#Felt like I was in HS again going to the school nurse…

[iero]

Went to the ER last night (I mean it was like 10 PM) over my foot still hurting over several days and they told me what I already figured it was (a foot sprain) and they literally just said to prop it up/ice it up and take Tylenol as needed. Like thanks.

[mashas-rotting]

The Slytherin Princess

Chapter 1

Disclaimer, Everyone is 18+ in year 8 or 9 (Au where hogwarts has the option to go till year 10) MINORS LEAVE NOW

Tom riddle/reader

Chapter Warnings: pain, blood, orgasms at odd times, blood purity and discrimination, afab reader, orgasm count down (other chapters will have more warnings) maybe dead dove?? I don't think it's that bad but who knows

Description. Reader is a muggleborn Slytherin (with a pain kink among others) that pisses Tom off. She's given a week of detention where Tom terrorizes her. A fight leads her exposing some of her familial magic. After she confesses she's a pure blood but for reasons she doesn't say she has to keep it a secret. Tom agrees to an unbreakable vow and doesn't tell anyone either. He tries to forget about her after that but they are drawn to each other.

Y/n was sitting in potions bored and counting down the minutes till defense against the dark arts. Potions are fine, but they're just math at the end of the day, once you learn the formulas for the basics you can figure the rest out on your own. Defense against the dark arts is spontaneous, when the professor isn't a twat. It felt like true art to duel. Y/n always her toned magic down in school though, the professors get annoying if you show off. Most of the other Slytherins had no problem giving it their all especially since they heard you are a muggleborn.

As if on que, a paper plane slams into your h/c hair and explodes in green glitter, covering you and falling into your potion causing a small fire. You try to put it out quickly but professor Slughorn notices and sends you to the nurse to check for side effects after he puts out your cauldron.

On your way back to the dorms you pass Avery who smirks and says, "I figured you could use something to distract from your mudblood at the party tonight. Sadly, it seems the fire was out out before it could fix anything." He laughs and continues "I suppose if you put lipstick on a pig, it's still just a pig." You smile politely and calmly reply, "Very true. It's like when your parents pay the school to put you in the advanced defense against the dark arts, but you still repeatedly lose to a mudblood." Hs eyes burn through you with a rage and he draws his wand.

"I'd take ten points from your house for starting fights with upperclassmen, but I'd hate to punish the rest of Slytherin for your lack of etiquette. detention miss l/n. a week." Tom interrupts the two of you. Fuck. The last thing you needed was a week with the boy who hated you the most. The perfects took shifts holding detention each week and you were sure he'd see to it that he had this week. You'd never been paired against him in a duel but you suspected he was the only one you wouldn't have to hold back against. Tom turned to Avery and clenched his jaw before speaking. "It would serve you and those you associate with well to keep a low profile. I will not tell you again avery."

And that was how you ended up sitting in the transfiguration classroom with Riddle. "You'll be doing 5 write offs, then you may go to your dormitory." Tom said with a smile that made you uneasy. He'd always been handsome, dark curls, pale skin, almost black eyes, but his cruelty ruined any chance of an attraction. "What is the catch?" You ask carefully sitting down at a deck and pulling out your quill. Tom leaned over your desk slightly and handed you his own quill. "Use this one." Was his only reply. So you started coping the sentence he had written on the chalkboard.

"I will not start fights at Hogwarts with anyone, especially not with upperclassmen."

You got to the word "not" when a sharp pain on your wrist stopped you. Pushing your sleeve back you reveal the same words, in your handwriting, etched into your flesh as if by a razor. You gasp and look up. your e/c eyes meet his and he raises a brow. "Is there a problem?" Bastard. It wouldn't scar, you could just drink a healing potion, but without alerting the nurse you could only get a basic version that would take days to fully heal it and you wouldn't be able to get it till tomorrow. Of course he knew this, and of course he knew you'd never go to the nurse as that would be a sign of weakness.

"Not at all." You say with a smile, then continue writing "start fights at Hogwarts with anyone, especially not with upperclassmen." You rushed through. One. Each slice sending a new wave of pain through you. It wasn't too bad, it actually.... no it was just pain. You could separate this from other emotions. Regardless of what you told yourself, you were shifting in your seat. The room seemed to be getting hotter.

"I will not start fights" Your breathing was getting deeper. "at Hogwarts" Merlin help you. "with anyone" a shiver ran through you, your eyes glued to the paper. "especially not with upper class men." Two. There was a growing ache between your legs. You were in an internal battle to write faster and finish quicker, or write slower and feel it longer.

"I will not start fights" Your knees pressed together subconsciously. Did this fucker know what this was doing to you? you looked up to find riddles eyes locked onto you. His expression was blank. "Is it proving too difficult miss l/n?" Good, he doesn't realize. "No sir." Toms eyes darken at your reply. "Very well, finish quickly then." You hoped that wouldn't be happening. "At Hogwarts with anyone, especially" Shit shit shit. You could feel the dampness of your panties. Maybe you could use a cleaning spell without him realizing before you leave. "Not with upper classmen." Three.

Perhaps he wasn't the worst person you've ever met? Maybe this was a gift. Maybe he knew about your bloodline. "I will not start fights at Hogwarts with anyone, especially not with upperclassmen." Four. You whimper. Fuck you hope he didn't hear you. "What was that?" Tom asks, his face would appear genuinely concerned to anyone else, but you knew he intended to hurt you. "Nothing." You breathe the reply. Tom goes back to reading his book and you try to even your breathing and resist the urge to rock in your seat.

One left, you could do this. "I will not" your body felt like it was on fire. You wanted more. "Start fights at" you bit your lip to keep from making any noise. "Hogwarts with anyone" almost there. "Especially not with upperclassmen." Five. Electricity shot through you and you clenched you legs together as you came, biting your lip so hard you tasted blood. Waves of pleasure wrecked you until slowly, your body relaxed and pleasure faded and all you could feel was the sting of your forearm.

Once your breathing was under control you stood up putting your purse in your seat. Hopefully that would soak up any... mess... "Will that be all for today?" You ask. Tom closes his book. "Show me." You hand him the paper and he shakes his head. "Your wrist miss l/n." Asshole. You hold out your wrist to him and he looks at it for what seems like longer than he should. "I'm glad to see you can follow basic instructions. Yes, that will be all for today. Do not think tomorrow will be this easy. you may leave me now. " Gods he's such a dick.

You didn't know if you were more pissed at him for what happened or embarrassed by your own behavior. But that night you were thankful for the pain on your wrist/forearm.

[maybe-your-left]

In My Room

HS Ben Solo x Demon Reader... Happy Halloween sloots.

be aware this is a Halloween fic, there will be blood/gore/violence/and full-on delusions. Read at your own risk.

TW/CW: NSFW, bullying (Poe is Bens bully & I'm sorry to Oscar lovers but whoops), monster f*cking, Female reader, violence, blood kink, knife kink, breaking and entering, disassociation, voices in your head, depictions of murder, manipulation, overall this is a ride, mention of underage drinking/drugs, I might have a finger sucking kink if we are being honest, sort of slow burn, this is just a mess but I love it.

Inspired by: In My Room by Insane Clown Posse

"Solo!"

Ben blinked lazily to the left, eyelids heavy from another night of restless slumber. He wasn't able to fall asleep, nothing felt right, the covers weren't warm enough, too scratchy against his aching skin. Sweating all night but somehow freezing, he was too scared to sleep with his leg dangling off the edge after Rey played a trick on him.

But he needed some fucking sleep before-

"Heads up, fucking asshole!"

"Dameron!"

A basketball came flying at Ben's face, colliding with his cheek before bouncing off his comically large nose. Groaning out for everyone to hear before he clutched his cheeks, "Fuck-fuck-fuck," he gritted through his teeth.

Ben could not cry again, not in gym class. Everyone already picks on him for being so big and still fucking sucking at sports. But that ball hurt and now his nose is bleeding, he could feel it running between his fingers as they clutched his pale skin.

Breathing shallowly through his mouth, the sound of the gym teacher, Mr. Maul, in his ear. But it felt like ocean waves crashing against him.

Stiffening when he felt someone's hand on his shoulder, Ben's eyes darted over to the culprit.

"Are you okay?"

Some girl, Kaydel, hangs out with his little sister, was touching him. Looking at him with her big eyes, swimming with concern. But it wasn't for him, it was so the class could think she was a good person because she coddled the freak.

Ben swallowed harshly, trying to make his voice sound as big as he was instead of small and weak. Nervously rolling his tongue over his bleeding gums to taste the coppery substance that probably dripped down to the collar of his white t-shirt.

Mom was going to be so pissed when she did laundry.

"I'm fine."

"Boo-Solo! I told you a head's up!" Poe called from the opposite end of the gym, in a group with all his other tormentors. While Maul looked at him disappointed, another Solo accident to clean up.

"Fucking dude can't catch shit," one of his friends chuckled.

"Even with those huge hands, he fumbles like he's a toddler."

"Or a newborn deer."

"To the nurse, Solo. Miss Kaydel won't need to help you get there, I'm sure you remember the way," Maul rolls his eyes before calling the class back together.

Completely ignoring Ben as he slinks off through the creaky double doors to the empty school hallways.

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"What happened to your face?"

Rey sat in the front seat of Ben's car, picking at her backpack pins that decorated the zippers. He had waited for her, watching Poe shamelessly flirting with her in the parking lot.

While Ben iced his nose, no use trying to convince her Poe was bad news when no one believed that someone would pick on him. With his stature, everyone assumes that Ben picked fights with the smaller kids and no one says anything when he tries to explain himself.

Ignoring him and his problems.

He shrugged, moving his left hand to hold the pack to his face while he pulled out. Trying to stay quiet, his sister didn't give a shit, she had her own life to salvage. Separating herself from being 'Ben Solo's sister'.

They arrived at home in silence, the radio playing some random boy band Rey was in love with. All while sirens went off in Ben's head, imagining how nice it would feel to push back when Poe pushed him.

Every time it happens, he thinks how it would be different.

How easy it would be for Ben to punch him in his handsome face, but it would end badly.

Going home bloody and bruised, blamed for the carnage. Probably suspended, or worse, expelled from school.

That would really make mom proud of him when she barely speaks to him anymore. She's too busy with her prodigy, Rey, in all her AP classes when Ben struggles to focus on basic math.

He can't help it, he told her about the voices in his head. How he couldn't relax and doesn't have the span to pay attention and take notes, but she brushed him off as lazy.

Sometimes he just wants to scream at everyone.

Without realizing it, Ben was in his room.

Slamming the door shut in a huff before being enveloped in the quiet of his safe space. Bed messy and unmade, magazines scattered underneath, some of them crinkled and sticky in places.

He kicked a few of them back under in case someone decided to inspect his stash.

In the corner was his desk, computer chair pulled out where he left it when he was sitting there last night. Talking on his Discord, people who felt like him, all too far away to be Ben's real friends.

A suspicious bottle of lotion next to it, stolen from his sisters' stash, not for gross purposes. It just is smoother than his and she has so much of it, Ben wouldn't be caught dead buying that frilly brand at the store.

Not when Poe's minions work there, seeing him with ladies lotion?

Might as well ask to be punched in the gut.

He slumped down in the chair, creaking under his weight as he leaned back.

Next to his bed, conveniently along the wall because he likes to sleep with his back against it. Makes him feel safe, glancing out the two-story window.

There was a group of kids running around the street, giggling and laughing with one another as they played with a blue ball. Jumping into piles of leaves Ben raked for their parents the other weekend for some quick cash. Probably talking about the upcoming holiday and what they would do for it.

Ben would be doing nothing, hiding in his room.

Last year he was foolish enough to accept an invite to a party and ended up getting something slipped into his drink and was posted all over the schools' social media half-naked with sharpie penises on his body.

Lesson fuckin' learned.

After checking the lock on his window and the door, he pulled up his private browser.

Typing in his shameful desires with one hand while he unclipped his belt. Careful to not let it fall too loudly, Rey's room was next door and she didn't need to know he was a disgusting pervert.

He scrolled for a few minutes, trying to find his favorite video. The one he could probably see when he closed his eyes, knowing every time the actress on screen would moan or squirt.

Eyes crossed while her co-star shoved their cock in her cunt. Or her ass at the timestamp 12:53, if anyone was counting...

Ben grabbed his still soft length, smoothing from base to tip with a low grunt. He got hard today in Spanish 2 when Rose went up to talk to the class about making a banana split, he almost came when she peeled that fucking fruit.

Why his teacher okay'd that project, he had no idea but he was fucking grateful for the image to be added to his spank bank.

Sensitive from a day pressed against the seam of his boxers, Ben smeared on some lotion before pressing play. At the lowest setting, he watched with eager eyes as the camera panned in on her.

Sitting on the couch, playing with herself in some black and red panties. Biting her plush lips that Ben mirrored as she cooed to the camera about what a bad girl she was today.

"Yeah, you're a bad girl," Ben spoke under his breath.

His cock grew to full mast, watching in awe as she pulled off her panties. Greeting the viewers with her glistening cunt, hot little clit twitching from being ignored. What a bad-bad girl she was, touching everywhere but her hot little button.

Ben wished he was there to flick it with his fat thumb. Let it slide back and forth while he played with the plug nestled in her tight asshole. All stretched out, but nothing fucking it.

He tightened his fist around the head of his cock, spreading pre-come down the length before dipping a little lower. Sometimes he tugged on his balls while masturbating, only saving it for days he really needed release.

Well, that's today.

The actor came on screen, smacking her on the face a few times, smearing her spit along her cheeks. While she moaned dramatically, choking while he throttled her throat. Ben loved this part, where she stared at him like he was in control.

The only thing in the world she cared about, and he had it.

Ben could feel his orgasm coming, lightheaded from the tips of his toes all the way up to his sore face. Breathing heavily while he watched the actors fuck in so many positions.

Zooming in on her cunt as it gripped his length, Ben was a little bigger. She would love his cock, scream out for him to go harder, rubbing her clit faster, choke her more.

Maybe bite her shoulder for her to shut the fuck up, her master needed to use her and she needed to be his quiet little cumbucket.

Drinking all his cum, drain his sore fucking balls.

"Oh-shit! Fuck," Ben came at the thought, painting the hem of his shirt that he stupidly forgot to lift up in the process. "Shit-shit-shit."

Ben rushed to clean himself off, grabbing at a box of tissues he had thrown at the floor during last night's performance. Knocking the bottle of lotion over in a loud boom, panicked that his sister would hear he shot off his seat.

Pants falling to his ankles, softening cock flopping around while he tried to turn off the video. Hissing out fuck when he smeared cum on his keyboard. That thing wasn't cheap and now his 'm' key might be broken.

A loud banging on the wall made him yelp, "Can you shut that shit off? It's super gross!"

"Yup," Ben's voice cracked, red in the face as he scrambled to pull his pants back up. Giving up on cleaning himself in the process, he would just have to change.

He glanced at the clock, 5:30.

Not too early for a shower.

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Dinner was full of non-sense conversation.

Why is your nose so crooked?

Is it always like that?

You have a black eye, what does the other guy look like?

Did you retake your math test? Your teacher emailed me and said you were failing again.

Rey said you were on your computer until late last night. If that keeps happening we will have to take it away, it's distracting to her when she's trying to sleep.

Any word on colleges? It's weird that the neighbor boy got his already while yours are lacking, maybe you weren't accepted.

Ben just tried to blink through it all, he was old enough to not let the sentiments sink in. When sometimes it felt like a knife was plunged into his side, or Rey's fork, or his own that he was slowly stabbing into the meat of his thigh.

All he wanted to do was slink back upstairs and see the faces of random women get fucked, maybe play some APEX with his friends.

He would probably have to cut back on it since his last grounding lost him his headphones. Even though he bought them himself, mom still stole the things he earned with his own money.

My house my rules, young man!

He went back upstairs in a flurry, trying to shut the door in a more respectful manner when all he wanted to do was rip it off its hinges. Ben would just have to settle with screaming in his pillows, he sighed.

Rubbing his hands along his sore face, wincing a little over the bruising. If he pressed and it hurt, that meant he was still here and this wasn't a fever dream.

He had to be quiet for his sister, he had to think of her health instead of his own. She was more important, that's how they put it. Every day, all day, even on days when Ben does something good.

Got his driver's license? Great, you can take Rey to soccer!

Got an A in English lit? You need to tutor Rey, she is failing and can't figure it out. You might have to write her papers for her while she's away at the tournament this weekend.

Got your first job? Well, you'll have to pitch in for the family, you can't just spend it on things you want when we have to pay for all of these bills. Your sister needs to have a new uniform for school, and she's too young for a job.

You're a senior! That means you can help Rey find colleges, she has offers already and needs her big brother's help in finding the right one.

Ben trudged to his bed, sitting down on the edge in a slow exhale of strangled breath. Elbows on his knees while he ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends hard enough to let a few tears drop from his sunken eyes.

He couldn't get on his computer tonight, it would be better to lay down and try to get some sleep. Ben couldn't zone out in class again, especially gym class when Poe was looking for any way to topple him.

His face couldn't handle another 'accidental beating'.

Ben rolled onto his back, the top of his head skimming the wall on the far end. Too tall to fit any way he tried, meanwhile Rey had a queen bed, he still suffered from back pain with his creaky full-size mattress.

He glanced up at the window seal, "What the?"

The latch was undone.

Unlocked and pulled open just a little over an inch. Letting the cool fall air flood his room, a gush of wind pulling it wider and bathing his dark cave in a cold deep freeze.

Ben's brow furrowed, Rey wasn't in here, was she? Between his shower and going to dinner he was 99% sure she was in her room. It was unlikely she came in here after his performance earlier, she wasn't that stupid.

Dad came home after he got out, he remembered his hollering for Ben to come down and help him with the car. Which he ignored, he didn't want to spend his evening holding a flashlight over a hot engine while he yelled at him for not knowing how to fix hubcaps.

Mom brought home pizza, she was always home late and never made dinner anymore.

Ben sat up, tugging the piece back into place. Groaning in frustration when it wouldn't budge.

"What the fuck," he swore, tugging harder. He didn't usually use his strength, but right now it was fucking cold and he needed this to get fixed. He couldn't handle another night tossing and turning-

Caw!

"Fuck!"

"Dude-can you be quiet! I need to study!"

There's a fucking crow.

Staring at him, on the roof of his house.

Ben blinked rapidly, trying to see if it was real or a hallucination from his fucked up day. But no, there it was, cawing back at him when he tried to move to close the window.

Growing louder and louder, all while Ben tried to shoo it away. Afraid that he was going to be punished for making crow noises while Rey was trying to study, he could hear it now.

Make bird calls somewhere else Ben! We are trying to sleep!

"Please leave," Ben whispered.

To his surprise, the crow seemed to nod slightly at him. Maybe it was his imagination at that, but it flew off to perch on a nearby oak tree branch. Still staring at him while Ben tried to pull the window shut, successful, except for the latch not clicking shut.

He shrugged it off, burrowing down into his cold sheets and trying to fall into the deep sleep his body craved.

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TAP-TAP

"Hello?"

"Ben-Bennn-Benji..."

"Wake up sleepy head."

TAP-TAP

"Come on Benji, don't you want to let me in?"

"Ben!"

He shot out of bed with a scream bursting from his aching lungs, panting rapidly into the dark of his room. Ben blinked rapidly to see the landscape, illuminated by the full moon through his window.

There's his bag, hanging by his door, still locked and shut. Dresser, half opened with clothes sticking out of it, closet door broken on the floor and leaning against the closet from a rage last month.

Wiggling his toes under his black sheets, sticking out just a little from the edges. Ben watched as his toes shined in the moonlight, only to be eclipsed by something.

A shadow of gloom plunged his bright room into complete darkness.

Not the normal, average, everyday darkness.

An abyss of color.

He stayed stock still, trying to blink away the fear that shivered through him. Hair on the back of his neck, arms, legs, fuck even his nipples were standing at attention. While this darkness bathed his psyche, like a bath in onyx soap.

Engulfing him and everything he held dear.

TAP-TAP

"Are you going to let me in?"

Dead panning to the left, there in his window. The darkness spoke to him, holy shit.

He took a shaky breath, met with a cold fog from his parted lips from the cold rushing through his cracked open window.

"Hello, Ben."

"Holy shit."

There, in the window, was someone.

Blinking at him, and it wasn't his reflection. Big eyes lit up like the moon in a clear blue sky, constellations dancing across the edges as they bounced back and forth on Ben's face.

Leaned against the seal of his window was a woman, hair silken as it fell from the top of her head. Cascaded down to frame her face, she was...

Everything.

Ben's heart was at a standstill, watching her huff in annoyance at his antics. Still staring at her like she was an illusion, maybe she was? If he could touch her-

"Can I come in?" She pouted, pushing her bottom lip out and almost whimpering. Ben watched as one of her fingers traced the sill, long nails scraping the wood like it was butter.

How would those feel against his skin?

Ben shivered, unable to speak. His arms shot out to push his window open further, she smiled at him. Showcasing rows of shiny teeth almost pointed for the brief minute she flashed them before crawling into his room.

On his bed.

Across his bed...

"I'm so glad you're awake," she cooed, climbing across Ben's lap like a cat before settling down. Her thighs on either side of his own and slinging her arms around his neck like they were a couple. Ben stayed frozen, eyes wide watching her wiggle around to get comfortable like she had done this a dozen times before.

Ben hadn't had someone in his lap in a few years, and in a sexual sense? Only once when he lost his virginity to that senior girl when he was a sophomore.

Pitful and definitely on a dare because she looked at him like he was nothing while popping his cherry and ignored him after, but she wasn't as delicious as this woman.

Ben resisted the urge to reach out and lick her, she probably tasted wonderful. Phasma didn't let him do that, she pushed his face away when he tried.

"Oh-you want a taste?" She smiled at him, leaning forward enough for her breath to hit his face. Oddly cold for her body thrumming with warmth against him, "You can, later."

"I-I-I'm sorry? Do I know you?"

"Oh, so cute," a whine before she rocked on his lap, knocking the apex of her thighs against his pajama bottoms that were becoming uncomfortably tight. She moaned out at the feeling, "I've been waiting for this for so long, I'm so fucking glad you're awake, baby."

Ben nodded along, he wasn't really listening. All his blood was rushed to his crotch as she ground more. Ignoring the window being wide open, probably floating their collective sighs for the entire neighborhood to hear.

Her hands fell to his shoulders, digging into the tender skin with her nails. Ben hissed at the feeling, brow scrunched in pleasure that coursed through him. Just a little more of that and he would ruin these pants, she leaned forward more.

Shivering when her tongue flicked out and touched his throat. Shit, immediately it was cold, but it was wonderful. Lapping over the edges of his Adam's apple, seeking out his jugular vein in the process.

He could feel his heartbeat against her muscle, gasping for air as her mouth closed around him. A few gentle sucks before her teeth grazed the edge, Ben's hands shot out. Latching to her cold waist to try and gain some semblance of reality.

This couldn't be real, this bombshell of a woman was not kissing a hickey on his neck like she was trying to suck the soul out of his body.

Just a dream-just a wonderfully real dream that he could touch and squish and squeeze against his aching cock until he came.

He was so right earlier, he needed to go to sleep.

If this was his dream, then he never wanted to wake up.

"You're so eager, baby," She released his neck with a slick pop. Smiling down at him with her plush lips closed, he whimpered when her hand came to cradle the back of his head. Closing in a fist of his dark hair, Ben let a moan slip through his parted lips.

Staring at her as her face lit up with pleasure, Ben wanted to give her whatever she wanted. Just so she would keep touching him, it had been so long since he was caressed. The tips of her nails scratched the surface of his scalp while the pair fell backward to his mattress.

Ben felt like he was floating, listening to her purr while she roamed his body. Humming out as she inspected him, Ben let her do what she wanted. Rewarded with a kiss when she was pleased, he shivered while she traced every prominent up and down his forearms.

He gasped as she took his hand in hers, so small and dainty against his own.

"You know I've been watching you?" She peered through her lashes, holding Ben's fingertips so close to her lips. Her tongue flicked out for a moment to wet herself.

A harsh swallow, "Y-you have?"

"Mhm," Ben couldn't hold back the groan that rumbled from his chest when she closed her lips around his middle finger.

Feeling her tongue cup the pad, before moving down to the first, no second, "Fuck..."

Her eyes flashed to his for a moment, lips pulling into a sly smile while she took another in her mouth. Ben's fingers were slipping up and down the length of her tongue, tickling just the back of her throat.

He watched with eyes as wide as saucers while her saliva pooled at the base of his fingers. A sharp gasp when a droplet fell to his bare torso, her free hand dropped to the mess.

Rubbing the cooling spittle into his skin, soft and slow circles while she traced her way towards Ben's left nipple.

She sighed, "Do you want to know a secret?"

"Yes," he nodded, a small whine leaving his lips as she placed his wet hand down on the bed. Ben desperately wanted to know what she was going to tell him.

Her form crawled over his own, clutching the crinkling sheets beside his head. Ben whimpered again as she straddled his torso, the warmth from her core almost sizzling against his freezing skin.

Ben's lips parted as she leaned towards his face, mouths only centimeters away from connecting. It's all he wanted, just one kiss and then he could go to sleep. Something to think about all day at school, this dream would be everything, she was everything.

His world exploded, their lips smashing together. Ben couldn't hold in the moan when it happened, teeth clashing against his. He threw an arm around her, desperate to touch and hold her.

The moment he touched her, she froze.

Wiping back with his bottom lip between her teeth, almost shaking it like a pet with a chew toy. Ben pushed on her, but she wouldn't move, sinking her fangs into his flesh harder until he tasted copper.

Tears began to pool in his eyes, watching through the blurry mess as her eyes almost turned black before she ripped away from him.

Almost levitating by the window sill where he found her, folding her limbs into the small opening. She hadn't blinked, Ben's blood painting her chin before speaking.

"You belong to me now, Ben Solo."

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All-day Ben's been fighting a pounded headache, the worst one he's ever felt.

He could see his veins throbbing along his temples when he was in the bathroom before lunch, staring at his reflection.

Last night wasn't real, whenever he thought about it the pain grew worse. From a dull wailing to a full-blown siren, cars crashing against his skull. Over and over, and he had already taken the maximum amount of ibuprofen that the nurse would allow. She said it would pass and that he just needed to drink more water.

Well, he had been pissing all day, and still, it was there.

When he looked in the mirror, he was two things that made his skin crawl.

First, the bruising from his homemade nose job was completely gone, which was not normal. Usually, on day two the injuries would worsen and the pain would be unbearable. But no, Ben checked in every mirror and they were for sure gone.

Second, his lip was split open, right where her teeth had sliced through. Maybe he bit himself in his sleep from the dream-nightmare-and that's why it's there.

But it was swelling, almost like it was alive.

Poe made fun of him, saying that he had herpes because of how red and engorged it was at the beginning of the day. Ben felt a rage flicker through his body at the thought, where he pointed and laughed while their Physics teacher shrugged it off as boys being boys.

When he thought about Poe, his lip hurt more. Almost like it was egging him on to doing something he would regret. Instead, he dug his fingernails into his palms until the pain went away.

And the relief! Instantaneous, he would let everyone laugh at him if he could feel this over and over. And when he imagined taking out that anger on someone besides himself? Well, it was like the sore shrunk!

It was a weird day, he needed to just get home and go to bed. Maybe beg mom to take him to a doctor, theses new nightmares were new and if they were going to continue he was slightly worried for himself.

But, if he went to a doctor, then there's a chance that she wouldn't come back...

"Ugh," Ben groaned, his chest hurt now. Maybe he was having a heart attack, thinking about her and how her attitude changed when he touched her.

It was his dream dammit! He should be able to touch the mysterious woman who crawled through his window!

But no, he fucked it up like everything else.

Ben slinked out of the bathroom, trying to blend into the crowds of students rushing the hallways. Kind of impossible being one of the tallest kids in school, he hunched his shoulders, trying to appear small so he could go to his car.

He wouldn't dare go to the lunchroom, Poe would be there and Ben didn't want rotten food shoved down the back of his hoodie again. Mom wouldn't let him come home, because having dirty clothes was his fault for not doing the laundry enough.

Parked in the very back of the school, he locked himself away.

Backpack in the passenger seat and phone in hand. He scrolled through social media for a little, with the brief friends that he had, none of which lived near him, unfortunately. Replying to Discord, trying to just relax before he had to go in for P.E.

Ben scrolled for a while, getting lost in some girl's Twitter feed. She was on only fans, and he had been debating buying her page because he was disgusting and desperate for human interaction.

He clicked the link, prompting him to his Safari app. The website wasn't loading fast enough, "I have service," he gritted to no one.

"Come on-come on," all he wanted was to see some fucking tits, that was it. It didn't have to be this hard-

I thought I told you that you belonged to me now?

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"How'd you get that sore, Solo? Kissing someone's ass in your spare time?"

Ben grit his teeth, standing once again on the court of the gym. In his still bloodied shirt because he didn't want to give mom something else to bitch about. Poe was across him, about to tip-off, he was always chosen because he was tall.

Even though he fumbled with the ball every fucking time.

Poe grinned at him, nodding once again towards his face, "I can't imagine anyone would want to be that close to you. Even from here, I feel like fainting from how ugly you are."

"Shut up."

Both of them stilled, Ben had never spoken back to Poe when he taunted him. Opting to roll on his belly like big dogs at the park, trying to show that he wasn't a threat. In his head, he would swear and punch and scream all he could but in every scenario Ben never vocalized it.

But it just fell out and judging by the frown on Poe's face, he couldn't take it back.

The whistle blew, the ball in the air and Ben panicked. Trying to touch the fucking ball that had given him so many bruises before him. Barely grazing it and tipping it towards his team with a sigh of relief.

Poe was off towards another player, yelling at the other kids to get the ball, "Don't just fucking stand there! Get it, did you forget how to play?"

"Dameron! Stop swearing all the time," Maul whistled, moving his attention to Ben who was still standing there dumbfounded that he even touched the ball.

"Come on," he motioned to the crowd of kids at the other end, trying to get the ball back and shooting too far away like they were in the NBA, "You're supposed to put it in the net, Solo."

Well, he guessed this was happening.

Moving down the court, trying his best to dodge the others who were ramming into alongside one another. It was like they were feral, the scales tipping the balanced hold on the group's dynamic.

All because he touched the basketball?

Ben stared at Poe, snarling at his friends to pass the ball before they locked eyes. His lip suddenly felt like it was pumping in time with his heart, aching while they stared off.

"What are you staring at you freak?" Poe barked.

"Fuck you."

"Solo!"

"You can't talk to me like that," suddenly Poe was on him, clutching the stained collar of his shirt and yanking him down. Back hunched over while he snarled in his face, eyes wide and furious. Ben watched as his fist cocked behind his head.

Waiting for the inevitable blow, time felt like it was moving in slow motion. Hoping to god Poe didn't knock any of his teeth out today since he was mouthing off, and then it happened.

"Do it, Ben. Don't you want to show me how big and strong you are?"

And suddenly, Poe was on the floor.

Now Ben was over him, his hand wrapped around his small throat like he always dreamed and squeezing. He could feel his pulse thrumming underneath his chestnut skin, Ben's other fist collided with Poes jaw.

Bones crunching, a scream filling the echoing gymnasium while Ben pounded his fucking face. Ignoring the gasps, the whistle from Maul drowning out from the absolute euphoria Ben felt from his head to his toes.

Like he was walking into the ocean, letting the waves crash over his sore and battered body while it welcomed him with open arms.

Arms, yes it was like when she had wrapped her arms around his neck last night. Like he was important and that she would hold him like he craved.

Every time his fist crashed down on Poe's stupid fucking face, Ben felt her constricting around him. Like the hand around his throat, he tightened the grip, feeling his fingernails dig down until something felt like it was full to burst.

And then it all went dark.

-------

Han had to pick him up from school, stunned how he ended up in the principles office when the last thing he remembered was almost strangling his bully to death.

And now he was driving home. Looking down at his hands, they were shaking, but they always were. His right hand had some dried blood under the tips of his blunt nails, he didn't wash it.

Honestly, he didn't want to.

Seeing it made the headache go away, Ben hadn't felt it since the moment he told Poe to shut up. Placated, for the time being, Han's throat-clearing pulled him from his daze.

"So," Ben watched his dads' eyes dart to his lap before the road, "Are you gonna tell me what happened, kid?"

Ben shrugged, what would he say? There was nowhere to run, he did what was right and he felt good about it. "The voice told me to."

Han sighed, "Not this again, look kid. There are no voices in your head, you did this when you were younger for attention but now you're eighteen, and that Dameron boy could press charges on you."

"I'm not lying."

"We will see what mom says, but until then you aren't allowed in school for a week."

"Great."

And the headache was back.

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Ben laid in bed, staring at his ceiling while his parents yelled at each other from down the hallway.

Scratching his chest while he listened to them blame the other for Ben's behavior, how he was unstable and now everyone was going to think they had a psycho for a son. How would the neighborhood react? When big-Ben beat the wonderful Dameron boy?

He scoffed at that, if they only listened to him they would know why Ben snapped. It was very simple! He wanted to show that he wasn't weak or stupid or all the things that he was called, and he didn't feel one drop of remorse for it.

Which was strange, usually Ben would lay awake for hours agonizing when he made a mistake.

Getting sick to the stomach at the very thought of failing or making his parents upset, but it was gone now.

Everything he did was wrong already, and that felt good so it clearly was okay.

Rey had avoided him when she came home from school, just sticking her nose up when he said hello from the kitchen island. Eating a bowl of cereal, he wasn't doing anything to hurt her.

She didn't need to be fucking rude.

"Thats because she hates you, baby."

Ben jumped at the voice, sitting up on his bed to see the creature perched on his window sill. He could've sworn he locked it, but there it was, completely open to the darkening neighborhood lights.

He glanced to his bedroom door, which was still locked tight, a relief given his visitor was known to bite.

"Your lip looks like it hurts," She slinked closer, making herself at home next to him. Hands clasped in her lap, Ben was able to see more of her with the dim light.

Legs tucked under her bottom, she smoothed out the skirt of her outfit. A black and red sheer thing, it looked like the outfits from the videos Ben watched. It wasn't very warm given the cold temperatures when she came in, maybe that was why her body wasn't emanating warmth as she cozied to him.

Ben leaned away from her a little, slightly afraid. Racing back to his phone bricking itself after the strange messages, fogged of her secret she told him last night. How he belonged to her, which couldn't be real, no one wanted him.

But this was all a hallucination. Clearly, the event from today had broken him and now he was along for the fuckin' ride.

She smiled, leaning towards him to inspect his face. Pouting her bottom lip, "Can I kiss it better?"

"Uh-um," he stuttered, eyes flitting from her hooded lids as she moved even closer. "Yes, please. It hurts."

The last part he whispered, her tongue flicking out to lap at the wound. Another wave of relief like earlier, the pain was being sucked away with every lick of her cool tongue. Ben whimpered as their lips locked.

Tender, much softer than before. Slotted together like two pieces of a puzzle that he had spent so long trying to force to completion. Both sighing, Ben peppered soft kisses against her lips. Basking in the small sighs she exhaled each time.

He raised a tentative hand to stroke her shoulder, hovering as he remembered what happened before.

"Can I," he placed another kiss, "Can I touch you?"

She pulled away for a moment, glancing towards the offending limb before she popped her lips. "Is that the one you choked him with?"

"What?"

"Is that the hand that almost killed him?"

He looked towards it, flexing his fingers into a fist a few times. Popping knuckles in the process, "Yeah."

She cocked a brow.

Ben felt this urge to tell her more, seeing how it piqued her interest in a peculiar way.

"I still have his blood on it," he turned his palm over, showing her his bloodied nail beds. To his shock she gasped, grasping him before bringing it to her face.

Moaning before her tongue slipped out and licked at them. Ben was entranced, softly nudging his fingers into her small mouth. He wanted to shove them in, but she would probably bite them off.

Deepthroating two of his fingers, the scene made Ben painfully hard. He hadn't jerked off today, losing his computer after his fight, but this was enough. Watching her slob all along his hand, desperate to taste the blood of some random man she didn't know.

"I want you to tell me exactly what happened, " She pounced on Ben, flat on his back before she tugged him to be on top. Legs wrapped around his hips, Ben groaned at the sweet friction.

Her muscles twitched as he gave a small grind. Ben hissed as her fingers dug into his cheeks, drawing his attention back to what she asked for.

"I-um-first I told him to fuck off..."

"Yeah," she moaned out, pacing a firm kiss on his lips, "Wrap your fucking hand around my throat, do exactly what you did to him. I want to feel it, baby."

With a harsh swallow, Ben placed his shaking palm against her throat. Afraid to hurt her, but he didn't want her to leave, "I-I held him down to the floor, and I squeezed."

"Do it," she whispered, her eyes were rolling back in her skull. Ben carefully applied pressure, careful to not touch her artery in the process.

But he was having a hard time finding her pulse, but that could be because he was nervous...

A dark laugh made him stop, glancing back up at her and feeling frozen by her eyes. They were black again, like yesterday, grinning at him with rows of sharp teeth before she hissed.

"You imbecile, you won't find one because I'm already dead."

Rage coursed through him, how dare she call him that?

After everything she knew?

Without thinking, Ben closed his hand in a fist as best he could. Listening to her throat spasm under his flesh, choking, gagging, and laughing as he strangled her.

He watched as her eyes fluttered shut, nails grasped at his wrist, dragging long red lips that were deep enough to drip blood. Ben felt...

Power.

Raw power.

Like he imagined while on the computer, those poor girls wouldn't be able to handle how rough he wanted to be.

You imbecile.

You imbecile.

*SNAP*

Ben looked down, her entire body going limp in his hold.

"Oh my god," he dropped her, quickly leaping off the bed to stare at her corpse. Splayed out on his mattress, blood seeping from the crooked indent where his hand once was.

Soaking his sheets in her remains, Ben's right hand was wet too, dripping on his carpet.

"Oh-fuck," Ben ran his left through his hair, tugging hard on the ends like he usually did. Paced from left to right, he walked to his bedroom door, careful to not drip on the white wood. If his parents found blood in here they would flip out. He would be sent away, probably to the military or someplace worse...

Maybe even Uncle Lukes 'natural preserve' in the middle of fucking nowhere.

There was no movement on the other side of his door or the shared wall he had with Rey. Now, all he had to do was hide her body before anyone came looking for her. He could slip out with her in the morning after everyone left. Unless they were planning on babysitting him tomorrow, he couldn't walk out with a limp black body bag in his arms and not have any interrogation.

He had to get rid of it now.

Ben spun on his heel, only to see that no longer was she a corpse. But sitting upright on his bed, batting her eyelashes like she was the sweetest little girl anyone had ever met. Licking away at the blood that she collected on her fingers.

"Ready to play some more?"

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Okay so, there's a dead woman who visits me at night...

Ben groaned into his hands, seated at the dining room table. Surrounded by his school work for the week, since he was officially not allowed back on school grounds. The SRO was considering putting him on a 'hold' which was weird for an officer to suggest to a school.

Ben was 99% sure only doctors could do that, but mom won't take him to a doctor.

Last night escalated in a way he didn't imagine, she was dead. Completely, he had crushed her throat with his bare hands, felt her spinal cord snap. That was a sound he couldn't forget, even if it was drowned out by the buzzing of white-hot rage from her taunting.

She shouldn't have pushed him, he was being so good for her and she knew that he didn't like being called names. But she did, and she fucking liked it?

Maybe he liked it too.

He shook his head, no. No, he did not like hurting people, this was all just a misunderstanding, he would apologize to her and to Poe forever trying to fight back.

Maybe grovel at Dameron's feet so they wouldn't take him to jail for pulverizing their son. Apparently, Ben did severe damage, the fight even made it on the local news this morning. Some reporters outside of the city building where his mom worked to ask her to comment on her deranged son.

Obviously, she had no comment.

She had told Ben to stay in the house today. He wasn't allowed to open the front door for anyone, go in the garage, or even open the curtains. Serial killer rules, something she used to say when he was little and had to be left alone.

Well, now the rules weren't to protect him.

It was others she was worried about.

Ben slid off his chair, leaving his pre-calculus homework to fret over another day. The symbols didn't make any sense anyway, so he was better off not doing it since he would receive a shit grade no matter what.

Trudging up the stairs to his bedroom, but he halted. Looking down the hall at his parents' double doors. If he was careful, he could probably snatch some of his stolen property. That way he could watch something other than daytime television in the living room.

They would be so pissed if he went in there though...

"What? You're afraid of your parents, now?"

Ben's head snapped behind him, half expecting to see her at the landing of the stairs. But there was nothing there, except for a dark shadow from a palm plant in the corner.

Looking a little darker than usual.

Ben squinted, swearing for a moment it moved. Shrugging it off as nothing, he was probably just tried. He looked back down the hall, swallowing slowly, "No, I'm not afraid of them..."

"It sure looks like it, too afraid of Mommy and Daddy to get what you want."

"No-"

"What belongs to you."

Yes, it does belong to him.

Ben's feet carried him down, swinging the doors open in a flurry before he zeroed in on the chest at the base of his parents' bed. When he was little, he would rummage through there for things they took from him. Because he was bad or needed to be punished. Taking away everything he loved, even them.

Quickly, he threw open the crate. Greeted with some folded blankets, Ben huffed in annoyance. Casually throwing them on the floor, he probably should be more careful. He wasn't great at folding but judging by the sight of them, his mom didn't use them often.

Underneath was a box, a lock on it with a code. Black and sleek in its shape, Ben hesitated on it, thinking what could be inside. Most likely documents that his dad would lose in the office if he was allowed to have them, or something expensive that Rey and he weren't allowed to see.

He pushed it to the side, whatever was inside clinked like loose change in someone's pocket. Ben frowned, pushing it a little more to decipher the noise, but he couldn't figure it out. Plus there was a lock, and he wasn't good with cracking codes.

After pushing and yanking items out, he found his laptop. Along with his computer tower which was nestled in a blanket. It was dark blue and frayed, little stars all over it, some spots were almost weathered away from rubbing against something.

He brought it to his face for a moment, touching his cheek. Instantly feeling a sense of relief, "So soft..."

Ben bundled up everything as best he could, cringing at his shitty folding job. But he could close it so out of sight out of mind, the small blanket slung over his shoulder. Against the skin of his neck, he really connected with it, for some reason.

Items under his arms, he waddled down the hallway, his tower was fucking heavy. Shocked that his mom carried it without incident, Ben shuffled the items in his arms, holding out a shaking hand to open his door.

Click

"Shit."

He tried again, the knob unrelenting against his now sweating palm. Did he lock it before going downstairs? He's never done that before, it's his only safe space... Ben can't be locked out?

He can't, that's where he feels okay, no-no-no...

"Why don't you come downstairs and play?"

Down went Ben's laptop, hissing as it hit the hardwood on its edge. "Fuck-fuck, please don't be broken," he chanted, setting down his tower before wrenching it open. Letting out a small breath when there was no crack on the screen.

Ben glanced up towards the voice, seeing the shadow from earlier was nearly invisible. Like there was no longer someone standing there, he gulped.

Walking down the creaking stairs as slowly as he could. Blanket and laptop clutched to his chest while he shook.

Over the edge of the couch, Ben could see her. The back of her head barely cleared the cushion. But it was unmistakable, even though he had only seen her in the dark, no one else would be here.

A melodic hum came from the other side, "Are you going to sit with me, baby?"

A tremor shivered through Ben's entire body like the temperature dropped in his house. Had it gotten darker? he wasn't allowed to open the curtains, maybe there were clouds?

He rounded the couch slowly, breath hitching at the sight of her. All normal, fucking gorgeous, it made his chest hurt. Smiling up at him with her glistening lips, there were flecks of gloss on them today. He smacked his own, maybe they were flavored, what he would give to taste.

"What were you going to watch on your computer," she nodded slightly towards his arms.

"Uh," he cleared his throat, he wasn't sure what to say. Ben was going to bring it to his room and stroke his cock until he passed out from dehydration, but that wasn't something girls wanted to hear. Right?

"Are you afraid to show me? After you snapped my neck last night?"

"That was an accident," he blurted, suddenly feeling defensive.

"Hm."

She spread her arms out over the cushions, looking down at her lap coyly before she whispered, "I thought a big man like you wouldn't be afraid to show his desires, to take whatever he wants... but..."

Ben shoved his things onto the nearby chair, rushing her in a flurry of emotions. Hurt, lust, anger, fucking rage, pushing her with a hand around her throat once more flat on her back.

Not even thinking for permission, bringing his lips close to her ear. Practically growling while she struggled under his massive form, legs pinned between his thighs. His own voice was foreign on his ears as he rasped.

"You know I can take whatever I want."

The two locked eyes, Ben watched as she panted for breath. If though he knows she was killed just last night, something was so fucked up about it all. But she as letting him, her hands fell to his shoulders. Tugging him closer, whispering against his lips, "Do it."

That same voice.

"Do it, Ben."

He didn't know what came over him, his body on autopilot. Tearing his fingers through the slim threads of her clothing. Greeted by the sight of her breasts, bouncing in his face. Ben moaned at the sight, so soft, delicate, pert nipples rubbing against his chest.

Sitting upon his knees, Ben released her throat. Fixated now on this new flesh, she opened her mouth to speak but couldn't get it out. Ben smacked his palms down on her tits, hard. A howl of pain left her lips, eyes squeezed shut tight.

He repeated it, loving how the flesh rippled while he landed more and more. Ben remembered seeing this in a video, loving how the actress reacted, but hers was so much better.

Watching how the skin irritated, bruised. He switched his tactics, moving to strike just her nipples, tugging hard on the stiff buds until she cried in pain. Arching her chest into his hands, whispering out his name like a song.

"Please-please Ben, more!"

"You want more," he echoed, leaning over her open mouth. He wasn't sure what made him do it, but a trail of spit left his lips before he could think. Feeding it into her mouth, "Swallow."

Her eyes opened, full contact while she gulped down his spit. A shiver ran through his body down to his throbbing cock, ripping his hands away from her to fumble with his belt.

Her lips needed to be around his cock, even at the chance she would bite his dick off.

She purred at his movement, "You want me to taste you? Suck your cock?"

"I don't care if you want to," he gritted, "You're going to like a good girl."

Her mouth formed a pretty 'o', flashing down as he pulled out his rigid length. Ben scooted forward on her chest, her shoulders scrunching by her ears so he could fit. He should probably reposition, but he couldn't find it in him to move.

Not when he was able to rub the tip of his swollen cock along her lips, feeling her cold tongue flick out and taste him. Ben moaned, canting his hips forward, nudging inside the small opening and filling her mouth with the head.

She sucked a few times, eyes falling shut in a sleepy haze. Ben felt sleepy too, all the sounds in his head were gone when she swirled her tongue, cupping the underside of his tip cradled by it.

He thrust forward, pushing a few inches in her without warning. The sheer girth gagged her immediately, but Ben didn't care. Like a man possessed, his words didn't sound like his own.

"I'm so excited to hear the sloppy, wet sounds your little throat is going to make when I choke you."

She popped off, an awkward angle of her wrist gripped the base of his cock. Squeezing until he felt dizzy, Ben steadied himself with a hand on her forehead. Digging his nails through her hair, staring up at him wickedly.

"Please," a broken whine followed her words, and who was he to deny her?

Ben shot off the couch, standing beside her for a moment before he collected her hair. Plunging his cock inside her mouth, both of them moaning in unison.

Looking down at her face, brows pulled up in pure bliss. Eyes closed, and mouth open like she belonged there. And she did, sucking his cock from base to tip, foamy spit collecting around the edges of her stretched hole.

Fucking her throat a few more times, he thought about what he wanted. He wanted to cum, which was growing closer as she sputtered along his length, but he wanted to cum somewhere else.

With a palm on her forehead, he pushed her back. Back arching over the edge of the couch. Whining pathetically, "What, no-no-Ben!"

He stepped to the sit, pointing down at the carpeted floor between the couch and the coffee table.

"Hands and knees, ass up. Now."

She melted to the floor, eyes growing darker as she glared before obeying. But she was too slow for his taste, swiftly kicking her down to her face. He heard her snarl into the fibers, but still displaying herself for him.

Ben's hearing was going fuzzy anyway, if she did say something he wouldn't hear it. Right now, he was looking directly at her pussy, wet and clenching through the now sheer fabric of her panties. Hugging her sex until it was see-through, Ben gripped thong.

Yanking hard enough to lift her backside off the floor in a yelp, ripping it apart at the seams.

"Fuck!"

Ben collapsed to his knees, sweaty palms on her cheeks to spread her open. He had never seated someone out before, but he couldn't resist. Sticking his tongue in her waiting hole, licking a long stripe along her slit while she wailed.

Rocking her hips back in his face, Ben slurped away her juices, coming out of her like a broken faucet. Bringing two fingers up to her entrance before jamming them in, "Mother of Fuck!"

Ben chuckled at her yelping, funny how this was the same creature that begged him to choke her out last night. Now at his mercy in a much more delicious way, twisting his wrist until her pussy could take another finger. He wasn't stopping until he was balls deep inside her.

Ripping his fingers out, fumbling with his pants around his hips. Pushing them down to his thighs so he was a little less clothed. She shook her hips, impatient with him.

"I'll give you attention, " he mused, "Good girls have to wait for what they want."

She shot a look over her shoulder, making Ben's ice turn cold. Her face was pulled in a snarl, eyes now completely devoid of color.

"Just fucking do it!"

Ben didn't hesitate, pushing his cock inside her twitching walls. Already resisting something so large, Ben let out a scream from the clenching massaging his length. Her pussy splitting for him, Ben looked at her face once again.

Her skin was changing color, to an almost ashen gray. With her veins turning a dark blue on her cheeks. Spreading from her eyes and streaking down like tear tracks. For a second, Ben felt like stopping to see if she was okay.

But her words took that thought and threw it in the trash.

"You little shit, just get on with it before I fuck you myself."

And he was done.

Throwing his hands forward to hook fingers on both sides of her face. Scrambling to reach her shitty fucking mouth, antagonizing him all the fucking time. He slipped his middle finger to catch her lips, prying them apart in a gnarly snarl that was anything but human.

Yanking her back with a fervor he had never felt, all the blood rushing to his cock as she sucked him in even further. All he could do was fuck, ignoring how his vision was blacking out. All the lights in the room dimmed, almost spiraling around the one thing that mattered.

Her, being inside her.

He would do anything to feel this power again, whatever she wanted.

All she had to do was ask, and he would follow blindly. Just to feel her velvet pussy around his aching cock, filling her under he was sure he had broken something.

His strength pulled another sickening snap of her neck, but this time she didn't go limp. Instead, she chanted, yes-yes-yes-more-more!

A crunch focused his vision down to their bodies, connected by his cock. Pain now radiating from his hands, like a fire blazing up his arms until it reached his chest. She whipped her head from his grasp, revealing how the tips of his fingers were gnawed on. Somehow flipping herself over in the process.

Ben was on his back, her hand threatening around his throat as the pain grew. Only dulling when she sunk back down his cock, clenching at the base as she moaned out for all of the neighborhood to hear.

"You wonderfully, silly silly boy," her voice was tight, face still crumbling like it was stone. Her fist tightened around him, delirious from being choked in two ways.

"You'll do whatever I want for me?"

Ben whimpered, nodding pathetically. He was so close to cumming, it's all he could think about.

She grinned, "Whatever I ask? Anything in the world, just so you can feel me?"

"Yes, please, I'll do any-anything..."

She slammed down his length again, groaning as his balls tightened towards his body. He was about to cum, right in her hot fucking pussy, she just needed to do that one more time.

"Ben," she sang.

He opened his eyes, panting through his open mouth. Seeing her complexion return to normal, so pretty, so beautiful, he strained forward. Wanting to kiss her supple lips.

"You won't question what I ask of you?"

"N-no-never."

"No matter what?"

He almost cried, she was just circling her hips now. Absolute torture he could care less what she asked for, if she would keep touching him it would all be worth it.

"No matter what," he parroted.

"Excellent."

And he was a goner, cumming with such intensity that he felt like he passed out. Pumping her pussy full of cum while she moaned. Pushing her chest into the air, hands landing on his knees. He looked down at their bodies, spying a small bulge from where he was nestled.

Spurting out more cum at the sight, he wished he had his phone to take a picture.

She stood from him with a slick pop, some of his spend sliding down her inner thighs before she stepped over him. Grinning down with her teeth on full display, Ben caught his breath. Thinking about what just happened, his brain wasn't fogging like it normally did.

Instead, it was just her.

She leaned down, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead.

"You're such a good boy."

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"Leia," called dad from upstairs.

Ben was sitting at the table, surrounded by his homework and his confiscated laptop. Mom had scoffed when she found him on the floor of the living room, thankfully his pants were pulled back up. That would've been embarrassing, to be found like that.

Eyeing his loot that he wasn't supposed to have. Mom told him to sit at the table while she made dinner, so he did. Fitting off a swimming headache again.

Nausea flooding his very movements, the image of your ashen face bouncing around his skull. Terrified of what he had agreed to, but when he thought about disobeying your demands he felt like something was plunging into his heart.

"What's wrong, Han?"

Dad's footsteps came down the stairs, stopping a few feet from where Ben stared at him. Fear, yes his dad looked at him in fear. That was definitely new, looking back at mom before he spoke.

"I was just wondering if you moved the safe..." his eyes darted back to Ben, mouthing out something that he could understand.

Mom scoffed, "No, I didn't touch your gun safe. You probably put it in the garage."

Gun safe?

Ben looked over his shoulder, startled to see mom staring directly at him. He clutched the navy blanket closer to his lap, catching her attention for a brief moment.

"Well, we better find it, Leia. Before it gets in the wrong hands."

"He means you, baby. They think you stole from them."

"I didn't take it," Ben blurted without thinking, looking down at his homework before his parents moved in on him. But all he heard was awkward shuffling, stiffening at someone touching the top of his head.

Ben looked up, mom wasn't looking at him. "I know, Ben."

"Lying to mommy, what a bad boy?"

"What?" Ben blurted once more, whipping his head to the side to try and find her. The voice was there in his head, but where the fuck was she? She had called him a good boy earlier, he didn't do anything wrong...

He started to sweat, breathing shallow while his mom rubbed the top of his head like she did when he was younger. But it felt like nails on a chalkboard, quickly scrambling out of the chair and past his parents.

Blanket tucked to his chest.

And that's how he slept, that night, and the following four nights.

Waking up with a fuzzy static in his ears, his window always angled open. Each morning he found sores along his body, yesterday he had trails of red along his legs.

Like something was trying to drag him out of bed.

He hadn't heard her voice since that day.

And he missed her, terribly.

Unsure if he could handle going back to school without her guidance, she was there to tell him everything he did was okay. He didn't want to make a mistake while in class, what if he gets picked on even worse and he doesn't retaliate?

Does she not want him anymore?

Because he's weak?

He whimpered in bed, curled onto his side, and stared at the door of his room.

Everyone was getting ready to leave for the day, not paying attention to him. He was truly alone, all over again.

That made him mad, so fucking mad.

Whipping out of bed, dressed in just his boxers and a t-shirt he burst from his room and down the hall. Listening for any signs of life downstairs, glancing by the plant by the stairs. The shadow was darker today, maybe it was a good sign.

His heartbeat a little at the thought, maybe if I look for her, she will come?

Or if he shows her how devoted he was to her.

Ben thought about his interactions, all of them centering around him doing whatever she wanted. The last time being a violent fucking, his cock stirred at the memory, and that was triggered by him getting in trouble.

Behind him, a door creaked open.

He slowly deadpanned around, gulping when the hall closet door was inching open. Darkness pouring out of it, like all its contents were stained with the gloomy black of her soul. Ben heard the garage door closing, the house falling silent except for his heavy breathing.

"H-hello?"

Ben held his blanket closer, rubbing at the frayed edges. Mom told him that this was his childhood blanket. She never asked where he found it, just looking at him suspiciously when he held it around the house. He didn't like putting it down, it felt like the last good part of him.

Crash

A box fell from the closet onto the floor, staring straight at him like it was looking through him.

Dad's safe.

"Do it."

Ben jumped, almost crying at the small voice. "Where are you?" He whispered, desperate for her guidance.

"Take it, you know the combination my sweet boy."

He crouched on the floor, hands shaking and sweaty as he fumbled with the lock. Four digits, he thought for a moment and put in a code, gasping when it worked. The click of the latch opening was deafening over the still air.

Ben carefully took out the weapon, spying ammo around before he looked behind him. Zeroing in on the shadow, "What do I do now?"

"What feels right."

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Ben was sitting on his bed, the gun in his lap. Wrapped in the blanket as he stared out the window. Watching the neighbors walking around, kids laughing and playing like they were every fucking day.

Only Ben was focusing on someone specific, the Dameron family. Three houses down, Poe was back from the hospital. He had watched him enter the house a few hours ago, bandages around his neck where Ben's hand was imprinted.

He chuckled at the thought, knowing that Poe was scarred from him made him feel good.

His fingers twitched around the barrel, remembering how many rounds were left in it. He had taken it to the woods yesterday, practicing, for tonight.

He would do anything for her.

The lights dimmed outside, street lamps barely illuminating the sidewalks. Ben looked down, seeing a shadow standing at the end of the Dameron driveway.

Ben would know that shadow anywhere, she raised a hand. Waving at him before her voice echoed in his ears, "Show me how much you love me, Ben."

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With his backpack on, he walked out of the house. Completely dark outside, the air was chilly but he wasn't cold. Focused on one thing and one thing only.

His love.

Ben kicked in the front door, not caring about the noise, none of them would survive anyway. A light beeping filled the house before he kicked the door shut with a heavy boot. He stalked down the hallway, seeing how the house was decorated so differently than his own, family photos all around. Poes cleats on the floor, along with a bag.

He pushed it with his foot, only stopping when he heard a thud from upstairs. Ben smiled, hearing a muffled voice, "Did you hear something?"

Yes, yes you did Poe.

He walked to the base of the stairs, standing like the same shadow he was trying to impress. Ben grabbed the weapon from his bag, checking that the safety was off before storming up the stairs.

The closer he came, the more the voices panicked, and then a door swung open and Ben didn't hesitate.

The gunshot rang in his ears, followed by the loudest scream he'd ever witnessed, but he didn't care.

The simmering rage that Poe brought him was mixing with the bliss of finally taking it out was intoxicating.

He kicked in every door of the house, growing angrier the longer it took to find the others. Stepping into the large room at the end, over Mr. Damerons blown-out skull.

Ben's boot crunched on the floor, slicked with his blood, and purred at the sight.

In the corner, was Poe and his mother.

Clutching one another.

"Holy shit, Solo!" Poe rasped, shaking terribly at the vision of black before him.

His mothers' voice was wavering like a leaf, "B-b-b-ben, what ar-are you doing?"

"I'm here to kill you and your son."

They both gasped, and Ben pounced, opting to use his bare hands to take them on. He didn't remember finishing off Shara, but he remembered chasing Poe down the halls.

All the way to the kitchen, Ben let his bag fall to the ground. Reaching in for the last item, wanting to make the last blow count, that there was no more Ben for Poe to hurt.

Pushing him down to the floor, repeatedly beating him. Spit flying as he called Poe every fucking thing Ben was called. Making sure he knew that he did this to himself, that he deserved it after all the years he made Ben's life a living hell.

Lips blue as Poe rasped out his final words.

"Fucking psychopath..."

And the last thing he remembered before the police flooded the house, was wrapping his childhood blanket around Poes bruised fucking neck until it snapped.

Cackling while they tore him away, leaving it soaked in his tormentors' blood.

Ben watched from the backseat of the police car as his mom and dad stood on the sidewalk. Rey standing in front of them, face streaked in tears and wailing. Ben mocked her bottom lip, laughter bubbling up as he felt better than ever.

Thanking whatever gods there were, for the creature that visited him.

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Happy Halloween, here is the link to my Ben Solo masterlist and my Mega Masterlist. Be safe and don't murder your neighbors!

[apocalypticgargoyle]

hello bestie! can i request an imagine where you're friends with george and you're both having a sleepover and he suddenly wakes up from a nightmare so u comfort him and he says "i thought u were leaving me" so he needs to explain his feelings the next morning cuz u guys never talked about it and end up kissing? thank u soo much 💓

*ben shapiro voice* let’s say hypothetically there are hs reunions in the UK. also just pretend that George and the reader had the same status as the guys from the Inbetweeners. 

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒. ♡ 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

warnings: none :)

It felt strange to be sleeping in George’s childhood bedroom again. Honestly, the last thing you were expecting for this weekend was a road trip home and having to face your high school class again. It’d been a struggle for you and George to convince each other to go, finally deciding that it would be better to go together than to suffer alone. 

Since you’d moved in next door after turning eight, you and George had been inseparable. From dances to sports to first kiss experimentation, you and George were glued to the hip. Most of your graduating class had associated the two of you together so much that if you were sick, they couldn’t even remember George’s name and vice versa. 

So there you were, fingers curling into George’s sheets as you stared up at a poster from some video game you fondly remembered him fanboying over years prior. Your mom had moved away, which is why the two of you were sharing body heat like you were fourteen again. You honestly didn’t mind, it was almost comforting in a way. 

George stirred beside you, his face twisting into a furrow at whatever he was dreaming. You rolled to your side, watching him seemingly debate something in his head. As his fingers fisted the covers, you realized he was having a nightmare. 

You inched down to his level, slipping your hand into his free one, and whispering his name softly to draw him from his turmoil. His hand wrapped tighter around yours as his eyes fluttered slightly with a groan. He sighed, pressing the back of your hand to his cheek lazily. 

You wet your lips. “Sorry, I thought you were having a nightmare,” you muttered quietly, trying not to wake the rest of the members in the house. 

He smiled softly. “I was, thanks,” he matched your tone. 

You brushed your thumb against his hand, the warmth of his breath on your skin sending a slight blush to your cheeks. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You offered. The darkness of the room was only cut by what could get through his curtains, making his face look almost younger and unidentifiable. Your mind flashed to when the two of you used to stay up for the awful marathons of made-for-tv horror flicks. 

You could almost taste the candy that you’d taken from your siblings, sharing with George as the two of you spread out to commandeer his living room. You’d always make ridiculous forts if you hosted, taking up most of the lower floor of your house. When it was his turn, his mother always ordered a bunch of food for the two of you to get sick on as you stayed up until the early morning hours when his dad would start getting ready for work. 

George sighed again, leaning further against your touch and allowing his eyes to drift shut, his long eyelashes tickling your skin. “I thought you were leaving me, my love,” he whispered, barely audible enough for you to hear. 

You furrowed your brows. Before you could ask him what he meant, he was already dozing off again, leaving you to plunder what he’d meant for the rest of the night. 

You stood in the kitchen, nursing a cup of tea as his mom bustled around, getting ready to leave for work. Since you and George had gotten in later the previous night, this was the first time you were getting to see her since Christmas, so she invested heavily in what you were up to back home and how your mother was. George finally strolled into the kitchen, pouring himself a cup as well as he stood behind you, the pair of you watching his mother zip around like a little bee before wishing you both luck at your reunion. 

George yawned beside you, leaning against the counter. You turned your head to him. “Can we talk about your nightmare?” You asked almost blatantly. 

His eyebrows perked up. “Yeah, what about it?” 

You chewed the inside of your cheek. “What did you mean, I thought you were leaving me?” You questioned, wasting no time pussyfooting around the topic. Pink rushed to the tips of his ears as he chuckled lightly. 

The same look was plastered on his face when you told him he was taking you to prom and that you’d tell his mom if he backed out. 

He kicked the ground with the end of his slipper. “I don’t know…” he sighed. “I had a dream that you were hooking up with one of my friends or something I guess…” he mumbled. 

You scoffed. “And what would be the harm in that?” You hoped to pull out his confession. You knew he liked you. In fact, you had known since the two of you were sitting in a math class when you were sixteen and George always blushed heavily when someone would joke about the two of you dating. 

You’d previously thought he knew you were in love with him as well, and that’s why he’d never denied any of your classmates’ accusations. 

“Well, I like you… I know it’s weird because we’ve known each other for so long, but I think I’ve always been into you and-” you cut off his rambling almost instinctively, grabbing the front of his hoodie and tugging him down to your height. 

A breath was passed between the two of you before you pressed your lips to his, bringing back the feeling of giddiness that used to spark within you at the mention of his name and the love that it’d blossomed into. The taste of mint and tea blurred with your chapstick as his hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to his body. 

That night, the two of you would show up hand and hand, predictably according to your classmate’s standards. 

[jerzwriter]

McMonday - Exex Timeline - Tobias & Casey Edition

More info below:

Casey:

I only used relationships that lasted at least 6 months, or had a serious impact on her life. Her relationship with Ethan technically only lasted days (physically), but the emotional toll was much greater.

Ryan was her HS BFF turned boyfriend, it was a sweet, loving, but not very serious relationship. He's a teacher/coach in her hometown and they're still friendly.

Casey believed Tomas would be the one who got away. They had the real thing and, if she hadn't met Tobias, maybe they would have found their way back to each other.

Jessica and Casey could have been more, but they were both hurt by recent breakups and knew residency was coming soon, so they never allowed it to become more.

Jeremy and Casey were a similar story, they got along so well and had great chemistry, but she knew she wouldn't be there long. He was secretly hoping she'd take a residency in Philly and they could try for more, but it wasn't meant to be. Ironically, Jeremy and Tobias were old Howard friends. None of them realized this for some time.

Bryce and Casey had a brief friends-with-benefits arrangement during intern year, but she called off the benefits when she started falling for Ethan, even though she didn't think she would ever be with him. She just didn't feel right sleeping with one person while having feelings for another.

Ethan and Casey had a strong bond/attachment from the day they met and she truly fell for him; he fell for her too, but when he ended up being rehired at Edenbrook after their brief tryst, he said they could never be. Casey would have fought, until he left for the Amazon without telling her, leaving her to find out with everyone else. Heartbroken, she struggled to go on. When he returned demanding a reset, she told him there was nothing to reset. Her self-respect wouldn't allow for less. It took time, but they eventually fell back into a close friendship.

Casey had a few casual relationships in addition to these, but nothing to speak of.

Tobias:

Tobias didn't "rate", he didn't feel it was fair. He never took any relationship truly seriously until Casey, and many of the relationships here were merely sexual arrangements with people he wasn't all that fond of in any other way. Conversely, he had failed relationships with Kerry and Sasha, who are now his dear friends, so he didn't feel comfortable rating.

Kerry has been his friend since they were toddlers, and they're still best friends today. They dated briefly in high school but both realized they were too young, their families were too invested and they were better as the best friends they were.

Kara was a great woman, but Tobias did not want to be held down. He asked to see others, she said keep walking.

While he fell for Vincenza, she chose Ethan and Tobias decided it was just as well, because he didn't want to limit himself. That's when he met Mandy. A party girl, with a good heart, but she didn't want to be tied down any more than he did. Their friends with benefits relationship was on and off for two years, with lots of casual flings and one-night-stands in between.

When Ethan and Vincenza split, he had no intention on getting involved with her; but they were good friends, and he was there for her and one thing led to another. They dated, exclusively, for six months, and he was actually happy. But he had a lot of growing up to do. He and Ethan were at peak toxicity in their competition and Cenza felt like a pawn in it, so she left.

Sasha was the one it would have been with if he could have done it, but he couldn't. He felt terrible breaking up with her because he really cared, but this is when he decided he was never going to be in anything serious again.

Audrey was a hot young nurse who came to Kenmore and Tobias was thrilled that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. They kind of met their match, both very sexual beings with no interest in anything more. They didn't really like one another, they weren't really friends. They had a 4-year on and off arrangement. Sometimes they'd hook up three times a week, sometimes they wouldn't contact each other at all for months. It never turned into more.

Tobias met June at bar near Kenmore one night when a friend had to cancel plans to meet her there. They were in his bed a few hours later and their "benefits without friendship" arrangement began. They lasted just under 6-months, he called things off after meeting Casey.

Tobias did have a myriad of casual flings, one-night-stands and such over the years. But, as he got older, he preferred "arrangements" that were less risky on many fronts.

While he was definitely a playboy, he tended to not play games, especially after he started med school. He never lied about his intentions, so the only people who could say they were heartbroken by him are those who didn't listen to him from the start. For more on their exes, see here: The Exes

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[enniewritesathing]

Rules: 1. Pick a sim of your choice 2. Tell us about them 3. Tag someone else (if you want to!)

lmao I used his birthday pic IT’S A REALLY NICE PIC OKAY

Name: Brian Antonio Fitzgerald

How old is your sim? He just turned 27 :)

When is your sim’s birthday? February 23

What is your sim’s zodiac sign? Pisces

Martial Status: Engaged

Does your sim have any nicknames? He does not! He would if he’d reveal his middle name to people and it would most likely be Tony. Which would be seven sorts of hilarious.

Do they have a job? He is an Emergency Room Nurse at Newcrest Medical Center.

Where does your sim live? Willow Creek

Who does your sim live with? John (his fiance) and their cat Lady Spaghetti Wednesday (Davidson)

What environment did your sims grow up in? (strict, loving, cold etc.) Brian grew up in a very strict household. His family... well, let’s put it this way, they were Like That. It wasn’t until he got disowned at the age of 11 (thereabouts, but it was before he turned 13) after a hunting accident that left his grandfather dead and it was thought that it was all Brian’s fault due to incompetence (or so they think 👀) His aunt Connie took him after taking pity, but he was subjected to abuses and all of that, causing him to run away multiple times. It wasn’t until he met John and him giving the invitation to stay with him and his mom whenever he wanted that he had any sort of stability.

What are your sim’s favorite food? Chocolate, Chicken Nuggets, anything quick and easy

What is your sim’s favorite drink? Anything with a stupid amount of caffeine Long Island Ice Tea If they have one what is your sim’s favorite color? He’s a fan of bright, cheerful colors. And vaporwave gradients. 

Is your sim introverted or extroverted? Brian is extroverted and honestly it works out great for him given his job; he has his ways of getting information from the most stubborn patient (or very shy children... sometimes both lol).

What is your sims favorite woohoo position? Doggy, Prone Bone... really, any position that he can be potentially pinned (but not too roughly, just... a little pin. as a treat). Apropos of nothing, when John gets rowdy, he gets a bite mark at his shoulder.

Is your sim a pet person? He is! Brian was actually the one to adopt Spaghetti but kept her as a surprise back when John was volunteering at the vet clinic. He’s pretty open to the idea of adopting another cat or even a dog or two?

Does your sim have a best friend? He did when he was younger, but he has completely lost contact of them. What’s worse, Brian probably can’t recognize them.

What is/was your sim’s favorite school subject? Biology, French (lmao), English/Literature.

Are they planning to go or have they already been to college? Brian has a Bachelors in Nursing (minoring in Sociology) and he’s planning to go back for his Masters and lucrative certifications... though he doesn’t want to go through all of that again. (That and the costs).

What are your sims political beliefs? (if they have them) Given his line of work, I’d say really left.

Does your sim have a favorite TV show: In a surprise move, he watches a lot of anime, lol. He doesn’t have a clear favorite but he just likes the various styles and stories. Does your sim like books? Brian loves various romance novels (of various qualities), but he also likes to read manga. He has a bookcase full of them.

What is your sim’s personal style? He wear what he wants, tbh. If he thinks he’s gonna look good in it, he’s going to buy it and wear it.

Is your sim religious? It’s a little complicated; at first he was (or so he thought), then he wasn’t, then he really wasn’t, then he was like ‘okay, maybe??’, and now he’s like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

What kind of music does your sim listen to? The kind where he can belt out song lyrics... poorly.

What is your sim’s favorite type of weather? A crisp Spring morning. The sort that has dew on the grass and the ~cool~ still air.

Does your sim have a dream job? I’m not sure if he thinks this his dream job, but, he has been thinking about specialization. Does your sim have any siblings? No, and even if he did, he wouldn’t know about them.

Does your sim get along with their family? Lmaooo, no. Brian will sell his family to Satan for one (1) corn chip without hesitation.

What is your sims favorite hobby? Brian likes to knit! It was suggested by one of his patients in ways to reduce stress/idle hands (whatever that last part meant). However... how much he knits is directly proportional to how stressed he is. He used to run (something from his track days in HS), but given his work schedule(s), it’s fallen by the wayside.

What does your sim look for in a romantic partner? Stability and security.

What is a flaw your sim has? For whatever reason, he neglects himself when he needs to take care of himself. He can be so focused on other people that he forgets he’s a people too. Devoted to others but not to himself, as someone once put it. It’s mostly stemming from how he was raised and not once did he felt that he deserved nice things. He still thinks this is true every now and then. This comes up when he gets sick and he needs rest; Brian had to learn how to take care of himself in that regard.

Does your sim have a greatest achievement?  If so what is it? He was in the Honors College at Foxbury Institute and graduated summa cum laude.

When he goes back to school, he’s not gonna be that overachieving, lol.

If they have one, what is your sim’s greatest regret? Not telling Noelle about his situation earlier. Brian thought it was overstepping his boundaries or being imposing since she extended the offer of him staying over whenever and how long he wanted. (Besides, was she really telling the truth? Of course she was, dummy, you got your own half of a room and a set of house keys).

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #375

“why do i see her, the never-ending night  /  why do i see her, wearing nothing but the dark?”

Who’s one person who changed how you viewed something? I hold Rhett & Link responsible for "curing" my homophobia. I went through a phase where I shipped them like CRAZY, and they're still my "OTP," and it really made me question why I had such a disgusting belief. The switch was officially flipped when listening to their podcast with Hannah Hart, who discussed growing up as a lesbian surrounded by homophobia. Let me tell you, it felt fucking good to let that repulsive belief go. It was my former religion that tied me to it, but it could no longer be an excuse to me, even when I stayed Christian a while longer. And here I am now as a bisexual woman who wants to deck younger me dead in the face. :') Were you ever scared of driving? What scared you about it? I am TERRIFIED of driving. I'm most scared of getting in a wreck and killing somebody, something I would never. Ever. Ever. Forgive myself for. I'm also petrified of, once again, getting in a wreck and I wind up paralyzed from the neck down. The most memorable time that you skipped school, what did you do? Nothing very exciting. What was the last topic you did thorough research on? Why? Toxic masculinity for an essay in college. What is a dish you absolutely love, but hate to prepare yourself? I don't cook, so. Of the many different American accents, which one is your favorite? New York. Is there anything hanging from the doorknob in your room? No. Why did you move to where you’re living now? Because we had to get out of our former house because the growing mold problem was a health hazard (especially for Mom, given her then-recent cancer diagnosis), and our family friend newly owned this house as a part of the former resident's will. Said resident knew Mom as well and the house problems, so she wanted Tobey to help us into this house anyway. What’s your opinion on wearing pajamas in public? Do you yourself do that? I literally couldn't care less. I do it a lot. Do you usually fill up at the same gas station? No; Mom just pays attention to the price. Are you currently looking for a new job? No. I don't plan to until I'm done with TMS therapy. Are any of your relatives musicians? No. Have you ever had an asthma attack? Thank goodness no. My mom has asthma and I have seen her have an attack, so I know they're terrifying. Have you ever been in a hospital and not felt safe? There was one occasion during a psych hospital stay that my roommate had WILD anger issues. She would explode out of seemingly NOWHERE, to the point once or twice she had to be put in solitary because she would literally scream and damage shit, like throwing tables and such. She scared the piss out of me to the point I finally plucked up the courage to tell the nurses that I needed a different room. What’s the highest fever you’ve ever had? I don't remember. Have you ever been hospitalized for a day or more? At psych hospitals. I think my shortest visit was just shy of a week. Have you ever had surgery? Two. Are you lonely? I'm admittedly very lonely. Are you mad at someone right now? No. Do you eat late at night? I sometimes need a small midnight or so snack because I cannoooooooot sleep when my stomach is growling. If I'm in basically any sort of discomfort, I have extreme trouble sleeping. Who do you miss? A lot of people. I miss Jason, Megan, Mini, Hannia, Emily, Journee... I don't feel like dwelling on those I've lost. Who do you admire most? Mark. If you could transform into any animal what would it be and why? Maybe a cat. Quick, agile, stealthy, majestic, well-equipped to defend itself... sounds pretty good. Are you more artistic or mathematical? Definitely more artistic. Which supermarket do you usually shop at? Wal-Mart. When was the last time you went to McDonald’s? I'm not sure, but it's been a while. Maybe around a month. What was the last chocolate bar you ate? I believe I had a 3 Musketeers because I was really craving one. Who was the last person you talked to on Skype/video chat? The woman who was doing my evaluation to determine if I was a good fit for TMS therapy. Can you remember the first time you ever talked to the person you love/like? Does he/she remember? I think I might have a vague idea, but I don't really remember. Would you be able to have a relationship with someone you didn’t find attractive, if they had a nice personality and treated you well? Yep. It sounds cheesy, but I do mean it when I say a beautiful inside blossoms into the body itself for me personally. Does the last person you kissed have brown eyes? Yes. Have you ever really liked someone to begin with, then changed your mind about them? I guess you could say Girt, because I had a pretty big crush on him when I started HS. We were just friends for way too long that when we finally dated years upon years later, it felt much too weird. He really was my "brother from another mother" by that point. Has anyone ever told you that they wanted to spend the rest of their life with you? Aaaaand he left. :^) If you decided to dye your hair, would you choose to go lighter or darker? Lighter. I want to dye my hair pastel colors so very badly. Do you know what the Enneagram is and if so, what’s your type? INFP. Do you listen to Mayday Parade? I only know "Terrible Things," which I positively adore. Do you have trouble falling asleep at night? I have an extremely hard time sleeping at night. It's honestly one reason I sometimes sleep so much during the day. Are you on a laptop, desktop or phone/iPod? A laptop. Have you ever been so angry that you screamed out of nowhere? I've screamed into a pillow. What’s the longest movie you’ve ever watched? I dunno, maybe over three hours? What was the last thing you watched on Netflix or Hulu? I have no clue. What do you think about your current relationship status? I mean I miss being in love and having someone who sees a future with me, but I know in the deepest part of me that it's wiser that I stay single until I figure some things out. Of most concern, I don't have a job or even a confident sign I'll have one soon, I'm not in school headed for a career, I don't drive, I don't cook... I'm a liability, financially and in other ways. It wouldn't be fair to my partner or even myself to go into a relationship with a heavy risk of heartbreak because I'm taking too long to get to where I want to be. I'm 25 now - if/when I get into a relationship, I want forever, and I'm not wasting time on anyone for almost inevitable failure as romantic partners. I want to AT LEAST have a steady job before I enter another relationship. How many people have you kissed? Three or four. Do you go out on dates? I have no one to go on a date with. Do you kiss on the first date? I never have and probably wouldn't, but I guess if things went very well and I was really into the person, maybe I would. What’s the farthest you’ve gone with someone? Doing to do. Would you rather receive a stuffed animal, flowers, or chocolate? I'd really appreciate any. I think flowers are sorta overrated though honestly, like someone ripped some healthy flowers from their roots and doomed them to a quickly-approaching death, but society still has a part of me thinking "oh that's sweet." I think more than anything, I'd be crazy over a meerkat plushy. Or would expensive jewelry just be fine? You really don't have to do that for me; I don't really wear much jewelry at all anyway. Odds are you'd be wasting your money. What’s the cheesiest romantic gift you’ve ever received? I don't know. Do you like romantic poetry? Yessssssssss. Have you ever been rickrolled? I'm unsure. Do you like bologna? Yeah. It was my favorite lunch meat as a kid. Have you ever had a nose bleed? Yes. Have you ever puked on a fair ride before? No, because I don't go on rides that generally induce that sort of risk. What animals have you ridden? Just ponies. What is your parents' idea of grounding you? Taking away my access to the computer. Dragons or unicorns? Dragons! Do you wish vampires existed? Uh, no. At the moment what is your favorite song? I'm going through another phase of really digging "Castle of Glass" by Linkin Park. Have you ever been pantsed? No. What is your favorite magazine? I don’t read any. Did you ever like Barbies? Do you currently like Barbies? I never really was, I just played with them when my little sister wanted to. I was more into playing with my dinosaurs and Pokemon and stuff. I'm not into them now, either. What’s your favorite hit song right now? I don't know what songs are "hits" right now. What’s your favorite element? (fire, water, air) Fire, aesthetically. Have you ever been to a wild party? Nah. Do you put on a robe when it’s cold? I don't own a robe. Is the last person you kissed gay? She's demisexual. What breed was the last dog you saw? She's some sort of hound mix. We think there might be dalmatian in her, too. What type of day are you having? It's been all right. I'm just REALLY not feeling this damn heat. Driving an hour and back to the TMS office in a car that has no A/C is agony. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? It's been pierced multiple times, and I want to do it again, but this time with a nostril hoop versus a stud so the goddamn thing stays in. Do you prefer warm or cold weather? I have an incredibly strong preference for cold weather. Fuck the heat. Like just 70*F is "too hot" to me. Who was the last person you talked to in person? My mom. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for? No. Do you like rain? Yes, but I don't like being caught out in it. I just like looking at and listening to it. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them? Yep. Do you like to cuddle? If I really like you and it's not too hot, yeah. Are you shy? I'm excruciatingly shy. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you? Hunny, I'd do that for free. Which do you like better- zebra print or leopard print? I'm not really a fan of either particular pattern on anything but the animal. Do you have any stickers on your car? I don't have my own car, but Mom has one that allows her to park in her old school's parking lot. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars? No. My sister Misty, tho

[alexenlinea]

so, in the last week or so i’ve come back home (sans passport so i’ll be here a while) and i’m feeling pretty good about it. my sister’s place was nice for a while but she’s kind of loca with her covid conspiracies and assorted ridiculousness so i just felt it was healthier for me to come back and avoid getting sick. not having a passport will make job things a bit difficult bc i’m honeslty not sure how i’ll go about getting one other than presenting myself at the consulate and brining all my shit with me to see what they can do for me. but, i’d always wanted to come back and intended on living here so i’m not upset about it. just need to get on that and get over the fatigue of dealing with getting basic documents which has been a slow and months long battle but i know it’ll just be a matter of time and getting over the frustrations associated with it. i want to try and find a job here but i just have to find a way to push through my anxiety of thinking people think i’m dumb bc i have an accent or say things wrong every once and a while. logically i know it’s not a big deal, just have to get over that hurdle. anxiety is my biggest enemy these days and i just need to find a way to cope with it and get out there. i’m trying to set a routine and not let my moods get me down. my dad’s wife wants to ge running int he park every morning starting monday so that will be quit nice i think. i used to really enjoy getting out there and running on my own when i was in hs so i think it’ll be good for me to get back into it after a few months of inactivity. my boyfriend also got to meet my family this new year since he’s just been working from home so that was nice and he’s willing and able to come see me so that’s been helping me a lot. he also love this city as much as i do so i feel really good about that as well. none of my friends have ever come to visit me in the time i’ve lived here either so that was nice. i just want to find some type of work or volunteering to keep me busy and motivated. right now i feel quite down having not worked in more than a year and i think it’ll really help my self worth to be back in it. and having some money to pay for therapy would be really helpful bc i feel that coping is quite difficult so i’d like to be back on some type of medication soon. p sure i have bipolar 2 and not just regular depression so hopefully having an actual therapist and not just a psych nurse who sees me every now and then will be helpful. i think just the  loneliness is hard for me to deal with after having lived with my friend for like a year and change. my family loves me but its not the same as having someone to hangout with all day and be distracted by school in between. so, goals fo the next couple months are getting a passport, driving, a job and some therapy. really hoping i can hang onto this decent state of mind and handle it when and if the drop does come back in. i’d really like to find that passion again and get rid of this lingering fatigue. that being said, i’m also learning not to push myself too much and reach out when i need it without feeling shame. i really want to make this a good year after last year’s shit show so i’m putting my best foot forward and giving it my all. hopefully i’ll be able to get my own place and be in a stable job by the end of this year or at least be in a position where i’m able to put away some savings. i feel quite overwhelmed just thinking of everything i need to do but i think making a plan of what i need to do and taking it one step at a time will really help me. i wish there was more access to support but with covid i assume it will be a slow process to access anything so i’m just trying to be patient and hang in there. i’m glad to have people in my life to help me along the way but i know it’s gonna be an uphill battle. but, that’s life and i’ve just got to deal with what i’ve got. here’s to a 2021 with less fear, sadness and stress. really trying to manifest that peace i’m looking for into my life and not be too hard on myself if i don’t meet every goal. hope u all r having a happy start and can make this year better than the last. 

[lilbit-of-kizzy]

@an-enigmatic-mind so here's the rest of that sub story!

Tl;dr for those who didn't see the first part: teacher conference week means all subs, all of them are Very Bad™ Kid exploited this by doing things he knew he shouldn't, got hurt, sub left 17yo me alone with 30 kids to take him to the nurse, which is illegal.

So the rest of that story is (...pretty long as it turns out 😅 sorry), she never came back. I was super worried for the kid and it had been like 30 mins, the kids were supposed to be making their way to the bus and I had zero idea how to handle that (I usually left before that to walk back across to the HS and grab my stuff) so that's when I grabbed hall monitor teacher lady (those aides that just kinda roam the schools) and told her what had happened.

She then informed me that I wasn't allowed to watch the kids by myself like that and I just shrugged helplessly, "she just took him and ran, I asked if it was ok for me to be alone and she just glared at me" monitor asked if I would like to go check on the kid while she got the others to the busses. I nodded gratefully and ran off.

I never did see that sub again so I have no idea where she ended up, but when I got to the office everyone was scrambling, trying to reach his mom and deal with kids leaving and the usual end of day busy-ness. I found the kid with the nurse who was trying to tell him what to do for his injury, he was hmph-ing and "it doesn't hurt" (typical boys don't cry crap) I'd seen his glassy, not really there look earlier, I knew he'd hit hard.

So I smiled at the nurse and said, "how is he?"

"Fine," she said, "just a cut but he doesn't want us to tell his mother"

"Have you talked to her yet?"

"No, we're trying to get ahold of her but she may be on her way here already (this was before cell phones were everywhere)"

"Well mind if I talk to him?"

"No go ahead! I wanna try his mom again anyways"

So I sat in front of him, asked how he was, he grumbled something again, I said, "you know you bashed your head pretty hard...do you even remember walking down here?" he kinda shrugged and looked at me sheepishly, "yeah I didn't think so, listen [kid] do you know why we want you to tell your mom about this? It's not to get you in trouble! I think a bruised head is punishment enough for this, it's because you may have also bruised your brain. Do you know what that means?" A shake of the head, "you can DO that??" "Yep and it's called a concussion. It means...well a lot of things but it means you could be hurt worse than you think, and need to go to the hospital. You'll be fine but they need to take care of it, if that's what happened. So I want you to be sure to tell your mom; if your head starts hurting really really bad, or you get super dizzy all of the sudden, or if you get very very sleepy a long time before bed time ok?"

"Man why it doesn't even hurt *boy pout*"

"Because I wanna see you here on Monday (it was Friday), I'd be really sad if you didn't come back"

This kid...this kid who'd been the tough, always in trouble (just for not listening lol nothing bad), "badass" of the class, looked up at me with the biggest eyes, "you....would?"

"Well yeah? Of course I would!" He hugged me, out of the blue just hugged me. I thought I was gonna cry, I'm pretty sure he did cry. But when he pulled away he was fine, "thanks....I'll....I'll definitely tell my mom ok" (that last bit? Word for word will be with me till I die, it was my first "yeah this is the job I want" moment)

"Good thank you"

"Tell me what?" His mom had walked over (I know good timing right I still don't know how long she'd been standing there) He went running to her and said sorry for jumping he knew he wasn't supposed to! Turns out she was a nurse, and I felt a little better. That kid listen to me for the rest of the year, the teacher I was interning for even used my name when I wasn't there and the kid was REALLY acting up "do you think Miss Elizabeth will be happy to hear about it if you break [object]?"

Kid's just like to know they're loved man ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

And yes that sub was heeellllaaaa fired (I'll reblog with another story about a different sub lolol it's shorter 😅)

[cordeliaxdupont]

Hi friends! I humbly bring you Cordelia Du Pont, aka Lady! Her info is under the read more but she’s pretty well-adjusted/nothing traumatic has happened to her really. She’s just living her life as a nurse in Grimmbrook, sister to Casper, overall good vibes sooo let me know if you’d like to plot! 

i began in the light –

NAME: Cordelia Lucille Du Pont

GOES BY: Cordelia, Cordy, Del  

AGE: 33

BIRTHDAY: April 26 , 1986

FATHER: Howard Du Pont

MOTHER: Irene Du Pont

BROTHER: Casper Du Pont

HOMETOWN: Grimmbook

JOB: Nurse

OTHER IDENTIFIERS: Taurus, Enneagram Type 1 (The Reformer), ENFJ (The Protagonist)

and found, we are all stories anyway,  

GROWING UP (tw: drug use)

She up with a well-to-do family and that set her up for a good life tbh 

Her dad wasn’t around much but, as his little girl, he doted on her and that made big bro Caspy Casp resent her even more. Their mom loved her valium because life was just so rough and nannies helped raise the kiddos.

She was put into basically every extracurricular activity possible: ballet to piano to soccer and gymnastics, to art classes and being forced to sit still and learn new languages –– Cordelia had a great aptitude for learning most things but being the best at any one thing was never her main concern, like it was her parent’s. 

They were absent but around enough to care that she got the gold, or first place or the best grades, and she often did but when she didn’t, Cordelia never understood why it upset them so much. Being the best wasn’t everything so long as a) you were enjoying yourself and b) you weren’t hurting anyone else and c) maybe you were even helping someone out.

These things, combined with her general disposition to care and want to make things right made her the prime candidate to get excited about a nurse’s speech during career day one year in high school.

YOUNG ADULT LIFE

Her parents were NOT a fan but she did what she wanted, which was to, ya know, be a nurse and not a doctor. 

She was salutatorian, which would’ve made most parents happy and hers were “proud” but they just wondered why she hadn’t made valedictorian. Still, she’d lived with this dynamic for long enough that it just didn’t phase her as much (or so she said) and she focused on her goals.

She got into the nursing residency program at Grimmbrook Memorial Hospital and loved the fact that she got shuffled in with everyone else, nothing special about her. It made life better, she felt, when you weren’t trying to get to the top of the class or program. When you tried to do your best, the rest usually followed.

PRESENT

She’s been a nurse for over a decade now and still loves her job. She’s made some of her closest friends because of it and is constantly learning.

Currently, she still wishes she were closer to her big bro but they have that dynamic where no one can mess with their sibling except each other no matter how annoying she is to him or vice-versa. Du Ponts are Du Ponts are Du Ponts.

With Madison’s death, she feels horribly for the Redding family. She always thought Little Red was a horrible site but she wouldn’t have wished that on anyone. She knows Chad a bit through his work as an EMT but was never really closer than that but she can tell the family’s suffering. 

Things feel off in town but she’s doing her best to focus on work and the people she can actually help.

we are all characters on a page;

PERSONALITY TRAITS (+): encouraging, intentional, charming, loyal, intrepid, altruistic.

PERSONALITY TRAITS (-): stubborn, opinionated, overly-idealistic, overly invested, hasty.

OVERALL:  Cordelia is the type of person who, if you met her on the street and told her you were going to be running a marathon that weekend, she’d be there cheering you on just because everyone deserve to have someone who pushes them to do their best, who helps them believe in themselves a little more today, than they did yesterday. She’s a loyal to those she calls friend and is quick to defend even those whom she doesn’t know, if she sees them in need. 

She can be a bit stubborn when she believes in something. Getting Cordelia to give even an inch when she’s fully invested in something is like trying to move a mountain. Still, her investments aren’t always healthy and sometimes she gets overly invested in helping people, to her own detriment. Cordelia’s learned over the years that people can’t be rushed and that not everyone wants to be helped, and that’s alright. She doesn’t mind waiting until they do. S

She’s a shoulder to lean on and someone who will help you up again. She remembers birthdays, sends cards for literally any accomplishment, and goes to any performance/event/speech someone’s giving to support them. Overall, a classic good bean™, lionhearted and bold, Cordelia Du Pont is a good person to know, and an even better friend to have. 

HEADCANONS

Volunteers at the animal shelter in town – loves animals. Has resisted adopting one because she’s hardly home and little friends deserve to have more attention than that.

Has family dinner at least once a month: it’s always an interesting time.

Bikes to work when she can, otherwise catches a ride with coworkers who drive along her route. 

Doesn’t use her car that much, always has to get it jumped in the summer months because she’s biking/walking everywhere.

Salty snacks are her go-to saving grace, especially when she’s working an overnight.

Professional napper – girl can fall asleep anywhere. She’s learned to take rest when she can get it. 

Did gymnastics until she was seventeen and can still pull out a trick or two.

Speaks French but is a bit rusty from lack of use lately

Ace gift giver –– finds the perfect gifs for all occasions. 

our paths weave together.

childhood ��� hs friends – they’ve been in Grimmbrook their entire lives

college friends – they met in college and hit it off

hs exes  – can work out details

college exes – also can work out details

colleagues at the hospital – self explanatory, if your character works at the hospital, we can have them know each other!

previous patients – people she’s helped over the years

biking partner – someone she goes on weekend bike rides with 

other – let’s talk about it! 

[fancycakedragon]

N-i-c-h-o-l-a-s S-c-r-a-t-c-h

Nick Scratch x Reader

[Not My Gif]

Source: @luthor-s

Warning(s): Smut (by an amatuer)

A/N: This is from a request. "Lol a nick scratch one that’s kinky lmao. [With daddy kink, roughness, and spanking.]" Enjoy.

Masterlist

The whole week Nick had been rehearsing for the school play. Hours out of his day were focused on perfecting his role as Lucifer Morningstar. Once the play came it was no surprise that Nick was amazing. The audience was captivated by his performance. 

After the play everyone went Dorian's Gray Room for a wrap party. Nick was sorrounded by cast mates and people who watched all of them complimenting him on his work.

This left you alone nursing your drink until it was time to leave. You didn't mind at all, people watching was something you enjoyed doing. It wasn't long though, before Dorian Gray himself decided to keep you company. He was definitely handsome and his smile was able to put anyone at ease. He handed you a specialty drink, "On the house."

"Thank you but I'm still working om this one," you said pointing to your drink. 

Dorian shook his head taking that one away from you, "I want to see if you like this one. It's new, perhaps I'll name it after you."

You giggled taking the glass and trying it. You hum of satisfaction was all Dorian needed to know how you felt. He grinned at you as you finished the rest of it. 

"May I have another?" 

With a wink Dorian moved about the bar preparing you another.

"Nice of you to open up the club for the ladies tonight too," you commemted looking around.

"To be honest," Dorian set another drink infrontof you, "I just wanted to see you enjoying yourself in my club."

You laughed and the lilt of it was caught by Nick who was looking around searching for you. Then his eyes landed on you speaking to Dorian. He narrowed his gaze when the man not so subtly trailed his eyes from your neck down to your chest. 

Without any excuse Nick abruptly left the conversation he was in to go over to you.

"Hey, (Y/N). What's going on."

Dorian smirked at Nick, "Just keeping her entertained. A lady as lovely as (Y/N) shouldn't be left idly." 

"Well it's a good thing I'm here now then," Nick wrapped his hand around your waist. The two men stared eachother down and you started picking up on the tension.

"Nick why don't we head home?" you suggested.

Nick agreed guiding you out of the club.

The moment you were outside hs couldn't keep his hands off of you. The  two of your stumbled into your apartment building lips locked while you continued your way up. When you reached your door you tried focusing on unlocking it with Nick biting and sucking your neck. Once it opened he pushed you inside already unbuckling his belt, "Hands." You'd never heard that kind of authority in his voice. He was always gentle and reassuring even when being dominant.

Feeling the wetness already pooling at your panties you brought your hands up to your face and Nick bound them with his belt. He pushed you into the living room bending you over the arm of your couch. You bit your lip anticipating what was going to happen next. Nick was eerily quite aside from his agitated breathing. In smooth movements he pushed the skirt of your dress up your waist and ripped the flimsy fabric of your underwear off of you.

Without warning his hand swatted at your ass. You gasped at the harsh sting you felt. "No counting tonight," Nick said, "You're gonna spell my name with every spank. Understood."

You moaned with a nod, "Yes, daddy."

You began spelling Nick's name and with each spank your bottom only stung more. At his last name you felt his hands land on you with a gentler slaps.  "S-c-r-a-t-c-h," Goodness, you thought you'd never get to the end of his name.

You found yourself moaning when Nick massaged the sore muscles with his warm hands, automatically pushing your ass further against them. He leaned over you licking the shell of your ear before whispering, "What's that spell?"

You breathed out the answer, "Nicholas Scratch."

"That's the only name that should be coming out those pretty lips of yours," Nick muttered moving his face behind you towards your center. Pushing your cheeks apart he didn't waste time licking a stripe up your core. His lips found your clit causing your knees to buckle at the sensation. You groaned, "Oooh daddy, m'not gonna last."  

As soon as he had been there Nick pulled away, "Sweetheart, your not cuming until I tell you to." 

You tried catching your breathe not even responding to him. 

Nick pulled you up from the arm of the couch and moved you to a sitting position. With your legs on his shoulder he was back at your aching core working you with his mouth and fingers. Over and over again he worked you closer to the edge only to keep you from finishing. Your bound hands pulled at his locks trying to work yourself into an orgasm. You weren't even sure when but as some point you were reduced to sobbing and begging for release, "Please, please, please, daddy. It's too much." 

Nick finally relented and stood up. You stared at the straining cock tenting his boxers. You tried pulling at them but Nick stopped you, "Not tonight baby, I wanna be inside you." 

"Ok," you replied, "Com'ere." Nick brought his face to yours for a kiss you'd been craving since you'd gotten home. You mewled against his mouth at the taste of yourself.

Nick leaned you back against the couch and moved on top of you. You looked up at him with anticipation as he lined himself at your entrance. You moaned together at the feel of him filling you up. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of your moaning and the wet slaps of skin against skin from Nick's quick thrusts. Your back bowed at the sensations coursing through you. It felt like you were going to explode at any minute. 

"Dorian could never fuck you like can." Nick grunted. 

"Never," you agreed.

"You only say my name. And I'm the only one who gets to enjoy your sweet cunt. So fucking warm and wet."

You whimped out agreements mind soley focused on your release. It was when he hit your g-spot that you lost it. Once Nick noticed the pitch in you sounds climbing he focused on that same angle. 

"Let everyone know who makes you feel this good," Nick encouraged, "Go on baby, cum." 

You screamed out Nick's name reaching your orgasm. Your toes curled the tingling feeling travelling up your spine. Nick's thrusts sped up sloppily as he chased and found his own release. You were a panting mess when Nick removed the belt holding your hands together. As soon as they were freed your wrapped your arms around him holding him close.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Nick asked placing tender kisses wherever he could reach. 

You shook your head no, "I would have said so if you did. I think the neighborrs really know your name now." 

Nick chuckled at your joke and remarked, "All of Greendale should. Especially Dorian."

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Requests are open!

[colderfruit]

going on a trip with my parents and some white kids, presumably my sister’s friends though they seemed too old. drove until evening, orange light spilled into the car over girl in the front seat’s knees, drove across expanses of cool beautiful burbling water. arrived at compound of cabins with crisp white siding, were ushered into common waiting area and then chastised; didn’t we want a tour? i complained about the strangeness of this, and we went out into an atrium, where my mother ordered an omelette and it came out as my dad’s scrambled eggs with hot green pepper, only it was milder and full of crispy air bubbles (they told us the rate per person, which seemed ridiculous, and then the fact that it was a six month retreat that would cover many lakes, though my parents only wanted to stay for a few hours). my mom wouldn’t eat it and i couldn’t finish it so i gave it to some guy sitting on his girlfriend’s lap, who exclaimed about how he didn’t like “peppers with seeds” and asked me ecstatically if i could make eggs this good. “i can make them light but not this airy” i replied. he said it was good to eat a lot of salt and took his shirt off, and i said “well, don’t get dehydrated.”

i left the compound and started walking, some impression from a past dream about a side street with restaurants and yo-yo stores, and then i emerged from a little staircase where buildings crept towards me on two little hills, to see in the distance the performing arts center of my high school. i felt proud that i could find my way on my own, but then remembered i had left my backpack (which didn’t have enough clothes anyway, just the dregs of my laundry basket) i at least had my toothbrush. i considered calling my parents and didn’t.

was in class and b was there visiting with me, made under-the-breath comment and i laughed and shushed them, was lying head in their lap which is funny for class, had to reach up. professor asked us after class who they were and i had to be like “oh i just brought my girlfriend to class” all sheepish. people were making rice in the classroom after class and i had a little, it was strangely good, with beans inside. left classroom and it was all hubbub, suddenly a high school, looked like the image of the foyer of b’s hs, impressions from other dreams of needing to catch the bus.

hallways lined with flyers with a polar bear character, many different mottos. one of them was veiled cop propaganda and many people were streaming into this room, people we wouldn’t at all have expected. and then i was trampled into this room and something happened to my heart, was stepped upon, and when i came to the school was in northern england and sometimes the dream would cut to kids playing soccer in the bleak dim outside, and characters would say vintage racist things not ironically, but it was framed ironically. like ha, how old-fashioned! speculation over whether i was human spliced over shots of round faced blond girls with long eyelashes, childish, little noses set into their faces like playdough. walking back along the path. the character that was no longer me was having his blood drawn with a syringe, and he poked a hole so all his blood came spurting out, and he held up a fork with a piece of penne pasta speared onto it so that it got all covered in blood, and then he held it up to his nurse’s face. the gambit worked and the nurse revealed herself to be a vampire, sucked on the pasta. the main character used this as an opportunity to spear her with her own equipment.

another nurse another operation, main character again spears them but not so fast, they grow new, thin, purple flesh that extends in a tube towards mc and attaches to him, and then the nurse starts to digest him mouth-to-mouth, pulverizing his tongue and disintegrating his teeth, mouth tissue all sandpapery scrubbed away, beading blood. i knew the main character would win again but i wasn’t sure how.

[ohalemalia]

Daily Dose - (Part 2) (S.M Imagine)

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Warnings:  emeto (throwing up), i havent proof read this whoops

A\N: Thanks for being so patient with me. Family things came up but i really wanted to get this out so here we go, part twoooo. Debating on a title change

Word Count: 1974

Summary: What makes Scott McCall so damn interesting? And what’s he got up his sleeve?

Needless to say, against my will and better judgement, thoughts of Scott McCall bounced around my head for the longest time. I came to the realization (all by myself, not because I eavesdropped on his conversation with Nurse Melissa, of course) that Wednesdays he got out of school early and would be by around 1:30pm to drop lunch off for her.

There was absolutely no reason for me to be interested, but when I really thought about it, I think it was because he was the only fresh face in this bland hospital (and the fact that he brought his mom lunch every single week, like come on, it doesn’t get better than that). But for the record, I am not into him because that would be insane considering we’ve had one, well, half of just one conversation. I refuse to be a cliche character who falls in love with the first boy they see no matter how smooth their skin looks or how toss able their hair is that you can just run your fingers throu

NO.

NOPE.

Not even going there.

Besides, realistically speaking the only relationship that I would be in anytime in the foreseeable future is me and this hospital bed. The only action I would get would be

Never mind, I’m not going there either.

Anyway, in case you were wondering it’s 1:23pm on a Wednesday. Not that that has any significant meaning.

P.S. I Still Love You by Jenna Han was currently under my nose and although my eyes were skimming over the page, my brain was elsewhere. My room had a side view of the front desk, so if he was coming, I would know about it.

What was I even going to say? Was I going to say anything? Was he going to even come in here?

This was stupid. I was stupid. I was being stupid.

I tried to focus on Lara Jean, but out the corner of my eye there he was again.

He set a bag of food on the counter and smiled at the front lady at the desk as he spoke to her. She pointed somewhere. He nodded and took a seat in one of the plastic waiting chairs. He looked down at his phone, scrolled for a few moments and laughed at something on his screen. I craned my neck to get a better look at him. He was wearing yet another tight shirt, this time in an olive green color and a denim jacket over it. His motorcycle helmet was sitting on the chair next to him. He leaned back in the chair and spread his legs in that guy sit that guys always do. He scrolled. And he scrolled. And he kept scrolling.

“Oh my god, could you look up from your phone for just one second,” I muttered underneath my breath.

His head snapped up as if someone spoke to him. He looked around the waiting room until his eyes met mine through the glass. I nearly choked. He blinked and then furrows his eyebrows at me. I quickly looked down at my book, hoping that he would just look away. I gave it about thirty seconds before I looked up again, and to my surprise he had disappeared from the chair. My shoulders slumped. Oh well. I guess I’d see him next week.

The doorknob to my room clicked and the door slowly opened. I looked up and my heart damn near stopped right then and there. He was there, in my doorway, smiling that puppy dog smile at me.

“I figured you could use some company,” his eyes widened and his words blurred together as he rambled on, “Unless that’s totally not okay then I can just leave and I’m really sorry and you can totally forget that I was even here.”

“No, it’s, I,” I closed my eyes, trying to reset my brain and get it to form complete sentences, “Yes, you can come in.”

“Cool,” He came in and shut the door behind him. He looked over my room again, his eyes resting on the dead flowers on my side shelf.

“I would water them,” I started to explain, “But I’m just, you know, really busy…”

“Yeah I bet,” He walked over to the shelf and gestured toward the books, “Can I?”

“Um, yeah, go ahead.” I’d never had anyone else touch my books before, so I watched him very carefully.

“Wow,” he mumbled under his breath, “It’s like your own personal library.”

“I wish,” I sat up straighter on my bed, “At least at a library I can get new books, I’ve read all of these.”

His eyes widened again and he held up a book, “All of them?”

“At least three times.”

“Wow,” he mumbled under his breath, “So, what do you read?”

“At this point, anything.”

It was silent as he went through my books. I felt self conscious as I heard the turning of pages of my books ripple through the air. Did he think my book taste sucked? Did he think reading was lame anyway?

My mouth began to salivate but I wasn’t hungry for answers, I wanted food. Real food. Whatever was in the bag that he had set down on my counter.

“That smells really good,” I felt like I was in a trance, a servant to the delicious smells of Fatburger.

Scott looked over his shoulder at the bag, “That?” He set the book down and walked over to the bag. He opened it up and looked inside, “It’s a burger and some fries. I brought it for my mom, but I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t mind if you had a couple fries.”

“Oh, I think she’d mind a lot,” I laughed half heartedly. He looked at me as if he didn’t get the joke. Or as if it wasn’t funny. I think the latter.

“I really shouldn’t,” I made it sound like I was being modest and humble, but my body would probably expel that greasy mess as soon as I put it in.

“No seriously, it’s okay Y/N,” he chuckled, “Really.”

As tempting as it was, I grimaced, “I can’t. Really. But thank you.”

He frowned as he folded the bag up and put it back on the counter, “Can I ask you a kind of personal question?”

“I suppose so,” I tapped my chin, “If you don’t mind that I might get really offended and kick you out.”

“I just,” he pressed his lips together as if he were selecting the right words, “Do you ever get out of here?”

I pressed my lips together and shook my head.

“Ever?” He was incredulous, “Like, what about school?”

“I don’t mind missing that,” I laughed, “Trust me.”

“Well, where do you wanna go?”

I was all too prepared for this. There were countless hours of staring at blank white walls to compile a list of places I’d rather be. I reached toward my books, “Can you pass me The Little Prince? It’s the book with the--”

“‘Got it,” He held the book up and handed it to me. I opened it up to page 42 and slid the sheet of notebook paper out that was scrawled on with glitter gel pen.

Y/N’s List of Places to Be Other Than Here

(No offense Melissa if you see this)

1. A friend’s house

2. A sleepover

3. Disneyland

4. Birch Aquarium

5. Greece

6. Mexico

7. Italy

8. A park

9. Fatburger, or any place that sells real people food

10. In the arms of someone I love

11. Northern Lights in Iceland, Sweden, Canada or Norway

12. Paris

13. On a road trip with friends

14. A Diner

Scott read over my shoulder as I read the items on the list out loud.  I could feel my face burning up as I got to number ten. I had definitely written that in a moment of weakness and vulnerability and it doesn’t reflect who I am as a person, obviously. I am not some cheese ball. “It’s not finished,” I folded it up, “And some of them I obviously can’t actually do, so, it’s just a dumb list.”

“I don’t think it’s a dumb list,” Scott held his hand out, “Can I see it again?”

“I, um, well,” I sighed and placed the paper in his hand. He looked it over again, his brow knitting in concentration. He nodded, “Okay, yeah, no totally not a dumb list.”

“I’m glad it has your seal of approval,” I picked at a loose thread on my sheets, “But I think I’ll just--”

“Uh,” Scott looked at the door as if he heard something coming, “Shoot. I gotta go.”

“Oh? You do?”

“Yeah,” he whirled around the room, packing up his belongings, “I probably shouldn’t be here and I might’ve told the receptionist I was going to the bathroom.”

“Oh, yeah, you probably should...you should go…”

“Before my mom kills me,” He grinned, “But at least I’m in a hopsital, right?”

His face immediately paled, “I mean, well she can’t really, you know--”

“Scott?!”

I could hear Melissa calling Scott’s name from the hallway. By the sounds of it, it sounded like she very well might wrangle Scott’s neck.

“Gotta go,” Scott opened the door and began to slip out.

“Wait, Scott, you still have my--”

The door shut behind him. I sighed.

“...my list.”

---

The next couple of days were a haze for me. I had a pretty bad fever. All I remember is waking up at 4:12am and immediately emptying the contents of my stomach into a bed pan. Nurse Melissa was off that night and instead Nurse Rosa came in and took my temperature while another Nurse, probably an intern since I didn’t recognise him, wrote some stuff down. Nurse Rosa reported me having a fever of 102. I slipped in and out of consciousness after that. I really wish I had a better description for it but it honestly all just was a haze that I was mostly asleep for it. My body felt like huge sandbags strapped into my mattress. My skin was burning. The light was too bright for my eyes. I was miserable.

When I woke up, I would’ve been happy about the fact that I felt better if it wasn’t for the fact that it was Thursday evening. Scott had come and gone by now. I sighed and turned over on my bed to face my books. What I saw there improved my mood easily by fifty points.

There was a stack of new books on top of my book collection, all with yellow BEACON HILLS HS LIBRARY stickers on them. There was my flower vase, but  it had brand new totally not withered flowers in it. There was a note attached to the vase. I pulled it off and unfolded it to see some messy handwriting scrawled inside:

-Y/N

I asked my mom if it was ok to come visit since you dont get a lot of visitors and she said yeah (: I came by but the docs said it wasn’t a good time, i waited around as long as i could, i’ve been coming after school too but it’s still being pretty bad, i hope you feel better soon because i’m bringing you something on wednesday and i don’t want it to go bad before you get to it. check in your drawer all the way in the back on the right. hope you enjoy it (but if it’s going to make you sicker...probably don’t eat it. get better soon,

-Scott M..

I leaned over as far as I comfortably could and opened the drawer on the bedside table. My hand flew to my mouth as I gasped, tears welling up in my eyes.

I had never been happier to see a Fatburger bag in my life.

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[haptureratch]

Several meltdowns and appox 40mg of CBD later....

I was monologuing to myself in the bathroom trying to make sense of my feelings once I realized that my imposter syndrome was preventing me from feeling excited and making preparations for my med school graduation.

2 very important things are coming out of it (though I have moved over to my wonderful couch, the rock of this damn apartment when everything else is falling apart / lost in transit / lied about / forgotten / etc etc etc)

1) I am crossing the finish line to an immense marathon. It does not matter what my time was or what place I’m coming in. I completed it. And I should feel proud. Just because I did not accomplish my own goals does not mean I failed. That’s the all-or-nothing thinking. I’m getting the same piece of paper (sure, it won’t say summa cum laude like it will on other’s papers....like it did on my bsn) as everyone else in that building. I’ll be wearing the same robes and tam (if balfour can fix their shit for the school lmao god). Even if the numeric details behind the degree are different for us ALL, I am still part of the us. I am a graduate of the class of 2022. There are no mistakes. I did not pass by undetected. I did not fail. I did not fail.

2) I was so scared to let go of ICU nursing jess. I thought there was only weak, slow, thoughtful high school & college jess ~OR~ FAST STRONG FUCKING FULL SEND MUSCULAR ICU BINCH. I was so scared when the latter began to fade away. I was like shit that means I’m regressing backward to weak jess. But I wasn’t. I was becoming the doctor version of myself. Which is actually a combination of the two, and will become even more in the next year. I seriously did not think there would be anything better than icu jess. But there was more. There is more. And I see her now. I see her and I see her struggles. I see her strengths pulled from both pasts. I needed to get quiet again. I needed to slow down. I will have immense liability on my hands. My decisions have the ability to affect soooooooooo much more than the parameters of the pre-written algorithms I used to work under. You cannot be egotistical. You cannot think you are hot shit. Everything I saw and did in the slicu will NOT serve as the appropriate template for everything I will see and do from now on. I had to start from scratch. I did not fall down. I did not regress. I grew. New problems came to light, sure, and I felt so fucking weak under the weight of med school demands. But that’s all okay.

MAN. I seriously thought nursing jess was the top of my evolution. No wonder why I was so scared to let that go. And how much power and confidence I had in comparison to hs/college. Of course I was terrified to step away. Anything would have felt like a step down when it was actually just a step AWAY. Not down.

I was standing there in that bathroom before all of this. And I could not shake all the feelings of fragility and failure....

It can be a quiet celebration within myself. But it should be fully alive in there. I did this. I deserve this. I am not perfect and that is acceptable. I still get my paper. I still get my title. I still get my (at least one year of) residency.

[kyunsies]

hi mädch tis 🌱 anon again :)) how are you? i'm writing this during a break between classes

LOL yeah sometimes i think mbb twt is a headache but i haven't engaged w stan twt in a while,, usually i follow translators, fansites and cc's so my experience on kpoptwt is v diff from the typical stan twt user,, drama makes my head ache and i use the mute button a LOT haha. aside from that being on twt+tumblr is p chill despite it being kinda lonely cause i don't have a lot of mbb friends irl+online (most irl kpop stan friends are arm*es haha) so i send stuff to a close friend that puts up w me :')) (+ @changkyun show us your face you cryptic)

long haired changkyun my beloved <3 but also his red hair was so so cute :( it might be my favourite "non-natural" colour on him,, but black/natural is superior. i think that hair definitely makes a difference in your appearance + ur vibes. esp w hyungwon his long hair gave him this mysterious + enigmatic vibe and when he cut it the bread cheeks were more pronounced,, soft bean

it does feel kind of good to be done w high school!! esp cause i feel like this year was especially long. i had intense courseloads at the beginning and end (so the middle was kinda chill) but i finished the ib without having to do exams so i'm forever thankful for that :'))) i have definitely felt very stressed at times during hs. and i agree!! the expectations in high school are quite unrealistic, and w the pandemic it's really easy to feel overwhelmed and burnt out all the time. it didn't help that the program i was in was pretty rigourous/intense. absolutely no time for myself unless i was procrastinating,, which i did a lot. very much looking forward to some sort of fresh start in uni though, even if i think my first year is gonna be stressful (STEM major ahah). @ the uni i chose, the first year is "designed" to weed ppl out,, if that makes sense. that being said, v much looking forward to the summer because i will FINALLY have time to do whatever i want and not have to focus on a math essay like last year T^T.

and for the ask game, let's do chungha! idk much abt her but i really liked the song she did w rich brian (88rising - these nights)

hi sweetheart 💖💖💖 sorry i’m late to this bubbie i saw it right away but i wanted to give u a well thought out response when work was done so i’m done for the day now :)

yeah seriously like i don’t mean to be a twt hater all the time but that app literally gives me the sh*ts when i go on there MFNJFF i get so anxious going on there :( i literally only follow like 20 ppl on there and honestly i might start unfollowing again HHH my twt is such a flop i just rt and bookmark things 🥲 but i also really relate to the second part babe tumblr tho it’s really chill and i love it, it does get quite lonely at times :( but i want u to know thag this place will always be a home to you and u can talk to me whenever you’d like okay !!!!!

also YES :((((( i don’t think my manifesting is working ….. really thought he was going to drop the selca today :( but !!!! i still have hope hehe i have a feeling it’s coming soon !!! 🥺 i also really liked his red hair too i think it was a really good look for him, i also adored his purple hair for fantasia era too 💖 wish he had it for longer !!! his undercut for Fantasia era was soooo pretty :( but ……. i kinda wanna see what he would look like with blonde hair again KDNKDJD i know ppl think he would look “dirty/unkept” with blonde hair but i would like to at least see it ONE MORE TIME LOLOLOL <3 i do think his black hair is absolutely superior too tho :)

i’m sure it feels so nice to be done hun !!! i’m so proud of you 🥺 high school was v tiring for me bc i pushed myself to take rigorous classes and then my sport had me out until about 7/8pm every night so it was just so hard to get my hw done at a reasonable time :( but especially with the field you’re going in stem it’s really tough … but you can do it !!!! you’ll find your grove <3 and i feel the whole weening ppl out tho, bc i’m a nursing major our uni’s policy is that if you have anything below a B (80%) in your nursing classes you get kicked out so i’m always stressed about my grades 😭 you will be fine, okay?

AND SKDJJD OKAY !!! miss chungha my queen <3

chungha

my first impression of her : diva 👀 KNDJD i wasn’t sure about her she looked really scary but my first ever song i heard was snapping and i LOVED it !!!!

what i think her best era was : either gotta go or the era with her pre-release (stay tonight + play!!)

what i love about her : she is unlike any other female soloist !!!! her dancing is u matched truly she can be dainty but her down too she’s incredible … she’s a huddled !!! the gal never rests KDJKD and her voice is absolutely stunning 🥺

[starry-kfics]

baby [namjoon]

so this is an imagine that i meant to post like three days ago, but i accidentally posted it on my other account, like an idiot. anyways, hope y’all enjoy!

word count: 3168

warnings: none, just a hs au

author: mel

♡

Ringing the doorbell, you nervously looked at your phone to double check that you had the right address. Today you were supposed to start a babysitting job for a single mom that lived down the street from you. She had just moved in, and needed someone to watch her baby weeknights while she worked night shifts. You loved kids, and happily accepted the job.

The door was opened by a young woman who bowed to you. "Are you Y/L/N Y/N?"

"Yes, Ms. Kim." You bowed back, and followed her inside.

"It's wonderful to meet you. Let me go get Jaesun!"

As she bustled away, you got more excited, that must be the baby you were to watch. Standing silently, you were starting to get anxious. You didn't like just waiting there.

She returned with a small baby swaddled in blankets and started explaining his care and schedule. "This is little Jaesun. He eats at five-thirty, I already have his bottle in the fridge, you just need to warm it up for him. Two minutes. I also made you some food for you to eat as well. Jaesun likes his lullabies to be played when he goes to sleep, they're in the CD player in his room. And his bedtime is eight o'clock, but he's usually asleep by then."

"Okay, I've got it, Ms. Kim." You nodded, and she gave her son a kiss on the forehead before handing him to you.

"I'll be back at ten-thirty, that's okay with your parents, right?"

"Of course, I just live down the street." You assured her, cradling Jaesun close to you.

"Wonderful. Oh, one more thing, my younger brother lives with us as well. I'm not sure exactly where he is right now, he said he was out with his friends. He'll probably be back before I am."

"Okay."

"Thank you so much. Bye." Ms. Kim waved and gave the baby one last peck on the forehead before closing the door behind her.

Moving some of the blankets from around his head, you finally saw Jaesun's face. "There you are, baby." You smiled, and he looked up at you with the most precious eyes.

He didn't need to be fed for another hour and a half, so you decided to sit on the couch with him. You weren't sure if he could crawl yet, and he didn't seem to want to get out of the blankets either.

Babies were so easy to talk to, they didn't judge you or talk back. They just listened, and you found that Jaesun actually seemed to be paying attention, mystified by your voice.

There was a sudden crash from down the hall where the bedrooms were, and you froze. Was someone trying to break in?

Holding the baby even closer to you, you picked up your phone and took cautious steps away from the sound. You needed to call the police.

"Noona!" A male voice yelled from where the sound had come from. "I knocked my lamp over. Again."

You didn't respond, unsure of what to do. Jaesun had other ideas, immediately crying.

"Sh, sh, come on baby. It's okay, sh, sh." You tried to calm him down, but he was still screaming.

"Soojung noona! Jaesun is crying again." The voice came again, this time accompanied by the door opening.

A figure walked out from the room, and it seemed to be a young man of about your age.

"Soojung!" He yelled again, then stopped when he noticed you rocking the crying baby. "Oh, you must be the babysitter."

"Yes, I'm Y/L/N Y/N. Are you Ms. Kim's brother?" You kept rocking Jaesun, he was starting to calm down.

"Soojung? Yeah, she's my sister."

"She said you were with your friends."

The boy shook his head, looking at the ground. "No, we uh, we just moved here. So, I don't really have friends yet. I just told her that I had some to make her feel better."

"Oh."

"I'm Kim Namjoon, by the way." He bowed to you, and you nodded back, not able to bow with the baby in your hands.

"It's nice to meet you." You looked back down at Jaesun when you felt a tug on your neck, he had grabbed your necklace charm and stuck it in his mouth. "I don't think so, Jaesun."

Shaking your head, you took it back then stuck his pacifier in his mouth.

"You're really good with him." Namjoon said, and you smiled over at him for a second.

"Thanks. Uhm, not to be rude, but why did your sister hire me if you're here?"

"She doesn't trust me to babysit."

"Why?"

"I... tend to drop things."

You couldn't keep from laughing, and quickly composed yourself again. "Sorry."

Namjoon was grinning too, stroking his nephew's jet black hair for a moment. "Don't be, it is pretty funny. Until I drop poor Jaesun on his head or something."

"I guess you're not going to be holding him then."

"Nope." The older boy said, looking up from the baby to you.

It was then that you realized how close you two were, only Jaesun's small body in your arms separated you from Namjoon. Then you saw the wall clock, it was time to feed the baby.

"Oh! It's Jaesun's dinner time!" You said, walking into the kitchen to grab the bottle from the fridge. Then you called out to the boy you had left in the living room. "Ms. Kim made dinner, if you're hungry too, Namjoon."

"It's so weird to hear you call her Ms. Kim." He commented, following you into the kitchen. "She's always just been Soojung to me."

You placed the bottle in the microwave, and set it for two minutes. "Well that's because she's your sister. She's employed me."

Jaesun seemed very interested in the microwave, watching it whir and spin around.

"Well yeah, but it's still weird." Namjoon went over to the stove, where a large pot of soup sat.

You nodded, you couldn't imagine hearing your parents be called by their first names. The microwave dinged, and you shifted Jaesun to one arm to grab it. Making sure it wasn't too hot, you sat at the kitchen table to begin feeding him.

"Do you want some, Y/N?" Your companion asked, setting his bowl of soup on the table.

"My hands are full." You shrugged, in one hand was a baby and in the other was a bottle he was slowly nursing from.

"Here." Namjoon filled his spoon, then held it out to you, hand hovering underneath it to catch any falling drips.

"Namjoon, I'm fine, thank-" You were interrupted by your stomach growling very loud, which caused both boys to smile. "Fine."

Opening your mouth, you let him put the spoon in your mouth, and you accepted the soup off it. Chewing the piece of chicken that was in it, you swallowed the delicious broth. "Your sister is a very good cook!"

"I know." Namjoon grinned, dipping the utensil back in to take his own bite.

After Jaesun finished his bottle, you'd shared the bowl of soup with Namjoon and talked amicably. Apparently you went to the same school, and shared some teachers, but no classes.

Jaesun was wriggling around in his blanket cocoon. "Oh, you've got some energy now, huh?" You giggled, rinsing out the bottle before placing it on a towel to dry.

Walking into the living room, you unswaddled him before gently setting him on the floor. The baby immediately began crawling, and you smiled as he slowly moved across the floor.

"Hey, Y/N, it was great hanging out, but I've got some math homework to finish." Namjoon said from the doorway, looking reluctant to leave.

"Ooh, have fun." You shook your head, tickling Jaesun's feet. "If you need any help, I already finished mine."

"Thanks."

Once the older boy disappeared into his bedroom, you shifted your focus completely back to Jaesun. The baby was moving back towards you, and you sat down to watch him. He got even closer, and attempted to crawl over your legs.

"What are you doing, baby?" You laughed as he ended up rolling over. Helping him back on his front, you stroked his head. "There you go, Jaesun."

Jaesun kept playing around on the floor as you made sure he didn't bump into anything. You saw him trying to grab the edge of the table to stand himself up, and gently helped him, making sure he didn't fall. He took a hesitant step.

"Namjoon?" You called behind you, not able to contain your excitement. "Does Jaesun walk?"

"What? No." He yelled back, voice muffled as it went through the door.

"Well he's walking now!"

You heard his door get thrown open, and he came running out to join you in the living room. As soon as his uncle got there, Jaesun plopped down, as if he had never stood up.

"Aw, come on, Jaesun." Namjoon whined, running a hand through his own dark hair.

"Don't make a liar out of me." You laughed, helping him get back up.

Jaesun took a shaky step forward, then another. When you looked at Namjoon, you could see that his jaw had dropped, and it became the widest smile you'd seen.

"Look at you go!" He cooed, cheering on Jaesun. "You're walking! Your mom is gonna be so proud of you!"

You were beaming as you watched the fond interaction between the boys, appreciating how happy Namjoon was. Happiness looked so good on him. You hadn't even understood how long you'd been staring until you realized that Namjoon was holding a crying Jaesun out to you.

"His diaper isn't smelling too good." He informed you, and you took the child from him.

"Haven't you changed one of these?" You sighed, getting up off the floor.

"I'm not the babysitter."

With an eye roll, you walked into Jaesun's room to change his diaper. When you walked back out, you saw Namjoon sitting on the couch with a textbook across his lap and a sheepish smile on his face. "So uh, how good are you at math?"

You put Jaesun in his stationary bouncing chair, then sat beside Namjoon. As Jaesun bounced happily in the corner, you worked with the older boy on his math homework. He was struggling, but thankfully this was a topic you were good at.

"I don't get it!" Namjoon groaned, sitting back on the couch.

You removed the book from his lap and set it on the table. "Let's take a break, okay?"

"Okay."

"Namjoon, do you mind keeping an eye on Jaesun while I use the restroom?"

"Go ahead, it's the first door on your left." He pointed down the hallway where the bedrooms were.

Following his directions, you found the restroom. As you were washing your hands, you looked over yourself in the mirror. You looked disheveled and tired, but there was still a smile on your face; you were having fun with Namjoon and Jaesun.

Then you heard the cries of the baby, and you rushed to dry your hands off then run back out to the living room. Jaesun was still in his bouncer, screaming bloody murder.

"I didn't do anything!" Namjoon said defensively as you gave him a look.

Picking Jaesun up, you held him close to you, rocking him gently as you shushed him. "It's okay, baby. Shh, shh. Come on, it's okay."

Jaesun started to calm down, hiccupping as his tears subsided. "Aw, your face is all red now." You cooed, using his bib to wipe at his tears. "You're okay, Jaesun. You're okay."

Turning on your heel to face Namjoon, you raised your eyebrows questioningly. "Are you sure nothing happened?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I was just trying another problem and he started crying as soon he realized you were gone." The boy assured you, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

"Babies don't have a sense of object permanency. He probably thought I was gone forever." You laughed, tenderly squeezing his chubby cheeks. "I wouldn't leave you like that, Jaesun. I promise."

Jaesun wrapped his whole hand around your index finger and started sucking on it.

"Aw baby, you have a pacifier for that." Taking your finger back, you stuck his purple pacifier in his mouth before he could cry again.

Sitting back on the couch with Jaesun in your lap, you looked expectantly at Namjoon. "We've got five more problems, you can do this, Namjoon."

When he was finally finished with his homework, it was five minutes till eight. Jaesun was already nodding off in your arms, and you stood up as slowly as you could to avoid disturbing him.

"I've gotta put him to bed now." You whispered to Namjoon, and he nodded.

In Jaesun's room, you gently changed his clothes, then put him into his crib. You found the CD player Ms. Kim had mentioned, and started it at the first track. A beautiful piano lullaby played, and you put a few blankets on Jaesun.

"Goodnight, Jaesun. I'll see you tomorrow." You kissed two fingers, then placed them on his forehead.

The door creaked behind you, and you turned to see Namjoon walking into the room. "I like to say goodnight as well."

You stepped back from the crib to let Namjoon tell his nephew goodnight. Then, you both left his room together, making sure to leave the door cracked open just a little, in case Jaesun woke up and started crying.

"Ah," Namjoon stretched before falling onto the couch. "We've got two and half more hours, now what?"

"Do you have all your other homework done, Namjoon?" You questioned.

"Y/N, you're babysitting Jaesun, not me."

"But still-"

"Y/N." Namjoon interrupted you sternly, patting the open couch beside him. "Relax. Jaesun is asleep, your job is done for today."

"Unless he wakes up." You murmured as he grabbed your hands to pull you onto the couch.

"Then you'll deal with it then. Now, let's find a movie to watch." He let go of you to grab the remote and turn on the TV.

"Quietly, so we don't wake Jaesun."

"Yes, quietly."

Through the whole movie, there wasn't a single sound from Jaesun's room. Just as the credits started rolling, the sound of the front door unlocking met your ears, and you stood up to greet the woman walking in.

"Hello, Ms. Kim." You bowed to her, speaking quietly. "Jaesun is asleep."

"Thank you." She smiled, then saw Namjoon on the couch you had just stood up from, half-asleep. "I see you met my brother as well."

"Yes." You confirmed, nudging him to get up. "Namjoon, your sister is home."

"Soojung!" Namjoon exclaimed, leaping up to hug his sister.

She shushed him as she hugged him back. "Hey Namjoon. You didn't bother Y/N, right?"

"He scared me half to death at first, I thought someone was breaking in." You admitted, laughing at the memory of you clutching your phone. It seemed much longer than a few hours ago.

When Ms. Kim gave her brother a disappointed look, Namjoon rolled his eyes. "No, I didn't bother her. She even offered to help me with my homework."

She looked to you, and you nodded. "Do I need to pay you for tutoring as well?" She asked, digging into her purse.

"No! No, you don't!" You insisted, you knew that a single mother supporting her son and her brother had to be tight on money. "Please, it was my pleasure."

"Thank you." She smiled, handing you just the amount for babysitting for the week.

"It was no problem, I had fun with the boys tonight."

"I'm glad Namjoon wasn't too much a bother."

"I'm not a bother." He insisted as his sister reached up to mess up his hair.

"I'll be going home now, unless you need anything else from me, Ms. Kim." You announced.

"Yes, go home. Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." The older woman bowed to you. "Thank you again, Y/N."

"You're welcome. Goodnight." Bowing back to her, then to Namjoon, you turned to walk out.

"Here," Namjoon was suddenly at your side, opening the door for you. "I'll walk you home."

"I just live down the street."

"It's dark outside, you shouldn't be walking alone at this time."

Turning to his sister, you asked, "Is that okay?"

"Of course!" She grinned. "It's good to see Namjoon finally acting like a gentleman."

"Soojung." He groaned as she waved you two out the door.

As you walked down the sidewalk, you couldn't wipe the smile from your face. "I had a really good time tonight, thank you Namjoon."

"So did I." He replied, a small smirk on his face as he looked down at you. "Thanks for helping me with the math homework."

"It's one of the few things I'm good at."

"Don't talk like that, I'm sure you're good at a lot of things. You're really good with kids, Jaesun loves you."

"Thanks. How about you, Namjoon, what are you good at?"

"I don't like bragging, but, I like writing songs, and raps."

"Do you sing and rap as well?"

"Sometimes, yeah. I just wish I had someone to collaborate with."

You grinned as a thought formulated in your mind. "I should introduce you to Min Yoongi, then."

"Min Yoongi?" Namjoon asked, and you could in the faint lamppost light that he looked despaired. "Is that your boyfriend?"

"Oh my god, no!" You laughed, having to cover your face to keep from snorting. "He's one of my best friends, he does rapping and songwriting too."

"Good."

Finally, you were at your front door. "Thank you for walking me home, Namjoon."

"No problem. Like I said, you shouldn't walk alone this late at night."

"Well, goodnight then."

Just as your hand grabbed the door handle, Namjoon's grabbed yours, stopping you. "Y/N?"

"Yes?" You turned to him, he looked absolutely ethereal in the soft light of your porch lights.

"Could I see you again?"

"I'll be at your house tomorrow." You answered with a laugh, and he shook his head in response.

"I mean without the crying baby. Just us two." His dark brown eyes looked into yours.

Looking down at your hands that were still holding each other's, you took a deep breath to gain your courage. "As in, a date?"

"That's what I'd like."

"Then yes, I'd love to, Namjoon."

Namjoon's smile grew, dimples deepening in his cheeks, which made him even more adorable to you. "This Saturday? We could go get lunch."

"That sounds wonderful."

"Okay. Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Namjoon." You grinned as he turned to leave. "One more thing?"

"Hm?" As soon as he turned back to you, you got on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

"See you tomorrow." With a satisfied skip in your step, you walked inside, leaving Namjoon on his porch, fingers gracing the cheek that you had just pecked.