#//oh yeah i didnt explain anything when i went to bed

[lieblxng]

dimensional-duo

“WH-WHA?!!?” The poor jester was caught off guard, unable to react in time to avoid being yoinked through the wall. How did this man find him?!!? He doesn’t know how to teleport! …or does he?

[ Squishing his face like the jester really was a plushie of some kind, he was satisfied after a few good squeaks for some reason and let go. ] “Yep, you’re Dimentio! I’m here for several reasons: one, I’m lost and I don’t know where to go, Arceus help me get back home,” [ he said that first bit under his breath, embarrassed to even mention it. ] “and two, is it true? I heard you haven’t had a Champion Time yet!" [ Leon tried to smile simply at the magician like nothing was wrong. ] "Huh, why don’t I fix that for you…?”

[1for5]

yes im changing

paige bueckers x reader

(paige x uconn psychology student!reader)

masterlist

synopsis: with y/n being in a new environment, still facing rejection, how can she bounce back?

chapter 3

oh no it is. aubrey’s new roommate is the girl paige.. you know..

“oh hey” y/n said awkwardly. “hi! im aubrey, im sorry about earlier..” aubrey replied and apologized. “oh no it’s okay, i just got hurt and im already so tired from today” y/n gave her a comforting smile.

after about an hour, getting unready, aubrey and y/n meet again in the living room. both of them cant sleep, both from excitement to start a new year. they got to learn more about each other other, and they started to feel less awkward.

“oh yeah i know the girl you were with earlier, we see her often, i think shes the daughter of coach’s friend” aubrey mentioned peyton. “ah yeah she told me! shes also freshman in psychology with me” y/n replied. “thats cool! she can bring you to our games and support us huskies!” aubrey said.

“we will see, since i just really focus on my academics this year. plan to get high grades and transfer to stanford. got rejected but its my ultimate dream” y/n sighed. she then talked about stanford more and her father. aubrey comforted her, saying “im so sorry, im always here for you! reach for that goal, im sure your father is proud of you. but in the meantime, dont worry, uconns got you!”

the two got sleepy and head off to bed. y/n felt happy as she felt more relieved with choosing uconn. she closed her eyes, getting rest for the next day.

next day; first day of actual school

“you guys will make your own research, anything about psychology, i want to see your passion and skills. research has to be done by the end of the semester, but we will have working sessions mixed with the lectures so i know you guys have progress.” the professor said.

it was y/n’s first class, and she got bombed with this? i mean yeah, she could do it, but it just suprised her as it was the first thing her professor said. and plus, what topic could she even work on?

after classes, peyton invited y/n to watch basketball training with her. y/n insisted but peyton really wanted to watch her “crush.” y/n nodded her head, and just thought that she could use her laptop, thinking about what her research should be about.

when they went into the court, aubrey saw y/n and waved at her, paige and the others looking confused, but y/n just shrugged it off and heard aubrey explaining to her team that they are roommates. on the other hand, peyton was getting excited and pointed at azzi. “she is sooooo pretty. ive been crushing on her ever since my dad bought me to their game. she’s a sophomore” peyton exclaimed. y/n teased her for a bit, and then she pulled out her laptop.

she didnt know what topic to use, and when she heard the basketball team talk about their homework, she got an idea.

a comparative research on the academic resilience of students and student-athletes in the university of connecticut.

[aphroditeinthesea]

can you do a solangelo fic please? where maybe will comforts nico after a nightmare?? (just a prompt if you wanna do anything else that’s great too I just want solangelo) thank you!

“ hold on to this lullaby ”

nico di angelo x will solace 💀☀️

will finds comfort after a nightmare

i haven’t read trials of apollo or the sun and the star so i hope this makes sense??? also i added a little twist to the original prompt

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Last thing Will knew was that he had said goodnight to Nico and made his way into cabin 7. So he couldn't figure out why he was now in an overly crowded infirmary. Every bed was filled with a dying patient and whenever he healed one, another appeared in the same bed. It was just endless work and nothing and no one was improving.

He went into a full panic when he saw an all too familiar face in the bed. Lying there half dead was Nico Di Angelo. He was freaking trying to cut bandages but found that he just couldnt get his hands to even move. In fact, his entire body wasn't moving, he had to stya completely still and watch his boyfriend slowly die in front of him.

“No, no, no!” he exclaimed as he saw one last breath come out of the boy. His felt his voision get hazy until he was lying on the floor, completely shell shocked.

But now, he was sitting in his bed in his cabin. He looked around at the darkness surrounding him in the night. He let out a deep sigh, knowing that everything had just been a dream. But he still couldn't shake the fear he felt as he remembered the last part of the dream. Nico. How was he meant to get back to sleep after what he had witnessed? Witnessed being used lightly. After all, he had to remind himself that it was just a dream. But what if it meant something?

It wasn’t often that Will found himself so uneasy about something like this, even when he did have nightmares, it wasn't too hard for him to fall back to sleep. He didnt know why now was different. He could only decide on one reason.

He soon found himself sneaking out of his cabin. He quietly closed to door behind him and walked on the dewey grass to cabin 13. He couldn't tell what time it was as the sky was still dark and stars were up. He assumed it must have been at least three in the morning. -

He finally reached the cabin, stepping inside softly, trying not to wake up Nico.

“Will?” He heard whispered.

He froze and shut the door, “hi.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he spoke. He began moving to now be sitting at the end of the bed, “just had a nightmare.”

Nico made room next to him for Will to lie down. He laid his head on Nico’s chest, feeling the comfort of the sound of his heartbeat. It was the same routine they always went through. Although, normally the roles were reversed. Everyone knew how often the son of Hades had nightmares. No one batted an eye when Will would be missing from cabin 7, or even at times when Nico would wake up in Will’s bed.

He wrapped his arms around the blond, “do you wanna talk about it?”

He hesitated, “yeah, I, uhm, I was in the infirmary,” he breathed. He explained the rest of the dream. The neverending patients, the way his hands froze, and the death.

“Oh,” Nico sighed. He combed his fingers through Will’s hair, not knowing what else to say.

Will understood, letting himself close his eyes. His mind and anxieties had finally cleared. His breathing steadied and he spoke again, “it was the last part that got to me the most.”

“Really?”

He breathed out a laugh, “yeah, Neeks,” he paused, “there was nothing I could do, and I just had to…” he couldn't finish as the images flashed through his mind.

“I get it,” Nico whispered. He pulled Will closer to him, “love you, tesoro.”

The son of Apollo felt himself begin to drift off, “love you, too.”

[pinpurin]

STU(DATING)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pavitr prabhakar

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ when ur studying with pav then 10 minutes later your lips are on his

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ this was requested by @fish-eat-fish

“My brain is liquifying send help” you texted your best friend. “LMFAO I’ll be over soon” pavitr responded almost immediately.

You squealed and kicked your feet knowing damn well you didn’t need help and you just wanted to see him without being weird about it.

You immedieatly stood up and observed your room, even though you guys have been friends for a while you still felt the need to impress him.

You walked around your room kicking dirty clothes underneath your bed and hiding wrappers in your drawers, After that you took out your textbooks and homework out on your desk. A couple of minutes later you heard the doorbell ring.

Flying down the stair and opening the door you were met with a shocked Pavitr. "How did you open the door so fast" he chuckled "You couldnt wait for me to get here huh" He smirked as he walked in kicking his shoes off.

“Pffft as if" you rolled your eyes biting back a smile. "Hey mama we're gonna study in my room" you said to your mom who was in the kitchen. "Thats fine, remeber door stays OPEN" she called out to you "Yeah yeah” you replied annoyed

you dragged Pav up to your room. He couldnt help but smile as his hand tingled at where you grabbed him. "Okay so what exactly did you need help with?" he asked taking his books out of his bag once you both reached your room.

What he had said went in one ear and out the other. All you could do is admire him, from his hair to his body everything was perfect, Even his personality.

You remember the first day you guys met and he was on your ass about naan bread, after his rambling you had asked him about his hair, and when he insisted he didnt put anything in there you argued with him about gatekeeping.

“Ummm are you okay?" Pav asked waving his hand in your face. "UHM ye-yeah what did you ask?" He chuckled lightly at you and you felt your heart thump faster inside your body as heat rose to your face.

“I asked what you needed help with" he smiled at you. "oh right its uh over here" you muttered pointing over to your desk while walking over to it.

You pulled put your seat and sat down, right when you were about to offer to find a seat for pav you felt his body press behind you back.

You stiffened up at the sudden contact. "Okay so heres how you do it.." Pav told you, his face leaning closer down your ear. You couldnt even focus with the small space you had between each other.

You look up lighly and see your pencil in his hand while he is explaining in great detail to a problem that you dont car aboout. There was no way he wasnt doing this on purpose.

Best friends arent usually this close, but this could be your sign that there was something more between you two. Or your brain could be against you and feeding into your delusions.

“Okay thats how you solve the problem, do you understand now?" he asked looking down at you. All you could do is stare into his brown eyes in admiration. After what feels like hours of staring you finally broke the silence with a question.

“Can i kiss you?" you asked him quietly. He looked shocked before slowly giving a small nod. you leaned in with him closing the gap in between you two.

As your lips connected you felt your heart pick up and your body geting hotter, not knowing that he felt the exact same way. As you both pulled away for air reality crept up on you as you had realized what you had just did.

You immediately covered your face with your hands in embarssment, slightly scooching your chair further from him. Once again your heard that adorable chuckle before his hands pulled yours away from your face.

"Did you invite me over so you could woo me?" he asked teasingly. “I've never felt so honored"

“oh shut up"

ANDDDD SCENE, it’s 2 in the fucking morning and I have to work at 12:30 but oh well, we are SLOWLY but SURELY getting request done 💪🏽. Anyways I’m currently listening to sorrows by Bryson tiller incase anyone cares.

[xoxotaylynn]

let em' know

two years ago

I already got someone, is what you tell 'em every time That shit ain't up for grabs

I hated parties. but I only came because it was my friends graduation party. she was a year younger than me.

I was sitting around I didnt really talk to these people since they were in a different grade then me and I had already graduated. a random guy came up to me and started flirting with me.

"sorry im already seeing someone" I tell the kid. he looks defeated and walks away

4 months ago

"Chris I cant do this anymore!-" I shouted over the phone "either you're all in or all out!"

"why do you wanna talk to other guys?" he questions

"because Chris. Im twenty I wanna live my life a little" I respond

"you are living. you don't need a random guy to live your life." he argues

"but I need you?" I argue back

"ye-" he starts

"Chris either you're all in or all out. i'm not some toy you can play with. and im not gonna wait for you to come to Boston every time." I tell him

he hesitates "You said this shit would happen..."

I scoff "wow. fuck you Chris! you'll never find no one like me!" I hang up the phone

a few minutes later Nick calls me

"do you know why chris is acting like a bitch right now? hes being really disrespectful to me and Matt but won't say why" nick asks me

"I told him that im not gonna hookup with him anymore.." I tell Nick

"what? why?" nick asks. his brothers found out senior year when they read some messages on Chris' phone one day.

"because even though we arent exclusive he gets mad when I talk to other guys or do anything with a guy but won't let us be exclusive so im done he made the decision to be all out." I explain to Nick

"sounds like chris..sorry he's an asshole" I can hear him frowning

"its alright I'll live" I tell him

present day

"Nick guess what?!" I practically yell when he answers the phone

what??!! are you okay?" he asks worried

"im great! the date I went on? he was SO sweet!! and for the past few weeks we've been talking and I think he might ask me out soon!!" I excitedly tell Nick

"O.M.G thats amazing!! you go girl!!" he cheers me on

we talk for a few more minutes before he lets me go because he had to edit the triplets YouTube video

NICK POV

Chris walks into my room "who were you talking just now?" he asks

"oh just y/n, why?" I ask curiously

"because you were being loud as fuck" he pauses "what'd she say..?"

"umm nothing.." i avoid his eyes

"seemed exciting you were really loud" he pushed for an answer

"she's just been talk to this guy..things are going good.." I mumble

"how good?" he asks

"she thinks he's gonna ask her out soon.." I say quietly

"oh." i can tell he's jealous. probably mad too

he walks out without saying anything else

CHRIS POV

I was LIVID. how could she talk to another guy? like she's mine. well technically not but she is. before I could realize what I was doing I had booked a flight back to Boston for the next day. I pack a bag and the very next day I get an uber to the airport without telling anyone.

MATT POV

it was currently 10am and Chris still hasn't woken up, now thats not unusual for him but he wanted to go to the store today so I told him to be up and ready by 9:30am if he wants me to take him.

"Chris! wake up! its 10am!" I shout through his door. no response I roll my eyes and walk in. he's not in his bed? "Chris you in your bathroom?" I ask I look towards the bathroom but the doors wide open..where the fuck is Chris?

"nick!" I yell

"yeah?" he says as he walks into Chris' room "where's Chris?"

"I was gonna ask you that.."

"so neither of us know where Chris is?" he asks

"check find my iPhone for his location" I tell Nick. he does and gasps "what? where is he?" I ask

"in Boston.." Nick mutters

"what why?" I was VERY confused

"um y/n...is getting serious with this guy..Chris found out.." he mutters

"i'm gonna kill Chris. all this over a girl? like I love y/n we've known her for like ever but only Chris would do this dumb ass shit" I roll m eyes

"I know..i'm gonna call him.." nick walks to the living room

NICK POV

I call Chris and he answers "where the fuck are you?" I ask

"Boston." he replies

"why?" I push

"you know why." he sounds pissed

"she doesn't wanna talk to you." I tell him

"I don't fucking care." he has an attitude

"you don't need to have an attitude with me i'm trying to help" I tell him

"i'm sorry- I just..I cant lose her.." his voice softens

'go get your girl back.."

"I will" he pauses "I'll keep you updated"

"please do..and next time you chase after a girl let us know" I say mostly joking

"there wont be a next time.." Chris tells me

"why is that?" I ask

"because I only want her. no one else"

"Chris if you don't go to her house right now i'm flying to Boston and punching you" I warn him

"alright i'm going bye nick"

"bye Chris be safe" I hang up the phone

CHRIS POV

I uber to her apartment and I was freaking out the entire time. what if she doesn't listen to me? what if this is a waste of my time? what if she doesn't want me back? the uber arrives at her apartment and I get out my hands were sweating I wipe them on my jeans and walk into the apartment building and walk towards her door. I take a deep breath then knock. a minute or two later she answers the door her eyes widen "Chris.." she mutters "what are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you." I tell her

"why?" she asks

"you're talking to another guy?" I ask

"yeah.." she mumbles

"y/n.." I start

"no Chris you made your decision so i'm moving on"

"fuck my decision" I respond immediately

"you can't do this Chris. you cant try to rope me back in the second I move on"

"please y/n..I want all in.." I mutter

"Chris.."

"please" I frown

"promise me you're all in"

"I promise. I'm coming back for good, so let him know you're mine" I tell her

"so you're my boyfriend now?" she asks

"yes" I smile "and you're my girlfriend"

"good" she smiles

"can I kiss you?" I ask

"since when did you ask to kiss me"

"since I wanna do things right this time"

"you can kiss me" I lean in and kiss her. it starts off slow, it was magical.

"god I missed kissing you" I mumble against her lips

"shut up and keep kissing me" and I do, I could kiss her for hours. her lips felt like they molded perfectly against mine. and just like that I got the girl.

tays comments: HI GUYSS so I actually hate this but I wanted to post an actual story for y'all since its been a fat ass minute but I hope you like this one sorry theres no smut I felt like writing a little angst and fluff instead anywho I LOVE YOU GUYS ENJOY BYEEE

[oddogoblino]

So I just had a dream where, essentially, trying to find an artist's art tag for what I bought a sticker of sent me into a strange world where the people there thought they were dogs.

Dream rambling under cut

Like, I was looking for some sticker the artist drew because, in the dream, a friend asked what I'd bought from them so i looked for it because i didnt remember, and suddenly I was in a field and had no clue where I was.

And this short girl with curly hair and her taller best friend with straight hair ended up talking to me and leading me around, asking what kind of dog I was because i didnt look familiar nor like everyone else. The curly haired girl was a chihuahua and the straight haired girl was I think a German shepherd. "Everyone's a dog here!" The chihuahua girl was named Chelsie and the German shepherd girl was named Alana.

They were still very excited, confused, and welcoming to me as they showed me around. They dressed and looked like people but just weren't 100% human looking for some reason. They didn't have like- dog ears or anything, they looked human but like- not- entirely??? I think it was their hands, their hands looked like paws somewhat with fur and claws for nails and darker skin on their palms.

And I'm just wandering around trying to get used to this small town of sorts that they set up in an abandoned amusement park, mainly just walking around, and I meet two other dogs. A tall (compared to me..), muscular man with blonde, messy hair and his unwilling roommate(?) who was an older man with black , graying, cleanly styled hair. I think they were implied to be a golden retriever and a i'll assume a chocolate Labrador given how I remember his hair looking. I think their names were Alex and Ricko.

The blonde man just asks inappropriate questions upon being met, so I ran off to avoid him, and he later sulked and asked his friend why he "can't get bitches like you can" (which is really funny to me-) and the older guy reminisces about when he was younger and was the heartthrob of the town. He was a musician & singer too. He was implied to still have incredible pull but he didn't feel he was as handsome or anything as he once was.

The dream moved on to me with the girls and we're chatting and Chelsie accidentally spilt her friend's snacks on the bed so we were just awkwardly there as Alana began to vacuum them up, the other having left bc she didn't like the noise and me trying to nervously pick out some of the chips(?) that were missed. I remember Alana ended up talking to me about "knowing I don't really seemed to care for them" and how she'd kinda felt I was looking down on them for being dogs after we'd spent the day hanging out & them hunting animals with me tagging along. It was such an awkward moment in the dream, because how do you explain you just haven't figured out how/processed you ended up here to begin with? But we'd talked it out and got on better terms. I went to my new home or sorts after saying goodbye since it was late out.

My home was like- an abandoned apartment that I was given the uh...honor ...ig of fixing up so I could comfortably live there. A gang of dog people ended up hearing about me though and kept trying to break in the next morning while I was away to "see what kind of person I was". They used a literal actual cat to try and sneak them in because they hoped it'd unlock the doors for them or show them another way of how to get in. Cat refused and instead messed with them. Tho I remember I had subtle cat imagery in my room along with things from fandoms i like, which might've indicated I was/was becoming a literal cat person paired with the girl thinking I was looking down on them when I wasn't.

I think the dream ended with me walking back home, not knowing there was a gang of dogs trying to get into my apartment.

So yeah I had a weird dream, just wanted to type it down before I forgot.

Oh also, everything about the world I'd seen looked kinda abandoned. The dogs lived in abandoned houses that clearly had been human houses before, there were broken cars that were rusty and not used for years, grass was overgrowing in places it didn't before, the night was pitch black if not for all the stars and moon lighting the place, the amusement/Waterpark stuff the people I found lived in were all unused and moldy/rusty. They figured out how to make foods I knew of because well- recipes n such they found around. They had farms and such for all of this. Never once saw chocolate or grapes around any food I'd see in the dreams though.

[snaillamp]

Fuck appendixes pt. 2

��His appendix ruptured. One of the worst cases I’ve ever seen. He’s lucky you got him in when you did.” Dr Mathieson explained to a stunned Matthew, who sat numb in the visitors area. “He came to right before he went under, freaked out. Anything I should know?” Matthew ran his hand through his hair, looking stressed and tired.

“Uh, he doesn’t do great in hospitals. He hasn’t had great experiences in them.” Dr Mathieson frowned at the round about answer. His mind flicked to the scar stretching down the man’s face. “Okay, well he should be fine, but he’s gonna feel like hell for a few days.” He walked away, thinking about the man he had just operated on, the strange scars on his body. The guy who had brought him in wasn’t telling him everything.

Matthew nodded, his mind scattered. Gunnar returned, handing him a packet of chips from the vending machine. “You good?” Matthew nodded, “Yeah, just, that was scary…” He stared at his hands holding the bag of chips, unable to open it.

“I wanna be there when he comes around, just to make sure he’s okay. He gets nervous in hospitals, hates everything about them. Hell, it even took him a while to warm up to my wife when he found out she was a nurse. I think he will need a friendly face in his corner, you know.”

Matthew chuckled, remembering the awkward first meeting, where Enjar had basically sat silently, letting Charlotte talk the entire time, nodding and humming along with her conversation points. Now, they were as thick as thieves, working together to prank Matthew and organise surprises for him, but Matthew had noticed there was always something between Enjar and Charlotte. He was still tense around her, he was just good at hiding it, perhaps shoving it down.

Gunnar frowned at Matthew’s stress. “Oh, come on sir. I’m sure he’ll be fine. Let him sleep it off and he’ll be back at the lighthouse in no time.” He looked up at his boss’ stress ridden face. A nurse came over to them, informing them that Enjar was being taken to his room if they would like to follow. Matthew nodded. “Gunnar, you should go back to work. I’ll take it from here.” The younger man nodded, looking grim, before. Placing a hand on Matthew’s shoulder. “He’s gonna be okay, you know that right?” Matthew wished he could know for sure.

One thing he did know, was the Enjar was going to be miserable for the next few days and that it might even get scary.

~

Matthew walked into the room where his friend was hooked up to machines. There was an IV in his right elbow, a nasal prongs on his face and he had been changed into a patient gown. His old clothes were folded neatly beside the bed, ready for him to wake.

Matthew sighed, taking a seat by the bed and waiting for him to wake up. It took about an hour for Enjar to start coming around. Matthew was dozing in the chair when Enjar had quietly groaned, turning his head a little. Looking up, Matthew smiled as Enjar opened his eyes slowly, groggily looking around the room, before he sighed and lay back against the pillow behind his head. He lay there, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, eyes distant. Matthew leaned forward, whispering very quietly.

“Hey, Enjar.”

Enjar didnt seem to react, he just lay there, still and staring. Matthew reached over, grabbing Enjar’s hand and making him jerk. “Sorry, sorry.” Matthew whispered, watching Enjar’s nervous eyes dart around the room. “I didn’t mean to scare you. You okay?” He held Enjar’s hand in his own, it was ice cold. Enjar moaned slightly, looking at him with distant eyes. He moaned again, turning his head away from Matthew and closing his eyes. “Do you want anything?” Matthew asked. Enjar groaned, sounding slightly annoyed and shook his head.

“Okay, okay. Let me know if you need anything.” Enjar turned his head to face Matthew, looking glum. “Yeah… I need to leave…” He tried to roll over, but clutched his stomach in pain, groaning in agony. “Take it easy, En. Your appendix burst, they had to do emergency surgery. You’ll be a little beat up for a -”

“Wait… What?” Enjar mumbled. “Stop talking so fast…” His words slurred as his eyes slid shut. “What did they do to me?” He whispered. Matthew leaned forward, holding the cold hand tighter.

“Your appendix burst, Enjar.”

“My what…?”

“Your appendix.” Matthew said a little slower and louder.

“Oh…” Enjar exhaled deeply as he fell into a deep sleep. Matthew knew there wasn’t gonna be much point staying around. He was tired and he had a shift in a few hours anyway, he needed sleep as much as Enjar did.

~

Enjar had awoken from the surgery feeling strange. It felt like he was looking at the world through someone else’s eyes. He lay there trying to figure out what was happening, where he was and why he felt so weird. Suddenly something had grabbed him, scaring the shit out of him. He realised there was something on his face and it was uncomfortable, but he couldn’t move his arms to get it off. Matthew's voice was talking about something and the sound of his voice made his head hurt.

He moaned, looking at him and it dawned on Enjar that he was lying in a hospital bed, his least favourite place in the world. Matthew asked if he needed anything, but all he needed was to leave this damn hospital and the tubes attached to him and the cannula in his elbow… He hated elbow cannulas, that’s where they put it after what happened… the day his team…

“Yeah… I need to leave…”

Matthew was still holding his hand. It was nice and warm on his own that was cold. Enjar could feel the chilled IV fluid coursing through his arm and the sensation made him want to throw up. He tried to get comfier, maybe he could sleep through the worst of it, he was already getting tired. As he moved, a heavy, dull pain ripped through his abdomen, making him groan in agony.

‘I hate this… I hate this… I just want to go home…’ His mind circled through the same thoughts over and over again.

Matthew was talking again, but it was so fast, he couldn’t understand what he was saying. It felt like his skull had been filled with sand. He couldn’t understand the humming of Matthew’s voice and it was making everything worse. “Stop talking so fast…” He begged, his vision slowly going blurry as his eyes began sliding shut. He felt strange, “What did they do to me?” He whispered breathlessly, hearing something reply, saying something about his something… “My what…”

“Your appendix.” Enjar’s mind recognised those words, half registering what they meant. “Oh…” He mumbled, before the blackness enveloped him completely.

~

Nurse Hansen peeked around the door, looking at the man slumped in the bed. He was curled into himself, his right arm sticking out uncomfortably from under a blanket, a large IV lodged in the crook of his elbow. His shoulders rose and fell slowly as he drew in sleepy breaths. She felt bad, he hadn’t slept well the night of his admission, twitching and moaning the whole night, delirious. That morning he had finally passed out, his shaking sobs that he was quietly trying to hold in beginning to fade.

Her shoe squeaked on the linoleum, causing the man to jerk as he roused. He yelped as he bent his right arm, forgetting the IV inside it. “Hey, Mr Nielson? It’s Nurse Hansen, I’m here to give you your medication.” Her voice was nervous, the man scared her, he looked scary. He groaned, rolling onto his back and clutching his abdomen, wincing in pain.

“Get out…” A rasping, whispered growl emanated from him as he glared at her. A shiver went down her spine as she met his eyes, his scar rippling as he frowned.

“Mr Nielson…?” Nurse Hansen stepped forward, shaking a little. “You have to take your medication. I can come back a little later, give you time to wake up if you want?” The man scowled, shivering slightly. “Get out…” He growled a little louder.

Another nurse walked by, peeking in at the young nurse. “Hansen? Everything okay in here?” He asked, frowning as he stepping into the room. “I was just trying to give Mr Nielson his medication. He isn’t cooperating.” She was pale, glancing at him as he walked up beside her. He placed a calm hand on her shoulder, a gesture she appreciated.

“Mr Nielson, Nurse Hansen has to give you your medication. Is that okay?” His voice was quiet and low, as he slowly kneeled down to the man’s level. The patient’s eyes were staring at the nurse, but they weren’t all there, it was almost as if he was looking at something that was invisible to everyone except him. “Get away from me…” The man whispered, looking suddenly very small. He was shaking in fear, eyes fixed on nothing.

“We need to talk to his doctor. Who is it?” The nurse moved to the end of the bed, causing the shaking man to jerk again, wincing as he bent his right arm again. He gasped in pain, pushing his head back into the pillow, and gritting his teeth in pain. A cry emerged from him, forlorn and in pain. “Get away from me!” He screamed, his voice raw and cracking, sending the nurses jumping back. The second nurse grabbed the file, before leaving the room, grabbing Nurse Hansen’s wrist on the way. “Okay, Enjar Neilson… Dr Mathieson. Okay, let’s leave him to calm down. It says in his notes he’s been difficult to medicate in the past." He rubbed her shoulder, comforting her. "Come on, lets get back to it.”

Nurse Hansen was quivering, she had never heard a human make that sound, it was chilling. She looked up at the other nurse, eyes wide. “Hey, if it makes you feel any better, he’s probably not like that in normal life, he’s not himself right now I’m sure.”

That didn’t make her feel any better.

~

“Alright Enjar, we need to have a talk.” Dr Mathieson eased down into a chair, sitting back comfortably and looking at the man who was curled up in the fetal position. He had a blanket pulled over his face, his right arm sticking out from under it, the IV resting in the bruised joint. “Enjar, look at me please.” His tone was firm, but all it did was make the patient in front of him curl in on himself tighter. He moaned quietly into his pillow, the only acknowledgment he gave the doctor, who sighed in annoyance.

“I do not have time to waste arguing with you.” The doctor, exasperated, leaned forward and spoke quietly, an inch from the man’s face. “I need you to take your medication, Mr Nielson. If you don’t, I may need to sedate you and I know you don’t want that.” Enjar shivered, looking up at the doctor, “Just leave me alone…” he whispered into the blanket.

“If you take the medication, I will. You’re only going to make it harder for yourself by being difficult, Enjar.”

The man grunted, removing the blanket from his face, blinking as he came to. “Huh, wait, what’s happening?” He sat up a little more, looking dazed. Dr Mathieson frowned, looking at his confused patient. “Wait, do you not remember what just happened?” Enjar shook his head, “I don’t… I don’t remember… the sky and voices… I…” He lifted a hand to the scar on his face. “I…” The doctor stared at him as tears began to fall from his face. “It happened again…” He whispered, sitting up and pulling his knees close, shuddering. Dr Mathieson was shocked to see a man like Enjar reduced to a sobbing mess. “Enjar? What’s wrong?”

Enjar looked up at him with a tear stained face, sniffing. He let out a shaking sigh, trying to find the words to explain. “I… I haven’t had very good experiences in hospitals… They are always linked to very bad memories… Things I’d rather forget…” Dr Mathieson looked at Enjar’s hands, shaking wildly. “Okay. Well take the medication the nurses give you, it will help you feel more comfortable.” The doctor cringed in guilt, having been annoyed at the infantile way his patient was behaving, now understanding it a little more. He needed to be gentle with this one, not his usual firm, harsh... impatient self.

Enjar stared into the distance, laying back down and pulling the blankets back around himself. “Okay…” He muttered in a small voice, shaking as he stared at his IV, the bruises having gotten bigger. Dr Mathieson eyed it suspiciously. “Is the IV hurting you?” Enjar shook his head, closing his eyes, waiting for the familiar sensation of the cold liquid entering his veins.

The nurse stepped forward, administering the drug. Enjar moaned as the liquid entered his body, shuddering at the sensation. The nurse then pulled the bed table across him, helping him sit a little and take some tablets. He swallowed them with a wince. “Good man. Keep at it Enjar.” Dr Mathieson stood from his chair, leaving the room and writing a note with the nurse to get a consultation with the psych department for his patient.

Walking down the hall, he made his way to an office, knocking on the door of Dr Fayed. The tired man answered, looking over the thick frames of his glasses. “Ah, Dr Mathieson, how’s your patient?” He asked, tried but cheerful, running his had over his balding head. “Actually Ahmed, that’s who I came to talk to you about. Enjar Nielson. You know him, don’t you?”

~

Dr Fayed nodded, taking the seat by his desk and resting his chin on his hand. “Yes, we have known each other for a few years. I wouldn’t say we are good friends, but we are on friendly terms. Why?” Dr Mathieson leaned against the wall of the office, next to a poster of a man in the anatomical position, layers of skin and tissue peeled away to reveal muscles, bones and organs. “He seems to be suffering some kind of… episodes, perhaps induced by the admission to hospital. Do you know anything about that?” Dr Fayed looked down at his knees, concerned.

“I knew this would happen.” He mumbled to himself as he glanced at a picture on his desk, crumpled and creased, but pressed flat into a nice frame. The image showed his family, including a younger version of himself, his wife and two sons and daughter. They were with his parents and in-laws, crowded in front of a camera in a green park, a large, broken building behind them.

“You know why I came to this country? Why I left everything I knew?” Dr Fayed grabbed the picture. “This is why. These people. I left Syria because I wanted my children to have a better life. They saw things no child should have to see… I saw things…” He choked a little, swallowing the rising sob.

Dr Mathieson nodded, he knew about Dr Fayed’s past, at least a little. “My wife and I decided to come here, and we were free from the physical threats, but the memories… They stain your mind. Every time I shut my eyes I see my sister in law, my mother, my son…” Dr Fayed placed the image back on his desk.

Dr Fayed’s voice wavered as he looked at his son’s image. He looked radiant, happy and so, so young. “When the war started, I was working in a hospital in Damascus, helping surgeons fix wounds that no human should ever recieve… Then my son…” He wiped a tear from his eye.

“I lost something that can never be replaced. So, I took my family and we ran. We came here for a better life and healed physically, but the memories will always remain. When I realised that I wasn’t coping, I joined a group of trauma survivors..." He glanced around, lowering his voice. "I shouldn’t really divulge this, but under the circumstances… Enjar was a part of that group. He worked in some sort of specialist unit of some kind, helping take down terrorists and the like. It left him with many scars, physical and mental.”

The shorter doctor looked up at Dr Mathieson. “Physical scars heal with time. Scars on the mind do not.” He stood, nodding at the doctor. “He stopped coming a few years ago, he seemed to be doing well, I see him when I go fishing sometimes... I fear this will take him many years of progress back. But then again, that man is tougher than many of the men I know. Do not under estimate him.” Dr Fayed gripped the door to his office with a shaking hand and sighing.

“I’m going to grab a coffee, want one?”

Dr Mathieson shook his head. “No, but thank you Ahmed. You’ve been more helpful than you realise.” Dr Fayed nodded, exhaling another shaky breath. “Any time, Tomas.”

~

Matthew sat next to Enjar, who was lying in his bed curled up and shaking. He was in a lot of pain, the painkillers not doing much for him. “Are you okay?” He asked the shaking man. “No…” He mumbled, looking at his right arm, glaring at the IV. “I hate this. I hate the stupid nurses coming in every five minutes for poke and prod me. I hate this IV, it hurts, the medication hurts, this stupid machine keeps beeping every time I sleep, I can’t bend my arm and I hate this stupid doctor for doing this to me. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this, I hate this…”

Tears began to fall from his eyes. Matthew felt himself deflate, he felt sort of guilty for doing this to Enjar, even if it had saved his life. He had never seen him like this before, even in his worst moments. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled and Enjar looked up at him, scowling.

“Good.” He spat.

Matthew sighed, “Hey I’m gonna go get something to eat, want anything?” Enjar didn’t even acknowledge him.

When he returned with his sandwich, he sat back down and looked at Enjar. He smiled at him softly, but Enjar just frowned, turning his head to stare at the ceiling. He was cradling his abdomen, gripping his side as he drew in short, pained breaths. They sat in silence as Matthew ate, Enjar’s eyes slowly closing until he fell into a light and restless sleep. Matthew could see his eyes moving under his eyelids and he would occasionally twitch and moan. He wondered what he was dreaming about.

A few minutes later, a nurse came in waking him up.

~

Enjar’s eyes opened slowly, as he slowly looked around, remembering where he was. The nurse explained who she was and that she was there to take his vitals. He glared at her, sticking his right arm out further, his eyes fixed on her as she took his pulse. When she left, Matthew stood to leave too, “Cya, Enjar. I’ll be around, call if you need anything.” He sounded sad. Enjar ignored Matthew as he left.

He knew it wasn’t his fault, but he wasn’t in the mood for talking to people right now. He closed his eyes and sighed, trying to taste the salty sea air, and imagining his cabin. He built the fireplace in his mind, trying to remember… the curves of the driftwood used to decorate the mantle, the sound of the front door as it creaked open, the feeling of his soft bed and warm sheets and the smell of his kitchen drying wild herbs…

A beeping interrupted his train of thought and he glanced up at the machine, hoping that if he stared hard enough at it, it might just explode. A nurse rushed in and fiddled with it, before apologising and patting his arm, sending a dull ache up it. The bruising around the IV was getting worse. He managed to semi-drift off again, falling into a dreamless sleep for a few minutes before a nurse came in to give him more medication. This was the weird powdery stuff that tasted like chalk. He wasn’t going to drink it. They couldn’t make him. “Are you ready for your medicine, Mr Neilson?” The nurse asked, his voice soft and calm.

Enjar glared at him and rolled over, away from the cup with the power inside. “Get out.” He snapped, glaring at the wall. The nurse laughed. “Mr Neilson, you have to take it or you will be in a lot of pain. I can come back later if you want, though.”

Enjar eased back around, staring at the cup of white, chalky powder. “I won’t drink it. It tastes like shit.” The nurse sighed, looking at the cups of powder and water he held in his hands, before placing them on the bed table. “I’ve heard it tastes better if you put it in orange juice. Did you want to try that?” Enjar’s face was all the response he needed, the nurse nodded slowly and grabbed the cups. “I’ll be back later to check in okay?”

He watched the nurse leave the room, before he sighed and lay back again, staring at the ceiling, His right arm was freezing. At some point he drifted off again, only to be woken by a dull, deep pain in his stomach. Groaning and rolling his eyes as he sank into the bed. It crinkled, the plastic sanitary sheet under him sliding around under the sheet.

'I'm going to loose it if I can't fucking sleep.'

The nurse came back about twenty minutes later, armed with a bottle of orange juice, the room darker as the sun had begun to set.

“Hey, Enjar…” He spoke softly. Enjar looked at him, shuddering. He knew he had to take this medication to feel better. He didn’t want to but he had to. The nurse moved the bed to a better sitting position until Enajr winced in pain, bending his right arm to steady himself. The IV hurt his elbow, causing him to cry out. “Oh, oh dear, let me see.” The nurse reached over to look at the IV. Enjar pulled his arm close and shot him a look, causing the nurse to raise his hands in surrender.

“Here’s the juice.” He murmured, pouring the powder in and stirring it with a small stick before pulling the bed table over Enjar’s lap. “You don’t have to chug it if you don’t want, but it makes it easier to get down.”

Enjar stared at the small plastic cup, watching the chalky sediment settle at the bottom and then dissolve. He reached with his left hand, watching it shake weakly, before grabbing the juice and taking a small sip. It did taste better, but it was still pretty rancid tasting. Twisting his face into a grimace, he took a few big gulps, before placing the empty cup on the table. The juice tatsed strangely metallic.

“Did you want to try a bathroom trip, if you can’t I can get a bed pan?” The nurse asked, looking at Enjar’s uncomfortable shifting. “Your chart says you might need to go soon.” Enjar half nodded, not caring about what the nurse wanted,

‘Just go away, I want sleep…’

The nurse lay the bed back down, the movement making Enjar grunt in pain as his body straightened. His mind had already started feeling fuzzy from the medicine. ‘It feels like I’m wearing my body like a heavy suit.’ He thought to himself, feeling clammy, cold and gross as the nurse pulled his IV around the bed and helped him sit. He looked at his feet dangling from the edge.

“Tell me if you can’t walk yet, okay?” The nurse pulled him up and immediately Enjar’s heart began to pound in his ears. He cold feel the cold, hard floor beneath his feet and a ringing sound overtook his mind, blinding him until he felt something cold and hard against his back.

“Okay then, no walking.” The nurse muttered, picking Enjar up and laying him back down. “What… happened…?” He asked groggily, rubbing his eyes. “You fainted, I think. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you dropped like a sack of potatoes. Bed pan it’s going to be I’m afraid.” Enjar felt sick, last time he had used one of those it was after…

“No. I want to try again.” His voice shook as he insisted, taking away any power his words had. “Enjar. I’m sorry I can’t allow that. I have to report this, then I’ll come back with a bed pan okay?” Enjar sighed in frustration and pain, his head still spinning a little. His hands found the railings of the bed and he gripped them tightly, before the spinning seemed to slow. He awoke again, this time being shaken, two nurses calling his name urgently. The guy was back, this time with an older lady.

Her hair was almost glowing in the evening light, the bleach blonde locks tied up in a messy bun. “Mr Nielson, can you hear me?” When Enjar opened his mouth to reply, all he could manage was a strained groan. A light got shined in his eyes, it hurt and made him blink, moving his head away. “I don’t know if he passed out or if it’s just the drugs. Vertigo is a side affect of that one, right? Now again...” The male nurse asked.

“Yeah, but still. Let’s give him a minute then do him.” The female nurse wiped the hair from Enjar’s face, the acrylics on her fingernails making a pleasant scratching sensation against his skin through her gloves. He leaned into it a little, sighing. “You like that huh? Let me get your hair out of the way.” She laughed, leaning his head forward and pulling the clumps of messy, matted hair into a loose pony tail. “There we go. Do you want the pan now?” Enjar’s eyes were glazed over as he looked at her blurry face. It was confusing as he murmured words, barely able to express the rising feeling of dread in his chest.

“I feel… strange…” Her face moved a weird shape, maybe a smile, he couldn’t be sure. “That’s the drugs, honey. You’ll feel a bit strange for a while but it’ll stop.”

“Good… I hate it…”

The nurses pulled the sheets down, helping Enjar get into position, but the small amount of lifting it took to get the pan under him hurt so much. His abdominal muscles clenched as he felt the pulling inside his abdomen grow more painful, before they lowered him down. “Did that hurt?” The male nurse asked. Enjar nodded, teeth firmly clenched. After he had finished, the other nurse changed her gloves, “I just want to check your tummy okay?” Enjar was too out of it to comprehend it, just nodding and laying back, eyes closed and waiting for everything to stop hurting.

The nurse’s hands pressed on him, causing his legs to jerk and his abs to tense. “Is that hurting you, Mr Nielson?” A bright, harsh pain ripped through his body, memories flashing in front of his eyes.

Enjar gasped, eyes flying open, everything suddenly a little clearer. He just had to survive. “Get off me.” He gasped, shuddering at the sensation of the deep, dull aching already fading from his body. The nurse stepped back, looking at her counterpart. “Call Dr Mathieson. I don’t like this.” The younger nurse nodded, leaving the room whilst the older one stayed.

She pulled the blankets up onto Enjar and sighed sympathetically. “Oh, my dear. You look like you’ve been through the wars, huh? Maybe if you feel up to it was can wash you tomorrow, clean you up a little, hmm?” Enjar just shut his eyes and tried forcing sleep to come. His mind was too awake now, despite the fuzziness coming back. “I’ll come check on you later, darling.” She whispered, squeezing his shoulder lightly. The touch gave Enjar a fright, images flashing through his mind again.

A black, gloved hand moved into his vision. He could hear someone gasping, was it him? A distant voice said something but he couldn’t understand. The sky was so blue and there was a single bird tweeting in this damn forest of death… His chest was rising and falling so fast and he could hear someone gasping…

He had to make sure his team was okay, he couldn’t be the last one left? Surely the others had survived? That’s why they wore protection…. His face felt wet… A mask came out from somewhere, covering his face, suffocating him, he tried to get it off… A prick of a needle in his right elbow… He screamed for it to stop. It was too much… he just needed to make sure his team was okay, was the target even taken down? Was his victim safe? Someone was holding him down and he screamed for them to stop again, the pressure on his shoulders suffocating him more…

Enjar’s eyes flew open and he glanced around the room. Someone was mumbling something, but it was hard to hear over the screams, before they cut out with an awkward choking sound. Something caught in his throat and he gagged, gripping the things holding him down tightly and sitting up, hacking up his lungs, the movements causing his stomach to hurt. The IV pinched his right arm and the nasal prongs strangled his face.

He snapped.

His fingers flew across his body faster than anyone could catch them and he ripped the IV from his arm, ignoring the pain as he threw it across the room with a cry. He heard it clatter against the ground, as he pulled of the nasal prongs, before he caught sight of his arm, leaking blood all over the place. The sight of it made him feel dizzy, it was like before, when the warm blood had been trickling over his arms and face and chest the smell and the taste…

Everything went black.

~next~

~masterlist~

[effectivelyweird]

The NHS is hell (gynaecology edition)

Six weeks ago I had a pelvic prolapse of some sort. This caused varying levels of pain and discomfort. I havent been able to walk anywhere, or stand for more than a few minutes before experiencing pain. At the end of the worst days I have to push my insides back in.

I obviously went straight to my GP who was unable to examine me because it hurt too much to even get a finger in. At that point I basically didnt have a vagina, it was collapsed and squished, of course it was going to be tough to get a feel. GP referred me to gynaecology to get an ultrasound.

SIX WEEKS LATER I finally have an appointment. I get in (partner in tow for support) and am immediately asked:

Doctor: "Why are you here?"

Like??? Didnt you read the referral? MEe: "I've had a prolapse" Doctor: "How many children?" Me: "None" Doctor: Pauses and looks confused

Now, whilst it is far more common for people who've given birth to have a prolapse, it absolutely is not the only thing to cause one. I fall into basically every other risk category, it is NOT a surprise that this has happened.

Then I was asked to give my entire medical history and all the meds Im currently taking.

Like?????? WHY dont you already have that information???? I've waited six weeks in on and off agony, unable to leave the flat, holding out for this appointment, and now I have to spend the first half of it giving you information you should already have.

We move on to a physical examination. I explain that despite taking a pill to stop my periods, surprise! Im having a period. I have brought stuff to get me sorted and cleaned up (I use a cup, cant really be examined with that in) and explain Im happy to go get sorted so we can do this.

Doctor makes a rude comment like "If you'll let us examine you" like I didnt just make it clear I was happy to be examined. So now Im wondering wtf did that referral say? My GP hadnt been able to examine me because of intense pain when she tried, not because I didnt let her.

So I get myself sorted and lying on the examination bed. Im already very uncomfortable with being poked about down there for multiple reasons but I always suck it up because they're medical professionals and are here to help. For extra context, I have a skin disorder down there which means I tear very easily, things have narrowed or disappeared entirely, basically you have to handle me with care. I havent had sex in nearly six years due to discomfort both in and out.

Doc comes over, lubes up and dives straight in. If I hadnt just pulled my cup out of me, this in itself would have caused great pain. She then moves around wildly to get a good feel, hitting a tender spot and making me yelp.

"Oh, did that hurt?" she says, clearly surprised.

"Uh, yeah??" I say incredulously. Of course it fucking hurt. I have something out of place in that area and you just tried to scramble my eggs.

Doc abandons her examination and goes back to her computer. I am not given anything to wipe myself down with so Im left with a mass of lube and fluids for my pants to just deal with I guess.

I was then told I was being passed on to the womens hospital who will "make sure youre doing your kegel exercises properly" "I havent been given any kegel exercises though?"

Doctor looks surprised and slides a hand written note over to me. It has a website name for me to look up and learn from there.

Then it was over.

Without telling me ANY information about what was happening with my body. So did I have a prolapse? Did I not? Did she feel everything was fine? Did she feel something wrong?

I DONT KNOW

Im exactly as clueless as I was before I went in there, and now a little traumatised from the experience.

I waited six weeks, unable to live my life in that time, only to spend £20 I dont have to go to an appointment I didnt need. I was referred to get an ultrasound from gynaecology and instead I got an aggressive examination and then palmed off to the next clinic without a care in the world. I clearly stated when I went in that I am autistic and have ADHD but even if I wasnt I think I would have still been shook from her (lack of) bedside manners. I still dont know whats happening to my body. I still dont know what I should be doing, or not doing, to help this issue.

All I know is that I didnt get what I was referred for and now I cant pay my bills.

And I still have to stuff my insides back in on a bad day.

[mihai-florescu]

Oh hating hour. Yeah I could use that (I should hide behind the anon but tbh I'm tired already idc)

So yeah I went to a party last week and I met this guy who happens to be the best friend of the organizer (my friend from school) and so the guy tried to hit on me, whatever; everything peaked when he. literally slept in the same bed I did (because we stood over) and oh the drama,,

See the guy wasn't a bad person¿? I at least enjoyed my talk with him, but imagine someone rants you about their girlfriend and 3 mins later they pull you close and kiss your head..? Anyway I felt. awkward but let it slide because as I said, I did enjoy our talk 👍 also he was extremely drunk btw

So then morning hits, mother's friend finds out we slept in the same bed. scandal. My friend is very hurt because she trusted him because he knew he couldn't sleep near the other girls, her mother starts thinking bad of me (oh because apparently we hugged while sleeping too and I was. so confused when they told me that). Anyway, I tried to explain the situation and literally all my friends blamed me because I didn't put a limit or said no.

Idk, I don't know how to explain, I didn't care much...? Like sure, I wasn't expecting him to fall asleep or pull me close because I fell asleep before him so I just. didn't think about it? And yeah my petty drama comes from the part where I am being blamed and made fun of and I just????? Idk I guess it was weird and everything but I still can't care enough, or at least as much as everyone else.

He doesn't speak to me now btw, which is bittersweet because he was indeed a bit weird but we talked about cool stuff that night so there's that. My friend told me she's never introducing her friends again because "something bad always happens" well.

Im just very glad he didnt try to do anything but like. Youre all adults right? Your irls should be able to handle sleeping in the same bed without anything happening💀 was his gf also at the party? Cuz then i could see her being upset but i dont think anyone else really has any right to say anything. It's not really their business. I dont understand why youre being made fun of, for sleeping...? Girl..... these friends seem quite immature idk

[khodorkovskaya]

Oh shoot I forgot he was married and didnt realise his age woops sorry

yeah so the tea is, he's been married for like 10+ years and three years ago his wife left him for a woman. like she just left without a warning and lucien was devastated. bc he's always wanted to be married and he was 55 when she left and like yeah he had to come to terms with the fact that he's gonna be alone for the rest of his life. and yeah it was very tough for him.

their marriage wasn't an ordinary one because they both went into it without wanting to have children. and they've never had sex because she's a lot younger than him and he thought it would be weird (plus he's on the asexual spectrum so like yeah). but he's always dreamt of being married for life like his parents who've been together for like 60 years now. as he explained, to him marriage is about being complicit and existing as one unit, sleeping in the same bed, kissing and holding hands. and when she left, his whole life projects were shattered.

but here's the thing, they've been separated for three years, but they're still legally married and they see each other every day. he says that they have a brother/sister sort of relationship. like they still talk, they're still on good terms, but they live separately, have different lives, and don't kiss or hold hands.

oh and she's diagnosed borderline. and also quite strange, but more normal than him.

and now for the drama, i posted about it on here. but basically lucien and i went to skating camp together and his wife is very unhappy. which is like, fair. in normal people's world it is weird that he paid for this whole trip for me. but he also spends 30k on measuring equipment because he likes to measure things (literally don't ask to explain, it's his little hyperfixation that has no logical explanation behind it). and we're not in love with each other, we address each other as "vous", we almost never see each other face to face. and plus also she left him! so she can have a gf, but lucien can't hang out with a friend? i mean that's not really the point and her feelings are valid, i don't have anything against her, but it's just awkward for me, you know?

and lucien isn't really a great diplomat. bc she was invited to the trip too originally, but idk what he said to her to make her feel this way. and he doesn't do anything to fix the situation either.

so during the trip he didn't post any photos of me. and his wife posted a black and white photo of her smoking with the caption "when times are tough... 🖤" and then she reposted someone's video with joker makeup. and i was like girlieee i am so sorry :///

so yeah, i am bffs with lucien and that's it!

[sangaverage]

Lexsang, we have got to stop being so similar lol,

but in all seriousness, Full moons do exactly the same to me, ESPECIALY if I happen to be out in them at the time, its bearable and I don't do anything I shouldn't but it does bring out the instincts a bit.

this is actually what triggered my full awakening, I had realisations beforehand but never really came into it until this moment confirmed it all for me.

I've never really explained it in detail lol its hard to describe but I have notes of it somewhere...

Found them, For those Interested My Vampiric Awakening story (Somewhat) under the Divider (divider credit: Anitalenia)

In somewhat long story format because I'm better at describing that way, by we/ us/ him or they I mean me and my S/O

The night of October 19th 2013, Everything changed, EVERYTHING!

I remember it being sunset when we decided to take our first date, A walk to a trail that leads to a woodland, Funny first date I know... The night set in surprisingly quick that evening, I remember us gazing up At the full moon signaling the night, the darkness, my time, Probably a good time as any to start heading back home though...

Too late, it stirs, A feeling, One I haven't felt this strongly before, but oddly familiar, Wait a seccond I know this feeling!

Damn it, I've got to think of a distraction!

I resorted to, Chewing my gloves... Which somehow, in some sort of miracle, he didn't find weird, if anything it was more amusing to him!

Later that evening he decided to stay with me for a little while, and that's when I decided to tell him outright,

"So... You know those vampire questions, mostly the one where I asked if you think anything like that exists and you said maybe."

"Yes?"

"I may have asked those for a reason."

"Go on."

"So... I've been meaning to tell you, I'm A vampire, specifically, A sanguinarian."

Oh no, does he think I'm weird now?

Surprisingly, as by another miracle, He just accepts it, like no real further questions just Yep, okay, my girlfriend says she's a vampire, so what?

Untill one weekend came up where he decided to sleep over at mine and share beds for the first time. (funnily enough another full moon)

Upon groggily waking up the next morning, (mornings are not my time at all) I ask him how he slept, I was not expecting his response!

"Pretty well, untill someone bit me!"

"Wait what?" My head crooked in A confused tilt,

"Yeah you bit me!, you sat up, looked around and flumped back down for a bit, your eyes were open so I thought you was awake, but you didnt answer me, You did it again a few minutes after but this time, you sat up and went to Bite me in the shoulder, I tried to roll you off but you just bit my hand instead!"

"What? No warning noises, nothing?"

"Nope, just straight up bit me!"

"Sorry, Did I draw blood?" I ask, examining his hands for marks,

"A little bit!"

"Maybe this is some kind of vampiric bonding thing!" I chimed in as a joke,

"Didn't feel bonding to me, it Bleeding hurt!, please don't do it again, okay?"

"Again, Sorry..."

The Moon and Stuff

So a little bit ago, I read a fairly long post from an old friend in the OVC about how she had noticed that the lunar phases seem to affect her vampirism, the full moon generally being the most intense time for her hunger. Everything she had said definitely fit my experience too, though I'm not sure if I would attribute it to my psychology or something else. Does anyone else deal with this as well? If so I'd love to know some peoples' experiences and thoughts on it :)

[ashdreams2023]

hi anon who requested the last abo fic it was amazing i love it so much

If your ok with doing another one maybe one where you spend like hours making the nest and loki didnt realize you spent that long on it and he messes it up and it just breaks your are cause you spent so long on it

And he can loke feel the sadness theough the bond and he realizes how sad you are and tries to make it up to you

I’m sorry

Warning: omegaverse

Alpha Loki x omega reader

"Just a few more things" you mumbled to yourself.

You placed another fluffy pillow on the nest before finally grabbing Loki’s hoodie and placing it on top.

It was perfect, everything you liked and needed was there and it only took you six hours of searching around the compound!.

A successful journey in your book definitely, and now you just needed to shower to feel clean when you rest in it.

While you were showering you didn’t hear Loki walking inside the room, and the scent blockers he had on for missions helped not identify if he’s around or not.

You did hear shuffling though, but you paid it no mind. When you got out, dried your body and wore some clean clothes you were hit with strong woody musk scent.

"Loki!" You greeted your alpha with a big smile, he was laying down on the bed resting with a lazy smile on his face.

"Pup, how was your day?" He said.

You crawled on the bed beside him and began explaining everything you did while he was out, the omega inside of you was just over the moon to have him back.

"And I’m sure you saw the amazing nest I made!" Loki blinked before pointing at your nest, that now when you look at it, it’s missing items…clothing items.

His clothing attempts.

The smile on your face dropped "where’s the clothes?…"

"Oh…I threw them in the washing machine, they looked dirty" Loki immediately felt the sadness reeking your sweet scent.

"I….it took so long…" you were devastated, all your work went to waste.

Loki sat up quickly, the alpha instinct in him immediately acting up and making him think of a way to make you happy again.

"No no, I didn’t know you needed them this bad!, you can use anything from my other stuff come on!" You started sniffing before hugging your legs to your chest.

Loki looked around for anything he could use as replacement but the only piece of clothing he had that still had his scent on it was what he was wearing at this very moment.

"Fuck it" he said.

He took off his top and brought it closer for you to smell, you whimpered when the strong scent hit your nose, his comforting scent.

"I’ll make it up to you come on" he head you to the nest and laid on his back with you on top of him, now his scent could be stuck in there for a while.

"Better?"

"Yeah…"

[reidsnose]

love letters

overview: spencer has a wonderful idea after finding out that reader had never gone to her senior prom

genre: fluff fluff fluff

a/n: i mixed two ideas that have been sitting in my notes app for this lol but i think its sweet!! i wrote it a little rushed and definitely not bc im not getting a prom this year due to miss rona👀 LMAO but as always please lmk what yall think ab it :)

masterlist

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the idea had fully occupied his thoughts the second after the words left your mouth.

it was "the buttcrack of dawn" as you had called it, though spirits were high on the late jet ride home. it was a rare but much needed positive end to the case, and everyone was happily chatting with each other. since the case was involving high schoolers, the subject fell on prom. everyone went around sharing their prom stories one by one, recalling awful dresses and questionable dates til the questions turned to spencer.

"what ab you, pretty boy, what was your prom like?" morgan asked, still smiling widely from recalling his own.

you watched spencer shift uncomfortably for a second.

"i uh..i never went to prom." he stammered, a tight lipped smile on his face.

"no! you just dont wanna tell us!" prentiss cried, throwing her hands in the air.

"i graduated high school when i was 12! why would i have gone to prom?" he reasoned.

"you had to have gone when you were older or something! everyone has!" jj countered.

"thats not true, i never went to prom either," you defended, subconsciously inching closer to spencer.

before anyone could even ask you to explain why, spencer got the idea. he mentally left the conversation after you gave your answer. he spent the whole rest of the ride home and the next couple of weeks brain storming and planning.

and casually after work one day, as he was walking you to your car, he asked you if you wanted to hang out with him that weekend; at his house.

you and Spencer had hung out before, but mostly at your house or at coffee shops; he didn't invite people over very often.

of course you agreed but you grew confused when he told you to dress fancy.

you raced home afterwards to raid your closet, looking for any fancy dresses you may have stuffed in there.

spencer spent the whole day preparing his apartment. he put up streamers and balloons. he made a playlist of all your favorite songs. and then he rushed to get his clothes from the cleaners.

and when you knocked at his door the breath that left your lungs struggled to come back after he opened the door.

he stood in a gorgeous suit, different than he had ever worn to work. he rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the living room, revealing the adorable (albeit poorly made but its the thought that counts) decorations.

"um.. welcome to prom," he said, turning back to you, revealing a blushy smile.

he tried not to stare too much at you, but it was difficult. your eyes sparkled as you stepped inside and looked around. and the dress you were wearing fit you so gorgeously he truly couldnt take his eyes off of you.

"spencer, i..." you trailed off, enchanted by what he had done.

"sorry if it looks bad. or if you think its weird that i did this. i just thought cause neither of us went to prom maybe you wanted to have a little one with me? yeah now that i say it out loud maybe you hate it im sorr-" he rambled behind you.

you turned quickly to him as he got lost in his words, eyes glued to the floor. cutting him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as you could. you could feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the embrace, returning it gladly. he doesn't like to be touched by anyone really, except for you.

"i love it. thank you," you whispered, giving him one last squeeze before letting go.

he has a spread of snacks lying out on the coffee table which he has mooved to the corner of the room to make space for a makeshift dancefloor.

he turns on the music and you two start talking and dancing and laughing. two fools with four left feet completely and obliviously in love. well, oblivious the the other anyway.

a slower song came on, an old one that you had wanted to slow dance to ever since you were a little girl. and somehow naturally you two came together, his hand dropped to your waist, the other delicately cradling your own. your other hand found its way up to his shoulder, feeling as though a magnet was pulling you two closer. and closer.

he looked absolutely stunning. the soft lights he had strung around the apartment sparkled like stars in his eyes; its was...dizzying, in the most incredible way.

unbeknownst to you, as you stared at the stars in his eyes he was looking at his whole world that he had been somehow lucky enough to hold in his arms.

he held his arm out, allowing you to spin and when he pulled you back both of your arms ended up wrapped around his neck, and his around your waist. you were less dancing now and more...hugging. with your head pressed to his chest, he hoped with all his might that you wouldn't be able to hear his hammering heart. you most definitely could, but it was calming to know he was as nervous as you were. you smiled, listening more to his heart than the music he had played for you.

you were both sure that you could burst from pure bliss. the song ended a little too quickly for either of your liking and reluctantly you let go of each other. and suddenly Spencer was hit with the realization that he forgot something.

"oh my gosh," his eyes widened as he looked around the room.

"what?" you asked, mirroring him and looking as well.

"i can't remember where i left your corsage! i was gonna give it to you at the door but i forgot!" he exclaimed, running around the room checking shelves.

you smiled to yourself. he got you a corsage!

"ill help you look" you decided.

"please do," he chuckled.

"i thought you had an eidetic memory, shouldn't you know where you left it?" you joked, shooting him a smug smile.

"y/n, my brain was all jumbled to day and it wasn't just from being around you," he realized what he had said and quickly turned back to the shelf he was looking at, "could you check in my room please?"

his heart was racing at his own stupidity; how could he just say that so nonchalantly? he had been planning to tell you that he liked you for the longest time he cant afford slipping up and having it be anything less than perfect.

you slipped into his room, your cheeks warm from the idea that you make his big brain all jumbled. he probably didn't mean it like that, you were just looking too much into it.

you sighed as you crouched to look under his bed for it. you found a small wooden box that you slid out from underneath. it had your name on it.

is it normal to keep a corsage in a wooden box? you wouldn't know, you never went to prom.

you shrugged your shoulders, "i found it spence!"

with out thinking you opened the box, except instead of a band of flowers you were greeted with letters, all addressed to you. there were annotations written in the margins with purple ink. you furrowed your eyebrows as you scanned the various letters.

dear y/n,

today you complimented my glasses and my heart skipped a beat. thats dumb spencer dont start like that

dear y/n,

im in love with you. too forward

dear y/n,

you make life worth living. shes gonna think youre a creep

you felt a rush of euphoria fill your chest. did he really feel these things for you? your thoughts swirled in the most wonderful way. a wide smile broke across your face, butterflies running rampage through your stomach as you reread his words. his words addressed to you.

"oh thank God i really thought i lost-oh. oh no." spencer started as he walked through the door of his room immediately walking back out. you followed, blinking your watery eyes at him. "i can explain.

"i think youve explained enough, theres like 20 letters in here!" you chuckled, flipping through them.

"i didnt know how to tell you and i dont want to ruin what we already have and i-"

"it wasnt too forward." you stated, grabbing one of the letters.

"what?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"in this one," you held up the letter, "you wrote dear y/n, im in love with you. and then you crossed it out and wrote that it was too forward but i dont think it was."

"youre not mad?"

"mad? spencer ive been trying to admit the fact that im in love with you since i realized it myself, why would i be mad?"

"youre..you feel the same way?" he looked back up at you, a hesitant smile pulling on the corners of his lips.

"more so," you beamed, stepping closer.

he wrapped his arms around you, "thats good or else the rest of this prom would have sucked."

you chuckled, pulling him impossibly closer to you as another perfect song played.

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[yourmommycallsmemommy]

I don’t have a title for this

A måneskin/Damiano David fanfic, you're a contender for the ESC for your country 

word count: 1.3k

AN: Y’all go easy on me for this one I haven’t written fanfic since 2019, so if it’s bad just lemme know what i can do better, for now i hope you enjoy. If y’all enjoy maybe i’ll write a part 2

ALSO THIS IS ALL BASED ON FICTION

Damiano looked down at your sleeping form that was clinging onto him, his headache pounding in his head, he regretted drinking so much the previous night. 

He looked around your hotel room trying to recollect what happened the evening before, he remembered the party that happened in the hotel lobby, all the contestants were invited, so of course you were there. He remembered Vic and Thomas trying to get him to talk to you after a little too much to drink, he remembers going up to talk to you. He remembers giving you his number. He remembers drinking some more with you. He remembers you taking him to your hotel room, and he definitely remembers what happened in your hotel room. The only thing he can’t seem to remember is what he told you after that. 

Knowing himself he wouldn’t just fall asleep, that was even less likely in his drunken state. He looked down at you again, he needed to leave. Quietly he removed your arms from his torso and got out of bed, he picked up his pants off the floor and put them on, got his shirt off the floor and put it back on. He carried his shoes in one hand trying to make as little noise as possible. He quickly took his phone off the nightstand and put it in his pocket. Feeling his other pocket if his jewelry was in there and his room keycard, it was. He looked around if he didnt for forget anything and walked to the door. 

He placed his hand on the door handle and turned his head back to look at you for a second, your face facing him. He decided this would be best for the both of you, sighed and left your room, starting the walk of shame back to his room.

-

A loud bang startled you awake, in your sleepy state you couldn’t place the sound. You stretched your arms above your head and turned to put your hand on the place next to you where you thought Damiano would be. But all you were met with was a cold spot on the mattress, you sat up quickly and looked around. “Damiano?” you called out quitely to see if he was in the bathroom maybe, but you were only met with a deafening silence. 

Unlike Damiano you remembered everything from the night before, even the little conversation you had before you both drifted to sleep.

“Is this a one time thing?” you asked him, your head laid on his chest listening to his heartbeat. “I don’t hope so.” Damiano replied, running his fingers through your hair. “So what when the Eurovision is over?” “Maybe I take you back with me to Italy, wouldn’t that be nice?” he said with a small laugh. He didn’t know if he meant it, alcohol clouding his thoughts. You didn’t know if you meant it “Yeah that would be kinda nice.” you replied, you weren’t that drunk, sure you had drunk a lot of alcohol but you would call it very drunk, you’d just call it very tipsy. He gave you a little kiss on your forehead before you both drifted to sleep.

You let out a small sigh as you remember the conversation, you know you were both drunk and probably didn’t mean it like that but you hadn't expected him to just leave you in the morning, to let you wake up all alone. 

‘I shouldn’t judge so quickly,’ you thought to yourself ‘maybe he just went to get us some coffee.’ You looked around the room to see if anything was left of him, your eyes scanned the room and found nothing, no note, nothing. You grabbed your phone from the night stand and checked if you had gotten a text from him explaining where he went. But again nothing. 

Without even thinking about it you send him a message ‘hey, where are you?’ ‘Fuck’ you thought ‘he probably thinkings I’m so clingy now.’ Before you could overthink it, you placed your phone back on the nightstand and got out of bed. Ready to take a long, hot shower.

-

Damiano unlocked his room and stepped inside, it was still pretty dark in the room, he let his back fall against the door and groaned. “You’re back early, loverboy.” he heard Vic say as her face was revealed when she turned on the light next to her. “How did you get in here? Why are you here?” he asked, looking at her sitting on the chair, a mischievous smirk on her face. “You gave me the spare key when we first arrived.” “That was for emergencies only!” he exclaimed, rubbing his hands over his face. "This is an emergency" she replied and shrugged her shoulders. “Okay so what are they doing here?” he asked, turning his head looking at Ethan and Thomas sitting on his bed.

“We were curious how it was.” Thomas said, grinning widely. “How what was?” Damiano replied playing dumb. “We saw you leaving the party with Y/n yesterday, don’t try to play dumb with us, we see right trhough you” Ethan said looking over Damiano’s form noticing him not wearing his shoes. “Oh yeah right Y/n, yeah it was fun.” "I bet it was." Thomas said, wiggling his eyebrows. "So why are you back so early?" Ethan asked. "Well," Damiano said, thinking of a reason, not wanting to tell the truth, that he left without you knowing. "I had to take a shower!" he said and tossed his phone to the bed, and let his shoes fall to the floor.

"So why didn't you just take a shower in her room?" Vic said not taking any of his lies. "Well she had to shower too?" Damiano wasn't sure of himself but came with his lies on the spot. "So she knows you're gone?" Vic said standing up. "Y-yeah of c-" before Damiano could finish his sentence his phone pinged, he tried to get to his phone as soon as possible, but Vic was faster. She read your message 'hey, where are you?' "Are you sure she knows that you're gone? it sure doesn't seem like it." She said as Thomas and Ethan stood up to read the message on Damiano's phone. "Man you're a dick." Ethan said, moving his eyes from the screen to Damiano.

"I know, can you all leave now." Damiano said, snatching his phone out of Vic's hand. "You should reply to her." Thomas ignored what Damiano said. Damiano groaned "And say what?". "I don't know? What about the truth, that you just left her in the morning because you're a pussy." "You should go back to her, and just tell her you went to get coffee." Ethan chimed in. "No you all should go back to your own room and leave me alone." Damiano said, already walking to the bathroom, he was annoyed with his bandmates acting like it was such a big deal.

Vic walked behind him "You should've just told her this was a one time thing for you." Damiano turned around to face her "Maybe I did tell her last night, maybe I didn't, I can't remember to be honest." “You can’t remember anything?” Thomas laughed. “Okay I remember pretty much everything until right before we fell asleep, but I think what I said must’ve been pretty important.” Damiano sighed “I’m just gonna take a shower and forget about it, I’ll see her at the rehearsals today, and maybe I'll talk to her.” Damiano turned back to the bathroom, Vic, Ethan and Thomas walked to the door of the hotel room “You should definitely talk to her, or at least text her back.” Vic said before she, Thomas and Ethan exited the room, leaving Damiano alone to shower. He thought about sending you a text explaining where he went, but decided to let it be and walked into the bathroom.

[bluestbloo]

What about me?

eddie munson x f! reader!

warnings! Starts off as angst-ish but fluff ending, jealousy, yelling(?)

A/N! no one talks until the 3rd paragraph, i didnt have many ideas in the beginning lol

summary: you've always loved eddie "the freak" munson. ever since you met him. until he bacame closer with Chrissy Cunningham..

What about me?

You and Eddie Muson have been always close. attached to the hip basically. You have similar music taste, dress styles, intrests, everything. People teased the both of you saying you should date or that you are dating. And despite his dumb flirtatious comments and teasing, you could tell he was joking, and you hated it.

You were minding you buissness in the halls when you saw her. Chrissy Cunningham. You didn't necessarily hate her, but you didn't like her. only because you knew any guy would choose her over you. Even Eddie. She was sweet, kind, pretty, popular. everything you envied. you wanted. but you didn't like her for something that she wouldn't hav much control of. But your stomach churned even mlre at the sight of her and Eddie talking. Laughing together. You saw the way he was smiling, almost like you've never seen. and your heart dropped. You just had to walk past them, despite Eddies attempt to catch your attention.

It was after school and you went straight to the forest nearby. You and Eddies spot. You went there to clear your head and draw while listening to your Walkman. You were listening to your favorite tape while you looked at where your spot was and there they were. Eddie and Chrissy. You turned it off to spy on them, in a small part that you knew you werent seen. You could tell it was a drug deal but they were giggling and joking and, you knew eddie was falling. "Your not what i thought you'd be." Chrissy Stated to Eddie, him messing with his hair "What? Mean and Scary?" "Yeah." Chrissy almosy whispered. "Well to be honest I thought you were scary when i met you." "Me?" they both were beaming. you sat there for a few minutes and got teary. because he started doing what he does with you. the teasing, the way he looked at her, the names. you couldn't help but cry, feeling stupid that you thought he'd love you back. You were back against a tree crying, not even hearing them say goodbye. you heard the crunch of the dead leaves but thought it was nothing. Until you looked up. "Y/N? Why are yiu crying sweetheart? how long have you been here?" It was odd how, really concerned he was. You just wiped your nose and red eyes and tried shrugging it off. "O-Oh nothing! I uh, allergies hah.. And I uh, just got here." You couldn't tell him. you knew hed see you as some obsessive, Jealous asshole. He didn't comment but frowned and offered his hand for you to get up. You took it but still felt so bad. Not what you witnessed, but the fact you spied on them. "So, You still wanna come to the campain tonight? I have something really interesting planned and-" "I can't. Sorry. Im uh, I feel really sick today." He thought something was really odd, but he couldn't do anything. So he accepted it and walked you home. Once he left, you instantly went to your room crying, without even saying hi to your mom or dad. You laid in your bed sobbing, drowning out the knocking on your door from your mom. Hoping shed think your tired and wanted to sleep. which surprisingly worked. After 30 minutes to and hour you went to call Nancy or Robin, Or even Steve. Steve.. SHIT! you forgot you had to work tonight. You got ready and when your mom asked why your working so late You explained yiu had to fill for someone else. You grabbed your skateboard and were off, but you spotted Mike and Dustin. Wonderful. You tried ignoring them but they waved and shouted your name. "Hey!! Y/N!! Cmere!!!" Dustin yelled. You knew you had to stop and say hi. "So you ready for the campain tonight?? Eddies been so excited for this one Apperantly, he has great plans, quote from him." Dustin explained. "Oh, I'd love to but im busy with work. me and steve both have to cover for someone." Dustin frowned, confused. "But the video store is small, Steve can cover for you too!" You left a small frown but Dustin knew you were already upset, if your puffy eyes werent clue enough. "Well if you can escape in the next hour, you know you can make it." Mike Commented while dragging Dustin away. You continued your way to work. though surprisingly it was more busy then ever.

1 Hour later...

While you and Steve were bust at work, the session started. Eddie did announce you were gone, and reasoning you felt sick, when Dustin jumped in. "Sick? well me and mike saw her on her way to work while walking here. maybe work sickness.." Eddie was a little frustrated, considering you lied. "Well, I'll figure that out later. Lets get this started!". A few hours later You and Steve were closing up, while he noticed you were unusually quiet. "Hey, you ok? You've been quiet all day. Something wrong? you did come in with red eyes but i could've been convinced you were high!" he chuckled but when he saw you were still Standoffish he stopped." You can talk to me, you know?" He waited then you spoke up." Its just, you know how much i love eddie."" yup, all you ever talk about" he laughed."We'll theres this girl, Chrissy and shes basically Hawkins Queen! Anyways Shes everything I've ever wanted to be amd Her and Eddie... " You started ranting to Steve and Once you stopped, you noticed a familiar figure approach the door. Eddie. When he opened the door you walked to the back and left Steve and Eddie alone. "Hey dude, no hard feels but we're closing. So i'd suggest you leave." He was cold with his words. He was angry at Eddie, You knew it. "Listen man, I just wanna talk to Y/N. Nothing else" "Well your gonna have to wait." Eddie was frustrated but walked out, waiting for you. You went out the back as Steve walked out front and you both locked up. "Wheres Y/N?" Steve Shrugged and went to his car and left. Eddie went to the back and saw you standing there, though you were hoping he'd be gone. You tried walking past but he grabbed your forearm. "Y/N please, Talk to me. Whats wrong? You've been off all day." You stared down at your feet in hopes hed stop, But he kept pushing. "You Lied, and you know that. You could've told me you had work instead of being sick. why?" You wanted to hold it in but couldnt. You started crying and even shook. "Eddie... I just.. I can't tell you." He got even more concerned. "You'll hate me." "Hate you? My best friend? The person who's been there forever no matter how bad or good? I dont think i would." You just stood there. feelinf Vulnerable. At this point it spilled out like word vomit. "I saw you with Chrissy all day, The laughing, Flirting, Teasing, Names, Everything! In the woods, at our spot i saw you. And i felt so stupid because I've been inlove with some idiot my entire life and it was never returned cause how can someone as amazing and handsome as you like me who cant even compare to chrissy, the queen of hawkins, and I even cried over my stupid feelings because I just cant get over you even if i know you dont like me and--" you tried to breath for air but you nearly collapsed because you were a crying, shaking, vulnerable mess. you could've blacked out but luckily didn't. Then you remembered Eddie was there. You sat on the ground crying, hiding your face. He crouched and placed his hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, I never knew you felt that way about me, But honestly, Was the teasing, Nicknames, and other shit not obvious? no offense but, I've been very clear about how i feel about you, Y/N." You looked up at him. "And Chrissy? Shes waaaay out of my leauge. and if she was, i wouldn't choose her. though theres someone else id have in mind. a pretty, kind, sweet, funny, even a bit nerdy girl. Wanna take a guess?" You blushed and even giggled a bit. His face was so close to yours, So you took your chance and kissed him. and you could tell he waited for it, because he deepened it. Then eventually pulled away, going for your hand." I've never said this to anyone believe it or not, but I love you. I love you Y/N." You just looked at him, adoring everything abkut him. his eyes, lips, nose, everything. "I Love you too, Dork."

[softbunnyboo]

I'm at work right now but the other day was shot day and I'm horny so fantasy time. I see a lot of post about glory holes where your lower half is out for people to fuck you and stuff but I want to make it comfy!

"Hello welcome to The Den, how may I help you?" The lady at the front desk asked.

"Its my first day working and I can't remember how to get back to the stalls. Could you show me the way?" I asked shifting from foot to foot.

"Oh of course hunny, just tell what your stall number is and I can guide you." She said kindly.

"Um its 38." I told her.

And with that she led me through the halls of the building. People were in various states of undress, some people making their way to the showers to clean up and others like me on their way to their stalls.

"Okay this is the side that you'll get in and get out. We have an attendant on the other side of the wall to help get your legs in the stirrups once you're settled. Now remember you can keep your top half clothed if you like and you can wear thigh highs if you have them but we don't recommend it incase a patron rips them on accident." The lady explained as I crawled into the big roomy box.

I'm glad I spent the extra time decking out my stall when I was in orientation. I put a few faux fur blankets on the bottom which could be heated if I chose and strung blue fairy lights on the top of the box.

I took my pants off, folding them and setting them aside. I left my bunny themed thigh highs on despite the warning. Then I took my fuzzy blanket from my bag and put it over the top half of me.

Once I was ready I stuck my bottom half through the hole. Someone on the other side gently guided my feet into the stirrups and locked them into place.

"Alright remember your call lights if you need them and we'll be doing checks every hour to see if you need to use the bathroom or if you need to stop and eat." The lady reminded me.

"Mm I feel like I could fall asleep like this." I giggled as I cuddled down into my bedding.

The lady let out a laugh, "Oh you won't be sleeping for long sweetie."

With that she left and closed the door to the stall. For a while I let my mind wander about the people who would be coming to fuck me. I had wrote down on my application that I was okay with any gender, but that I wasn't okay with straight men or lesbians due to the fact that I'm a trans man and it was just better to avoid any confusion or dysphoria that way.

It was probably another ten minutes when I felt a large hand on my ankle. I jumped at the sudden but gentle touch and whoever it was let out a raspy chuckle.

"You're pretty cute from the waist down aren't you bunny boy?" The man complimented as he ran his hands from my ankles to the tops of my thighs.

I couldn't help the little wiggle at hearing "bunny boy" I always loved being called that.

At my little butt wiggle the man chuckled again before touching my boycunt.

"Mm, gonna have to get you wet first bunny. Alpha here is a big man." He cooed in his deep voice as he stroked my dick.

I let out a soft moan as he touched and played with me. I started to get wet and hot so I bucked my hips, hoping he'd give me at least a finger.

"Yeah that feels nice don't it? Don't worry I'll give your little pussy something to clench down on." Alpha promised and sunk a finger into me.

"Ahh!" I gasped. It was one thing to feel his hands on me it was another to have them in me.

"Good little bunny. Alpha is gonna have fun playing with you." He groaned as he stroked my insides.

I whined as another finger entered me. This guy was the embodiment of my size kink and I knew he'd ruin me for any other cock.

This went on for a few more minutes until I had four large and long fingers pushing in my pussy.

"Please, need it now." I begged as Alpha fingered me.

"Shh little bunny. I think you're ready now." Alpha responded.

He slid his fingers out with a slick noise and took his other hand off my hip. I heard the sound of a zipper and I wiggled, my pussy clenching around nothing making me whine.

"You're so small bunny." Alpha purred as he set his dick on top of me. His balls rested against my pussy and the tip of his cock was right beneath my bellybutton.

"Please." I whimpered, I wanted that monster thing inside me.

"Be good little bunny." Alpha chided.

He put the tip against my opening and I let out a little purr, happy that I was finally gonna get what I wanted.

Alpha pushed inside and I almost wailed. My back arched and I clawed my blanket nest below me.

"Easy bunny. Alpha still hasn't gotten all the way in." He grunted, as he continued to push.

"Too big." I sobbed. This guy had to be the largest thing I've taken.

The man stopped at that causing me to whine.

"Do you want me to stop?" Alpha asked seriously.

"Noo! J-just so-so big!" I whimpered.

At this, Alpha growled and plunged the rest of the way in.

"Oh sweetheart, you're a size queen aren't you? Gettin' all hot and whiny for some big cock." He rumbled as he slowly pulled out.

"Hhnn! Alpha!" I panted. I could only focus on the feeling of his cock inside me.

I felt my eyes start to tear up with how amazing I felt. I sniffled and moaned in turns.

"Yeah that's right bunny, cry on Alpha's cock while I split your tiny pussy in two hunny." Alpha panted as he started to thrust harder.

My eyes rolled thinking of how hard my dick was and how bruised my cervix was gonna be at the end of this.

I wiggled as the man pounded my pussy, wanting him to stroke my dick as he did.

"Oh does bunny want me to play with his little cock while I pound his little cunny?" Alpha cooed, voice sickly sweet.

"Pleaase Alpha? Touch me?" I asked around a sob.

"Such a good bunny baby." Alpha praised and started touching my cock.

"Haa! Aaahhh! Close!" I cried, the tension in my tummy rising.

"Hold it bunny. Alpha's not ready to knot you yet." The man growled.

At this I moaned and clenched down, trying to hold my orgasm at bay. I knew in reality that this god like man didnt really have a knot on his cock but if he did I would worship it.

Alpha hissed and his hips stuttered in their rhythm.

"You cum with me or not at all little bunny. You hear me?" Alpha bit out.

"Yes!" I wailed, twisting my body as much as I could, feeling so overwhelmed.

A few more agonizing thrusts and a constant string of growls from the man inside, had me on the edge of loosing my mind.

"Cum." Alpha ordered.

Mind, body, and soul, I was helpless to do anything other than obey.

I let out a very loud screaming moan as I came and squirted on the man's cock.

Alpha made sound that hold me he was biting his fist so as not to shout.

His dick flooded my insides with sticky hot cum and I let out a gurgling sound as my body twitched with aftershocks.

The man panted for a minute before slowly pulling out of me, some weak sound leaving my mouth as he did.

"Thank you little bunny." The man said sincerely.

"You're welcome." I answered feeling tired.

I heard the man tuck himself back into his pants and zip them up. I hummed andjust let my body relax after the pounding it just went through.