile. “Why don’t we get you a drink? You’ll like this,” she says, you don’t have much time to react, she’s already pulling you towards the drink station. 

You both settle into a comfortable silence, looking around the backyard while Janet pours your drink. 

“So,” she says, giving you a wink. 

“So…” you echo, sending a nervous laugh her way. 

“Who’s that girl,” she nods towards Caroline while passing you a cup, you take a big sip, Janet fills it back up to the top without a second glance. 

“Caroline,” you say looking at her and Joel. They’re talking to some other people, a small group of them congregating by the barbecue. 

“Caroline…” Janet tests out on her tongue, willing you to continue. 

“Caroline—Joel’s,” you can’t help but chuckle. “date. I guess.” 

“That bother you?” she says, finishing the bottle of wine while the two of you walk back towards the edge of the pool so she can watch Charlotte and Sarah. 

“Nope,” you say, and it’s not a lie. Sure, it might be a little weird to see another woman clinging to his arm after yesterday. But you know now. And that’s all that matters. 

“Joel can—” you laugh again, “—Joel can do what he likes.” 

Janet stops walking suddenly. You tear your gaze away from Joel and look at her with a confused furrowed brow. 

“Sweetie…” she says with eyes that look way too knowing for your comfort or peace of mind. 

“Janet…?” you say, though her gaze just intensifies. 

“You mean to tell me it happened since I last saw you?”

Your eyes widen, a shocked look crosses your face and you quickly try to replace it with a bad mask of confusion. 

“W-what? I—” 

“Don’t lie to me, doll,” she warns, and she looks like she really means it. 

“Janet…” you say in a not as effective and halfhearted warning tone back. 

“Don’t you dare,” she wags her finger—a final warning. 

What has gotten into you and why can’t you find it in yourself to lie to this woman?

“Don’t te—” she gasps, “Janet, I mean it. Do not tell anyone.” 

She shuts her half open mouth and makes the my lips are sealed motion across her face. You laugh while stealing a glance at Joel. 

“I told you,” she whispers to you in a hush, joining your eyeline towards Joel.

You stay silent for a moment, just taking everything and everyone in—but at the same time just looking at Joel. when you finally break the silence you’re a bit shocked at your question. You’ve never talked about Joel like this with someone who actually knows him. Everything has always been a secret—like you were supposed to be ashamed or something. You never were.  

“How did you know?” you ask, hushed. You’re not sure she’ll even hear you. 

“Would love to say it was intuition, sweetie—but—it was him. It was written all over his face.” 

_

You stayed with Janet for the better portion of the hour, all through silent peaks at your phone to see if Tommy had texted you. When it was getting to the point where people were getting curious, you’ve just about had your limit. 

You approach Joel quickly, you don’t miss Caroline’s stunned face but you really can’t be bothered with—that—right now. 

“Joel?” you ask, pulling at his arm a bit, he excuses himself from the group and follows you towards the backyard's edge. 

“Where the hell is your brother?” you whisper.

“He’s not here?” he asks, the same hushed tone also pushing through his voice at your question. 

“No! I called him, but he’s not responding,” you pipe back while pulling out your phone. Though the lack of notifications from Tommy—just as before—tells you enough. 

You both look at each other for a fleeting second. But the same worried look is probably etched on both your faces — fuck. 

“This fuckin’ guy,” Joel mutters under his breath while pulling out his own phone and then putting it up to his ear. 

You pace around the small area you and Joel are in, observing the unfamiliar faces. 

“Nothin’,” Joel grovels, taking a peak over the fence towards the street to see if Tommy's truck has pulled up. “I’ll try ‘im again — just — you should mingle,” he says, still looking down at his phone. 

“‘S fine. I don’t really know anyone here anyways,” you say absentmindedly, looking through your phone for Tommy’s contact and putting your phone up to your ear. 

You hear yelling and shouting from the entrance to the backyard. You slowly lift your head, reluctant to tear your eyes away from frantic texts. 

You spot him, in all his glory. Tommy Miller. Two hours late to his own birthday party—though he looks like he couldn’t care less, hugging old friends and new ones. He spots your eyes in the crowd and you can’t even be bothered to smile, a frown is almost permanently placed on your face—Late to your own birthday party? 

He nods his head toward the house, a silent invitation to talk when he’s done greeting the guests. You nod back and turn to Joel, Tommy turns to everyone else. 

“He’s here,” you say, pulling Joel out of his own phone, he does a double take towards the entrance and huffs out a groan. 

“Goddamn idiot,” Joel says, running his palm over his eyebrow. 

“I’m gonna go—” you say, nodding towards the house, towards Tommy. 

“Yeah. Alright,” he replies, though he looks a bit concerned and unfocused, looking towards Tommy, then back to you, “You need me, ‘m there.”

“‘M not telling him about us on his birthday and It’s Tommy, Joel.” 

Tommy—harmless. 

Though Joel’s look sends a sweat to your palms for some reason. You don’t know why he’s worried. 

It’s Tommy. It’s fine. 

Right? 

You hope as much as you make your way through the crowd. You beeline for the house and slip past the sliding doors into the kitchen where cups and bags of chips lay open and equally sprawled. 

You can hear the door slide open and shut again behind you as you try and salvage the mess. 

“Baby,” Tommy says, rounding the corner and coming close to you, “‘M sorry. The concrete guy was supposed to drop off the shipment tomorrow but he came today and needed a signature—” 

“Tommy, it’s okay,” you almost have to will yourself to say. You also have to remember it’s his birthday. 

He looks down. 

“‘S okay. It’s your birthday. Happy birthday,” you reassure with a small smile. 

“Looks great out there,” he says, fiddling with his phone in his hand. 

“Thanks.” 

You’re suddenly a bit nervous. You hadn’t really thought about everything that had happened when Tommy being late to his own birthday party was blanketing all the drama. But he’s here now, and you have no idea what to say. Maybe it would be better to not say anything at all—not address the fact that he asked you out, or you and Joel. But that guilty gnawing feeling eats you alive the longer you stand in silence. 

“Joel helped you?” 

“Yeah. I went shopping yesterday and dropped off the stuff here then we set it up this morning,” you say, nodding towards the backyard and then your car parked out front. 

“You went shopping on your own?” he almost sounds offended. 

“I wanted to go on my own.” 

Tommy doesn't look convinced. 

“Really, T. ‘S fine,” you brush off, leaning back against the kitchen counter and crossing your arms. He stares at you from the other side of the kitchen. 

“Caroline here?” he asks, a hesitant look on his face as he switches from looking at the ground to your face—almost like he’s looking for a reaction. 

“She’s out there somewhere,” you nod, keeping a neutral face masked with a small smile. “You should mingle. Just wanted to make sure everything was alright.” 

But he doesn’t move, he just keeps fiddling with the case on his phone again, looking down to the floor—his feet. 

“I— you said you wanted to talk in person.” 

Shit. 

You both look at each other, waiting. A game of cat and mouse. 

“It can wait, T. Enjoy your party,” you say, gesturing to the crowd outside. 

“Is it about—is it about what happened Friday?” 

“Tommy,” you say, almost warningly. This situation is shitty enough as is. You really don’t want to spoil everything—even if there’s nothing left to spoil. 

He doesn’t say anything. His thumb fiddling with his phone is the only sound coming from inside the kitchen. He looks at you, waiting for you to continue. Almost unbearable. You crack way quicker than you’d hope to last. 

If he wants it like this, at his own birthday party, then so be it. 

“Fine. I just—I wanted to…” you scramble for words but they jumble in your mind. 

“I’m—” you fall short again. “About what you said. What you asked me. I don’t think that it’s…something I want. I’m—sorry.” 

“You don’t think it’s something you want? Or you know that—” 

“Tommy,” you say, giving him an awkward stifled laugh. Like he’s being childish with his response. Because he is. “I don’t—I’m sorry.”

He turns away from you suddenly, towards the window above the sink and just stares at it for a long time. You can see his chest puffing. When he finally turns back around, it’s different. It’s the Tommy you know. 

“‘S okay,” He says. 

Maybe he’ll get over it quickly—you hope. 

“Are you okay? I’m—I mean I hope that this doesn’t change anything since I’m still gonna be around—” you lift your arm up to run a ragged hand across your forehead and through your hair, you don’t even notice that your shirt riding up, “— I just don’t want it to like—” 

“What is that?” 

Your eyes snap to Tommy’s, confused. You think he might be looking out the window again but his eyes trail to you, but lower. Like he’s looking at your hips—because he is. You’re still confused for a second, before examining your shirt, looking for stains or anything out of the ordinary. But you don’t find anything, your top spotless. 

“What? I don’t—” 

“No—” he takes a couple quick steps forward, into your space, you try to find his eyes—yours blown out with confusion and shock but his are trained and laser focused to your waistline. 

“What’s—” he tries to pull up your shirt, you shove him back out of reflex. “You’re hurt, what happened t’you?” 

He almost pins down your hands to see your skin under your shirt, dipping his head to look at your waist and hips and you suddenly know. You know there are hand shaped bruises littered across the skin of your waist, turning it deep purple. Handprints that match Joel’s exactly—almost like they’re burned into you. You saw it this morning. It’s why you didn’t bother to put on a swimsuit and decided to keep a top on instead. 

What’s even worse is you know Tommy saw it too. 

“Tommy!” you’re yelling now, fighting his grip. 

You slip up, unable to get a good hold on his wrist like he now has on yours and he pushes the shirt up to reveal the bruises. 

“What the hell is that?” 

“Fucking—get off!” he backs away with your second shove, a different kind of look on his face. “Jesus,” you huff out, yanking your shirt back down. 

You both stand there. A pregnant silence between you. You can almost hear the gears turning, he stares blankly. Putting it all together. Like maybe you’re not hurt, but you wanted it—wanted it from another man. Somewhere in the back of his mind he might keep wishing someone hurt you so he didn’t have to feel so betrayed. So when he asks, it’s like he doesn’t want to admit that it’s true—the quiet possibility of someone else in the picture. 

“Who,” he says slowly, pointing down to your waist, “did that?”

“Tommy—” you say, but footsteps cut you off, you both turn your head to the entrance of the kitchen as Joel rounds the corner. He looks out of breath and his eyes flicker from Tommy and his finger pointing down at your waist then back to you. 

“We alright in here?” Joel stands, hesitant, his fingers play with the bottom hem of his shirt in an anxious way. Like he doesn't know what he’s just walked in on—you’re not entirely sure you know the answer to that either. You aren’t sure if he’s talking to you or Tommy so you stay silent, waiting for the man in front of you to respond. 

“Yup,” Tommy replies, too angry to be believable. 

Joel looks at you but he doesn’t say anything. Not out loud. 

No. You try to say with your eyes. We are definitely not alright in here. 

“What’s goin’ on?” Joel says, almost a whisper. You’re still not sure if he’s talking to you or Tommy. You can't take your eyes off Tommy’s gaze. From the looks of it, Joel’s question makes Tommy more angry and way more confused. 

“Joel,” you say, trying to look for any indication in Tommy’s face that he’s not going to go bat shit crazy. “‘S fine. We’re okay.” 

But Joel doesn’t listen. Because he’s Joel Miller and maybe you can’t see it right now, but you can hear the concern dripping off his tone—an indication that he won’t ever leave. Not now. So he stalks towards you both and you try to shake your head no, and he doesn’t listen. 

He stands beside you, putting a flat sprawled palm on Tommy’s chest and silently tries to push him backward. But Tommy breaks first, pushing Joel’s hand off him, staggering back while looking at you and Joel.

And maybe he gets it then, you think. Because Tommy lets out a deep chuckle—like you’ve got clown makeup on. Like he’s never seen anything more funny. He’s a lot of things but he is not fucking stupid. So he looks past Joel to your eyes. To your face, almost covered—ridden—in guilt and he can see everything. 

“Really?” Tommy says, not sparing Joel a glance. 

“You put your fuckin’ hands on her?” Tommy says, almost at a whisper which makes it all the more intimidating. You can see Joel’s back puff, his anger rising. But you also know Joel would never hurt his brother. Not on purpose.

But you’re scared. You’re really fucking scared in this moment because Tommy is entirely too worked up and you know whatever excuse Joel is going to say won’t help. 

“Easy,” Joel says, his voice cutting through the tense silence. 

You’re sweating. The hot summer of July in Austin getting to you. They stare at each other for a long time. Like at the kitchen table, like when you all first met. But this time, Tommy breaks, and his eyes flicker to yours, he takes a tiny step to the side so he can see you better. 

“Is this why? Is this why you’re fuckin’—jesus, fuck. ‘S this why he went to get you a tire?” you stand, you can’t really say anything, your stunned figure doesn’t move.  

“He hurt you,” Tommy breathes out, his voice almost breaking if he wasn’t so angry. You shake your head. 

You both know that the bruises aren’t from hurt. That they’re far from it. 

“He didn’t,” you reply. 

“No, no, baby. He’s—you’re—” Tommy almost looks like he can’t believe it, shaking his head, switching between you and Joel. The look you give him shuts him up, and makes him back away, until Joel unclenches his fists and relaxes his shoulder a fraction. 

“I didn’t really want to tell you like this, I was—” 

“Fucking my brother?” he bites back, interrupting you. 

That makes you a bit mad. You’re not in love with his attitude, nor his tone. It’s not like he has any right. It’s not like either of them do. 

Joel moves to speak but you do it first. 

“Don’t give me that,” you say, almost laughing, though the situation is not funny, not in the slightest. “We’re not dating, Tommy. We never were.” 

Caroline strides in at that, looking at the scene unfolding in the kitchen. She stops short of the three of you, her mouth slightly agape. You roll your eyes, fucking perfect. Let’s just bring the party in here instead. You’ll give it to the woman. She has impeccable timing.

“Needed some napkins…” she trails off, holding the empty napkin stand in her right hand up so everyone can see. “I—I can come back.”

“Did you know?” Tommy turns to her, gesturing to you and Joel. 

“Tommy,” Joel says from in front of you, a warning. Tommy ignores him. 

“Did you know?” he asks again, Caroline stares back shocked. But she does consider it, rolls the idea around in her head before speaking. 

“Them two?” Tommy nods. “Her?” 

Okay. You really don’t love that tone. You silently chastise yourself for thinking she was nice at the bar when your first instinct was that she was a bitch—because she is. You were waiting for her snarky undertones or spoiled takes to show. You knew it was coming, you just didn’t know when. 

“No, ‘f couse not.” She’s almost laughing, like it could never be possible. It hits you harder than you’ll ever admit. “She’s — you’re…young,” she says, looking at you. 

Tommy gestures to you and Joel like he’s saying, well believe it, because it’s true.

Joel moves faster than you can comprehend. He’s got a tight grip on Tommy’s arm. He probably doesn’t even have to say anything, Tommy knows what’s happening. But Joel warns him anyway—again. 

“Quit,” he growls. You’d guess this might be the point where Tommy usually backs down. But this situation is far from usual. 

“Or what?” Tommy bites back. When Joel doesn’t respond he continues. “You gonna mark me up? Leave me all black and blue?” 

Tommy doesn’t stop there, you try to move past Joel but he stops you, turns his head to you slightly, a hardened look in his eye.

“Oh, I forgot you’d probably like that, huh?” 

Joel remains frozen for a couple fleeting seconds before whipping around and pushing Tommy into the back counter. You’re rooted to your place, you don’t even care that Caroline is still in the corner, holding the fucking napkin holder in the air. 

“What’d you say?” Joel barks in Tommy’s face. 

“Look at her fuckin’ stomach, dude!” Tommy throws the words in his face, pushing him back slightly and making a vague gesture in your direction, it causes your feet to move towards the brothers before you can think. 

Joel backs off then, sneaking a tiny glance at you out of the corner of his eye, like he really is thinking about the marks he left on your waist. He had seen them this morning, ran his fingers over them too, and saw how the notches matched the curves of his fingers perfectly. But you kissed him, and told him it was okay. That it was more than okay. Maybe even whispered that you liked it between muffled groans. So when a glint of guilt flashes in his eyes it makes your heart break more than it already has. 

“She said no,” Joel says, looking back at Tommy. A tense silence follows—like you’re not sure if Joel is going to continue or Tommy is going to bite back.

“Get back to your party,” Joel growls after a while. You bite your lip.

Tommy looks at Joel with unwavering eyes. His glance turns towards the window where he can see the bustling crowd—can almost hear the laughter. Then he looks down to his hand, outstretches it, undoes his gnarly fist, and when it curls back up again, you finally bite. 

“Tommy!” you say, moving closer. But it’s too late. Joel’s figure knocks to the side and his hand instinctively grabs his face, his nose, his eye. Maybe the worst part about it all is that Joel doesn’t even look remotely surprised, or that he wants to fight back—he just stays there, a little hunched over when you yelp in shock and Tommy groans, shaking out a now bruised fist. 

“Fuck,” you almost yell, your body doesn’t know what to do between bending down to see Joel’s face and looking at Tommy—at his face—because you don’t recognize him. 

Joel almost huffs out a laugh, and to shut him up, to get him to bite his tongue, you speak again. 

“Okay. We’re done here,” you say, pushing Joel towards the entrance of the house, towards your car. 

And Caroline is there, pushing Tommy towards the couches and for the first time, you’re grateful for her. 

_

The ride back to your house is silent after a short and quick bicker about who can drive. You think Joel might want to sit in the driver's seat so you can’t see the quickly forming bruises on the left side of his face but you make a decent argument, enough to settle him in the passengers—looking out the window. 

You send Janet a quick text, asking if she can watch Sarah for a few hours. Brother emergency. Janet replies back and says the girls haven’t gotten out of the pool since you left. It makes you smile a bit, despite it all. 

When you park in your driveway, you hop out quickly, Joel following closely behind. He waits there, right behind you, when you pull out your house keys, and waits when you unlock the deadbolt and waits when you push through the door. 

“Make yourself at home,” you say, nodding towards the couches and dropping your keys in the bowl. 

You disappear into the kitchen and brace your arms on the counter, your head hanging between your shoulders. You let out a deep, ragged breath and try to control your heartbeat. 

“Fuck,” you mumble, shaking out your wrists, grabbing two advil from the bottle on your counter, a glass of water, and peas from freezer.  

Joel’s sitting on the loveseat, looking down at his hands. You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either. He just takes the water and pills from your hands and swallows it silently. You extend the peas to him, he thinks about it for a while and when you shake them again, huffing, saying—just fucking take them. He finally obliges. 

You get a good look at his cheek when he turns to set the water down on the table and you have to stop yourself from gasping. 

“Joel,” you murmur, reaching for him, bending down, he stops you, grabs your wrist, then grabs your hand. But he’s gentle. Not like Tommy. Joel’s gentle. 

“‘S fine,” he says, and winces when the peas touch his face. “‘M fine.”

You settle in between his legs, looking down at him. He’s got one hand on his face, holding the peas, and the other, wrapped around the back of your thigh. He doesn’t even want to look up at you. It breaks your heart. 

“‘M sorry,” you say quietly, his hand on your thigh trails upward. He plays with the hem of your shirt and lifts it enough to take a peek at the purple that lies there. 

He doesn’t say anything, just sits there, running a gentle, ghost-like touch across the bruises. 

“He — saw it. I don’t…” you look down to your stomach. You can see the shape of his fingertips so clearly. It’s no wonder Tommy reacted how he did. “It was an accident.”

He doesn’t nod. Doesn’t shake his head. He tosses the peas onto the table and pushes the cotton of your shirt up further, to where he can see all of it—all the black and blue there. 

“Are you mad?” you whisper, hesitantly, as he stares at his own hands, his own branding. 

“‘M sorry,” he mumbles. 

“Don’t be,” you say, begging, “Please.”

“He did that cause—,” you breathe out, taking his chin in your pointer finger and thumb and getting your first good look at his cheek, “—it’s-’s my fault, I should’ve—”

“C’mon. Don’t do that,” he says, cutting you off, nipping your apology in the bud, “I should be the one who’s sorry, this is — I hurt you.” 

You shake your head. 

“You know that’s not—you know that I—” you stifle a short chuckle. 

“That you what?”

You let out a couple hot breaths, looking down at him, the purple around his eye slowly taking shape. 

“That I liked it.” 

Joel bends forward then, and you gasp. The dull scratch of his beard is the only thing keeping your eyes open. He trails his hot breath across your stomach, and leaves gentle kisses on your sides, on your bruises.

“Joel,” you mumble, and you hate how your voice sounds so breathy, maybe even desperate. You tangle your hands in his hair, grasping at the nape of his neck he pulls you down, closer, so you’re slotted in his lap, straddling him. Joel pulls back and looks at your face, brushes the fallen hair from your eyes. 

“I meant what I said,” you start, he furrows his brow, “Still—mean it.”

From the look in his eyes he knows what you’re talking about. The words you slipped into his ear last night.

‘S you, Joel — it’s-’s always been you.

“But if this is—if Tommy—” you cut yourself off, correcting your words, “If I messed it up—” 

“Sweetheart,” he says. Your heart pulls, you almost put your hand on his cheek, but you see the rising skin and settle for his shoulder. “‘M not goin’ anywhere.” 

“Are you sure?” 

He pulls you down further, so you’re flush against him. He studies your eyes and rubs at your waist, your hips. It sends a little fire down between your thighs. 

“‘M here—‘M…I’m right here,” he mumbles, and shakes his head. Like he’s telling you no to any silent thoughts of doubt that might be floating around your head. 

And then he pulls your head down to kiss you. 

It’s needy, and hot and everything you want at this moment. He’s everywhere and you can feel his growing arousal between your legs. You both needed this—you think. After everything, after—fucking—Caroline and Janet Baker and Tommy Miller. You both needed each other so bad that when you grind down onto him he lets out a little desperate groan into your mouth that spurs you on. 

Joel slips his hand under your shirt and finds the hardened peak there. He pinches it and rolls it between his fingers, it sends your hips forward and suddenly he’s sitting up, and shucking your shirt off. 

He grabs your hips and moves you against him, your most vulnerable spots grinding against each other. Giving you both blown out eyes and puffy lips and panting breath. 

“Sh–it,” you gasp when your shorts catch on your clit perfectly. 

“Pretty,” he says, grasping at your tits, at anything he can find while you grind against his length. “fuckin’—pretty like this.”

You claw at his belt and before you know it, he’s lifting you up so you’re on your knees and he’s pulling his pants past his hips. You get the memo and take your shorts off, tossing them behind you. When you sink back down onto his lap, you can feel his cock slip between your wet lips down there. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you say, gliding along his cock, soaking it. You can feel all of him now—grinding along his hardness—the girth of him fitting perfectly between your swollen lips. 

“Angel,” Joel pants out, through sloppy kisses. You look at him. He’s got a desperate look on his face. Like he couldn’t wait just like you. Not even to get upstairs to your bedroom or to get all his clothes off. Like he’s been wanting this all day. Just like you. 

You move up and reach down, feeling the wet mess you’ve both made down between your legs. You find his cock, hard and wanting, and position it at your entrance. The head sinks past your walls, enveloping it somewhere deeper and you both groan at the feeling. 

You sink down on him slowly, you’re by no means physically ready to take him. But you can’t wait any longer. He kisses you, and down to your neck, making it easier to ease yourself down onto him, and when you finally reach the end, and you’re seated fully in his lap, you both gasp. 

Your walls clench around him, eliciting a quiet groan from Joel somewhere near your neck. Your eyes roll back in your head, your forehead drops onto his shoulder. You both just sit there, waiting for the other to make a move. 

It’s kind of like a game. 

See how long you can both relish in each other’s warmth — the first person who moves loses. 

Your walls tighten again and he lets out another groan, “Jesus,” he mumbles, nipping at your neck. You’re slowly adjusting to him, relaxing around him. It makes you shudder. 

You realize he’s not really touching you. He’s got his hands on your thighs, but they’re just resting there. Not squeezing or gripping your hips like you know he so desperately wants. Maybe he’s scared, you think. From everything that’s happened today. From the consequences his touch barred. 

But you didn’t care about the consequences. You liked his touch, needed his touch, just as much as he needed something to hold him back down to earth, anchor him to you—in you. And afterall, you just want him to feel good. Feel better. 

“Touch me,” you gasp out, reaching down to his hands. 

“Am touchin’ you,” he forces out, panting near your ear. His thumb absentmindedly pushes down on the skin of your thigh a fraction harder and then eases up, like he’s saying this is the best I can do. 

“No, Joel,” you moan, rock your hips a little, moving first, moving frantically and suddenly, “touch me,” you say into his neck, reaching down to usher his hands to your hips, your waist, you. 

Joel gets it then, the silent permission. The it’s okay, and grips you harder, but not as hard as you know he would like. It’s good enough for you because he moves your hips, rocking you up and down onto his length—having enough of the senseless grinding. 

“Fuckin’ good—” Joel groans, your hands fly to his shoulders, his hair. “You feel good.” 

Your legs grow tired, he can tell. You try your best, but you’re sweaty and tired and fucked out, and when he hits a spot deeper inside you that makes you moan out, louder than before, and you almost collapse onto him. He ruts into you a little. Meeting you halfway. Fucking you deeper—maybe even a bit faster. 

Your legs ache and you feel a sheen of sweat wash over both of you. And Joel’s eye is fucked up, his cheek too. Tommy is sitting back at the house—or god knows where—with a possible broken hand, Janet baker is watching Sarah instead of you or Joel, Caroline is still back at the house, and everything is a fucking mess, but it’s so right. He feels so right. He’s — he’s right. 

You’re close then, the coarse hair on him inching you toward your climax. He knows, he can feel it from the inside. You don’t even have to say it this time, your question for his permission. He can see it already braced on your lips but he shuts you up with a kiss, a sloppy one, where he sticks his tongue into your mouth and your walls tighten around him again. 

“Yes,” he says with a moan into your mouth, “yes, yes—ah.”

“Fuck,” you say tightening around him, becoming breathless and boneless, but Joel holds you up. He always does. 

He grips you tighter, like how you know he wanted to, and you relish in the feeling. His thrusts become desperate and you brace yourself on the back of the couch so he can rut up deeper, chasing after his own orgasm. You can’t really breathe. Not when he’s everywhere. 

“Shit,” he says, rocking into you. 

Joel cums hard, holding onto you, wrapping you up in his arms as he groans somewhere near your temple. You let it spread through you, the mess of it all. He keeps you locked in his arms, even when you think he might pull away. 

He finally pulls you off him, when he says it becomes too much and you sit on his lap, playing with his curls. When you both settle from your panting you can’t help but ask.

“What are we gonna do?” you say quietly to him. 

“I dunno,” he grabs your hand and gives it a quick kiss. The bruise on his face is turning an ugly shade of purple. And the peas have gone warm, creating a small puddle on the coffee table. And your phone keeps buzzing from the entryway. 

“We’ll figure it out,” he says, running a hand on your thigh. 

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[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 24- knife play w/ leeknow

⤷ warnings: knife play(no blood), hookup, classic football x cheerleader trope, fem!reader, cumming inside, alcohol mentioned.

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You guys met at some college party, stumbling into him while trying to get a drink.

You don't normally go to party's like this but your best friend chan, won his homecoming game at decided to throw a party. And who are you not to attend your own best friends winning party.

Though of course he wouldn't be seen at all during the party, leaving you alone to get through. You had other friends but they were either too drunk or just not visble to you.

When you walked into the party you saw lee Minho. In your opinion the cutest boy on campus even though that sounds cringy.

He was gorgeous. He worked out, and was captain of the football team. You never knew his name even when you did cheer. But he was almost mysterious, nobody knew anything about him unless you were one of his close friends.

You've had a crush on him since you met chan. When waiting for chan to finish practice he caught your eye. So when they ended practice, you quickly went up to chan.

"Hi channie." You pass him a water bottle.

"Hi, Wanna leave now?" He quirks an eyebrow up gathering his stuff to leave.

"Yea, sure whatever. Who is that" you try to hide your enthusiasm, turning chan around to make him face the field.

"There's dozens of dudes out there. You gotta be more specific." You groan, trying to direct his eyes to the one person of your interest.

"Look, him! The one with reddish brown hair. What's his name."

"Oh, him? That's Minho." He pauses before turning back around. "What you want his number or something?"

"No, I just find him cute." You smile at him before dragging his hands to walk away.

That situation happened 2 weeks ago. You started to come to his practices more, paying more attention when you were cheering for your team.

And now you're here, pressed into his chest.

"Ah, I'm sorry I've should've watched where I was going." You didn't look up, embarrassed of bumping into a random man.

"No worries, you're good." He backs up taking a look at the issue.

"I've spilt some juice on your shirt, let me help you" he gently grabs your hand, waiting fo

r you to respond.

You look up, stunned to see it was no other than the man you've been basically stalking for the past two weeks.

"No! It's okay I got it"

"It's the least I can do, come with me?" He lightly smiles at you, leading you upstairs.

He brings you to the bathroom door, telling you to wait outside while he gets a wet piece of tissue.

"See, mostly off. Besides the stain of course." He laughs it off.

"Thank you"

"Hey, want to grab a drink or something with me?" Who are you to decline his offer.

"Sure."

Maybe it's the alcohol coarsing through your blood but Minho looks really fine right now.

"I've never told you my name" you try to continue but he cuts you off.

"I know your name, you're on the cheer team."

Your eyes widen. He knows your name? You could barely name half the football teams name.

"Oh!," you laugh grabbing your drink. "You do?

"How could I not?" His voice is too sweet for you to handle, eyes flickering from his lips to his thighs back to his lips again.

You try to get up and grab another drink before he stops you, grabbing your hands once more.

"No, you've had enough drinks for tonight. Let me take you over to mine." He deadpans, sitting up from his seat.

"No, I'm okay I can call a taxi." Though you were happy to accept, you don't think you can spend another moment with Minho before pouncing on him.

"I insist __."

And that's how you ended up with your back pressed outside his apartment walls. Not even inside the door with his lips pressed against yours. His hands try to find the door noob. Putting his key into the lock before turning it. He leans back for a second lightly pushing you into the area, locking it before kissing you again.

He kissed you with such fever, lips interlocking with yours as he presses his front against you.

"Shit want you so bad princess" he finally pulls away to lead your guys towards his room.

He kicks the door closed with his foot, sitting you on the bed.

"Watcha looking at?" He takes of your shoes, doing the same to his self.

The real question is what aren't you looking at? His room was the complete opposite of his personality. Walls covered with posters of bands but what intrigued you the most is the set of knifes beside his bed. Not kitchen knifes but they were decent sized, Sharp enough to cut someone.

He catches your drift, grabbing one of the medium sized knives.

"These? You like them? He asks, genuinly trying to get to know you.

"Yea. Wouldn't mind you using it on me" you whisper, slightly humiliated from how close you guys are.

"Yeah? You wouldn't?" He leans you back, taking off your pants.

You couldn't tell if it was a rhetorical question with the way he dives back in to give you a kiss. His lips were soft and plush. Tounge licking over your bottom lip into your mouth.

"Wanna fuck you so bad. Will you let me? Fuck you till you can't remember your name?" He pushes your panties to the side, running two fingers up and down your folds.

"P-please."

That's all it took for him to flip you over, ass up face down with your face pressed into the bedsheets.

Picking up the knife again he presses it to your neck.

"Make any noise and I'll slit your throat." You know he isn't serious, but the thrill excites you.

He positions his cock against your hole, grabbing a handful of your tits.

"f-fuck- so fucking tight and warm." He grunts, leaving open mouthed kisses along your back.

"Min-! s' much" you realized your mistake too late, knife pressing deeper into your skin.

"What the fuck did I tell you?"

"Sorry s-sir" he presses it slightly deeper, feeling some skin break but in the moment you couldn't care.

"What would chan think about this hm? Seeing his best friend getting fucked silly by his other close friend? Embarrassing and humiliating." He trails the knife down your back, Making small red lines as he goes.

"Stop clenching princess" he slaps your ass, thrusting forward once before you cum.

He doesn't stop his movements. Instead, hitting faster and stronger.

"Sensitive! Slow d-down please" you didn't know how to feel. One, overstimulation was taking you over but you didn't have the heart to let this pleasure stop.

"Such. A w-whore letting yourself get fucked like this" he forces his hips deep into you before cumming, slowly moving back and forth riding out his high.

He pulls out before laying you both down on the bed.

"Let me take you on a date"

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Hihi! I was wondering if you do a Jake Jensen x reader since he doesn't get enough love!! Something like, readers pretty hypersexual and all over Jake. He adores reader to the ends of the earth, but is a bit hesitant bc he doesn't think he'd be good enough for them. Jake has no idea how into him reader really is until they get it on!

If not that's totally fine! Have an awesome day!!! >O<

You make nerd sexy... (college!hockeyplayer!Jake Jensen)

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, slut shaming, horny reader, oblivious!Jake Jensen, mentions of seeing Ari's package, violence, mean!Ransom Drysdale, self-doubting, college guys being jerks

"Thanks again for the help, Jakey." You smiled sweetly at him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Jake smiled back, hoping the blush on his face wasn't visible to you or his hockey teammates as they watched your interaction from the sofas with knowing smirks.

"Uh, no problem, Y/n. You know I'm always here to help." He answered as he opened the frat house door for you.

"Well, I best be going-"

"DON'T FORGET TO INVITE HER!" Bucky shouted over his shoulder.

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you looked at Jake.

His eyes widened momentarily before he sent a glare towards Bucky. He cleared his throat and ran his hand up the back of his neck. "Oh, right, I almost forgot," He chuckled nervously. "We're uh, having a victory party here Saturday night, after the game. You wanna come?" He smiled at you.

Your lips stretched into a grin. "I'd love to, Jakey... Although, arranging a victory party before you've even played is very assumptious of you." You raised your eyebrow at him playfully.

He shook his head with a sigh. "It's their idea." He nodded towards the others as they watched you instead of the slutty music video that was playing on the TV.

You giggled, "Figures."

Steve gasped dramatically. "You don't think we'll win, Doll?"

"I just think it's bad luck to assume, that's all." You smiled and looked at Jake.

He nodded, "That's what I said." He rolled his eyes making you giggle. "Will, uh, you be at the game?" He asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Of course she'll be at the game, Jakey... Y/n's, your personal cheerleader, ain't ya', Doll." Bucky winked at you.

You nodded. "Of course I will." You smiled at Jake before looking down at your watch. "Shoot. Gotta go, Jakey... Meeting, Nat and Wanda." You leaned up and gave him one last kiss on the cheek before running out the door waving goodbye to the rest as you did.

Jake closed the door with a sigh before turning around as he ran his hand over the back of his neck.

"Pathetic." Steve muttered stopping Jake in his tracks.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard." Steve shook his head as he sat back in his seat, his attention returning to the TV.

"Leave him alone." Sam said as he stood up from the couch stretching and turned to face Jake. "But he's right."

Jake frowned at him. "About what?"

Bucky rolled his eyes with a huff. "About the sexy little kitten that practically humps your leg any time she's near you."

Jake's brow furrowed, "Who?"

"Y/N!" All the guys shouted.

"You telling me you don't see it?" Ari asked Jake with a bewildered look.

Jake shook his head and shrugged. "See what?"

"How much she's into you." Ari said. "Because she's really into you, dude."

Jake scoffed, "Don't be ridiculous. Y/n's just friendly... She's just my friend." Jake said, thinking about you.

"That you and every other guy wants to fuck." Ari smirked as he rubbed his hand over his crotch.

"I wouldn't mind getting some of that snatch." Lloyd smirked and high fived Bucky.

Jake rolled his eyes, used to the guys constantly talking about how much they'd like to fuck you. If he was being honest, he hated it but you were his friend. What could he do?

"Jake," Sam stood in front of him and put his hand on his shoulder. "That girl wants you and you need to do something about it before someone else beats you to it."

Jake shook his head. "You're being ridiculous." He pushed Sam's hand off him. "Y/n doesn't want to be with me."

"RIGHT!" Steve jumped up from the couch startling Jake. "I'm going to fuck her then."

"What?" Jake's eyes widened as he began panicking. He really didn't want Steve to do that.

"I'll see you fuckers, later." Steve winked at Jake as he walked past him and headed for the door.

"Hold up." Bucky quickly followed. "I want to fuck her too..."

"Me too." Lloyd said as he too followed Steve out of the door.

"And me." Ari grinned as he patted Jake on the shoulder.

Sam chuckled. "Told ya." He gave Jake one more pat before jogging off out the door behind the others that followed Steve.

"Where are you going?" Jake asked him.

Sam held his hands up. "I kinda want to fuck her too, man. Sorry."

Jake silently cursed himself as he closed the door, standing in the quiet frat house. He really didn't like the idea of any of his friends trying to get with you. "Damn it." He huffed and pulled the door open. "WAIT!"

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"Relax, would you, you look cute." Nat smiled at you as the two of you stood at the bar with Wanda.

You looked down at your outfit and smiled.

"I do, don't I?" Your brow furrowed. "So why hasn't, Jake, made a move?"

"Because he's a stupid hockey playing boy." Wanda answered making you and Nat laugh.

"Listen, if Jake's too stupid to do anything, even after all your not so subtle hints, then pick one of the other stupid hockey playing boys to fuck." Nat smiled.

You groaned. "But I don't wanna just fuck, Jake. I like him."

Wanda's brow furrowed as she rubbed your arm. "I know, sweetie, but Jake's stupid. And a girl has needs."

"Needs that any of those hockey players would be happy to fill." Nat wiggled her eyebrows making you and Wanda laugh.

"Who knows, maybe Jake would finally do something if you were to sleep with one of them." Wanda said.

You hummed. "I dunno... Who would you pick?" You asked her.

Wanda thought about it for a second. "Steve's cute I guess... And Sam..."

You nodded and looked at Nat.

She screwed her face up in disgust. "Ew, you know I prefer the cheerleaders." She winked.

You rolled your eyes with a smirk. You looked down at your drink as you thought, "... Ari."

"Ari?" Both Nat and Wanda asked shocked.

You nodded. "Ari."

"He's the complete opposite of, Jake." Wanda said.

"Exactly... And, I have it on good authority he's packing." You smirked to yourself as you played with your glass.

Nat squinted, "How do you know if Ari Levinson is packing in his pants?"

You giggled, "A few weeks ago, I was at the frat house studying with Jake, and went to use the bathroom. As I opened the door, Ari was getting out of the shower... He be packing." You smirked at her as you held your hands up to show just how big Ari was.

Wanda's mouth fell open. "God damn." She smacked the bar. "Why are you so fixed on hooking up with, Jake, then?"

"Because he's sweet and kind." You smiled, "... and as much as Ari is nice and has a big dick, he's a terrible boyfriend. Much rather put his dick in everything than commit to one pussy." You huffed.

Nat nodded and out her arm around your shoulders. "Girl, maybe you need to just let Ari do what he does, to you for a while and forget about Jake."

You nodded. "Maybe..." You sighed, "Excuse me. I need the little girls room." You said before leaving the bar.

Nat and Wanda looked after you with a sigh.

"You really think, Ari's, that big?" Wanda asked looking back at Nat.

Nat shrugged and looked towards the door. She nodded towards it, "Ask him."

You opened the restroom door with a sigh and walked back into the bar to stop when your path was blocked by one of you regrets. "Move, Drysdale."

Ransom shook his head with a chuckle. "C'mon, babygirl, don't be like that." He stepped closer and looked down the top of your dress. "Remember how good I used to make you feel?"

It's true, Ransom Drysdale, knows how to fuck. But you'd already been there and weren't interested in going back any time soon.

"Yes, and I also manage to feel the exact same with my dildo." You smiled at him as his friends laughed before pushing by. "Let go, Ransom!" You pulled your arm, trying to get out of his grip.

"You're being a brat." Ransom hissed.

"Not, intrested." You smacked his shoulder with your fist.

"Everything okay here?"

You gasped, looking over your shoulder at Ari, smiling thankful at him.

"This doesn't concern you, Levinson, back off." Ransom spat at him.

Ari glared at him, puffing his chest out and using his bulking figure to tower easily over Ransom. "It involved me the moment you started hassling this little lady, Drysdale."

Ransom started laughing. "Little lady? Dude, she's a whore."

You gasped and snatched the beer out of Ari's hand, throwing it in Ransom's face before you brought your knee up into his groin. "Fuck you, mommy kink!"

Usually you weren't one to kink shame (you had plenty yourself) but the little bitch deserved it. It was no secret you enjoyed sex (a lot), but you didn't go around sleeping with everyone you ran into. Yes, you were a whore but only for whomever you were with at the time.

Ari slipped his arm around your shoulders with a smirk and guided you away from Ransom and back to where the guys and your friends had moved to. "You owe me, Princess." He teased making you smile.

"Sorry."

He shook his head with a chuckle, "Don't worry... I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me." He winked at you making you blush.

Jake frowned as he watched you laugh with Ari. Why did it have to be him?

For the rest of the night you sat beside Ari, the two of you slowly getting drunk as you chatted and laughed with one another. At some point Ari slipped his arm around your shoulders as you rested your hand in his thigh.

"So, have you told dumbass over there about you sneaking a peak at my dick?" He asked referring to Jake, smirking as you gasped and playfully tapped his chest before giggling.

"I wasn't 'sneaking a peak', Ari." You rolled your eyes at him. "And no, I haven't."

Ari hummed. "Why not? You don't want him to know how much you drooled?" He teased.

Your eyes widened as your mouth fell open. "I did not drool!" Okay, so maybe you did a little.

Ari's head fell back with a laugh. "You so did..." He winked at you as you blushed. "Don't worry, little lady, I'm sure if dumbass over there knew, he would finally make a move."

You looked up at him with a furrowed brow and a pout. "I doubt it. It seems like everyone else can see, except him." You frowned.

Ari hummed. "I don't know how he can't see..." Ari looked down at you and began smirking. "Y'know what might make him see?"

You shook your head as you looked up at him. "What?"

Ari's smirk widened. He reached up with his free hand and pinched your chin with his thumb and index finger. He leaned in close and pressed his lips against yours, slipping his tongue in between your lips as you opened your mouth willingly. You ignored the hoots and hollars from your friends as you let yourself get lost in the kiss.

He pulled back from you with a deep breath, smirking proudly as you chased his lips. "Fancy pretending we're getting outta here and having some fun?"

You bit your lip and glanced over at Jake. He was sat glaring at the two of you.

Ari leaned in and kissed your neck. "It'll really piss him off... Might even bust the door down as I make you cum." He said with a shit eating grin.

You let out a soft laugh and slipped out of the booth, holding your hand out to him. Wanda was right, you did have needs and if Jake wasn't going to make a move then you might as well let Ari do his thing. "How far are you willing to go, Mr Levinson?"

Ari grinned and took your hand. "As far as I'm needed to, to help a friend out." He winked at you. He slipped his arm around your shoulders and the two of you began to leave the bar walking by Jake as you did. "Bye, Jakey." He winked at him.

The moment you left the bar the cold night air hit your warm skin, quickly sobering you up.

"How long you reckon before dumbass comes out here?" Ari asked as you walked down the street.

You shrugged.

Ari looked over his shoulder back into the bar and smirked as he saw Jake walking towards the door. "Trust me?" He asked you.

You laughed. "No."

Ari chuckled and pushed you into the opening of a alley nearby. He crashed his lips against yours as he held your waist. He slowly moved his left hand down your hip and to your thigh, hiking your leg over his hip as he devoured your mouth.

"Can you stop." Jake spoke from behind Ari.

You broke apart and looked towards him, Ari chuckling as he did.

"And why would I do that, Jakey? Someone's gotta look after her snatch." Ari said as he looked back at you. 'Trust me', he mouthed.

Your mouth fell open. "Jerk." You pushed on his shoulder.

Ari laughed again. "What? You know that's all this is, Princess. Your an easy fuck, everyone knows it."

"Hey!" Jake pulled on Ari's shoulder. He pushed him away from you, "Don't speak to her like that, Ari."

Ari laughed again. "C'mon, man. You didn't want her so she's far game."

"You know that's not true." Jake glared at him.

Ari scoffed. "Let a real man fuck her if you're too chicken shit."

You let out a startled gasp as Jake's fist collided with Ari's face. "JAKE!" You called out.

"Touch her again and I'll fucking kill you!" Jake turned to face you and grabbed your hand pulling you out of the alley before you could check if Ari was okay.

Jake was silent as he marched you all the way back to the frat house. "Upstairs. Now." He ordered you as he headed into the kitchen. You opened your mouth to argue as he opened the freezer and grabbed some ice. "NOW!"

You quickly ran upstairs to his room and sat on his bed, unsure what to do. You'd never seen Jake like that. He was usually so calm and collected. Even on the ice he never lost it, that's why he was such a good goalie. He focused and ready to strike at all times.

Jake walked into his bedroom, softly closing the door behind him, barely able to look you in the eye as he sat down at his desk. Silence settled between you as he held ice to his hand.

"Are you hur-"

"We're you really going to sleep with him?" Jake cut you off.

You rolled your eyes. "Of course not."

"So why leave with him?"

You huffed. "Why not? No one else was going take me home." You folded your arms across your chest. "Why do you care?"

Jake shook his head as he kept his focus on his hand.

You drew in a deep breath and stood up. "I'm tired, Jake."

Jake nodded, "I can get you an Uber or-"

"Not like that, Jake!" You huffed. "I meant with you. For months I've tried to let you know how I feel but you just brush it off. I don't know if you're too shy or just don't see or, you don't care, but I like you Jake. I really like you. But I'm tired of waiting for you to do something." You stared at Jake, waiting in silence for him to do something.

He just stared at his hand not speaking a word to you.

You closed your eyes to stop yourself crying, already feeling humiliated enough. "Fine then." You turned around to grab your bag from his bed. "I'll see you around."

"I love you."

Your mouth hung open slightly as you turned to face Jake with your eyes wide. "What?"

He groaned and dropped his head onto his desk. Shit. "I mean... I," He sat h nched over fir a few seconds as he tried to collect his nerves before he sat up and turned to look at you. "I like you too... A lot... But, I'm no good for you. I can't be with you. You're way too beautiful and smart and sexy... For a guy like me, who's a nerd and a dumb hockey player... I'm just not good enough for you, Y/n... I mean, you were going to sleep with Ari, and you were dating that Drysdale kids. I'm nothing like them."

Your brow furrowed, "Oh, Jakey," You sighed softly and walked over to him. You carefully sat in his lap taking Jake by surprise. You wrapped your arm around his neck as you smiled at him. "I know you're nothing like, Ari or Ransom, and that's why I like you. You're smart and funny, and you don't see me as a hole to fill... You've never judged me for, having a healthy appetite for sex."

Jake blushed making you smile.

"Jake," You cupped his cheek and turned his face towards you. "You're not a dumb hockey player. You're nothing like the other guys. And you're not a nerd," Jake gave you a pointed look making you giggle. "Okay, so you are a nerd, but you make it sexy." You smiled sweetly at him, making him blush even more. "And I wasn't going to sleep with, Ari. He was just... helping us out." You smiled at him. "You owe him an apology by the way."

Jake nodded. "I know." He looked down as he placed his hand on your knee.

"Jake," You whispered and lifted his gaze to meet yours. "I really like you."

Jake began grinning at you. "M'sorry I've been so dumb."

You laughed at him. "Just kiss me, Jake."

He nodded. His eyes fell your lips as he licked his lips before he closed the gap between you and pressed his soft lips against yours. His large hands gently kneaded your thigh making you moan against his mouth.

A startled shriek left you as the rest of the team barged into Jake's room, blowing party whistles. Sam pulled you off Jake's knee as some of the guys jumped up onto his bed whilst blowing their whistles. The others grabbed Jake and hauled him up off his chair. Steve, Bucky, Lloyd and Ari each grabbed a limb and began to throw him in the air like they do to each other after a victory.

"PUT ME DOWN!" Jake called out mid air looking a little green.

"This is what you get for punching me, you dick." Ari laughed.

You rolled your eyes and folded your arms across your chest. "Can you boys hurry up. I kinda wanted to suck his dick."

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[storiesbyrhi]

No, but hear me out on this (gn!reader x) Eddie Munson thought… You’re the same age, but you graduated on time. Two years out in the world and you’re not entirely sure what you’re doing but whatever. What you have learned is that if you let yourself do nothing, you kind of spiral and it’s harder to get started again. Desperately, you don’t want that for Eddie.

Then you overhear Wayne and Eddie talking about post-graduation. “Yeah, yeah, rockstar, but you still need somethin’ to do in the meantime,” Wayne tells him.

You double down, telling him he needs more than just a dead-end job. “Sounds awfully like a backup plan, babe,” Eddie accuses when you start suggesting community college courses. Besides, none of them really fit. Yeah, he’s good with cars but they remind him of his dad. He can open a beer bottle with his teeth, but you’d prefer he didn’t.

AND THEN you find it by accident, in the pages clearly aimed at the teen dream cheerleader types. It’s part of a beauty therapist class, but it’s short and he can go specialised after.

Eddie would make the best massage therapist.

Predictable and a basic ass bitch, Eddie doesn’t even entertain the thought. To get what you want, you flatter him. But, Eddie, you’re already good at it. Imagine all the cute girls you’d be in class with. (“That doesn’t make you jealous?!” Weirdly, it doesn’t.)

Eddie already gives excellent massages. He also cracks Wayne’s spine with terrifying accuracy. He’s a touchy person, and isn't weirded out by body stuff. He’s empathetic and perceptive and soft and you just know he’d be. So. Good. And when he becomes a rockstar, how useful will the skill be?!

“Okay but what else do I have to do? I’m not learning how to do nails,” Eddie says, and it means he’s on his way to being convinced.

You rope Wayne into the plan and by the time final enrolments are due, you’ve fucking done it. Eddie tells you it’s just to make you happy, that he doesn’t actually plan on taking it seriously, but you know, that’s the thing about Eddie… Whatever he is, he wants to be his personal best at it.

He is the best dungeon master. The best guitarist. The best nephew. The best boyfriend. You know, once he gets over the nerves and sees that college isn’t the same as high school, he’ll be his best at this too.

It doesn’t take long for him to fall in love with the course. The other students, all girls, are obsessed with him. He’s not just a guy, but he’s totally the ‘wrong type of guy’ to be doing beauty therapy. They fawn all over him and pout when he (constantly) reminds them he has a partner who he is insanely in love with. Eventually, they get used to him and kind of adopt him as this weird, nerdy, metalhead, who somehow stumbled into their beauty therapy class.

The girls practice on each other (and Eddie, who looks so fucking weird with dead straight hair but absolutely beautiful with mascara on), but not their boyfriends – because their boyfriends say all of this is girly shit. Eddie says that you’re an excellent pretend client, and they all demand to meet you, to practice.

You love them, possibly more than Eddie does. It’s like a gaggle of happy kittens, mewling around, pulling at your hair. They are smarter than anyone gives them credit for, and they tell you all the things Eddie says about you in class.

Eddie gets basic passing grades in all the other stuff – that’s the aim. Everyone knows he could do better; he’s creative, good with his hands, and just kind of gets people. All the qualities needed to excel in the beauty industry. But, it’s the massage therapy component he’s there for. He gets the highest grade possible, even in the theory module.

Eddie wants to get into remedial massage (just not the type for, you know, basketball players and other athletes). He wants to ease peoples’ pain and make them more comfortable in their skin. Eddie likes to make people happy. He feels good about himself when he sees the difference his hands can make.

“Alright, babe,” he finally concedes. “It’s a good backup plan.”

[melis-writes]

oo what if Victoria told Michael about Arthur, a lawyer she went out with, years after they got married 😏can u imagine Michael’s jealousy esp cause Arthur is someone she has a lot these in common with 😭😭

Omgggggg!! Okay, I definitely missed writing jealous Michael, honestly lmaoooo! 😂😳❤

“Sooooo…” You slip off your kitten heels, curling up next to Michael on the patio swing with a grin. “You must have missed me, huh?”

“Did I?” Michael murmurs, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “I missed you all last night but I certainly wouldn’t miss seeing the sight of dozens of lawyers stuffed in one room.”

“Fair enough,” you giggle, unable to help yourself from blushing at the sight of Michael so relaxed and casual; only in a loose white dress shirt with the unbuttons halfway undone and a pair of black trousers—his hair simply brushed through and tousled as the two of you spend time with one another at the estate’s gazebo.

“How was it, baby?” Michael pulls out his cigarette pack from the pocket of his trousers before planting a kiss over your cheek. “I know I didn’t get a proper chance to ask how the reunion went last night because you were so exhausted.”

“Oh, I think if you asked I’d probably have fallen asleep answering the question halfway.” You admit, sheepishly. “I didn’t expect the event to last so long, for one and I almost certainly didn’t expect everyone to show.”

“Full party, hmm?” Michael puts a cigarette in his mouth, tossing his pack onto the patio table next to him. “All the graduates from 1945 were there?”

“Just about,” you nod as Michael takes out his lighter and cups his hand around the flame to light up his cigarette. “Salvatore Romano’s family was there too, you know. I know he technically never ‘graduated’, per say as he should have, but his parents knew how much he loved Dartmouth so they wanted to have a little celebration to honour his memory.”

“Hmm.” Michael leans back, relaxing his muscles as you both swing back and forth slowly. “I would have hoped you’d remind that brother of yours about this.”

“No use, believe me.” You cross your arms with a soft sigh. “I got so emotional just seeing them cry over Salvatore’s graduation portrait, I had to actually separate myself from them. They didn’t come to celebrate, they came to grieve.”

“Understandable,” Michael nods at you, “but at the same time their loss isn’t shared by everyone else. I don’t personally see it appropriate to do that at a celebration, but a funeral.”

“Right.” You run your hands up and down Michael’s arm as his hand rests over your thigh, massaging as you go. “I decided the only way I was going to enjoy my evening tear free was seeing all my colleagues and sorority sisters there too. Lots of familiar faces.”

“I always found it interesting we were both involved with sororities and fraternities.” Michael gazes at you. “Wouldn’t surprise me if Niccolo and Verona did the same.”

“Very true.” You chuckle, “but also too soon to tell. Is it true that’s where you met most of your girlfriends?”

“My girlfriends?” Michael raises his brows at you, but doesn’t sense any semblance of jealousy from your tone of voice or over your expression.

“Yeah.” The grin on your lips grows wider as you gently nudge Michael. “Or was Fredo lying to me all those years back when he told me Moe Greene teased you about ‘all those cheerleaders’ you went out with?”

“Fredo,” Michael rolls his eyes and takes a short drag out of his cigarette. “Of course Fredo told you. No, it wasn’t a lie. That did happen.”

“How many?” Curiosity grows in your eye as you tug on Michael’s arm. “Tell meee…”

“Baby, who cares?” Michael rests his head against the patio swing cushion, looking at you. “Nothing but pointless college flings and relationships years back—unless it’s bothering you?”

“Bothering me?” You burst into a fit of giggles, shaking your head. “Don’t be ridiculous, why would that bother me? You take me as the very jealous type?”

“Maybe.” Michael chuckles, holding his cigarette between his fingers and stealing a kiss from your lips. “Either way, it amuses me. Why do you ask?”

“Just seems like something the Michael Corleone would do.” You smirk, shrugging your shoulders innocently.

“College flings are pointless.” Michael flicks off the ashes on the tip of his cigarette. “You’ve had them yourself, hmm?”

“Yeah, very, very pointless and spontaneous.” You agree, “just one casual relationship and the rest is history.”

Michael pauses, instantly feeling a spike of jealousy shoot through him. “Casual relationship?”

“Hmm?” You blink back at Michael, having no intention on purpose to actually make him jealous as the words just slipped out of your mouth.

“You were in a relationship with someone?” Michael’s eyes dart back to you as he puts his cigarette in his mouth.

“Yeah, but just one.” You exhale softly, relaxing. “That was waaaaaay back, I’m talking 1942, 1943.”

“You didn’t tell me that.” Michael points out. “I would have remembered.”

“Would you?” You hold back your giggles, “does it maaaaaatter, Michael? Years and years ago, remember? It’s all water under the bridge now. He and I bumped into each other last night and—”

“Who is he?” Michael’s question comes out much more stern than even he anticipated to speak out as.

“Michael, baby,” you can’t help but almost feel a little thrilled at the sudden sight of Michael growing very jealous. “Come on.”

“He was a lawyer too?” If anything, Michael feels his blood run hot just asking the questions.

Although the relationship you and Arthur Kirkland had was over a decade ago before you and Michael even knew of one another, just the mention of another man loving you and being with you romantically stuns Michael with immense possessiveness.

“Mhmm. His name is Arthur Kirkland.” You decide to play along, knowing the most Michael will do is accompany you to Dartmouth reunions as your husband but nowhere near anything violent or ridiculous such as how your brother Lorenzo had Salvatore Romano killed.

An instant look of annoyance crosses over Michael’s face as he diverts his attention to his cigarette. “Two lawyers dating one another, huh? How did that happen?”

You get that it’s a rhetorical, sarcastic question but there’s no way you’re not answering it now. “We had more than enough in common and couldn’t stop bumping into each other outside of lectures and seminars, let alone in class.”

“Should have married him.” Michael mutters, blowing out smoke to his side.

“What’s that?” You lean in, giggling. “Is that…?” You kiss the tip of Michael’s nose, “jealousy?”

“You’re teasing me.” Michael rolls his eyes. “I am no such thing, I was merely curious.”

“Sure, sure.” You laugh softly, plopping back down on the patio swing and putting your feet up on Michael’s lap. “I saw how fast your mood changed the minute I mentioned it! So Michael Corleone can date cheerleaders but I’m the bad guy for dating Mr. Kirkland?”

“Not at all, I wouldn’t imply so.” Michael puts out his cigarette, not impressed at all whatsoever with the conversation. “Just that you saw him last night, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh,” you graze your tongue over your teeth as Michael begins to rub over your legs and thighs. “Of course he was there, we graduated together.”

“My absence aside, I’m sure the two rocks on your fingers told him you were happily married.” Michael gestures to your engagement ring and wedding band over your hands.

“Mhmm.” You giggle quietly. “Don’t worry, he knows. He congratulated me about it. It’s hard to miss, not like that jealousy of yours.”

“You can keep saying that word but it has no meaning to me.” Michael pulls you up onto his lap by your thighs. “All I know is that you’re mine, and I’m yours.”

“All I know,” you repeat after Michael, cupping his cheeks. “Is that you’re jealous.”

“Victoria—” Michael groans in annoyance.

“And sooooo sexy,” you tease, kissing him over the mouth. “Mmm, mwah. You’re mine now and forever,” you hold up Michael’s ring finger, waving his hand in his face. “Just as we promised each other eight years ago. No cheerleaders involved.”

“No ‘Arthur Kirkland’ involved.” Michael squeezes your thighs, looking at you expectantly.

“All gone and forgotten in the past, baby. You’re still jealous though,” you giggle quietly as you straddle Michael’s lap.

“Stop saying that word and just kiss me already.” Michael rolls his eyes again, leaning into you.

[nu11lar]

embla or abli !, she/her, 🇦🇱🇺🇲, nineteen, intp-t, leo, bisexual, pink enthusiast ໒ི . ̫ . ྀঌ‌

꒰ঌ 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 ໒꒱ rainy days, cats and kittens (bunnies also), every shade of pink, going to the beach/lakes, picnics, forehead kisses & headpats, meaningful praises, words of affirmations, constant reassurance, cold weathers, hot coacoa, sweet treats/candies, coco chanel and dior, soft leg warmers, snow, cuddling, make up, going shopping, sweet scented perfumes, getting my nails done, being spoiled or rather spoiling myself, relieving leon's stress ^3^, taking care of little babies ^^, helping people out !

꒰ঌ 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 ໒꒱ hot and sticky weathers, mosquito bites, hot dogs, loud and obnoxious noises, slow walkers, going down the escalator (makes me super uncomfortable for some reason), strong colognes/perfumes, chihuahuas, bitter stuff, raspberries, mean people in general, men/hj

꒰ঌ 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸 ໒꒱ former cheerleader captain (highschool trauma), huge bookworm, fuzzy socks enthusiast, college student, very shy in person ૮ ྀི◞ ˔ ◟ ྀིა, a little slow (jus a little!), airheaded bimbo who wears glasses :p

꒰ঌ 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝔂𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓲𝔁𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷(𝓼) ໒꒱ ran haitani (he makes me wanna rip my hair off good lord he is so fine i want him to snap me in half like a pretzel and just destory me in and out. like pls if he tells me to do smth i will do it right away without hesitation and i will do anything to make this man be happy. pls ran let me be ur toy🌹)

꒰ঌ 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬 ໒꒱ kali uchis, karol g, rosalia, the weeknd, doja cat, bad bunny, mitski, laufey, beabadoobee, tyler the creator, rhianna, drake, ice spice, sza, brent faiyaz, megan thee stallion, faye webster, damdamgugu, lamp, deftones, she loves revenge, cigarettes after sex, arctic monkeys, clario, marc demarco, partynextdoor, bryson tiller, and more !

[pransesdp]

surprised no one’s asked yet, but Sam Manson for the ask meme?🦇

Headcanon A:  realistic

She has a pet black cat named "Pumpkin", whom she found as an abandoned kitten one day while walking home from school. While the lil fuzzball isn't always the nicest to those like Danny or Tucker (or, really most people in general), Sam sees the kitty as her lil baby no matter what~

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

One time as a dare/joke, Sam decided to sign herself up for cheerleading not too dissimilar from when she signed up for that pageant in "Beauty Marked". Little did she know that she'd actually end up passing the try-outs with her agility/athletic skill... so cue her grumpy disposition for the next few football games she's stuck waving around pom-poms with Paulina & Star lol.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Way back in the day, little Sam actually used to get along pretty well with her mother Pamela (constantly spending time doing makeovers, hosing tea parties, taking part in ballet & beauty pageants, etc.). It was only when she became more independent-minded that Sam started to realize how... "controlling" her mother was, and how anything they bonded over was solely the things Pamela enjoyed, nothing Sam actually wanted to do...

Being the first time her daughter ever told her "no" to any of their activities caused a huge rift between Pamela and Sam from then on... only becoming more strained now that Sam's a goth (and thus Pam can't help trying to "recapture" old memories with pushing those girly dresses on her, oblivious to the fact that this was what drove Sam apart from her to begin with...).

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

While she and Danny come to terms with their feelings much like the end of the canon series, the two of them don't actually start to "date"-date for real until a little later in highschool (once the dust settles from ghost-fighting for them to have more free time together). In college the two of them would have a brief break from eachother so they can focus on 'finding' themselves better (as any young adult would at that age). By their later 20s they’ll be back together for good though ❤️

[iawesomesauce]

Looking for a sims story (?)

@ simblr okay this might sound a little odd but I’m looking for a very specific sims story that I remember almost perfectly but cannot for the life of me remember the blog name?

It’s a black widow challenge, to narrow it down, and warning for the long post ahead.

It starts of with this girl blowing bubblegum and smoking cigarettes in a diner (?) or something, and then she dresses up as a very blonde and very pink (?) cheerleader to make out with bad boys under a train (?) bridge

When she’s old enough, she runs away from her small town to the big city where she becomes a stripper. Something about her grandma comparing her to Marilyn Monroe and “You’re gonna be a star baby”. One day, she gets flowers from one of her clients and concludes one of the girls gave him her personal information

She becomes his sugar baby and then trophy wife (there’s a quote about something new (???), something old (her husband), something borrowed (the former’s wife’s wedding ring), something blue (her eyes)). Nancy Landgraab shows up as side character (she’s important later). She also has this photo shoot/set of photos where she’s dressed in sexy christmas clothes while the lyrics to santa baby are playing in the captions and she gets a white kitten. The sugar daddy also has a daughter the same age as her (this is also important later).

Our protagonist meets this quirky little writer man, a starving artist, and she “falls in love with him” (she’s a bit of a sociopath I think?). So she starts an affair with him and dyes her hair brown, which her current husband, the sugar daddy, doesn’t like. One evening, she and her sugar daddy husband get into a fight and she pushes him off the balcony (she laughs).

She moves in with her starving poet and becomes his manic pixie dream girl. They have a “vegas” wedding and she has big poofy hair and a short wedding dress. She’s almost happy? But then, the writer dies from pufferfish nigiri.

Nancy Landgraab contacts her and is like “Yeah, bad news, your new husband was intentionally poisoned by your former step-daughter cause you killed her dad. Good news, here’s the man she’s currently seeing.”

So our home girl steps up and easily seduces the boyfriend/lover/husband of her former step-daughter who is also a mafioso who likes piano.

Long story short, she sets him on fire, monologues to the pregnant former step-daughter in a graveyard (some symbolism about a queen ant vs a black widow spider). The she hooks up with the cop who answered her call about the fire.

Unfortunately, she gets pregnant, but doesn’t like playing house with him so she kills him and dyes her hair bright red and works in a diner to support her and her daughter. This is where she meets a musician. The daughter really likes the musician, sees him as her dad, but our protag doesn’t like him because he’s making her daughter harder to control and she still doesn’t like playing house. So she kills him of course.

She moves onto a politician by becoming his secretary and sleeping with him (idk if she homewrecks). There’s a monologue about how she and her daughter get security and he gets a family that makes him look good to his constituents.

Sometime later she finds out he’s been inappropriately touching her teenage daughter and poisons him.

When the daughter turns eighteen and graduates high school, they part with the mutual understanding that they most likely won’t see each other again. I think the daughter is going to college?

[twstchaos]

Original Character: The Princess

Introducing: The Princess!!

Technical Information

Name: Sumana Maeosarai

Japanese: スマナ・マエオサライ

Romaji: Sumana Maeosarai

Nickname(s): Su (Everyone), Marine Otter (Floyd), Mademoiselle Chanceuse (Rook)

Biographical Information

Gender: Female

Pronoun: She/Her

Age: 17

Birthday: August 8

Starsign: Leo

Height: 160cm

Eye Color: Sky Blue

Hair Color: Black

Homeland: Kingdom of Paithoon

Family: Queen Xiulan (秀蘭) (Mother), King Bhumibol (Father), Meihui (美慧) (Twin Sister), Xiaoting (晓婷) (Younger Sister)

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Professional Status

Dorm: Pomefiore

School Year: Second

Class: 2-B (No. 18)

Occupation: Student, Crown Princess of Paithoon

Club: Cheerleading Club

Best Subject: Astrology

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Fun Facts

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Milk Tea

Least Favorite Food: Avocado (/Mild Allergy)

Dislikes: Loud Noises

Hobby: Baking

Talents: Playing the Guzheng

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Appearance:

Sumana has dark brown, long hair kept loose down her back, peeking out the top of her head is a pair of cat ears. Her bangs are bluntly cut into a fringe. She has sky blue eyes with slitted pupils reminiscent of a feline.

Sumana wears the standard Night Raven Academy female uniform for Pomefiore students consisting of the black blazer over her purple vest lined with gold-colored trim, a short skirt with white thigh high socks, with a black and white striped bowtie. On her arm sits the Pomefiore emblem. Her Pomefiore dormitory uniform includes the standard knee-length violet robe, black button-up shirt, black leggings, and black and gold heeled boots. The long sleeves of her robes do not have the shoulder slit, staying as one piece. Wrapped around her waist, she has a black belt tied with another strip of red fabric in the middle.

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Personality:

A far cry from her twin sister, Sumana is a very motherly type of person, caring for those around her openly. However, because of her caring and protective nature, she worries more about others than herself. For some reason, she cannot resist the lure of chasing after a bird, even to the point of tackling another student if a bird were to land on them coughvincecough. Since she is the crown princess of Paithoon, she does not really have any idea of what she wants to do in the future.

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Background: 

Sumana and her twin sister, Meihui, were born to the king and queen of Paithoon, a kingdom of feline beastfolk in the East. As the second born daughter, Sumana was never met with the struggles and worries of having to one day rule the kingdom. Together, the twins grew up in the inner court, spoiled and pampered, especially Sumama. At the age of fifteen–a year before they would attend Night Raven College, Queen Xiulan gave birth to their younger sister, Xiaoting. She did not like her baby sister, huffing at the thought that she was no longer the baby of the family. However, once the newly born Xiaoting wrapped her tiny hand around Sumana’s finger, the older sister fell in love with the baby, wanting to care for her little sister. Thus, her “mom-friend” traits were born. 

Upon enrolling into Night Raven College, both of the twins were placed into Pomefiore. During their first year at the school, Sumana was involved in a fight, roping in her sister, with another student from Pomefiore which resulted in that student getting expelled from the school and ending up in Royal Sword Academy. Throughout her time at Night Raven College, Sumana has collected a handful of younger students that she affectionately refers to as her “kittens”.

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Abilities and Unique Magic:

Because of her feline heritage, Sumana is naturally very flexible and quick on her feet. 

Sumana’s Unique Magic is called “If You Please”. Her signature spell allows her to cause an immense amount of good luck to happen to whomever she wills it to, a blessing of sorts. The effects of the magic lasts for a single day, but she can use it on any number of people any number of times…if she remembers to reset the luck. Because of how powerful her unique magic is, she accumulates blot rapidly, deterring her from constantly using it.

Incantation: "You said yes to me, so blessed you shall be. If You Please."

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She is twisted from Si and Am from Disney’s Lady and the Tramp

and Princess Su from Disney’s Mulan II.

(Su gif credit goes to @tianasweets)

More information will come out in the future~

[darlingrini]

A follow-up to that Info ask, Can I get some info on both Teddy and Kitty, please?

Kathryn "Kitten" Gauthier is a entire package. Prom Queen, College Cheerleader, and the daughter of a prestigous rich family. She is a popular girl through and through, always with a sweet smile and sweet attitude. A perfectionist with a talent for athletics she always is there to lend a helping hand ESPECIALLY if you are the target of her affections. When you are her darling precious love of her life she will do ANYTHING for you. No matter WHAT. Dedicated and loyal she is a ride or die kind of girl who requires a constant need of affection and attention. She's the cute trophy girlfriend you can have on your arm and always will be your #1 Fan and Hype girl. Sadly however behind the facade of her sweet perfect persona is a mirror thats been cracking for over a decade. With extremely strict parents and being raised into the image of perfection Kittens always had a hard time growing up with her family. And with the pressures of highschool and her need for a true connection has led her to latch easily onto the ideal of a fantasy "true love". She's already had three ex's and all three have had disapeared in different ways. Eventually leading to the tragic death of her parents right after winning Prom Queen.

Currently she is your classmate in College, one of the head cheerleaders of the schools cheer squad and is on a veternarian course. As she of course by her name implys absolutely loves cat and cat themed items. Owning two cats herself named Dorothy (White cat) and Toto (Grey cat). The only thing she could possibly love more than you is her two cats. And anyone who messes with you or her cats will be forced into a destroyed social life and slow agonizing torture. She often doesn't prefer to get her hands dirty preferring to deal with her problems with words and the use of other people. However it doesn't mean she won't snap and be bringing her own knife to the party either. While not the strongest she is extremely quick and agile which she uses very much to her benefit. She will absolutely spoil you rotten with sweet words and sweet gifts and is very much the personal space invader type.

Teddy Bauto is a very sweet man, a orphan at birth he was raised by his very kind grandparents. And he is your local pizza delivery boy for a small hometown shop ran by a friend of his grandpas who he calls Uncle. Teddy is a whopping 6'4" and a very soft spoken man despite his size. At least to you. The man can barely mutter a single sentence to you 90% of the time as you make him absolutely nervous and heart racing. However he seems to be the only delivery boy anytime you order from the shop as if the man never gets a day off! Teddy is a fan of musicals and disney movies and his ideal date with you would be to take you to one of those things and to have a chill sweet time where you can both laugh and sing together. He's not a fan of crowds and often seems to get lost in thought and sidetracked. While he seems like a big loveable goof on the outside inside he's suffering due to a supernatural parasite residing in his mind. A parasite that latched onto him as a young boy and essentially lives in a part of his brain coming out like a second personality. The parasite has taken to the name Ted and in apperance seems to look like a rubberhose cartoon version of Teddy. While Teddy himself is very kind hearted, Ted is the opposite often driving Teddy to make bad decisions and fueling the bubbling anger hidden underneath. Often antagonistic and bullying Teddy when he can in any situation. In higshchool guiding Teddy down the wrong path by becoming a thug in a bully gang. Only to inevitably snap on the leader sending him to the hospital and Teddy himself sent to Juvie in his final years thus not graduating school. While Teddy could finish school he seems unsure to and doesn't find himself good enough to go back. Let alone good enough for you.

But that doesn't stop Teddys obsessive personality, the strong desire to be loved and to see you easily overwriting his worries about being good enough or how wrong it is to beat up others who harass you. How mean it is to bully the other delivery drivers to give your address up on any order. To stalk you quietly when he has his days off. He knows its wrong, and often will feel extremely guilty for his behavior. But with the help of Ted he keeps on going and hopes one day to get the courage to properly talk to you. To earn your love. He is a lover who appreciates quality time spent together and honesty in a relationship. He's also a Grade A snuggler~

[wherethegravelsthin]

more whining about my mom under the cut you've been warned

she's NUTS she's INSANE its like she lives on a different plane of fucking reality than I do. I think in my last post on this particular topic I mentioned how she has this Thing of telling me when I'm at my lowest, like, nuclear reactor meltdown lowest, that "I can't help you because I've spent my whole life trying to help you and nothing has worked so I give up because I can't help you".

Which is like.... I mean it's cruel. I go through every day feeling like.... like I'm just gonna be another statistic. Like I'll just be another percentage of bpd suicides at the end of my life and that's all I'll have for myself and -- I don't want that! I really don't. I wanna visit places and move out of this shitty fucking city that I've been stuck in and around my whole entire life, I wanna get a job I like that doesn't absolutely murder my back by the time I'm done with my shift, I would like to go back to college eventually even if I don't know how right now, I wanna adopt kittens, I want to feel... like I can create something or make something of myself and I don't feel like that when Elaine says that to me, y'know? I feel like a... waste of a daughter.

So to bring this full circle I've been trying to do some reading on BPD more and how it works and maybe there's an aspect of DBT that could help me because I always wind up getting told "radical acceptance" right off the bat and I am just, not at that point yet, at this point in my life radical acceptance makes me Angry, I don't want to accept that my life has been shit and there's nothing I can do about it, okay. So I come across a couple articles saying the same thing, that apparently for a patient with bpd, encouragement is invaluable. There's a term Marsha Linehan coined, "cheerleading", pointing out a person's strength as opposed to their shortcomings and celebrating the achievements they have made as opposed to where they've fallen short etc.....

So I'm on a phone call with my mom yesterday and I'm trying very gently to explain the concept of "cheerleading" to my mom and she goes, I shit you not. She has the audacity to say to me, "Mara, when have I ever not supported you?"

I don't know what to do anymore I feel like I'm losing my mind. Part of me feels like my eyes are opening and noticing a pattern of behavior for the first time and the other half of me feels like everything is firmly and finally coming undone for the last time. How can my mom claim to have always supported me when... I have all these memories of her casting me away, and getting angry with me, and giving me the silent treatment when things weren't going the way she wanted them to. How can this woman say the phrase "I can't help you, I've tried all your life to help you and I realize I just can't anymore because there's nothing I can do to help you" and then go "When have I ever not supported you" in the same week?

[edvardsen87edvardsen]

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[guerra77campos]

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[totallyrhettro]

Imagine Rhett and Link didn’t go to the same college, but met outside of school. Eventually Rhett suggests that they meet up but the day he picks Link says ‘I can’t, there’s a football game that day...’ So, Rhett thinks Link is a sexy football player and is very into that idea. 

On the day in question, Rhett decides to surprise Link at the game (plus he wants to see him play) but when he gets there he finds out Link isn’t a football player but a male cheerleader. At first he’s shocked but then he realizes, Link is very sexy as a cheerleader, what with the big muscles and tight uniform...

[aaronhotchstuff]

hhh, what can you tell me abt cat?

ADJSHDK THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!! (also i am still working on ur ask about maddox and hazel afwkaha sorry for the wait!!)

cat is one of my new buffy the vampire slayer ocs and she’s paired with spike!

she’s a popular girl, cheerleader captain, has intense beef with cordelia although she’s really the one person she can relate to at times

she’s a year older than buffy and the gang but she got held up with their batch as consequences of her actions

what it is, i’m not entirely sure yet, but it probably has something to do with her helping out her friends and taking the blame for them and stuff

i don’t really have that much on her, but i’d say she’s a lot like caroline forbes!!

she’s gabby’s closet key (another oc paired with buffy) but she never really knew until she nonchalantly mentioned it later, and they’re still best friends

her fic will probably start in s4, but she’s had a lot of interactions with spike, and probably got kidnapped by him in the prior seasons at some point lol

oh and their relationship is a lot like xander and cordelia tbh KSJSKSJ

a lot of bickering and shouting, but all the while they’re holding hands or holding each other’s waist and it just always ends with them in bed 💀

she has commitment issues, i think, so she slept around with boys during high school, and although said issues didn’t just go away when she graduates, she doesn’t exactly do the same!

her parents divorced right around graduation and her dad left money for her but not her mom, so she decided to help her out instead of going to college

so she’s pretty much in between jobs but she still finds herself occupied with spike now and again lmao

also she’ll probably offer for him to stay at her place since he’s a harmless bunny and all lol but he has to pay rent too

i have this unnamed giles oc but she and giles will most likely be a mother and father figure for her!! cause her own never really cared about her much

it’s probably why she seeks attention and is just high maintenance in general

idk yet what she contributes with the gang, probably nothing super important but she’s always there for them and helps them out when they need it

also her name is literally just cause i’m obsessed with spike saying kitty or kitten throughout the show GAKDHAKA and the “pet” one would just be both an endearment and teasing AKSJSKDSK

pinterest board & character tag

her fc is sophia bush <3