#I forgot I literally had a semester of school since the last one

[gamergirl929]

The End of the Year (Hermione Granger x Reader)

A continuation of the multichapter fic, The Durmstrang

It felt like it was only yesterday when you decided to transfer from Durmstrang to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a transfer that brought you to the woman you were hopelessly in love with, Hermione Granger.

Now however, you had no idea where your relationship stood, or if she felt the same as you did. You could only hope she felt the same way as you did, but would you find the courage to tell her how you felt before she left on the Hogwarts Express and off to her home for the Summer?

Disclaimer: SO, I took a crazy long writing hiatus, my writer's block literally took over, I recently picked up writing again, and realized I forgot to update this fic for a crazy long time, but I'm back and hoping to get this one wrapped up, please let me know what you think and I'm so sorry for such a long delay!

9.

Snogging with Hermione in the Astronomy Tower during your free period had become a regular thing, almost resulting in the two of you being caught.  

What bothered you, and what bothered Hermione as well was not knowing what exactly the two of you were.  

Was it a fling?  

Was it a relationship?  

Neither of you knew, but as the days of the semester grew fewer and fewer, you knew you needed to find out.  

It wasn’t until the last week though that you found the courage you needed to ask Hermione what this was, and if she wanted this to go further.  

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Hermione couldn’t believe the year was at its end, couldn’t believe that the year she’d spent with you was coming to an end, but it was, though she had your guarantee that next year, she’d see you at Hogwarts again.  

What wasn’t guaranteed though, was what was going on between the two of you.  

Hermione had wanted to know since it started, wanted to know what the kisses you first shared in the Astronomy Tower meant, though the longer it went on, the more fearful she grew.  

What if you didn’t want what she wanted?  

What if you didn’t want her as much as she wanted you?  

Hermione lets out a soft sigh, drawing the attention of her fellow Gryffindor's sitting around her in The Great Hall.  

“What’s wrong?” Ron asks, shoving as much food in his mouth as he can.  

Ginny rolls her eyes.  

“Honestly Ronald.” She smacks him in the back of the head, eliciting a snigger from those nearby.  

“Oi! I could’ve choked.” He downs his Pumpkin Juice.  

Ginny scoffs.  

“Don’t eat like a troll then, you git.”  

Ron mumbles.  

“You’re a git.”  

Harry shakes his head, turning away from the bickering siblings, his blue eyes landing on the Gryffindor in front of him.  

“Thinking about Y/N?” He asks, smirking when Hermione’s cheeks flush.  

“No.”  

Ron waves a fork at the girl.  

“I seen you two heading to the Astronomy Tower the other day, what was that about?” He asks dumbly, completely missing Hermione’s blood red cheeks, meanwhile Ginny grins, as does Harry.  

“Yeah, what WERE you two doing Hermione?” She teases, earning an eye roll in return.  

“N-Nothing, h-had a free period.” She mumbles, unable to look across the table at her friends.  

Meanwhile, you’re heading down the grand staircase, your face buried in your Charm’s book. 

You blindly make your way towards The Great Hall, somehow making it to the Gryffindor table and taking your seat beside Hermione, unaware that your friends had been discussing what had went on between you and Hermione in the Astronomy Tower.  

“Mione, can you help me?” You ask, not looking away from your book and Hermione nods, leaping up from the table and grabbing your hand, dragging you out of The Great Hall, leaving a smirking Ginny and Harry behind.  

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As the days went by, the end of the Semester neared, with exams going on, Hermione and you hadn’t had much time to talk, let alone meet in the Astronomy Tower.  

In reality, while there, you spent a lot of your time just talking, just being alone together without any eyes on you.  

SOMETIMES that alone time included snogging as well, but you’d keep that between you and Hermione, though considering you hadn’t spent much time alone together, you were missing her dearly.  

You yawn, rubbing your face before stretching with a lengthy groan.  

You had ONE day of exams left and you were doing everything to make sure Hogwarts had a REASON to welcome you back with open arms, though you knew for a fact you were coming back.  

“Hey mate.”  

You jump, glancing behind you, smiling when Harry and Ron jump onto the couch, sitting on either side of you.  

“Hey.” You sigh, slamming your book shut.  

“Still studying?” Harry asks and you nod, earning a snort from Ron.  

“Just wing it like I do.”  

Ginny rolls her eyes as she passes by, smacking him in the head with whatever she was holding.  

“Bloody Hell!”  

You slap a hand over your mouth, but are unable to hold back your laughter, tears forming in your eyes as you laugh at Ron’s misery.  

“Quiet you, git.” He growls, though he can’t help but smile as well, Harry’s lips splitting in a grin as well.  

T0he portrait swings open, revealing a disheveled Hermione Granger, the intellect having been in the library until it had closed.   

Hermione feels brief annoyance at the sound of laughter, but as soon as she realizes who it is that’s laughing, that annoyance melts away, the girl instead leaning against the wall to watch you.  

She can’t help but grin when you playfully shove Ron, the boy shoving you back.  

It’s in that moment, seeing you so carefree, so happy makes Hermione realize that she doesn’t just care for you as more than a friend.  

She was completely and utterly in love with you.  

Your eyes finally find Hermione’s, a grin stretching across your face as you wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes.  

Hermione smiles back, hugging her books to her chest.  

She could only hope that you felt the same.  

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That hope dwindled away when the final day of the semester came, and you’d remained silent, the courage you THOUGHT you had at the start of the week ebbing away.  

It wasn’t until you were walking to the Platform to see your friends off that you realized you were moments from running out of time.  

It’s only when your feet hit the platform that you realize you have to make your move now, your father and the things he’d taught you be damned.  

You clear your throat, grabbing Hermione’s wrist.  

Hermione turns to you, brows furrowed.  

“Are you alright?” She asks, worriedly and you nod, swallowing hard.  

“Ye-Yeah, I am...” You shuffle nervously from foot to foot, your father’s voice screaming in your head, repeating the same mantra as always.  

You give your head a shake.  

“L-Look.” You clear your throat.  

Hermione’s head cocks to the side in confusion.  

“Hermione, if I didn’t do this, I know I’d regret it for the rest of my life.”  

Hermione’s heart skips a beat as you lean in, her brown orbs widening.  

You stop midway, giving her the chance to close the gap between you, giving her the chance to make the final move.  

If her lips met yours then she felt the same way you did, if your lips met, it meant your father was wrong, and that everything you were told was wrong.  

Though there was a chance she might no- 

Your thoughts fall silent as Hermione’s lips meet yours, the woman’s fingers tangling in the fine hairs at the base of your neck as her lips glide against yours.  

Nearby, Harry, Ron and Ginny as well as a few other Gryffindor's watch the scene gleefully.  

The two of you part, your eyes wide and cheeks flushed as a grin stretches across your face.  

Hermione giggles, leaning in to rest her forehead against yours.  

“I suppose that’s a way of coming out to the school.” She shrugs, cheeks bright red and you chuckle.  

“I suppose it is.” You grin, the same charming smile that you’d directed her way when you sat down beside her in The Great Hall at the beginning of the year.  

Hermione licks her lips.  

“Does that mean...?” She starts and you smile.  

“Maybe I’d like to snog you in more places than the Astronomy Tower.” You shrug, earning a playful slap in the chest.  

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around her.  

“I wanted to do this in 4th year, but Victor got to you first.” You roll your eyes, the girl in your arms giggling.  

“And now?” She whispers hopefully and you smirk, glancing around.  

“Well, I don’t see Victor, do you?” You ask, the girl shaking her head.  

“No, I don’t.”  

You grin, leaning in to press another kiss to her lips, though you’re jumping moments later when the Hogwarts Express’s horn blows loudly.  

Hermione shakes her head with a grin.  

“I have to go.” She frowns, though it passes for a moment, when you kiss her forehead.  

“I’m sure we’ll see each other over Summer. Send me an owl?” You smile, the girl nodding.  

“Of course.”  

Hermione presses another kiss to your lips before she glances over her shoulder and Harry, Ron and Ginny, the three grinning widely.  

“Shut up.” She mumbles, turning to give you another squeeze and a quick peck before she makes her way towards the train, her friend’s in toe.  

“Oi! We’ll see you at the Burrow later this year, yeah?!” Ron yells and you nod, sending the four a wave.  

“You can count on it.”  

Your eyes remain on the group until they disappear into the train, your smile widening when you catch Hermione’s brown orbs behind the glass of one of the many train’s windows.  

You place your fingers to your lips before blowing at the girl, whose blush you can see through the train’s window.  

Your hand rests over your heart as you watch the train pull away, the last thing you see being that of Hermione’s chocolate brown orbs as the train rolls out of the Platform.  

In that moment you knew, transferring to Hogwarts had been the best decision you’d ever made.  

[hoonieyun]

oblivious

oblivious 

pairing: park jongseong x reader “y/n”

genre: dark, serial killer!jay, slasher

warnings: murder, violence, major character death, drugs and alcohol, manipulation, assault, very dark themes and as always, MDNI 18+ (lmk if i forgot anything)

summary: for the last few months, a serial killer named “nightbird” has been causing chaos and havoc in your small college town. it’s the start of your final year of university and everyone is walking on eggshells. your town has created a mandated curfew since the summer started, fearing that they might be the nightbird’s next victim. after being convinced to go to a halloween party at one of the university frat’s, you find yourself the possible target as the nightbird’s next victim. you were the perfect victim, clueless, helpless, and oblivious. just how the nightbird likes them. 

characters:

park jongseong “jay” - the nightbird

reader “y/n”

lee heeseung

sim jaeyun “jake”

park sunghoon (ex!sunghoon)

kim chaewon

notes: do you like scary movies..? LOL i love slasher films so this was a bit self indulgent hahaa, but it’s loosely based off of a movie named you’re next. i took some themes from that movie and other popular slashers and combined it into this fic. i hope you enjoy!! ahhhh halloween is coming up soon!! not proofread huhu

word count: 10380

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“welcome back ravens! the 2024-2025 school year is a-go and we’re so excited to have you back! the summer has been eventful to say the least so we hope you all have your thinking caps ready for a new school year! this school year is going to be one to remember.” a student says enthusiastically but disingenuously through the school intercom. tall standing speakers erect from the grounds of the college campus scattered everywhere so that no student misses out on announcements as if anyone even cared. 

“god, do they always have to do these. i thought we were going to get rid of that when we left high school.” chaewon, your best friend and roommate, says as she rolls her eyes. her stark black bob-cut hair dancing with each step she takes. “please chaewon, morning announcements are like what keeps the education system going.” you explain, causing the two of you to stop in your tracks to look at each other; bursting out into laughter after your sarcastic remark. 

“no, but seriously; they just do that to get students hyped but as you can see…” you pause, motioning to the students all wearing headphones or too busy running to their classes, “no one cares.” 

“don’t forget, with the events of the summer, senator park has issued the curfew mandate to be extended only for an hour as he is aware of several college campuses that have courses that end in the evening. go ravens!” the student says before finally signing off. 

“an extra hour, isn’t that like… not safe?” chaewon asks you and you just shrug. not thinking about how the extra hour would affect anyone, especially you and chaewon since the two of you had identical classes for the semester and finished the day at 5PM, before it got dark out. 

“there’s my two favorite ladies!” jake says as he runs up behind the two of you, hanging his arms around both your shoulders. “ew jake, never say that again.” chaewon says, brushing his arm off of her shoulders. jake takes the hint and removes his arms off your shoulders, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “sooo, you hear about the curfew?” he asks, an ulterior motive waiting at the back of his tongue. 

“yes, jake. they literally just announced it. dude, stop drinking so much it’s making you stupid.” chaewon says. jake and chaewon were cousins so their banter was normal. you couldn’t help but laugh at them because they were practically siblings. “well, since the curfew got extended a bit. i was thinking maybe we should go to this halloween party?” jake says, jutting out his bottom lip into a pout with a shrug. 

“a halloween party? september isn’t even over yet.” you respond to him, chaewon rolling her eyes at her cousin’s suggestion. “also, just because there’s an extension on the curfew doesn’t mean it’s an encouragement to go out for longer. i don’t want to be murdered. especially y/n, she’s like the perfect victim!” chaewon says. “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, confused at her remark. “oh! sorry, i didn’t mean it like that! i’m just saying, you’re pretty similar to all of the victim’s so far. same characteristics and features is all.” chaewon explains, panic spreading across her face as she realizes what she said was slightly offensive. you just nod with a tight lipped smile in response and reflect on her comment. 

“the party isn’t for another few weeks, but they sent out the invites early because they’re doing preparations to make sure that everyone is safe.” jake explains. “plus, i got into that frat i was telling you guys about and they said i could bring as many friends as i want.” jake says with a proud smile on his face. 

“okay, first of all, joining a frat in our last year of university is loser behavior. and two, we’re the only friends you have so the “bring as many friends” that your frat bros told you, is two.” chaewon retorts, always quick witted, especially when it came to making fun of her cousin. 

“whatever chae! you don’t have to come but y/n you should. i know how much you love halloween, plus it’s a costume party!” jake says, adding the last part to try and sweeten the deal. it did sound tempting but with the serial killer still on the loose and the number of victims getting higher everyday, you weren’t entirely sure you would be down for it. “we’ll see jaeyun, i’m still a bit shaken up about the murders, but thank you for the invite.” you say, smiling widely at jake and he returns the smile. “well you guys just let me know ok!” he says, jogging in front of the two of you. “i gotta get to class, see ya!” he says, giving you a peace sign while flipping off his cousin, to which chaewon responds with a middle finger of her own. 

“you know you should really be nicer to jake. he’s sweet…” you say softly and chaewon makes a puking sound. “ew, i can’t believe you just called him sweet. i’m never telling him that it’s gonna go to his big head.” chaewon says while linking your arms as the two of you enter the science building. 

your first class of the day was a lab with chaewon. you were both science majors. you were studying forensics while chaewon was studying biology. you loved science but you didn’t often tell anyone about your love of science, fearing that you would bore them to death. chaewon on the other hand flaunted her intelligence like it was a luxury handbag. boasting her smarts and physical prowess being not only your college’s top student but also the captain of the school’s women’s soccer team. she was perfect, like she was written from a book with archetypes of various character’s most perfect qualities. you on the other hand, kept to yourself, jake and chaewon were really your only friends. 

you met chaewon you freshmen year as you two were assigned roommates and have been best friends since. you met jake through your ex-boyfriend, sunghoon, when you met with sunghoon one day for a double date with jake, sunghoon encouraged you to bring chaewon as he thought she would be a good match for jake. needless to say, when you all arrived and chaewon and jake recognized each other, you and sunghoon spent the whole night laughing at the two cousins as they were almost each other’s blind date. 

you and sunghoon were high school sweethearts. you started dating when you were sophomores in high school and by the time you were sophomores in college, you two had broken up as sunghoon became too busy after he became the school’s ice hockey captain. you saw the breakup coming but a part of you wished that you had chosen to be selfish. instead of encouraging sunghoon to focus on ice hockey over you, but you wished you pushed for it to be the other way around, but you weren’t like that. you always put others before you. your grandmother always said that was a double-edged sword and your breakup with sunghoon proved that. 

“hey…” chaewon says, stopping you to stand in front of you to look into your eyes. “you know i didn’t mean anything by my comment earlier right? the one about you being the perfect victim…” chaewon says, eyes clearly looking for a sign to see if you were offended. you weren’t but the comment did leave you to think about how you appeared to others. “don’t worry chae, i know what you meant. plus if the nightbird ever came after us we can just push jake to him and he’d probably yap the nightbird’s ear off and he’d just give up and leave.” you say, making chaewon laugh; glad that you weren’t upset at her. when you and chaewon first became friends, you quickly learned that she was very blunt and said most things that came to her mind. most of which weren’t offensive but her bluntness definitely rub some people the wrong way if they didn’t know her the way you and jake did. 

you and chaewon entered the lab, students already geared up for the first session of the day. you scanned the room to find an open section that you and chaewon could work at when you spotted a familiar boy. thick pair of eyebrows that were furrowed as he wrote some notes down in a notebook. “okay if i join you?” you ask, causing sunghoon to raise his head to see who the voice was coming from. 

“y/n- uh yea- yeah…” he says, a slight stutter in his voice as he clearly wasn’t expecting to see you. “y/n, you found us a spot. nice- you!” chaewon says as she joins you after grabbing some things from the professor, seeing your ex made chaewon almost throw her phone at him. chaewon didn’t really like sunghoon, even though you are still okay with him after your breakup. 

sunghoon almost instinctly flinches after seeing chaewon because when she heard about your breakup, chaewon dumped an americano on him in the middle of the cafeteria. luckily, it was iced. “down girl!” you say jokingly, motioning for chaewon to relax and not to make a scene. “you’re lucky i love y/n…” she says, narrowing her eyes at sunghoon almost like it was a threat. 

you shoot sunghoon an apologetic smile before getting to work with chaewon. this lab was just a continuation of research the two of you did over the summer so you just continued whatever you needed to for the day. 

“hey, thanks man. sorry i’m late.” a guy runs up to sunghoon, pulling out a stool next to him to have a seat. he hands sunghoon an americano and starts taking things out of his backpack. “no problem, thanks for the drink.” sunghoon says, taking a sip of his coffee. you and chaewon just stared at sunghoon until he realized he hadn’t introduced his friend to you guys. 

“oh! uh, y/n and chaewon, this is jongseong. he just moved here and he’s on the ice hockey team with me.” sunghoon finally says, introducing you to the mystery man. you and chaewon smile at him, “you can call me jay.” he says, extending his hand out to both of you. chaewon smiles and gets back to finishing her notes while you accept his handshake. it was firm but not in the way where it was intimidating, but in the way that showed he was secure. “heh, your hands are soft.” jay randomly blurts out. “shit, sorry i didn’t mean to say that out loud.” he says, slapping his hand over his mouth. you laugh at his reaction and let him know it’s okay, earning a weird side-eye from chaewon. 

the rest of the day went by pretty quickly, you and chaewon only had a lab and one class on monday’s so you were back at your shared apartment before it was even 3PM. 

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you got back to your apartment alone because chaewon had soccer practice. you changed into comfy clothes and made your way to the kitchen to grab something to eat. deciding on heating up some leftovers from last night. you sit down at your couch and switch the tv on only to be met with another update from the news. 

“breaking news, the nightbird has claimed another victim. cassandra kim, a 3rd year student at…” when you heard the name you began to tune out the news anchor. cassandra was a student you mentored over the summer. you were both in the forensics program and she had fallen behind in some classes so she reached out to you for some help. your ears began to ring at the news of the nightbird not only having his first victim at your college, but the fact that during your mentoship with cassandra, several people made comments about how the two of you were so similar you could be siblings. 

this felt like the summer when one of your coworker’s fell prey to the nightbird. you were originally supposed to have the closing shift at the flower shop but an emergency with your grandmother prevented you from attending your shift. your coworker, emily song, who your boss often confuses you with, decided she could close the store by herself. she was the nightbird’s 4th victim that summer and it was only june. her body was found mutilated near the roses, her thick blood coating the flowers as they began to wilt under the pressure of her body. 

you’re snapped out of your thoughts when your phone begins to ring, chaewon on the other end of the phone. “chae? is everything ok?” you ask her as she should still be in practice right now. “uh kinda, i’m heading back early, coach cancelled practice because of what happened to cassandra, did you see it?” chaewon explains. 

“yeah, i just saw the news. it’s terrible.” you say, voice getting softer at the thought of cassandra’s lifeless body. “it’s fucking insane is what it is!” chaewon yells on the other side of the phone, you can hear her car door being slammed shut. “sorry, i’ll see you soon. did you eat already, i can grab dinner on the way home?” she asks but you decline telling her that you were going to eat but the news about cassandra made you lose your appetite and that you were just going to get a headstart on some assignments. 

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a few weeks go by and the nightbird has only claimed one more victim since cassandra’s death. a freshman from a university on the other side of your city. you still didn’t feel safe but clearly the governor did as he lifted the curfew. deeming the decrease of nightbird victims as the start of a new era. claiming that he probably wasn’t going to be killing anymore, thinking the curfew extension helped, governor park pats himself on the back for his “heroic” decisions and everyone just goes back to living their lives as if there isn’t a serial killer still out there amongst all of you. it could be your neighbor, a classmate, someone in your home, hell it could even be jake for all you knew but deep down you knew jake couldn’t do such a thing. jake didn’t have a bad bone in his body, he got punched once at a party by some drunk guy and instead of fighting back, jake offered the guy a glass beer to just leave you and your friends alone. chaewon on the hand, slapped the drunkard assailant and kneed him in the groin, earning a round of applause from the rest of the partygoers as the man was pushed out of the party. 

text from: jaeyunie

“so… curfew lifted, is it party time???” 

text from: bestie chaewon

“so… are you stupid???”

text from: jaeyunie

“y/n? can you tell my cousin to stop being so mean to me :/”

text from: y/n

“chaewon stop being mean to jake, he’ll cry :(”

text from: bestie chaewon

“never!!”

jaeyunie responded to your text:

“not what i meant!!!”

“anyways, here’s the invite and details to the party. just show the bouncer this pic and he’ll let you in. hope to see you there y/n!! chaewon, you can choke!”

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it was 2 days before the party and you were starting to think the nightbird had finally hung his serial killer hat and was done. there hadn’t been any new updates and people were truly going back to their normal lives. even chaewon had stayed out close to midnight at some point and confessed that she missed be out late at night. 

“pleeaaaase!! come on, i’m throwing a party at my frat and you guys don’t wanna go?” jake begged the two of you as he was laid across your couch in the living room. a part of you was set on going to the party but only if chaewon went. “y/n, please! convince chae to go. i’ll look like a loser if none of my plus ones don’t go.” jake says, crawling off the couch and grabbing your hands while he was on his knees pleading; looking at your with his puppy eyes. 

jake has had a crush on you since the first day he met you, but since you were dating sunghoon at the time, he put a pin in his feelings. when he heard the news of your breakup, he felt guilty that he was glad you had broken up but because sunghoon and jake had become good friends within that time, he didn’t think it was write to try and get with you. especially since his cousin was your best friend, chaewon would die before she ever let her best friend date her cousin. 

you give chaewon a pleading stare. half saying, please come to the party, the other half pleading for her to help get jake off of you. “shit! i’m gonna be late.” jake says, scrambling to get on his two feet. he rushes to put his shoes on and grabs his bag from the floor. “i expect to see you both there! please, don’t let me look like a loser!” jake says as he makes his exit. “you’re already a loser jaeyun!” chaewon says and jake yells something back but he’s already too far away from your apartment for the both of you to hear. 

“sooo… should we go?” chaewon asks.. “i’m only going if you go.” you further explain. you and chaewon list out the pros and cons of going to the party.

pros:

free alcohol

you haven’t been to a party in months

free alcohol

free alcohol

cons:

serial killer is still on the loose

you both decide that the pros do indeed outweigh the cons, convincing yourselves that because there would be so many people at this party there would be no way that the nightbird would attack and claim another victim because there would be tons of witnesses. 

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you and chaewon threw on last minute costumes, opting to do a generic angel and devil duo. you being the angel to chaewon’s devil. you each borrowed clothes from each other to complete the outfits. you donned a white ensemble, a white dress and heels to match while you had quickly bought angel wings and a halo from the halloween store. chaewon was wearing red leather pants and a matching leather top that you had in your closet, you had bought it on whim when you were feeling adventurous but when it had arrived you suddenly realized that wasn’t something you thought you could pull off. chaewon’s outfit was finished with devil horns that you also had gotten from the halloween store. 

the two of you did the last touches of your makeup before you realized that your uber was outside, deciding that it was probably for the better if you two got a ride there so that you could both enjoy the night and drink without having to worry about driving later on. 

the ride to the frat house was pretty sure, in all honestly you and chaewon could’ve walked but neither of you wanted to because you were in heels and it was pretty chilly outside. you could’ve brought coats or jackets but it was just one more thing you had to carry around at the party. as the driver dropped you off and big you farewell, a huge gust wind of blew past you and chaewon. you both shiver and jog quickly to the entrance. the house was already bumping with loud music and different colors of lights can be seen from the outside as they peeked through the windows. 

you show the bouncer the invititation and before being let in you’re scanned with a metal detector. chaewon is in the clear but the detector goes off for you so you have to explain to the bouncer that it was your belly button piercing, you even showed him a photo on your phone to prove it and he lets you enter. with a sigh of relief you join chaewon who was patiently waiting for you just a few feet away. 

once you enter through another set of doors, you realize that this party was a lot bigger than jake made it out to be. you assumed it would just be a few people because of the whole serial killer thing but you were now realizing that it seemed like half your graduating class was probably in attendance. you and chaewon make your way to drinks, pouring yourselves a mixture of a few different types of alcohol and juice to sip on all night. 

you were almost done pouring yourself a drink when a random man in skeleton costume wraps his arms around you. in your surprised state you instantly grab his arm and twist it behind his back in submissin. “ow! y/n that fucking hurts!” the guy behind the masks exclaims and you realize the thick accent instantly. 

“jake?” you ask, his arm still restrained behind him. chaewon snatches the mask off, revealing a jaeyun with now disheveled hair and a painful expression on his face. “can you let me go now?” he asks pleadingly and you realize you were still twisting his arm so you let go. “sorry, you scared me.” you mumble and jake rubs his arm. “you deserve it! why would you scare us like that, i almost dropped my drink you idiot!” chaewon says while jabbing her elbow into jake’s side, causing him to hunch over in pain.

“geez! sorry, stop beating me up!” he says half jokingly. you shoot him an apologetic look and he shares a smile back. “how do you even know how to do that y/n?” jake says, referring to the instant reaction you had to him. “yeah, that was kinda cool. you need to teach me that!” chaewon says and you just shrug, telling the pair of cousins that you had learned it from a movie. they don’t press any further but you could tell jake didn’t buy your tale. 

“so angel and devil huh? fitting for chaewon, she’s like lucifer.” jake says teasingly and chaewon threatens him with a fist to which he fake flinches, acting like he’s scared but he wasn’t one bit. you explained that it was a last minute decision to which he says that you both looked good, even complimenting his cousin but not without theatrics as he pretended to barf and choke in the middle of the compliment. chaewon just rolls her eyes and makes about how jake’s costume was scary but what’s under the mask was scarier. she soon walks off to the dance floor, gesturing for you to come with her. 

as you pass jake you quickly tell him that he’s not scary at all and that he actually looks cute. advising him that he should take the mask off for the rest of the night so everyone could see how cute he looked. you don’t get to see or hear jake’s response but a bright red makes their way to his cheeks as he smiles at your compliment. 

chaewon pulls you into the dance floor and your bodies are moving against each other to the music. a euphoric feeling of freedom that you hadn’t felt in a while, having felt like you had to constantly be on your toes because of the murders but tonight you had practically forgotten all about it. 

the music shifts from house music, to edm, to pop, and you’re truly enjoying your time. occasionally taking sips from your drink as you danced with chaewon and a few other girls you recognized from the finance program at your school. “psst, i think you caught the eyes of that guy.” one of the girls says into your ear, the music is too loud to hear anything without having to speak directly into each other’s ears. you turn your head to see where she’s pointing and a certain thick browed vampire is staring at you from across the room. a drink in hand like you and a smile now on his face as you guys make eye contact. 

you let chaewon know you’ll be right back and you make your way over to sunghoon, who was leaning on the wall, smile growing bigger as you got closer to him. “care to explain why you’re staring at me like a creep?” you ask him teasingly and he chuckles at your comment. he leans down to you, lips almost grazing your ear, “couldn’t help but think you wore this costume for me.” sunghoon says. referring to your angel costume as angel was a petname he often called you  during your relationship. you scoff and roll your eyes at him, clearly he’s had a few too many drinks because he doesn’t usually talk about your relationship unless he was drunk. 

remembering the time he called you at 3am when he got too drunk and needed a ride home. this was 3 weeks after your breakup and although you didn’t want to see him, you were too kindhearted to leave him stranded at some random club. the whole drive back to his apartment he babbling about how pretty and nice his girlfriend was as if he was talking to some stranger, not realizing he was talking to you and that you were indeed not his girlfriend anymore. needless to say, he made sure not to get drunk around you again. 

you turned on your heel to walk away from sunghoon but he grabs your wrist. he motions with his head to walk with him so you do. the music was too loud for the two of you and clearly sunghoon wanted to talk to you about something. whatever it may be, you finished the rest of your drink to prepare yourself. 

sunghoon pushes open the sliding door that led to one of the many balconies at the frat house. the cold autumn air pinching at your cheeks, causing you to shiver and like it was a reflex, out of instinct, sunhoon wraps his arms around you to provide warmth. 

“is this okay..?” sunghoon asks and you nod. “what did you wanna talk about?” you ask and sunghoon is quiet for a moment. “i just wanted to tell you that i have a girlfriend. i wanted you to hear it from me first and not anyone else.” he says. this wasn’t the news you were expecting to hear from him. you instantly threw his arms off of you in disgust, “are you kidding me?” you ask him, irritation and disdain clear from your tone. “you pulled me out here to tell me you had a girlfriend? as if i fucking care?” you say to him. sunghoon imagined this going better in his head but soon enough it had turned into an argument. similar to ones you had when you were still dating. 

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“i don’t give a fuck. go fuck yourself!” a voice says as jay watches from the shadows. he had been watching you since you had gotten to the party. he found several hiding spots around the frat house where he could easily stalk and lurk in the shadows without being seen. when he saw you and sunghoon make your way to the balcony, he watched from the window of the library, a room none of the frat brothers ever went into. he watched you storm away from sunghoon, cussing him out as you made your exit. sunghoon soon enters the house from the balcony, running his hands through his hair, clear disappoint on his face from how the interaction went down. 

sunghoon has his down but not for long as he hears the floor creak just a few feet away. his gaze averting to the direction of the sound, jay quickly positions himself behind the door but it seems sunghoon is too curious for his own good as he makes his way towards the direction of the sound. 

sunghoon slowly pushes the door open to the library and from there jay, with a quick swift movement, jabs a knife into sunghoon’s neck. blood spraying into the library as sunghoon’s body falls to the ground. blood splatters onto jay as he finishes the job, not caring about the blood on his skin as no one would question it because they were at a halloween party. he drags sunghoon’s body further into the library, behind one of the shelves before rejoining the rest of the party. now on his way to look for you. 

jay had eliminated one obstacle in his way. he felt somewhat bad because sunghoon was a good friend to him but he was just in the way. now he just had to get rid of your two pesky best friends before he could have you all to himself. 

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you made your way downstairs and reunited with chaewon and some of the other girls. you were partying it up but chaewon seemed to notice your mood had shifted. “are you okay?” chaewon asks into your ear and you give her a nod. she doesn’t believe you but she lets it go because she doesn’t want to push it. you tell her that you were going to grab another drink and that’s when you find run into jay in the kitchen. he’s picking up various bottles to see which one he wanted to drink, “you should choose the tequila.” you say as you get closer to jay and when he looks up at you and smile spreads across his face. “hey, it’s you!” jay says and you realize that he may not remember your name. 

“y/n?” you say and jay smiles and nods at the realization of your name even though he’d never forget it. you’re all he has been thinking about since the moment he first laid eyes on you. “right! sorry i’m pretty drunk.” jay says with a chuckle and you can’t help but smile at him. the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled gave you butterflies inside your stomach and you hoped that he didn’t notice the redness in your cheeks and assumed it was from the alcohol. 

you and jay got to talking and learned about one another, sharing your interests and hobbies, and you eventually forget about sunghoon. your conversation however is interrupted when a group of guys barge into the kitchen to refill their drinks. the room becoming way too crowded, “wanna head outside?” jay asks and with a nod, he takes your hand in his as he guides the two of you to a side door of the frat house that led to the backyard where several party goers have passed out on the grass. 

the two of you sit next to each other on a lawn chair and chat about life and the events of the party, choosing to not bring up sunghoon because you didn’t want it to further ruin your night. “wait, what is your costume?” you ask, just now realizing that you didn’t know what jay was dressed as. 

jay looks down at himself with a chuckle, “oh, haha um. well i’m dressed as ted bundy.” jay explains slowly, afraid that it would cause alarms to go off in your head but to his surprise it doesn’t. you tell him about how you actually listen to true crime podcasts pretty often and that ted bundy, although a monstrous serial killer, was an interesting individual. jay was relieved to hear this and somewhat glad as he found it as a way to only get closer to you. 

in the heat of the moment, you don’t why but you find yourself moving closer to jay and sitting on his lap. “is this okay?” you ask him and jay swallows even though dry. he nods eagerly and you smile at his reaction. you found him so cute and the glasses he wore only made him look cuter. you snuggled closer to jay and he snakes his arm around your waist, although a new feeling it felt right and jay made you feel comfortable. 

you find yourself staring into jay’s eyes and due to your close vicinity, the lenses of his glasses fog up from your breath. you take them off of him and wipe them clean and place them back onto his face. “you okay?” you ask jay and he seems stunned by your actions. jay wouldn’t admit it himself but you truly had him too stunned to speak. he didn’t expect your usual quiet nature to be so forward with him. jay didn’t know what to say as you got closer to him, “can i kiss you jay?” you ask him and jay slowly nods as your soft lips in contact with his. 

the kiss starts off slow as the two of you get used to the feeling and after a few quick moments, the kiss heats up. jay adjusts your position on his lap so that you are now straddling him. one arm around your waist and the other was holding your face softly as he deepened the kiss. you leaned into the kiss and you could feel yourself melting into him. 

this wasn’t a part of jay’s plan but he wasn’t complaining. he was enjoying the moment with you and if he was being honest, he wished that it wouldn’t end. the two of you were so immersed into the kiss that you don’t realize the music inside the house had halted for a moment but what caused the two of you to break off from one another is when an ear curdling scream echoes throughout the frat house. you quickly pull yourself off of jay, a confused expression on both your faces as you try to catch your breath and understand if what you heard was right. 

just as you were about to say something, another scream can be heard from inside the house and the two of you rush inside to see what all the commotion is about. you could see that people were crowding up the stairs but you couldn’t tell what they were looking at or talking about. you and jay pushed your way through the crowd, hand in hand, as you climbed up the stairs. 

when you reached the top you could see jake knelt over a body and chaewon standing over the two of them with both hands over her mouth. “guys what’s going on?” you say and jake and chaewon whip their hands in your direction. chaewon walks over to you and tries to tell you what happened but she doesn’t have the words to break it to you. 

when jake gets up you got a better view of the person on the floor and you recognized the costume he was wearing. the same vampire costume that sunghoon was wearing, “is that sunghoon? what is he doing on the floor, is he okay?” you ask, trying to walk towards him but jake and chaewon hold you back. “y/n… sunghoon is dead.” jake says and it feels like time has stopped and you begin to hyperventilate. you were just with sunghoon, how could he suddenly be dead? you were confused and you truly didn’t know how to feel, you didn’t end on good terms but you would’ve never wished death upon him. 

chaewon consoled you as tears began to fall from your eyes, all the while, jay was rubbing your back, trying to stop a smile from spreading across his face. 

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a few hours have passed and everyone has left the party, leaving you, jay, chaewon, and jake at the frat house. the police had questioned the people at the party who didn’t immediately leave as soon as the cops showed up. you felt numb, you didn’t know what to feel or think because all you could replay in your head was your last moments with sunghoon. feeling guilty that maybe if you didn’t leave him behind, he would still be here, but he wasn’t. 

when you were being questioned by the police you had asked several times if they thought it could be the nightbird but each time you asked they didn’t give you a definitive answer, telling you that they couldn’t clarify that because so far, all of the nighbird’s victims were female. you couldn’t wrap your head around what was going on, who would’ve killed sunghoon and just leave him in the library for everyone to find. 

when the police left, you took a seat next to jake on the couch while chaewon was pacing around the living room. jay leaned on the entryway of the living room, observing the three of you to see what his next move would be. he needed to study the three of you further to know what he should do next but all he knew was that chaewon would be his next target. 

“chae can you sit down you’re stressing me out!” jake says, breaking the silence and chaewon stops in her tracks with an irritated expression on her face. “fuck off, i’m just as stressed as you are.” chaewon scoffs at her cousin and they soon break out into an argument. 

you were too emotional for their bickering so you abruptly got up and walked off, chaewon and jake suddenly stopping their argument when they realized you left. the three left in the take a seat on the couch, “should we go after her?” jake says and chaewon shakes her head, explaining that you probably needed some time to yourself. 

“we probably shouldn’t leave her alone after what happened. what is the nightbird is who attacked?” jay says and he could tell that the pair of cousins were now considering that as an option. they all exchange silent glances before jake speaks up, breaking the silence once again. “do you really think it’s the nightbird?” jake asks and jay just shrugs, explaining that none of them could be too sure and that they probably should look for you before something bad happens. 

the three of them split off on their own to look for you and neither of the cousins see the smile across jay’s face as his plan to induce paranoia in them succeeds. 

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jake is wandering around the various halls of his frat house, not realizing how big it actually was. he’s entered a few rooms and quickly scanned them but you weren’t in any of them. he continues his way through the house but he hears a sound come from one of the storage closets. jake slowly approaches the closet, afraid at what could jump out at him, he slowly reaches for the door knob and with a twist and swift pull, he opens the door and a gasp leaves his lips. 

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chaewon found herself roaming around on the top floor of the frat house, annoyed by all of the stairs she had to walk up, only to realize that when she got to the very top floor there was an elevator waiting for her. “are you fucking kidding me?” chaewon sighs with annoyance. she searches through the few rooms on the top floor, mostly storage as most of the rooms were filled with boxes. chaewon gets distracted as she sifts through the boxes, most of which were all old items from previous frat brothers who lived there and seasonal items that the members used throughout the year. 

chaewon was too busy digging through the boxes that she doesn’t hear the floor creaking behind her and without a notice, a pair of hands are shoving her back and she goes flying through a window and lands on the grass outside of the house. 

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jake gasps as he opens the door and he finds you crouched down in a coat closet. knees up to your chest as tears fall from your eyes. he kneels down to your level and consoles you, letting you know that everything is going to be okay and after a few moments, you let jake know that you’ll be fine and he helps you up from your spot in the closet. 

as the two of you get to your feet and leave the closet, you both whip your heads towards the direction of the window when you see a silhouette quickly pass by the window with a drowned out thud following right after. “what was that?” you ask and jake silently shrugs. the two of you walk over to the window and a shriek leaves your lips as you see chaewon’s body on the ground. 

you and jake quickly run outside and find jay already there, knelt down next to her, checking to see if she’s okay. when you get closer, tears once again start to fall from your eyes at the realization that your best friend was lying dead on the grass. you try to run to her side but jake stops you and you crumble in his arms as you hysterically cried for your best friend. 

the two boys decide that it would be best to move chaewon inside so they carry her and place her limp body on the couch. you watched from afar, tears still in your eyes as you watched your best friend be carried away. even more questions were now swimming around in your head and it felt like this was a confirmation that the nightbird was here. although chaewon didn’t seem like the usual victim of the nightbird, alarms were now ringing in your head that you and your friends were getting picked off one by one. 

“we need to protect ourselves.” you say and jake looks at you like you’re crazy. “what are you talking about? we need to call the police and leave.” jake says and as he grabs his phone it suddenly fades to black, indicating that the battery had run out. 

when he asks if you or jay’s phone works, you realize that you hadn’t seen your phone and can’t remember the last time you saw it. jay held his up and his phone was also black. with no other option, jake refers to your plan. none of you could call the police and it was clear there was a murderer roaming around the house. 

you instructed the two of them to grab something to defend themselves with and to make sure all doors and windows are locked so that way if the murderer were to try and escape or hide in any rooms, they wouldn’t be able to because it was locked and if they tried to break any doors or windows, all of you would hear it. 

the two boys looked at themselves, questioning this behavior as they’ve never seen you act this way before. you stared at them and when none of them made any movement, you snapped to get them to start. the two boys ran in different directions, following your orders, and going off to look for something to defend themselves while locking all doors and windows. 

you rolled your eyes at their reluctance to move but with two people dead, you weren’t about to let any more people die. you go in the same direction as jake, choosing to leave jay alone as he seemed more capable than jake, you see him in the kitchen grabbing a knife. you take the knife from his hands and hand him a mallet. “sorry jaeyun but i think i’m better off with this.” you tell him and he chuckles and agrees with you. 

before you could walk off, jake asked you if you were okay and where this behavior was coming from. he had never seen you like this before and quite frankly it was a bit scary to see you go into this fight or flight mode, emphasis on the fight. you brushed off jake’s question and told him that it doesn’t matter. you mutter that you were going to find jay to make sure he was fine and jake just nods as he makes his way in the opposite direction of you. 

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you roamed the halls of the house, knife close to your body as you quickly made sure to lock each door and window you passed by. you had just finished clearing one of the floors but hadn’t found jay when the lights inside of the house suddenly turned off. you expected this so you were able to keep your composure. you were beginning to try and think ahead of the nightbird, trying to figure out what his next move would be and turning the lights off made the most sense. 

the three of you were all separated and turning off the lights would only cause more paranoia. you abandoned going onto the next floor as you rushed down the stairs carefully to go back to the living room. as you jog to the living room you trip over something and land on the ground with a thud, a grunt leaving your lips. 

you scrambled as you tried to find a light source, patting the ground for anything and your fingers grazed over a phone. you quickly pressed the flashlight button and another shriek leaves your lips as you see jake unconscious on the ground. you had tripped over jake and soon realized that the nightbird had gotten to jake. you nudged jake and tried to get him to wake him up but he didn’t respond at all. you were now crying once again and you hear someone approach, you slowly raised the light upwards and the light flashes over jay. 

“is he dead?” jay asks in a low tone and you could only respond with a grumble. jay kneels down and picks you up off the floor just as the lights turn back on. you wince at the bright light and when your eyes open you make eye contact with jay and he’s staring intently into his eyes. you were almost lost in his eyes but couldn’t shake the fear out of you. you separated from jay and began to pace around the living room. you were staring blankly at a wall and when your eyes focused over one of the photos, you noticed that jake and jay were standing next to each other in the photo. 

you didn’t know that they knew each other let alone that they were also in the same frat. things were beginning to click in your head and puzzle pieces were falling into place. “hey jay… how did you like being in this frat? bet you never expected there’d be a murder huh?” you ask and jay instantly answers. telling you that it was cool and it felt nice to have made new friends and in the middle of his sentence he randomly stops. realizing that you had put two and two together. 

you slowly turned around and watched jay, he had his gaze fixed on jake’s body and you were now for sure that your suspicions are correct. “it’s you isn’t?” you ask and jay chuckles at your question. he didn’t need to answer but the laugh told you everything you needed to know. 

“how’d you figure it out?” jay probes as he looks up at you, a smile so sick it could cause heart attacks spread across his face. jay was not only the one killing your friends but was also the nightbird. your chest began to rise and fall a lot faster as you tried to come up with a plan in your head. “you’re new, i doubt anyone would’ve just invited a new kid into the party and since you needed an invite to get here you must’ve not needed one since you’re in the frat.” you began to explain as you took a few steps to create a bigger distance between the two of you. jay watching you from a distance and it seemed his eyes had gotten a lot darker. 

“you also seemed way too familiar with the house, being able to navigate comfortably, even in the dark.” you continued, swallowing the dryness in your throat. only someone who knew the layout of the house could easily find their way in and out and around the house without a problem. easily carrying out each kill and slipping away without being noticed. you were trying to go through all of the signs you had seen but completely ignored. “and you also forgot to clean off the blood on your face.” you say, voice slightly trembling after you realize that the blood on his face wasn’t a part of a costume but probably sunghoon’s after jay had stabbed him. 

jay is silent for a moment and a laugh erupts from him as he claps his hands, like he was amused by your findings. “wow. such a smart girl you are. i didn’t expect that coming from you.” he says, now trying to slowly close the distance between you but you oppose by continuing to step away. the two of you were now circling the living room, trying to keep your distance from him. 

“you know i didn’t peg you to be very smart, but i stand corrected.” jay says, stopping and pulling out a knife from his pocket. when the blade flashes in the light you could see that it was still covered in blood and it makes you gag. the idea that he didn’t even bother to clean sunghoon’s blood off his knife made you sick. 

“why did you do it?” you ask in a hushed tone. 

jay smiles at you before answering your question. “well do you want the whole story?” he asks, almost like he was a bit excited to explain his murder sprees and why he gutted all of those women. your eyes narrow at him and he jokingly throws his hands in the air. “fine. i killed all these people because…” he pauses before continuing. the smile was no longer on his face and you could tell something had just shifted inside of him. 

“i wanted to.” he says and a shiver runs down your spine. he found it amusing and that’s what terrified you. “do you know how satisfying it is to hold someone’s life in your hands, having them beg for their lives as tears run down their face, and giving them the smallest sliver of hope only to tear it away as i plunge my knife into them one last time?” jay says, his voice getting louder and more aggressive with each word. 

you flinched at his answer and he could tell he was starting to get to you. “you know i wasn’t really going to kill you. i actually enjoyed what we were doing outside but i had to make sure none of your stupid friends got in the way. especially that jake, you know how much he would tell me how he liked you so much but didn’t have the courage to ask you out? it was fucking irritating and i’m glad i took care of him.” jay says as he kicks jake’s body. 

“now, be a good girl and come over here. everything will be fine just as long as you listen and do whatever i say okay? i want to kill you and hear you beg, you’re the perfect victim. so innocent and oblivious you hadn’t even realized i’ve been stalking you for weeks now. i will say it’s very impressive that you figured me out. kudos to you angel.” jay says, a cocky smirk on his face and it only makes your blood boil. 

“see that’s where you’re wrong. i’m not so innocent nor am i oblivious.” you begin to respond and jay becomes intrigued, eager to hear what you have to say. “go on, angel…” he says and you furrow your brows at his comment. 

“i’m way more capable than you think. i may not have noticed you stalking me but trust me when i say this. i’ll be the only one making it out of this house tonight.” you say and it seemed like your body was moving before you could process it as you made a dash for the stairs but jay was quick and strong. before you could make it three steps up the stairs his arms were around your waist and he was pulling you to the ground. you land with a loud thud and the wooden floors make a cracking sound as you come in contact with it. the breath is knocked out of your lungs and jay takes this as an opportunity to grab your wrist and slam it in to the ground, causing you to drop your knife. he kicks it away and it slides towards jake’s body. 

you struggle under his grip as you try to free yourself but it was to no avail. jay was just much stronger than you and although you were 100% sure you were a lot smarter than he was, you couldn’t fully get him off of you with just strength so you did something unexpected. 

as jay held your body down, an angry expression on his face, you leaned forward and connected your lips together. jay’s eyes widen at the feeling of your lips on his and for a moment his grip on your hands loosen. when you pull away from him, jay is still shocked so you use all your strength to swing your head back and forward, headbutting him right in the nose. this causes him to stumble off of you as his hands fly to his nose, blood now dripping from it. you scramble to get up and crawl towards the knife but jay quickly realizes what you’re doing and grabs your ankle.

with blood still dripping from his nose, he drags your body across the room with his strength and your body slams into the wall causing picture frames to fall and a crack to appear from where your body was thrown into the wall. you wince in pain and are suddenly jolted forward when jay grabs a handful of your hair, “you think that was gonna work huh? stupid girl.” he says with a scoff. he begins dragging you by your hair and you thrash around, trying to escape from his grasp even if it meant ripping your hair out. 

jay stops and kneels down towards you and before he could even say a word, you’re jabbing your first into his side and kicking him in the stomach as he falls to the floor from the pain. you both get back on your feet, quick breaths leaving both of your lips as you huff and puff for air. jay lunges at you but you quickly move to the side, causing him to stumble forward and into the wall. you kick his back and swiftly elbow the back of his neck, trying to incapacitate him but it seems nothing is working. 

you look around the room and your eyes land on the knife laying next to jake. you try to reach for it but jay trips you over with his feet and jumps onto you. you were now in the same position as before, jay on top of you as you tried to push him off. an amused smile on his face as he watched you struggle trying to fight him off. his amusement in your struggle and will to live only pissed you off further, you averted your gaze from him to the knife and that was when you realized that jake’s eyes were open and he was staring at you. 

you bring your gaze back towards jay when he starts talking, “i really like you, you know? if you hadn’t tried to kill me i think we would’ve made a hot couple.” jay says and you don’t respond with words but spit in his face instead. as the spit hits his eyes and he recoils, jake grabs the knife and slides it towards you. with the knife now in your hands, when jay opens his eyes they widen at the image of you plunging the knife into his stomach. 

jay falls off of you and onto the floor as his blood pools around you. you quickly get off the ground and make your way to jake who was surprisingly awake. “how are you alive right now?” you ask him and he shows you that the knife didn’t puncture him because of the skeleton part of his costume. he then goes on to say that he didn’t immediately let it be known he was still alive because he didn’t want jay to panic and run away. 

you close your eyes in relief and give jake a hug, glad that he was alive and was there to help you kill jay. “i can’t believe chaewon is gone…” he says and you just hug him tighter. “we should probably call the police.” you say and you bend over to grab jay’s phone. if your assumption was correct, jay’s phone was actually not dead but he just showed the two of you a black screen to make it seem that way. 

you grab his phone and your assumption was right as when you grabbed it from his pocket, his phone lights up. you quickly unlock the phone by placing it in front of  jay’s face and dial 911. tossing the phone onto his body as you and jake walk to the front porch to wait for police and paramedics to come. the two of you sit together on the steps and you lean your head onto his shoulder. 

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soon after, bright blue and red lights appear in the distance and the sounds of sirens become louder as they get closer. you explained to the police officers that jay was the killer the whole time and that he was the nightbird but your conversation with the officer is halted when you see paramedics roll chaewon out of the house on a stretcher, her eyes open as she breathes through an oxygen mask. “chaewon!” you say, running past the officer and over to here. “is she gonna be okay?” you ask the medical specialist and they tell you they aren’t sure but there’s a high chance she’ll make it. you watch them wheel her away and she gives you a small smile. 

“maam?” a voice says behind you and you turn around to find a different police officer behind you. “there isn’t any more bodies inside.” he says and your eyes widen at his statement. “what? no that has to be wrong, he was in there i stabbed him and he fell to the ground!” you yelled and when the officer doesn’t respond fast enough, you run back inside and find nothing but a puddle of blood where jay was originally laying. 

you couldn’t believe that he was still out there and that this wasn’t over. 

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you were sitting in your apartment, preparing for chaewon’s return home. she was extremely lucky that she had only broken a few bones and that the impact wasn’t hard enough to kill her. you were cleaning and making sure the apartment was clean and tidy so that she had no worries when she came home and that she could focus on just fully recovering. 

your attention is caught by the tv as a news reporter talks about the nightbird. it had been about 2 weeks since that night and every day the news dedicated a segment to the nightbird. exposing his identity as jay park, 22 year old student, and the person better known as the nightbird serial killer. they even note that he was never found at the crime scene and that there was still an ongoing investigation to find him.

a knock on your door brings you out of your thoughts and you assume it’s chaewon. you check your phone and don’t see a text from her saying that she was there but you just figured she forgot. you walk over to your front door, ready to greet your best friend with a smile, but your smile quickly fades when you’re met with none other than jay. standing at your doorway, the same menacing and creepy smile plastered on his face, and the last thing you remember was him lunging at you before everything went dark. 

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“the nightbird has struck once again. his last victim being a male from the local university, park sunghoon, killing him at a halloween party where he attempted to kill three other students who also attended the same school. last night, calls were reported to an apartment complex where it seems the nightbird has claimed yet another victim. y/n y/ln, 22, who was one of the survivors from the halloween party, falls victim to the nightbird 2 weeks after the original event. if you have seen this man or have any information, do not hesitate to phone in. we must put this to rest and get justice for the victims.” the newscaster reported. 

the tv suddenly turns black as jay shuts off the tv. smiling at the news and feeling victorious that you fell victim to him in the end. sure you were a smart girl, but at the end of the day, you were just as naive and oblivious like the rest of his victims were; and to him, you were the perfect victim. 

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copyright 2024 - present © hoonieyun all rights reserved

all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

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Taste of You - Ken x fem! reader - PART SIX.FIVE

Six is my lucky number so hopefully you all enjoy the new only-exists-for-smut .5 🫠🫠🫠 sorry this took forever. I kept wanting to end it on a story-building note but couldn’t ever settle on one that I liked, so it is what it is for now.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY / sex toys / bondage / fingering / p! In v! / oral f! & m! Receiving / multiple orgasms / it’s a .5 chapter it literally exists solely for the sake of smut so have fun besties / super jealous Ken / rough sex / possessive / spanking / pet names (baby girl) (good girl) / praise / edging / overstim / exhaustion

Ooooohhhhh no no no no….

It was the first day of your Fall flex term class. You still had your normal Fall/Winter full time classes happening but you had decided to sign up for the new four-week course as well, since the professor was a favorite author of yours and you didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to learn from her.

Ken had been with you most of the day. His job at the bubble tea shop was fascinating to him and he asked if he come come to campus with you to explain how magical his first day of work was because he felt being stuck at home would be too boring.

You got to your classroom and turned to Ken. “Alright, you can go hang at the library or something, it’s right next to this building and I’ll come get you when class is over.”

Your new professor heard you as she was walking down the hallway to the classroom herself.

“Oh, he can hang out in class, I don’t mind,” she smiled. “It’s a huge classroom so I’m sure one of seats towards the top back corners will be available if you wanted to stay.”

You wanted to ponder this invite for a moment but Ken had already smiled back and was walking in front of you into the classroom. He was able to have a seat towards the back like the professor had suggested, and he settled in to see what a day in class looked like.

The classroom was one of those giant theater-like seating arenas and echoed a decent amount anytime anyone was talking, so it was definitely echo-y today as students filed in and began sitting down and visiting with their new classmates around them.

The clock was about to hit what was the start time for class when a last person walked into the room and you suddenly regretted choosing a seat towards the front, only because maaayybbee he somehow wouldn’t notice who you were and then Ken wouldn’t have a nervous breakdown of finding out who this guy was. Because of course Ken is attending a class…with you in it…and your ex Dave was now walking over to the professor as she handed him some papers.

The professor introduced herself to the class and motioned towards Dave, who sat near the front of the room as well, and told everyone he would be her TA for the semester.

“Don’t notice me,” you pleaded in your head. You weren’t worried about him, oh no. Dave was honestly a super cool guy and even though your relationship had mostly focused on having fun and sex, you had both parted ways awhile ago on good terms and you hadn’t even considered that he probably still attended school here, as, if you remembered correctly, he would probably be graduating either later this year or early next year. It made sense why he was here, but what was going to not make sense was probably how jealous Ken would get if he found out that this Dave was the Dave he had already had a mild breakdown over.

“Holy….y/n?” He did notice, fuck.

You smiled and greeted him softly, knowing Ken could easily see everything but hearing might be a different matte- oh wait no, the room echoed.

“It’s so good to see you again!”

“You, too! I forgot you hadn’t graduated yet so seeing you is a surprise,” you said cheerily.

“A good surprise, right?” He chuckled and winked.

“For sure.”

He handed you a piece of paper. “This is today’s sign-in sheet. Can you start it and then pass it around?”

“Of course.” You took the paper from his hand and began scribbling your name down.

“Hey, this guy won’t stop looking at you.”

You looked at Dave then looked over your shoulder. Yep, of course Ken had noticed.

“Yeah, uh, that’s my boyfriend. He gets kinda fixated on something at times.”

“Like you?”

“That’s…accurate.”

Dave laughed. “I love it. He looks fun. I wish I could pull pink off as well as he does.”

You laughed a little then and smiled at Ken before turning your attention back to the sheet and passed it once you had finished writing your name and email.

Your phone vibrated against your hip and you pulled the phone from your pocket, already knowing who it would be. You had bought him a phone last week and he wasn’t usually on it very much but he was most definitely going to be using it during class now….

“Do you know him?” (Ken)

“Yes. Old friend. Just saying hi.” (You)

“Old fiend named Dave.” (Ken)

“Old friend, not fiend.” (You)

“Same Dave that I know about?” (Ken)

“And this is important because..?” (You)

“Because you’ll be in a class with him for three days each week for the next month.” (Ken)

“Yeah that’s how class works, Ken.” (You)

“I don’t like it.” (Ken)

“You don’t have to.” (You)

“What if he wants to study together?” (Ken)

“He won’t. That’s not how TA / student relationships work.” (You)

“But he still goes to class here? So he would want to study for another class.” (Ken)

“Baby I gotta put my phone away, they’re not really allowed to be active on during class. Don’t worry. You know I love you.” (You)

“Come sit with me, at least.” (Ken)

You had already silenced your phone and put it in your book bag before the last text got sent so you could focus on the lecture. Ken knew you hadn’t seen the last text and tried to keep his internal anxiety at bay.

He wished this awful man from your previous affairs wasn’t sitting in class, distracting every fiber of his being, because the lecture actually sounded interesting, especially since the teacher kept referencing a book called “Black Beauty,” which was apparently about a horse. Ken would have to ask you about it later, and definitely check it out of the library.

Ken noticed every little thing Dave did, as apparently the TA sat at the front of the class as well close to the teacher’s desk and facing the class. Ken set his jaw when he saw Dave subtly glance your way multiple times, and most definitely watched the one time Dave’s gaze focused just a *little * too long in your direction. Ken knew from personal experience was it looked like to fuck someone with your eyes.

Class wasn’t *that* long but felt like an eternity for Ken. The moment the professor dismissed everyone, he was by your side, picking up your book bag for you and holding you close to him by your waist.

“Hey baby. Did you like the lecture?” You asked, genuinely wanting to know since you had assumed he would have loved it, but were also attempting a distraction as you two were walking out of the room. You intentionally didn’t bid the professor or Dave goodbye, simply leaving the class like everyone else.

You cursed under your breath when Dave caught up with the two of you right as you were about to exit.

“Hey, man, I’m Dave.” He flashed a million-dollar smile and extended his hand at Ken. Thankfully Ken had become a little better at hiding his emotions due consistent socialization between your friends and working at the boba tea shop, but he could only keep his disdain for this man hidden so much.

Ken shook his hand but his blue eyes glanced at you, wanting to see your reaction to Dave standing so close.

“I have to get to my next class,” you said nonchalantly. “See ya next time.”

Dave nodded. “I look forward to it.”

You walked briskly out the door, knowing Ken would follow because he wasn’t about to release his grip on your waits, and the two of you exited the building into the day’s sunshine.

“I don’t like him,” Ken repeated.

“I know, baby. Listen,” you sat on a bench and Ken sat beside you, his leg pressing into yours. “I know this stresses you out, and that’s okay, but you can’t hold this over me.”

Ken’s eyes met yours, and you could tell he was trying so hard to maintain his anxious composure, to make sure you were happy with him.

You took his face in your hands. “I love you. I don’t care about Dave. I haven’t in a really long time. These flex term classes are short, but they’re intense. I have to be in every class and studying is going to take up a lot of my time, so I need you to understand nothing is going to happen between me and Dave.”

Ken nodded, but you could tell it was as if he felt like you had verbally slapped him in the face. You knew he needed more validation than you might be able to offer him for awhile, and despite how much that made you sad, you were also trying to set a boundary so the fact that you were attending this class wouldn’t be something that stressed *both* of you out every day.

“I don’t think that *he* is thinking that way,” Ken said, trying to hide the jerkiness in his voice.

“That’s not my problem to worry about. I won’t let him do anything to me.”

Ken seemed almost sheepish in his reply, as if knowing he shouldn’t say it but he couldn’t stop himself. “You promise?”

“More than anything.”

Ken’s shoulders relaxed a little, and he nodded. “Okay.”

You gave him a chaste kiss before taking your book bag from him. “I gotta get to my next class. I’ll see you at home, alright?”

He smiled and nodded as you walked away, and you felt irritated that he didn’t have work today. At least that probably would have helped distract and maybe even calm him.

Your phone rang right as you were about to enter an elevator.

“Hey, Ken.”

“Do you want anything from the store?”

“I’m good, thanks though.”

Ken’s chest grew tight again when he heard a now-familiar voice in the background of your phone.

“Hey, hold the door!” Dave called out.

“Don’t hold the door for him.” Ken had a lightning bolt of anxiety rip through him.

“Ken, it’s fine. I love you.”

“Don’t hang up, please.”

You had dropped your phone back into your book bag before hearing his last words, but unfortunately, your finger hadn’t tapped the End Call button hard enough, so the phone call remained on. The conversation was muffled, but not muffled enough to where Ken couldn’t make out every word.

“Sup.”

“I honesty don’t miss hearing you saying that,” you said lighting in a joking manner.

“Ahh!” Dave made a dramatic show of gripping his heart with his hand. “That hurt.”

“Knock it off, Dave.” Your voice remained light. He wished you had sneered instead.

“So how long you been with blondie? He legit gives off vibes that you captured him on the beach.”

“Is he a student here?”

“No, but we live together.”

“Ah, cool! I heard awhile back from Amber that you had moved off-campus.”

“Amber would be correct.”

“So, you two, uh, doing well?” Dave leaned into the elevator wall, shoulders hunching a little, trying to look relaxed.

“Very.”

“Cool, cool. Just asking.” There was a long silence until, “If you ever, like, need anything -“

“Thanks, Dave, I’ll let you know.” Ken knew you had smiled at him. He knew the sound of your voice when you did. Fuck, if only he hadn’t left campus and knew what building you were in.

Ken heard the sound of shuffling and he held his breath as he heard Dave’s next words.

“You look, like, really fucking good, y/n.”

“Dave -“

“You have just a little, uh, strand of hair -“

“I got it, thanks.”

“I could get it for you -“

“I’m good.”

“Fine,” Dave relented, and the elevator bell dinged, indicating you had reached your floor. Right before the doors opened, however, “You’re not planning on regulating that pretty pussy of yours to beach guy forever, right?”

For whatever reason, the phone call cut off then. Ken stood on the sidewalk, frozen.

He sat at home on the sofa that sat in the living room, facing the front door, willing you to walk in early despite knowing you never missed a class and that you were never home before 6:30 on Tuesdays.

He knew he shouldn’t but he had called you multiple times, every call going to voicemail. He knew you never answered during class, but fuck it, he had lost his will to care today. Sitting in the silence of the empty house only fueled his imagination.

The call cutting off because you had noticed it was still on, and Dave touching you in the elevator. You deciding to miss classes for the first time in your life to have him fuck you in his dorm room, doing whatever the hell Amber had subtly referred to. You laughing about him, for whatever reason, with Dave as the two of you lay in a naked, tangled heap.

The front door finally opened, Ken having lost track of time as he had stared at it, lost in his thoughts that had become more and more upsetting as the seconds ticked by. His attention was drawn back sharply as he heard the door close, and he realized he had been gripping both of his thighs tightly with his hands.

He must have looked as unhappy as he felt because your face immediately became concerned upon seeing him.

“Hey, Ken, are you okay?”

He was on you in a moment, rage tearing through him. “What did he do to you?”

You legitimately looked completely confused, having no idea he had heard the call, and also having zero guilt about anything having happening during the day.

“What are you talking about?”

“Dave. What. Did. He. Do. To. You.”

“What…how would he have done anything to me?”

“I heard you. And him. Your phone didn’t hang up.”

Ohhh. “If you heard it then you know nothing happened.”

“It hung up when he mentioned your hair.”

“He didn’t touch me.”

“Promise?”

“Goddammit, Ken, I don’t have to promise.”

“He tried, though. He wanted to touch you. He wants you to leave me.”

“I mean, yeah, that’s fair. That doesn’t mean- “

Ken picked you up roughly, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding your ass as he slammed your back into the door. “Mine.”

You whimpered as his teeth sank into your neck. You always internally battled on whether you should be firm with him and tell him to grow up or if you should encourage this behavior, and somehow the middle ground always won, at least for now.

“Ken, we’ve been over this,” you said, your own moan cutting you off as he sucked hard on your skin, bucking his hard clothed budge into into your panty covered core. You really needed to stop wearing short skirts so often.

“Mine,” he growled again, storming into the bedroom, throwing you onto the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head, his chest flexing and puffed out.

“I fucking know, Ken,” you threw back at him before your back arched and you cried out, Ken having pushed your legs open and brought his hand down to spank your pussy. You saw stars as he did it again and you writhed underneath him as he pressed his hands into your hips, holding you down.

“Ken,” you whimpered again as he snuck two fingers under your panties, rubbing them back and forth firmly.

“You’re already so wet,” he panted, eyes on fire. “Were you this wet in the elevator?”

You visibly rolled your eyes but shut them tightly when his hand came down on your core again. You gripped his forearms in your hands when he dipped two fingers into your opening with ease, and you moaned loudly as he pushed them roughly deeper into you, immediately curling them into your special spot.

“Are you thinking about him right now?” He seethed, and you shook your head, unable to verbally reply through your moans, your head swimming with how sudden all of these sensations were.

“You’re only thinking about me?” He persisted.

“Yes,” you managed to squeak, his fingers quickening their pace.

“You’ll only think about me?”

You cried out loudly when he leaned over to wrap his hand around your throat as his hips leaned against his own fingers buried inside you, thrusting them into his hand so he could easily finger-fuck you harder.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, Ken,” you choked out, your body already nearing shudders.

“You’ll prove it to me, then.”

Your legs began to shake a little, your walls clenching around his fingers. He could tell you were about to reach your peak.

“How long can you hold out on me? To prove you’ll only think about me because you’re so exhausted from begging for your release, staring in my eyes, knowing every single touch is coming only from me?” He pulled his fingers out of you then, and your eyes shot open, your body in shock from being suddenly ravaged to being denied its release.

“Oh, fuck, Ken.” Your head fell back into the mattress, already frustrated beyond belief. “Please, please -“

“Good girl. We’re off to a strong start.”

He flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your legs to hang over the bed so you were bent over for him. His hand came up between your legs to spank you again and the sharp sensation on your clit had you instinctively close your legs, your back arching as his other hand down your lower back down.

“Keep them open for me,” Ken warned, a shudder running through you at his tone.

You slowly began to do as he said when he nudged his legs between yours, opening them for him and keeping them open by planting his feet firmly on the ground.

His hand snapped up to meet your clit again and you gripped the sheets tightly as it came back for a third time, your legs beginning to tremble.

Ken had his plan - exhaust you, give you the most amazing orgasms of your life, maybe you wouldn’t want to go to class tomorrow, even though me know you would go. So, make sure every time you moved even the slightest movement that you’d feel him - make you sore, but just the right amount to where you’d try not to squirm in public but maybe you’d get wet from remembering how good he could make you feel.

You felt his hand that was holding you down remove itself from your back and he kneeled between your shaking legs, pulling your panties aside. You cried out loudly, your body in awe, as he pressed his full tongue into your clit, the warmth traveling all through your core.

Oh, fuck, you didn’t know anything could feel like this. Your nerves being so violently stimulated beforehand Made you be about to feel absolutely everything as his lips wrapped around your bud and sucked gently. He moaned into you when he heard the high pitched noise you made, very pleased with himself, and he gently held your hips as his tongue ravaged you.

“Holy fuck…Yes…aahhh…yes, Ken…oh…thank you, Ken…”

You could have cried when he pulled back, kissing up your spine then flipping you onto your back again.

You weren’t used to actually being edged. You had only experienced it once with, of all people, Dave. It had been fun but also absolutely mentally and physically exhausted you, and right now you were insanely frustrated, especially after feeling whatever that was.

“You should just let me come,” You huffed, looking Ken right in the eye as he brought the ties out from the drawer, his muscles clenching.

“Mmmm, maybe later.” He ripped your clothes off except your panties before grabbing one of your arms, deciding to tie you up differently tonight. Instead of tying your wrists together, tied your single wrist to the far side of the headboard. He straddled you as he reached for your other one and began wrapping the tie around -

“By not giving me my orgasm, you’re only encouraging me to think of Dave.” If he wanted to play jealousy games, fine. You’d fuel them then.

Ken gave you a dangerous look, his eyes darkening, waiting in silence for you to explain.

“So tie me up, edge me, then. Have your fun.”

“You know I’m waiting for you to finish that thought.”

“Mmmhmmm.” You tried not to grin up at him.

“So,” he slammed your wrist onto the bed above your head, lowering his face to hover above yours, “fucking finish it.”

You sighed with intention. “It’s just that, nobody has ever edged me before. Except Dave.”

You don’t think you could have explained the energy that washed over Ken in that moment if you tried. But you had won. If he was going to keep struggling with jealousy towards you, then you would make it work in your favor instead of stressing you out…at least for now. Ken was already too far gone when you’d come through the door to calm, so, hey…seeing what he’d cooked up in his mind wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?

You felt your arm being jerked upward as it was securely fastened to the opposite side of the headboard, and you wanted to protest for the fun of it but you were actually tied up to where you couldn’t move your upper body, save for being able to lift your head.

“Looks like I have a little more work to do than I had originally thought,” Ken spat as he knotted the remaining ties around your ankles, also securing them to the foot of the bed so you were splayed out naked for him, unable to move.

“You better make this worth it,” You sighed again as if bored. “I’m supposed to be studying -“

You were cut off as you moaned loudly, Ken pulling the strip of your panties covering your heat to the side as his mouth clamped onto your clit, sucking hard. Ken’s mind was a rush of anger, of passion, of - goddammit, would this stupid fear of you leaving him actually ever leave him - and all he could see in his mind’s eye was Dave doing this to you, holding you hostage in your own bed, tasting your juices, feeling your perfect skin and muscles under his tongue, taking in your scent as you moaned and squealed and attempted to writhe despite your restraints.

He was so easily lost in you. He thought of untying you then, wanting to feel your hands in his hair, feeling the different tugs when he hit different areas of pleasure, holding your hips up to him in an almost bruising grip. But no, he had to remember his plans for you for now.

He felt dizzy as he licked thick stripes up and down, your vocal reactions becoming louder, and he lost track of time when he began to tongue fuck you, getting into a rhythm that was making you feel crazy as you got lost in the pleasure as well.

He pulled back only enough to speak, his lips still brushing against your folds. “Tell me how good I make you feel, y/n.” He dove back in immediately, desperate to hear your voice as he consumed you - it made him feel so warm and so hard, your breathy, often barely coherent words soothing his anxiety, making him get lost in you even more.

You didn’t reply, at least not with words. Your moaning continued for a moment then paused with another frustration huff from you when he pulled back again.

“Tell me how good I make you feel,” he commanded a little louder. Maybe you hadn’t heard him the first time.

You remained silent other than your breathing, which you were working to calm down.

“Tell me how good I make you feel,” he said for the third time, his voice betraying his anxiety when the last word ended on a note that sounded like a question.

He stood up when you kept quiet, leaning over you. “Y/n.”

You looked at him. “Yes, Ken?”

“Why won’t you say it?”

“Why won’t you stop being jealous over things that don’t matter?”

He hardened again then. “They matter to me.”

You stared up at him.

“You’re still thinking about Dave?”

“It’s honestly hard not to when you won’t stop talking about him, Ken.”

He growled. He couldn’t argue with that logic but he hated you pointing it out. He got off you and went back to the drawer and pulled out something you couldn’t see. He walked back to lean himself over you again, holding himself up with his forearm alongside your head.

“Fine, but I’m going to replace your memory of him denying your release with my own.”

You cried out loudly, your body shaking when you felt a strong sensation suddenly being shoved into your panties and pushed onto your clit. Ken held the vibrator on you, watching your reactions, loving how quickly you got lost in them, at how surprising overwhelmed you seem to become within the first few moments.

“You like this?” He breathed.

You couldn’t form words and answered with a string of noises instead, your head thrown back into the mattress as all of your limbs strained desperately against their bounds. Still leaning over you, Ken kissed your exposed throat, sucking ever so gently. He just wanted you to feel him around you.

He knew your orgasm was coming simply by the way in which your breathing was quickening and removed the toy from your panties, the buzzing noise filling your ears and mixing with the white noise swimming inside of them.

“Ken, please,” You started, your voice already sounding raw. He set the toy down on the bed beside you, not bothering to turn it off, so his hand could travel up your waist to your breasts as he kneaded one in his hand and began sucking on the other. Your body seemed to almost relax a little, thankful for the pleasure after having it taken away again.

“Remember when I said you’d have to beg me?” He mumbled around your hardening nipple, swirling his wet tongue around it.

You whined.

“That doesn’t sound like begging.”

“I shouldn’t have to beg for what’s rightfully mine,” you whimpered as his teeth sunk into your tender skin, pulling on the nipple ever so slightly.

Ohh. This was a new mood coming from you, but he loved it.

“Have it your way, then.” He watched you as he inserted the vibrator in your underwear again and you cried out, your entire body doing a delicious shudder, and he got up to straddle your waist. Your panties were snug enough to hold the vibrator against you so he could let go.

“You’re going to beg me, baby girl,” he said as he planted his hands above your head and slowly lowered his cock into your mouth. You moaned loudly, your arms and legs pulling against the restraints as best as they could as he slowly fucked himself into your mouth, watching the way your wet lips wrapped around him as you struggled with the pleasure the vibrator was giving you, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

Fuck, he loved you.

He felt himself grow impossibly harder as he watched his clock disappear into your mouth again and again, your loud moans and tiny screams from the vibrator vibrating themselves around his member, and he shuddered. Your eyes flicked up to meet his and he melted, his hand reaching down to wrap in your hair not to hold you still but just to touch you.

He knew you were close again when those high pitched noises started emanating from your throat, and he pulled himself out of your mouth and removed the vibrator from your panties.

You screamed in frustration.

“Why?” You wailed.

“Because I’m not finished with you yet.”

Ken tore the area off your panties apart that covered your opening with his hands and you jumped, surprised. He left the top part intact though, and you cursed loudly, knowing why.

When he sunk his fingers back into you, you wanted to do whatever he wanted just to make sure he kept them there. Maybe you could hide your orgasm approaching…

Your body jerked in the minor ways that it could due to your restraints and Ken watched you, memorizing every way you twitched and moaned.

“Look at me, baby girl,” he cooed, and you did as he asked. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Please, Ken, please let me come this time.” Your voice was a little hoarse again.

“You know how to make that happen.”

“I’m begging, please, please.”

“That’s hardly begging at all.” He slowed his fingers down just enough to where they were caressing inside you, and once again somehow you felt every little movement. Your body felt like it was singing at the immense pleasure washing through you, and your head became so overwhelmed with it that you became completely lost, eyes closed, mumbling and moaning softly as Ken watched you. He’d have to remember to do this to you again, you seemed in absolute bliss.

He had planned to edge you further again with this one but now struggled with the idea. He didn’t know you’d react this beautifully to this, and fuck, you were a perfect angel splayed out so willingly for him, and your body has already taken so much…

Ken fingered your through your orgasm, your body shocked with the fact that it was finally being allowed its climax, and you cried a little as the best orgasm of your life overtook every fiber of your being.

His name escaped your lips in a gorgeous, exhausted whisper during the last few moments of your pleasure, and Ken’s heart danced.

He pulled his fingers out of you softly, your body limp, and climbed on top of you. He kissed you deeply, the back of his knuckled grazing your cheek bone.

“Thank you, Ken,” your words were swallowed by his lips.

“We’re not done yet.” His tongue dipped into your mouth and languishingly explored.

“I’m so tired, Ken.” Your voice cracked as he pulled away just long enough for you to catch a breath before consuming your lips again.

“Good. That’s how I want you to feel.”

“You went sex toy shopping?” Your giggle faltered as soon as it began, head resting itself on Ken’s as his mouth found your neck.

“Mmmhmmm. Which reminds me…”

“Oh, please, please, I can’t-“ You couldn’t form words again after the first few seconds of the vibrator being placed inside your panties again.

“Say my name.” You felt Ken’s hands reach between the two of you to unzip his pants.

“Ken,” you mewled.

“Again, y/n.”

“Ken,” your voice sounded on the edge of tears again.

“One more time.”

You screamed his name as he bottomed out into you with a single thrust, him holding his hips fully against yours without moving for a moment, groaning into your shoulder at how amazing you felt already clenching and spasming around his cock so so damn tightly from the sensations of the vibrator.

“Ohhhh, y/n.” He purred into your neck, remaining still within you, feeling as if you could push him over the edge just like this.

“Need…to…breathe…”

He kissed away a single tear as it rolled down your face. He pulled out the vibrator again, keeping his cock deep inside you.

You thanked him, gasping for air. “It’s…. it’s so much.”

“Mmmhmmm.” He nuzzled his nose into your hair.

How far could he push it? What was your cutoff point?

He pulled himself out of you then slowly thrust back in again, a strangled noise escaping your throat. He did it again, and again, maintaining this slower pace.

“You’re doing so well, y/n. My good girl takes me so well.”

Your lower lip trembled and he took it between his lips, sucking gently as his hips slowly picked up their pace. You made little kitten noises with every thrust, Ken’s head swimming with them.

“Need….it’s…too…”

Your mouth opened into a silent scream when you felt the vibrator placed back onto your clit, Ken’s hips still bucking into you.

“You’re going to be fine. Just a little bit longer,” He soothed. He reached up to untie one of your restraints, your arm falling onto the bed, and he intertwined his fingers with your own. He knew you were definitely nearing what you could take because your grip was almost non-existent, just barely closing around his hand.

“I’ve got you,” he breathed into your ear. “I’ll give you what you want if you-“

“Please.” Your blissed out, weary voice was barely a whisper.

“Good girl.”

“Please, please let me come, Ken.”

You climaxed just then, Ken forcing himself to not let his own happen as you tightened so effortlessly around him, calling out his name over and over.

You felt barely coherent as Ken untied you, your eyes closed, feeling your limbs one by one being returned to you. The vibrator was removed and turned off and Ken took off the remainder of the fabric that had once been your underwear.

You felt Ken wrap his arms around you gently, still on top of you, hips still nestled between your legs.

He kissed you deeply as he sunk his cock into you once more, your body shivering with cold sweat.

“Just one more time, y/n.”

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I really love the EMTTS and every update is making my day, so thank you for being great!

I keep thinking about the shared calendar posts and have wanted to ask about it since the first post so long ago. I know it's been mentioned how annoying it is for Steve when it's not used in the way he hoped, but has there ever been a situation where it was really genuinely bad? Like, a lot of drama could've been avoided if it had been used properly? And did the kids and Eddie then feel bad about misusing it/start using it the way Steve intended? I know it drives me crazy when people intentionally ignore/misuse stuff like that that I set up. What's Steve's reaction? AHHH, so many questions!

Don't worry about answering, just do it whenever you have time and feel motivated :) Hope you have a lovely day/night!

It’s not that people don’t use the shared calendar. It’s just that they don’t use it in the way that Steve wants them to.

Like, for example, Lucas has no problem putting his work schedule into the calendar at the beginning of the month, but he never remembers to put when he picks up shifts. Robin will input her class schedule at the beginning of a semester but not her ever-changing office hours. Dustin uses the calendar frequently but he is always vague about what he’s doing (i.e. he puts ‘Moon’ instead of stargazing) and Mike blocks out time slows when he busy but never says what he’s doing.

Steve wants to know where everybody is at all times and what they’re doing. Is that a little unrealistic? Yes, and Steve can acknowledge that. But it’s still frustrating when he misses something because it was mentioned to him once and he forgot.

But also, Steve can’t drive.

He is very reliant on his friends and family. Especially because up to a couple years ago, Eddie still traveled quite a lot. Steve’s gotten better over the years at acknowledging that he needs help and asking for it, but it is a lot harder to inconvenience someone.

Steve doesn’t like Uber or any of the ride-sharing apps. It feels unsafe because he knows that there are moments where he loses time and he’s not quite in his head. There are times when he gets stuck in the fog or lost in a bad memory, and he knows that he can be reactionary. His friends know how to walk him out of that and he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt a stranger or get hurt, or get lost.

Steve carpools to school, but there have been times where that’s fallen through and he ends up feeling like he’s bothering someone because he didn’t know that they had plans already. Eddie was out of town once and Steve had a doctor’s appointment, but everybody he texted was busy so he just canceled it. He ran out of his migraine medication but turns out half their friends were at a concert so he dealt with the fallout alone.

It all kind of comes to a head one evening.

Steve is the person that plans most of their game nights and their get-togethers. They’re typically hosted at his and Eddie’s house and Steve puts a lot of effort into planning them. There’s a Saturday that no one has marked with anything, so he gets up that morning and plans a game night. He bakes and he cooks. He cleans the whole house and gets out their board games. He even sets the table for D&D even though he hardly ever plays with them.

Then Eddie tells him that he has a plane to catch. They talked about it the other day. Don’t you remember? And Dustin’s busy. He has a date. He literally told Steve about it. Mike and Will have had these plans for weeks and Max and El are at a spa. Lucas is visiting Erica in DC. He said he was going to last week, remember?

Robin is swamped with work and Nancy’s not even in town and apparently hasn’t been all week. She sent that text in the groupchat about it, remember?

And it’s frustrating.

Steve knows that it’s kinda dumb to plan a party and expect people to show up on the same day, but that’s how it’s always been, and it’s – it feels like he’s being called stupid when everybody keeps asking him if he remembers. He obviously didn’t.

All it takes is for Eddie to ask him what’s wrong for Steve to snap. He’s frustrated and he’s annoyed, and he’s a little mean about it because Eddie is the worst about using the calendar. He just says things and expects that Steve is going to remember them, and it feels like they’re making fun of him. It feels like he’s standing outside the room that they’re all in and they’re laughing at him because he doesn’t know how to get inside.

“And it’s going to get worse,” Steve says, blinking tears out of his eyes. “I’m just going to keep forgetting and everybody is going to move on, and it’s going to be like I’m not even a part of it anymore.”

“Baby, that’s never going to happen. I – We won’t let that happen. It’s just one mess up.”

“It’s already happening! You already do it.”

Eddie ends up missing his flight because he’s not going to leave Steve when he’s upset like this. He’s supposed to be working on the backing tracks for an album he’s producing, but there’s tomorrow or maybe the day after that. He does end up sending out a text to the other party members, letting them know that they’ve got to make an effort to use the calendar more. 

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"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 20: January II

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✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, fem!reader, afab!reader, smut (minors go away), oral (fem receiving), blowjob, public sex (kinda), alcohol, college-typical parties, levi being possessive ✧ word count ➼ ~5.7k

“You’re so busy with your roommate-turned-boyfriend that you forgot all about us, didn’t you?”

You rolled your eyes so far back into the back of your head that it physically hurt.

“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to literally punch you, Oluo,” you scolded as you scowled at him. “It’s been a busy winter break, okay?”

You looked up as the club members began gathering. You had been so preoccupied with your personal life, from the car accident to figuring out whatever was going on with Levi, that the club was one of the last things on your mind. Plus, with the transition of your executive board that were all graduating in a few months to the new board that was made up mostly of the newer club members, you having a more hands-off approach was likely more helpful than it was harmful.

“Plus, it wouldn’t hurt for you to help out every once in a while,” you added, throwing a snide remark towards your commonly confused VP.

“I help out!” he protested.

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled, giving him a skeptical look.

You looked up as you saw the freshmen, now sophomores, gather amongst each other. It’s been a few months since you’ve last seen most of them, but the dynamics you observed seemed exactly the same as day one. Your goal of forming a community was moving in the right direction and your only hope was that the club could hold itself together in your absence.

“Okay, everyone take a seat!” you announced, slightly smacking away Sasha’s hand, which was already heading towards the pastries. “We’ll go through our overview for today before digging into the pastries.”

You threw a side glance at Sasha, who now had a slight pout on her face from being denied her opportunity to snack. If you allowed her to have a head start on picking out the snacks, then there wouldn’t be enough for everyone else by the time that your announcement was over. 

The main goal of today’s session was deciding on a new executive board after you, Oluo, and Petra graduate. Your priority was just to pick out a president and vice president and then leave the rest of the executive board members to be picked by the new presidents. You wanted a smooth transition, but you also wanted the future direction of the Honors Society to be determined by its future members, not by people that would be leaving in less than six months.

After around ten to fifteen minutes of discussion, the group reached a consensus on having Armin take up your role as president and being the primary go-to person when it came to club activities and future directions. He had the best grades to represent the club when it came to renewal proposals to the university and was the most likely to be able to balance school with club responsibilities. 

After some additional discussion, it was declared that Jean would be the vice president, having shown the most interest in taking up the other leadership position. You let the two take over in leading the rest of the meeting, with the goal of mapping out the rest of the semester or, if they were feeling ambitious, the next academic year. They ended up focusing on planning another social activity at the end of year using your current funds.

You smiled to yourself as you sat back and let Armin and Jean take over. Undergrad was overall a shitshow for you, but your goal to form a community was at least met in some capacity, even if it was less for yourself and more for the new cohort of individualized students that came in at the beginning of last year.

Even if your grades and relationships—both professional and personal—weren’t the best, at least you were able to leave an impact in some form.

Although your undergraduate experience was filled with misfortunes and you couldn’t reasonably say that you enjoyed it, at least the very end was filled with good memories to cherish, and that was enough for you.

~~~~~

“So you’re giving up your club to the brats?” 

You frowned at Levi’s comment, discontent with the way that he worded his comment, although it was technically true. 

“No,” you grumbled, giving him a side-eye. “I’m trying to make it a smooth transition for the e-board so they don’t have to deal with the same shitshow we did.”

“Sounds like giving it up to me.”

You threw a balled up napkin at him, which he immediately caught while giving you a scowl. He was currently mid-shift at the cafe, and having to be the target of paper projectiles that were getting launched over the counter hardly seemed appropriate. He didn’t particularly give a shit about the opinions of the customers or management, but it would make his day more annoying. 

“They’ll be juniors next year,” you said with a sigh, “which is how old I was when I started it, so it’s not like they don’t know what they’re doing.”

Levi grunted before getting back to managing his orders. They were all annoyingly bland and standard—even moreso than the Matcha he had roasted you about the first time you met—so he was able to mindlessly do it. He watched as you began to type on your laptop, finally able to catch that elusive focus that had been evading you for weeks. You took a sip of the Matcha that Levi had made you, hoping it would provide you with the motivation to meet your writing goal for the day. 

After a few minutes, Levi reached over to take your empty Matcha mug from you, and he raised an eyebrow at seeing the intense look in your eyes as you were typing. You seemed to notice that he was watching you and looked up at him.

“What?” you asked, unsure if something was wrong.

“Never asked, but what is it that you’re actually writing?” 

You blinked at him a few times, surprised that he asked about your writing. He had known about your writing project throughout the entirety of the time that you had lived with him, but he never mentioned it until now. 

Unsure how to respond, you scratched at your head with a bashful look appearing on your face.

“Just a light novel,” you said hesitantly. You were always nervous to share that you were doing creative writing for a living, likely as a result of your aunt being as skeptical as she was. 

“I’m doing a set-up and if it goes well, I might try to expand it into a series after graduation.”

Once Levi made it apparent that he was actually listening to what you were working on, your eyes immediately lit up, beginning to narrate that you had created a dystopian universe that involved humanity getting taken over by man-eating monsters, which you had fleshed out significantly throughout the course of the last year and a half, but part of you was still doubtful if your concept would be acceptable as your capstone project. If the university was wanting a more traditional literary archetype, you would have to completely scrap your current novel and start over.

“Speaking of, what are you planning to do after you graduate?”

That was a question you can’t recall ever thinking about. Given everything that had happened throughout your undergraduate experience, you found yourself just coasting along, prioritizing your book so that you could graduate. The only thing related to graduation that crossed your mind was whether you’d be able to finish your light novel in time or not. Any plans post-graduation were lost on you. It just wasn’t a priority. 

“I’m really not sure,” you muttered quietly, and it was unclear if you were talking to Levi or yourself. You looked back up at him with a slight grin. “Maybe I’ll choose to torture myself and go after a PhD like you and complain about all the reading and research I have to do.”

Levi did not return your grin.

“Kidding,” you said with an exasperated tone upon seeing his unwavering expression. “I really don’t know, I-”

You paused mid-sentence, running all of the scenarios that had occurred throughout the past 3-4 years through your head. 

“...I wasn’t sure if I was going to even make it this far if I’m being completely honest,” you admitted, almost ashamed to say it out loud. Although things had been looking up recently, college still wasn’t a pleasant experience for you.

The frown on Levi’s face persisted, although it wasn’t necessarily in response to your comment about having little confidence in your own ability to graduate. 

He was having the selfish thought of wondering what he would have to do if you moved out. If you were going to another school for graduate school or to get a job like Miche did, it would mean that you would move out, likely to a different town, while Levi was still stuck near Paradis University to finish his graduate program.

You had only been together for a few months, but he already found himself overly concerned over the inevitable decision you’d have to make regarding your housing once May rolled around.

~~~~~

Once Levi’s shift was over, the two of you made it back to your apartment. However, relaxing was the last thing that you were able to do. 

It was nowhere near spring, but Levi decided that it was time to do his annual “spring cleaning” of the entire apartment. You vaguely remembered him spending 4-5 days straight last year just cleaning and getting rid of old junk that he hadn’t really touched throughout the year. At the time, you thought he was just going through one of his cleaning sprees, when suddenly anything that had even a speck of dust on it would completely ruin his mood on sight. It wasn’t until today that you realized this was an annual habit of his.

“It keeps shit from piling up,” he muttered from the kitchen as he piled up old unused tupperware that you completely forgot about.

“Mhm,” you mumbled from the dining room as you sorted through the mail. Your leasing company had decided to inconveniently switch up the software they used for managing utilities over the new year, so December’s bills came through the mail, leaving your normally empty mailbox filled with bills that you’d have to manually pay. It was a pain in the ass. 

As you piled up the bills while setting aside any junk mail to toss (or shred) later, your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion when you pulled up a flyer. It wasn’t inside an envelope and was printed on a black sheet of paper with obnoxious text colors. It seemed the local bar was hosting a happy hour, likely to gather the attention of the students that were coming back into town for the beginning of the semester. 

You walked over towards the kitchen and held the flyer up.

“You wanna go?” you asked as you pointed the flyer in Levi’s direction.

Levi looked over at the flyer and took it from you, a frown appearing on his face as he read the contents of it. He set it down and gave you an unamused look.

“Only if you don’t end up sitting around while every other dude comes around to hit on you again,” he grumbled.

Being reminded of the events last February brought a small blush onto your cheeks, which only increased in intensity as you felt Levi walk up to you and place his hands on the counter behind you, enclosing you in. 

“It’d be even harder to watch now compared to last year,” he mumbled as he moved his hands onto your waist.

You looked into his soft, gray eyes that seemed to read you like an open book every time you looked into them. You’d find yourself wondering if he always looked at you like that. If so, you certainly didn’t notice until now. 

Levi pulled you in and gently planted his lips on yours, almost as if he was trying to send you some unspoken message regarding why the last thing he wanted to do was to watch you get hit on by random people while drunk at a party.

You pulled away with a mischievous look in your eyes.

“Oh? Why’s that?” you teased with a cheeky grin.

Levi immediately pulled away with an eye roll, turning around to walk into his room, shutting the door.

You bit on your lip to stifle your laughter at his reaction.

“...So you coming or not?” you called out, indicating that you were likely going to go whether he went with you or not. It wasn’t like the two of you could spend an actual night in with the chaos that was Levi’s incessant cleaning spree spread out around the apartment. You knew he’d have it pristine within the next day or two, but your usual movie while cuddling date nights had to be shelved for now.

Levi cracked his door open and poked his head out.

“It’s either that or I drive in the middle of the night to pick your dumb ass up, so I guess so,” he grumbled before disappearing into his room again.

~~~~~

This bar party was certainly better than the other parties he had been dragged along to throughout the past year or so. Although the music was still obnoxiously loud on the dance floor, the dining area was far away enough that it was bearable. It was the only place that Levi could find himself in while still being able to hear his own thoughts over the music.

You were a few drinks in at this point, having run up to the bar as soon as you arrived, immediately taking 2-3 shots before trying to drag Levi onto the dance floor. He was adamantly against it, grumbling that it was too loud and that there were too many people—and he refused to dance. You gave him a pout before you finally gave up and waltzed onto the dance floor with the few people that you recognized from the university.

Levi watched you from the bar, sipping on a beer. You did look like you were legitimately having fun, which at least meant that it wasn’t a complete waste of time to come out here. People continued to trickle onto the dance floor, which meant that it was getting more and more crowded. Unfortunately, it also meant that the guys who had been eyeing you all night were now dancing just a bit too close to you for Levi’s comfort.

He glanced to the side in an unamused fashion when some random undergrad decided to sit on the bar stool next to him. They were too close and they reeked of alcohol. Levi was tempted to get up and grab you to leave.

“Too crowded for you?” they asked.

“...You could say that,” Levi eventually responded before taking another sip of his beer, turning to watch you on the dance floor again. Although he was now facing away from that undergrad, he could tell that they were watching you too. You were front and center, having the time of your life.

“She yours?” they asked.

Levi gave them a skeptical look without answering, as if he was offended that they even asked that question. 

He wasn’t the type to get jealous, but the amount of eyes (and the occasional hand) on you was driving him up the walls. As he set his eyes on you again, he felt a growing discomfort coming from his chest that made him feel restless and on edge.

You eventually made eye contact with him and saw that he was looking over at you, prompting you to come back to the bar, motioning for the bartender to get you another drink. 

Once you nodded to the bartender and you were able to look back down at Levi again, you noticed that your boyfriend was semi-glaring at you, which was unexpected. Frowns, and even scowls, were expected and normal. This somewhat hostile glare was not.

“What got you all grumpy?”

He averted his eye contact and sipped on his beer again. If the music wasn’t so loud and if you weren’t slightly buzzed, then you might have heard whatever it was that he was grumbling to himself underneath his breath.

You looked up and saw the undergrad sitting behind him waving at you, and you quickly returned the gesture with a smile, being too intoxicated to pick up any flirtatious looks that were being thrown your way.

Before you got a chance to introduce yourself or verbally greet them, you felt Levi snake his arm around your waist and pull you flush up against him. Your face heated up at the sudden gesture, and even moreso when you saw the undergrad’s eyes widening before they awkwardly backed away.

You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, looking down at him with a frown.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” he grumbled as he finished the rest of his beer while keeping his grip on your waist tight.

You watched him as a hint of concern entered your eyes. There was something going on. Given the fact that the bar was getting a bit too rowdy for even your tastes, you decided it would be best if the two of you called it a night.

“You wanna head out?” you asked, getting his attention by slightly shaking his shoulders. “It’s getting stuffy in here and it’s giving me a headache.”

Without turning his head, he looked towards you with a suspicious expression. He knew what you were doing. You could tell that he was upset and bothered by something, which prompted your desire to leave, although you were telling the truth about the bar beginning to get stuffy from the sheer amount of people present. However, instead of protesting, Levi simply paid off his tab and got up, following you as you led the way to the front door.

You grimaced upon feeling the cold winter air hit your skin. It had been warmer when you had first arrived, so all you wore was a thin long-sleeve, but that barely protected you from the now freezing temperature outside. Even the alcohol barely offset how cold you felt. 

You immediately felt something get wrapped around your shoulders and you looked up, seeing that Levi had taken off his coat and put it around you, which prompted another blush to appear on your cheeks.

Instead of walking to the car, he led you to an alleyway at the side of the bar. There were quite the amount of people in the parking lot, so you figured that it was due to Levi wanting to wait it out so that you wouldn’t have to maneuver your way through the crowd to his car.

His frown hadn’t disappeared the entire time. It had appeared at some point while you were dancing and was just plastered onto his face the entire night. Levi rarely found himself jealous, but that was all he felt now. He wasn’t sure if it was because the two of you had entered an official relationship, but it felt so much worse than it did back in March when you were set to go on a date with Floche—if he was even willing to admit that what was going on underneath the surface at the time was jealousy.

You were looking at the crowd and frowned. It wasn’t going to dissipate any time soon. You might just have to bite the bullet and bear through the crowd if you wanted to leave any time soon. 

Prepared to communicate this to Levi, you began to turn to face him.

He gave you a dark look upon making eye contact with you before stepping forward and placing his hand at the back of your neck, crashing his lips against yours in a much deeper kiss than you would have expected from him, given the fact that you were in public.

You let out a muffled and surprised yelp, not expecting him to be this forward, although you certainly didn’t mind, returning the gesture by gripping onto the collar of his shirt and further pressing your lips against his.

He was much more into it than he was even when the two of you were horny and rushing to clumsily get your clothes off as soon as you could. You felt him biting against your lips and his other hand tightly gripped at your waist. 

You were out of breath by the time you were able to break the kiss.

“L-Levi-!” you gasped. “What’s gotten into you?!”

He blinked slowly as he gazed into your eyes, his expression unwavering.

“Just shut up and kiss me,” he mumbled before pulling you in again.

You were slowly starting to put the pieces together. He had gotten overly grumpy once that one random undergrad began waving at you and you vaguely remembered the scowl on his face whenever someone on the dance floor got a bit too close to you with their suggestive dancing. You smiled into the kiss as you felt his tongue prodding at your lips.

You pulled away, denying him access as you mused with an amused tone in your voice.

“Were you…jealous?” you teased.

He only responded by scowling at you, which provided you with an answer itself.

“I take it that’s a yes?”

“Don’t push it,” he growled before pulling you in again, except this time, he was much more relentless with shoving his tongue into your mouth, drawing a quiet, muffled moan out of you. He held you tightly as his tongue swirled around you, feeling the overwhelming need to assert his dominance over you and do what he could to claim you as his, and his alone.

He’d mark you if he had any less pride and a slightly lower sense of dignity.

You soon found yourself pressed up with your back against the wall as he caged you in, still relentless in his assault on your mouth with his tongue. The two of you were getting so heated that your hot breaths were visible in the cold air. His hand that was on the back of your neck roamed down your body, pausing for a split second to squeeze at your breast on the way down before settling on your waist.

When he finally broke the kiss again, he leaned in and whispered into your ear, his voice breathy and deep.

“You’re mine.”

The combination of the words themselves and the way he said it made you shiver as you felt your entire body heat up. Your hands slowly roamed from his arms down to his chest and lower abdomen and it took every ounce of willpower you had to keep yourself from begging him to fuck you right then and there. 

You heard the door to the bar open and froze, expecting Levi to pull away, just like you had during the Halloween party. However, he did the exact opposite and pulled you into another heated kiss.

Levi absolutely hated PDA. Even holding hands in public made him uncomfortable. Those affectionate acts were reserved for you and him and were special because it was yours, and not something that the rest of the world had the privilege of seeing. However, for the entirety of the night, he had the overwhelming urge to basically announce to the world that you were his. 

The entire town could stand by to witness it and he wouldn’t give a single shit, as long as it sent the message that you were taken and off-limits to anyone who might have even been considering approaching you with dubious intent.

Levi Ackerman couldn’t stand PDA, but he was more than willing to resort to it in cases like these in which he felt the need to make a very clear point to the world: that you were his.

~~~~~

Once he felt your hands tugging at his belt buckles, he knew it was time to go. You had been surprised when he had roughly planted his lips against yours in the alleyway, but quickly adjusted. Before long, you were pulling his hip towards yours, moving his hands from your waist to your ass, and raising your leg to loosely wrap around him. He had to pull the cord if he wanted to avoid fucking you on the spot. Although he was willing to show you off and make out with you, he had enough dignity left in him to not fuck you in public. 

The original plan was to wait until the two of you got home, but you were both worked up and imagining sitting still on the drive home and having to walk your way from the car up into the apartment seemed like hell, so you were more than relieved when you saw Levi pull the car into a dark, empty parking lot.

Levi was forced to get out of the car and get into the backseat properly, but you were small enough that you were able to squeeze through the front seats, crawling over the divider to meet him in the back just in time for him to shut the car door and pull you into him, reconnecting your lips. 

“Well, this is kind of scandalous, isn’t it-”

Levi cut you off by tangling up your hair within his fingers and pulling you back into him, his tongue easily shoving past your lips. He was towering over you, aggressively asserting dominance with his tongue over yours as he slowly pushed you backwards until he was on top of you. Your back was to the seat cushion, with your head propped up against the car door. With how horny you were, the slightly uncomfortable angle that you were laying at was the least of your concerns.

Your breathing destabilized as you felt his lips roughly connect with your neck, the warm feeling sending shivers throughout your body from shock due to how cold your skin was after standing outside for a prolonged period of time. Your hands quickly moved down to begin unbuttoning your jeans, the feeling of your wetness pooling onto your panties beginning to feel more unbearable by the second. 

Levi’s hands quickly joined yours to help you as he began to trail sloppy kisses down your neck to your collarbone. He tugged at the sides of your jeans, pulling your panties down along with it as he moved down your body. Due to how impatient you were and the limited amount of room in the backseat of his car, you only undressed one leg while your jeans and panties hung off the other.

Your face flared up as you watched Levi push your thighs apart, leaving you completely exposed to his hungry eyes while you were technically still in public. He only made eye contact with you for a brief second before he descended down onto you, throwing your calves over his shoulders, his quick movements matching the lustful desire shown in his eyes.

You immediately covered your mouth with your hand, your body immediately jerking upon feeling his tongue make its way inside your folds. The sound of him slurping up your juices while trying to catch his breath in between sounded absolutely obscene and erotic at the same time, making your clit throb in response. Your free hand began to move down towards your heat, your body responding to your instinctual desire to touch yourself as he tongued your hole.

Levi immediately noticed and smacked your hand away. Knowing what it was that you were trying to do, he was quick to begin rubbing at your clit himself, almost as if his pride would have been bruised if you had succeeded in “assisting” him in getting you to cum. 

In typical Levi fashion, he performed a mix of licking, tonguing, sucking, and kissing at your cunt that quickly brought you to the brink of an orgasm.

You bit down on your hand to stifle your moan as you felt your legs tense around him, your orgasm hitting you like a sudden wave, and you felt your lower abdominal area twitching in response to him sucking at your clit mid-orgasm.

When you were finally able to catch your breath and focus your vision again, you looked down at him and saw him peering back at you with dilated pupils. He sat up, letting your legs fall from his shoulders and you quickly maneuvered yourself so that you were on your knees, pushing him gently so that he was seated with his back against the door.

You roughly planted your lips on him, subtly grinning as you tasted yourself on him, and biting at his bottom lip with desire, with your hands moving down to clumsily unbuckle his pants. You could already feel how hard he was, and wondered how painful it must have been to have to hold it in under his somewhat tight pants, and how relieving it must have been when his cock finally sprung out.

You heard his breath hitch at the feeling of his cock coming into contact with the cold air. You kissed him one last time before wrapping your fingers around his length, gently pumping it back and forth, spreading the already gathering precum over his tip. You watched as his cheeks flushed up as you teased him by only rubbing your thumb over the tip of his cock.

He was more than frustrated by the time you finally scooched down to begin planting kisses on his cock, dragging your tongue from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip. Your tongue swirled around his tip and you placed both of your palms on his thighs before finally wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. You looked at him with mischief in your eyes as you simply continued tonguing at his tip without taking him in further.

He returned your gaze with a dark look in his eyes and you immediately felt his fingers running through your hair again.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he growled quietly right before he bunched up your hair and shoved your head all the way down to his hips. 

Your fingers dug into his thighs as you gagged from feeling the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat.

Although Levi held you there firmly, he never took his eyes off you, carefully watching your reaction, ready to let go at the first sign of struggle. 

After a few seconds, he finally let go and you popped up, gasping for air as you wiped the spit that was gathering at the edge of your lips.

“Too much?” he asked quietly, still watching you carefully.

“Only if it is for you,” you muttered after finally catching your breath before diving down again, taking him in deeper this time. 

Levi grit his teeth upon feeling your tongue exploring his tip before traveling around his shaft. His hand quickly found its way into your hair again, promptly pressing your head all the way down again, paired with him thrusting his cock up into your mouth. His breath shuddered as he felt his cock twitch at the sound of you gagging again as you struggled to breathe.

Tears were stinging your eyes by the time he let you go again to catch your breath. 

Taking the hint over how impatient he must have been feeling, you began to suck him off harder, using your hand to pump him at his base while your lips traveled up and down his shaft.

Levi leaned his head back against the door with his eyes closed, trying his best to contain himself to avoid cumming on the spot.

You heard a faint whimper escape his lips as his cock twitched in your mouth. He was close, and you knew it. You took the hint and began to move both your hand and your lips faster along his length, paying particular attention to his tip with your tongue. 

The sudden change in pace resulted in Levi losing his composure and a quiet, but audible moan came from his throat as he shot his load down your throat. His breathing destabilized once he felt you continue to move your mouth up and down his cock, with his body jerking as you flicked your tongue against his tip. Having just cummed and being more than overstimulated from the feeling of you on him, Levi was forced to dig his fingers through your hair again to pull you off with how sensitive he currently was.

You shot him a small grin as you wiped the remaining cum off your lips that you weren’t able to swallow.

“Revenge is a bitch, isn’t it?” you teased, referring to all the times he fucked you through your orgasms, leaving you a panting, twitching mess under him. 

It took a few seconds for him to respond as he breathed heavily and reoriented himself back to reality.

“That a sign for me to stop?” he finally asked, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“Fuck no,” you responded, a bit faster than you would have liked to admit.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he grumbled, although there was a playful look in his eyes when he came into eye contact with you. 

You shoved at him, rolling your eyes as you began pulling your pants back on, with him following suit. The windows had gotten fogged up and you silently prayed that there wasn’t anyone roaming around to put the pieces together as to what was happening in the backseat of this car that was parked in the middle of nowhere.

A small and barely noticeable smirk appeared on your face as you recalled that today’s escapade resulted from Levi getting jealous and possessive over some random person that had waved at you at the bar.

Not that you’d purposefully torture him by making him jealous or anything along the lines of that, but if this was the result every time he was feeling possessive in any sort of way, then you certainly wouldn’t mind.

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[eddiernunson]

Found Again | Part 2 | Sequel to Trapped

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: The year is 2005. Vecna is defeated, Steve Harrington is finding grey hairs. Eddie has already been dead for 19 years. Unfortunately, you have too. Since 1989. In a new life, new state, new friends, new school, you find yourself drawn to the new kid, and he to you. Something tells you it had to do with the dreams of a man with long hair when you were small.

Authors Note: To everyone who has read the parts of Trapped to read this, you are wonderful and I appreciate you! So this is the introduction to the character Eddie reincarnates into... and I hope you like him. Also I forgot the tags on the last chapter. I gotta get better at that.

You ran into the gymnasium as Coach Rudy introduces the newest junior year to their upcoming semester, and as it’s the first day of school he seems to ignore your tardiness. You find yourself sitting right next to Kaitlyn, thank god.

“Late already? Aren’t you usually on your best behaviour for the first week or so?” She asks, and yes, unfortunately tardiness is a habit of yours.

You grit your teeth in a smile, itching to tell her all about the mysterious new kid you just saw in the parking lot.

Coach Rudy was in the middle of explaining the introductory 'game' he was about to have you all play, the stupid one where you say your name and a fun fact about yourself, when said mysterious stranger pops into the gym, out of breath.

“Aah, this must be our new student.” Coach exclaimed, holding his hand out and walking towards him quite dramatically. It was a bit over the top, but again, there weren’t a lot of new students in your school. “Here, you can start us off. Introduce yourself, where you’re from, and one fun fact about yourself.”

For the record, where you’re from was only for the new kid. Most of the population of your high school were from here.

“Sorry, couldn’t,” he speaks, and holy hell, it sent shivers down your spine, and you suddenly wanted to spend hours talking to him. “Couldn’t find the gym. My name is Patrick, I’m from Ohio, and I broke my left thumb twice, at the same spot.” He holds out his hand, extending his thumb where you could see a dent on his first knuckle. Your eyes zoom in on it, fixated on him showing his hands.

The moment you had realized you were staring, you blinked away. It felt like slow-motion to you, but it only lasted half a second. You were startlingly aware of how much you wanted to endlessly linger over him without a care and these intense reactions were overwhelming you.

You saw this guy literally only ten minutes ago, get it together, girl!

“Welcome to our school, Patrick. Glad to have you here. Who’s next?” Painstakingly, you all sit in a circle and one at a time the twenty-five of you say your name and a fun fact. Some of them were weird, others were interesting.

Somehow your brain refused to tune in your classmates. How has this person affected you so much, and why does this feeling feel like coming home at the same time?

“Maddie, your turn?” Next to you Kaitlyn lightly bumps into you.

“Oh. I’m Maddie and my mom took me to a psychic when I was four.” It wasn’t exactly unknown; it became your fun-fact when you realized teachers would be pulling this stunt every year. Having known most of your classmates since you were 4, it makes no sense to be experimenting with fun facts when most of them have grown up with you.

“Boo.” Kaitlyn whispers, and you knew why.

Because of all the juicy secrets you have told her over the years, she could never get out of you why you had gone to a psychic. You were keen on not telling, it was nice to have a mystery that people had wanted to know. There were even rumors speculated as to why, none of them true.

The class introduction took the first forty-five minutes of class. The coach insisted that he wanted a judge free place where you’re free to play without judgement of your classmates. As always, Coach Rudy was met with furrowed eyebrows and rolling eyes. As much as he tries, and he truly does, it doesn’t negate that teenagers can be sneaky with their malice.

You had once rolled your eyes at upper classmates who insisted the class wasn’t all what it promised to be. That was when you learned teenage girls have such a quiet way of being cruel.

Turns out, anti-bullying policies are bullshit.

The second half of your class was spent separating into teams for a fun game of dodgeball. Yes, dodgeball. On the first day. At first period. You found yourself on opposing teams to both Kaitlyn and the newcomer your neck couldn’t stop turning back towards.

Rather than allow yourself the embarrassment of being one of the last ones because you didn’t participate then being hit in the face with a ball, you let yourself be one of the first out. You were not about to put yourself through that in front of him.

“Maddie!” Rudy blows his whistle, “more participation!”

You didn’t care if he called you out for not taking part, something Rudy was known to be passionate about. It was a preferable fate.

Turns out, Patrick was fantastic at dodge ball. He dodged effectively, his aim was skillful, and lastly, he didn’t shoot to kill. His shots were kind.

That was what stuck out to you. He had the ball in his court, but it never felt malicious, he was just enjoying the game. Damn this was really attractive, your mouth watering as you watched obsessively.

The bell rings minutes after Patrick hits the final standing on the court, and the other person laughs when he hits them with the ball. Patrick’s joy for the play of the game was contagious and the smile on his face spoke a thousand words. He meets up in the middle when Rudy calls you all over.

As you catch a closer glimpse, his forehead was beaded in sweat, poor kid is going to his first day having sweat everywhere without any gym clothes. You were sure Rudy didn’t think anyone would be that into the game, in fact it might've been the reason he chose this game to begin with.

After the class is dismissed, they all pick up their bags off the floor, something you would usually put in the locker room. Someone stands in your peripherals, clearing their throat to get your attention. You were sure it was Kaitlyn, but unless she has grown six inches over the span of five minutes and cut, curled, and dyed her hair, it wasn’t.

It was Patrick.

“Hey.” He greeted, his face still shiny, his smile contagious.

Your heart skipped a beat.

In fact, you thought it stopped working altogether for a solid minute before your brain even catches up.

“Hi.” You manage out, and your body feels like it’s in a time lock, stuck in place.

“I don’t know this school at all, I thought I’d be able to figure it out, but I was proven very wrong. Can you show me around?” How was this real?

Things like this didn’t just happen.

This literally felt as if the world had delivered him to you on a silver platter. Here you go, you’re welcome.

“Uh, sure. No problem.” You agreed, as if you didn’t spend the entire period staring at him obsessively. “Just one moment, ok?” You hold out a finger, walking slowly towards where Kaitlyn stand in a corner, gesturing wildly and wondering what the hell was going on.

“Ok. I’ll meet you in the hall.” He gestures towards the big doors on the opposite side of the gym, and you nod stiffly in response.

“Uh, did I miss something?” Kaitlyn demands as soon as he’s out of earshot.

The fact that you didn’t get any time to tell her about seeing him by the time he had approached you was almost too much for you to process. “So, I saw him in the parking lot, he showed up about five minutes before the bell, and I was one of the only students there. Maybe he recognized a familiar face?”

“Ok, but this isn't that. Whatever that was between you two, was insane.” She describes it, adjusting the pastel dress she had chosen for the first day. “Seriously. Like, I know you’ve been crushing on him but it’s obvious he likes you back.”

You make a weird face at her, shaking your head in disbelief. “No way. I was staring at him the whole time. He’s just gonna let me down gently.”

“The way he looked at you, no.” Your head shaking continued, insisting that she was delusional. “Whatever. I’m just saying, he literally could’ve just asked to be assigned a student to help him out, but instead he asked you.” She sighs, grabbing the already crumpled up schedule from her bag. “What do you have next?”

“Math.”

“Ew. I have Chemistry.” Damn it.

“I’ll see you later?” You call out as she runs to the opposite door that Patrick did.

“Text me, keep me updated on how it goes!” She shouted and the door shuts behind her.

Your feet suddenly rush to move, realizing you barely had the time to now both show Patrick and get to your class. With your luck he probably got tired of waiting for you and went to someone else for help.

Nope. He was leaning on a locker patiently, and he pushed himself off lightly, hands in his low sitting pocket pants as he walked to you.

Did-did your mouth just water?

“Uh, which class do you have next?” You ask him, suddenly aware you weren’t in class with him anymore, technically it was just you and him with extra people around you.

He pulls out his schedule, folded more neatly than Kaitlyn’s was. “Uh, Math.” He calls out.

You’re stunned into silence. “With Miss. Lipton?” You ask incredulously, and he nods his head quickly to confirm. “Damn. Same class, follow me.”

Ok. Now, this, this right here? Same class? What was this John Cusack bullshit that was happening and when was the other shoe gonna drop?

He follows you down the hall as you give a quick tour to that specific area of the school to which your footsteps covered. There was a fight last year by that trophy case, a teacher was found hooking up with a student under that staircase over a decade ago, and your freshman locker until you reached the room in the nick of time, only a handful of seats left.

Two of them happened to be next to one another, but you start to walk towards the one in the back, any assumptions that might be wrong would kill your insides. As you turn away from his seat he tugs you by a strap hanging from the bag that sits on your shoulder. When you turn back to him confused, he tilts his head to the desk next to him.

And while this had a part of your body floating on air, the other part was sinking via anvil. You couldn’t shake the feeling that this was too good to be true. It felt too right, like him asking you to show him around was always gonna happen. You were always going to forget your phone and see him run in late. It just made sense.

Too much sense. This sense of coming home just felt overpowering and it was a terrifying feeling towards someone you had just met.

A crazy part of you, a small boat in the sea of this is weird asked you, ‘If this is too good to be true, would it be so bad to believe in it?’

Nope, too crazy.

You sat next to him, Miss. Lipton welcoming all her students back, wrapped up the conversation she was having with her favoured students when until only minutes after the bell. “Morning, students. Welcome to Algebra II!”

Miss. Lipton is the only teacher that doesn’t want to torture you with the get to know one another game, in fact, she just wanted to get right into the learning and make sure her students knew her expectations. She was kind, but she was brutal when it came to missed assignments and homework.

While you were dreading a full semester starting off with gym and algebra, but if it meant you got to sit next to Patrick, maybe it won’t be so bad.

The only reason you know Ms. Lipton’s rules, is because you’ve heard them said to you twice already.  If this was your first time in her class you would’ve been screwed, your ears muffled like there’s no sound, all too aware of him within arm's reach. God, the three minutes of leading him to the classroom were being played on repeat, speaking to him, his laughter at a sillier expression you had made once announcing the scandal that was Mr. Wes, his easy stride next to yours.

Was your breathing this deep, or did you just think it was?

Miss. Lipton wasted no time, getting right into the first lesson and assigning 12 questions for homework. You were given time in class to work on them, and you’re leant down on your desk, staring hard at a math problem you didn’t even listen to the lesson for.

Oh, sitting next him was gonna be bad for your already mediocre grades.

“Did you get a word of that?” Patrick asks you, leaning towards your desk. You caught sent of his Irish Spring soap, and somehow his freshly showered scent melted you.

“No. My brain is all gooey today.” You state in an even voice, leaning towards neither positive or negative in your tone.

“Summer has a tendency, that’s for sure.” Patrick exclaims, going back in his text to read over the lesson.

Sure. Summer.

You follow his lead, might as well figure out what the hell you missed while you can still ask questions.

As you finally start to grasp the concept the bell rings, and Patrick looks to you expectantly, holding a strap of his bag with an easy smile on his face.

“Alright, what next?” You ask him, and he brings out his chart again.

“I have band, next.” He explains, showing you the timeslot.

You definitely did not have band, not knowing how to play a single instrument. “Well, I’m not in that. Here, I’ll show you.” You start down the hall, and the band room was actually pretty far in the school compared to your gym and algebra.

As you make the second turn down another hallway he asks, “What, no commentary, this time?” And you didn’t know him enough to be sure, but there was something in his voice. You weren’t hopeful enough to think he was flirting.

“Oh, well not much to say in these halls. The mural is redone by different senior every four years, there’s the drama room we do one play per semester, down those halls is our art room, here is the auditorium. Oh. If you pass by the bathroom at the end of this hall,” you point at it, “don’t use it. It reeks because the stoners took control of it last year.”

“Didn’t the teachers do anything?”

“You think they didn’t try? Because these kids did everything to dodge them. Kinda like you in gym today, you overachiever.” Was that…flirting?

“Hey, dodgeball is fun when you play it right.” He claims, and he was apparently right.

You stop in front of some open and painted double doors. “Ok, this is your stop.” He looks up at the doors, and you wondered if they were intimidating to you, how bad would they be to him? “What instrument do you play?” You ask, trying to cut his nervousness.

“Uh, bass.” He answers, pretending to do the double pluck that bass players are so known for.

“Electric, or—”

“Electric.” He interrupts you, dismissing the thought of him playing the double bass.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.” You tell him, patting his shoulder lightly. Your brain malfunctions in the middle of the pat, wondering just what the hell did you think you were doing.

You freeze on the spot, muttering a goodbye as you walk away as you felt overwhelmed. At least English would be simple.

-

English was not simple. The first book of the semester, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde turned out to have so much illusion to imagery to describe a single sentence you were bored to tears by the second page. You understood none of what was happening, feeling less dumb when multiple classmates also had questions.

The bell rung, signifying lunch time. You sat with your food alone waiting for Kaitlyn when the seat next to you is filled by Patrick.

This boy is literally enabling your fixation on him. One part of you wanted to tell him to run from you, because you were unhealthily obsessed with him, and you only met him hours ago.

The other side wanted to beg him to continue, because it gave you the delusion that this might not have been one-sided.

“How was band?” You ask him, the Irish Spring soap hitting your nose sweetly again.

“It was lame.” He responds, opening up his bag of chips on the tray. “We didn’t really get to play much, and it was just some introductory talks. I do music theory on the weekends, so it was basic knowledge. Dunno, felt like Junior High band than High School. What class did you go to?”

That was certainly a critique. And while you were no means an arts school, the drama program you had was nothing to laugh at. Maybe the band class wasn’t up to par with the drama program.

However, you’re now fixed on the idea that he also wanted to know how your class went, too.

“English. I usually love this class but the book she introduced us to was stupidly hard.” You complained and suddenly Kaitlyn pops down next to you.

“I warned you that she’s a villain.” She claims, laughing as you finally discover the true nature of the infamously tough English teacher that was Mrs. Van Heerde. “She’s that intense all year long, by the way. You get used to it within the first week.”

“Do we have any other classes together, or will we be just tortured together during PE all semester?” You ask, yanking out your ever-folded schedule.

The two of you compare, and you have your last class of the day together, Anthropology.

“Hey me too.” Patrick comments, already putting his schedule back in his pocket.

Kaitlyn side eyes you, nodding towards Patrick pointedly with her head. You wish you could express every thought you’ve been thinking, but the fact that it’s stopped by his mere presence is a gift you could never have predicted. She leans forward onto her elbows towards him, a devilish glint in her eye. “So what’s Ohio like?”

“Boring.” Patrick deadpans to her, mouth still chewing as he said it. “Nothing happens there.”

“Why’d you move here? No offense, but nothing happens here either.” You laugh, leaning back in your chair.

Your small town was made of only one high school, and the town had major meetings in which the smallest of squanders were battled out by the leaders. What squanders were so important to gather (most of) the town’s population you might ask?

New library signs. Where to place wheelchair accessible ramps on old buildings.

Stars Hallow was very reminiscent of your town, without all the romanticization of it.

“Dad’s job moved him.” Patrick answers, lips pursed as if he was considering his opinion on being moved going into his second last year of high school.

“To here? Of all places?” Kaitlyn asks, her eyebrows raised up to her honey blonde bangs.

Patrick laughs silently, nodding solemnly in response.

“So why did your mom bring you to a psychic when you were so young?” Patrick asks, taking a sip and your mind is captivated by his Adam’s apple bobbing as he drank. You never realized it was so prominent.

“You won’t get an answer out of her.” Kaitlyn answers when she realizes you were preoccupied. “I’ve tried for years, and nothing.”

“Why not?” Patrick asks, the question directed towards you.

His brown eyes look into yours, and without either of your food to distract you anymore they were so captivating. “I like to have a little mystery in a town where everyone knows everything.”

“Do you even know why she took you?” Patrick challenged you, his eyebrows tilted.

“Yep. I could tell you vividly why she took me.” You pause, leaning over to your bestfriend to tease her. “But I won’t. I let this one fact fester for years so the real thing will not live up to the hype. I guarantee it.”

There’s something behind his eyes that you couldn’t place, an unsaid sentence in his brain. You wanted to be brave and ask what was on his mind, but, then again you were only his tour guide. Tomorrow he’ll be hanging with some people he actually liked.

The air as tense as you thought it was, Kaitlyn switching her glance between the two of you as an unspoken sentence seems to be exchanged. Not that either of you were aware of the sentence, but Kaitlyn was, even if she didn’t know what it meant.

Patrick wondered if you were feeling any bit of as intense as you were towards him as he did about you. Why was he so drawn to you? Why did not knowing about this story of the psychic drive him so crazy?

You wondered why you had the sudden urge to tell Patrick a story that you had stored away in a safe. How was he not freaked out by the sheer intensity of how much you’ve been staring at him all day?

Kaitlyn just wanted to know when the two of you would get a grip and just admit you were into one another. Patrick was cute, and by the reactions of the girls in the classes without you, also desired. However the general consensus is that the two of you were into one another, and anyone with eyes could see it.

Anyone but the two of you, at least.

“Alright I gotta jet. I’ll see you both in Anthropology, I guess.” Kaitlyn walks off, shaking her head in exasperation. One day when the fog settled you’d be able to have a conversation again.

Hopefully.

-

After you dropped Patrick off at his second last class, you were able to show him the classroom for Anthropology, which so happened to be diagonally across the hall. He thanked you graciously for showing him around, and you had to fight back insisting that the pleasure was all yours, you got to look at him all day.

Now you walked into the classroom, seeing the desk layout as both Kaitlyn and Patrick had already seated, with a seat between them you supposed was meant for you. You walked to the seat, and they were already in the middle of a conversation.

“No, I swear to god, you should’ve seen her reaction.” Kaitlyn insists, and you’ve got a bad feeling you were the her she was talking about.

Patrick lets out a light laugh, and his smile brightens up the room.

At least, to you it did.

“I’m not even going to ask.” You claim, shaking your head in contentment. Contentment? Why were you content?

“Oh, I'm telling him about the time-”

“Nope. Don’t want to know.”

“Fine.” Kaitlyn lets you be stubborn, raising her hands up in surrender.

You stare straight ahead to the whiteboard ahead of you, refusing to look Patrick in the eye and give in to Kaitlyn’s little game. You knew, as well as she did, that the moment you looked at him and the spark in his eyes you would want to know what story Kaitlyn was telling him.

The possibilities were endless.

Anthropology was as interesting as you hoped it was, picking it based on liking social studies more around the study of how people lived. At the end of the class the teacher Mr. Sullivan assigned a project that was due towards two weeks.

It was a long project that required days of working together, a study on different tribes in East Africa. It involved basic research, a visual and oral presentation with an artifact that represents the tribe as a whole.

It was a long project, something that earned a groan as he handed the assignment out.

Mr. Sullivan didn’t care, telling you to partner up with whoever.

Kaitlyn, ever a sweetheart, knew what you were going to say before you even say it. “Hey, I’m gonna partner with Lacey, her whole thing is research projects. You should go with Patrick.” Very subtle, Kaitlyn. Very subtle.

You take out your flip phone, texting her under the table as you turn to your right towards Patrick.

UR THE BEST

The sound of her phone flipping shut is the signal that she has received it, and she simply just says, “I know.”

You gulp, facing towards Patrick. “So, partners?” You ask delicately, ready for any rejection.

He keeps surprising you. “Cool.”

As if on que the bell rings, and you find yourself walking with Patrick to your car. He was, after all, parked right next to it. In fact, you found yourselves in between his van and your car and the air is so much thicker than when you saw him that morning.

After the miracle of being in the same gym class as him you had expected your only interactions with him to be limited and one-sided. Patrick outright asking you if you would show him around stunted your perception, and you found your luck growing throughout the day.

You look up at him, and nothing in his face is giving him away, the sweater open to reveal he wore an MCR shirt but the baseball cap on his dashboard surprising you.

As vehicles started to leave the lot, still much unsaid, you were about to turn to your own vehicle to reminisce your world-wind first day when an electric shock surges through you as he grabs your hand to stop you. You freeze, staring at it.

You turn back to face him, questioning the grab.

“Can I say something crazy?” He asks you, his voice low and vulnerable.

Crazy seemed good. You nod, because even if crazy didn’t seem good, you’d be willing to listen to him talk about snails if it meant you didn’t have to leave him yet.

“I have spent all day wanting to kiss you. From the moment I saw you, it’s like this…” he looks down, frustrated, looking for the right word.

“A need.” You offer for him.

He smiles, nodding.

“It’s not crazy, because I’ve been feeling the same way.” You respond, the sentence escaping your throat before you could stop it.

Patrick takes this as a go-ahead, walking two strides before his hands frame your face and his lips are on yours. It sounded crazy, but it was like it was coming home. His lips felt familiar, and a tear was already down your cheek before you had processed this emotion. Like something you were missing has been found.

Like you found him and you didn’t even know you were looking.

Patrick connects his forehead to yours, your heavy breaths loud in the silence surrounding you both. You allow yourself to sit in the silence, until Patrick insists you join him in his van so you could finally talk it out.

Because, it was odd, but it felt like this should’ve been happening. Like you going home instead of kissing him would’ve been the wrong choice.

You climb into his passenger seat, feeling strangely safe as you glance around for hidden details about him.

“So.” Patrick starts, leaning on his steering wheel as he talked to you.

“So.”

“You’ve been feeling it?”

“Since the moment I saw you. I thought I was going insane with how much I stared at you in gym this morning. I thought you were going to tell me to stop stalking you.” You confessed, the openness of it refreshing.

“I was actually showing off.” He replied, a hint of sheepishness in his voice. “My mind kept telling me that you didn’t care and to stop but there was something that told me not to let you go too far, which is why I requested you to show me around.”

“Do you think all people feel drawn to one another like this?” You asked him, keenly aware of the feeling of a magnet that’s been pulling you to him.

Patrick shakes his head, “I’ve never felt anything this strong. This is something else.”

“This is insane. I know nothing about you, but I had this need to be near you all day. I know you’re athletic. I know you play the bass. I know you listen to My Chemical Romance. That’s it. But. Kissing you, is like—"

“Relief.” He interrupts you, understanding everything of what you were talking about. “You’re saying we don’t know one another very well, so tell me the one thing you refuse to tell everyone else. Tell me about the psychic.”

You blink, and the inkling that this had something to do with her was all too much all day. “Did that story intrigue you because I refused to tell it, or because of the psychic?”

“The psychic.”

You knew it. “I used to dream about someone. He was from a long time ago, before we were born, and when I woke up, I talked about him and how much I missed him. My mom took me to the psychic because apparently my details about him were consistent enough to make her raise some questions.”

“What happened?”

“I actually never found out, but the psychic believed me. And there was something, in my little brain that thought she was the real thing. I remember thinking that because that thought is my first memory.”

“I never told anyone else before, because my mom just dismissed it as childish stories, but I used to dream about a girl. I didn’t know much about her, other than she was a light in the darkness. Her laugh, her hugs, when she came into the dream everything was amazing. Then these…” his face grimaces, and you could tell it also became nightmares for him, too. “These cracks would echo in my brain; I think they were bones. I don’t know much after that; they all blend but I will never get that sound out of my head.”

Patrick places the baseball cap on his head backwards, sliding down in his driver’s seat.

“This can’t be a coincidence.” You start, his dreams making sense yet being mind blowing at the same time. “Are you up for something crazy?”

“This already feels insanely crazy, what do you got?” Patrick answers, one hand clutching onto his steering wheel.

“When I went I told her about my dreams, she hired a Private Investigator to look for answers on the person I dreamt about. She said as a four-year-old I’ve given her enough consistent information that if the person I dreamed about was real, then she would get answers.” You pause, letting Patrick soak it in.

Patrick laughs, closed mouthed as if the insanity of the circumstances finally caught up to him. “Fuck it, let’s go.”

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[wartsandwarlocks]

Jealousy

This was meant for the lockeroom prompt from @wolfstarmicrofic but I spent so much time on school I literally forgot to finish this. If you’re reading this and thinking about taking IBs DONT!! SAVE YOURSELF!

Quidditch has been a total pain in the dick the past month. Not only has James been a total arse to everyone in the team because of his latest breakup with Lily- the fifth one in fact- but the girls are being completely uncooperative on her behalf. It was all completely doomed from the beginning.

By the time the Sunday match rolled around, the team was a complete mess. The graceful chasers crashed into each other at least thrice, the amazing keeper could not do his only literal job and not twenty minutes had to go by before their score reached triple digits.

To no one’s surprise, Sirus casually “bumped” into the Ravenclaw chaser, right after the 120th point, throwing her off her broom.

A deafening whistle went off.

“Sirius Black!” the ref screeched “out and suspended!”

“Fuck’s sake” Sirius muttered “of course I’m the bad guy”

Angrily, he dropped to the ground and stomped to the lockeroom. Throwing his broom and removing his pads he sat down on the first bench he saw.

“A whole month a whole fucking month” he thought “putting up with James and Marlenes bullshit feud over Lily, who I also had to fucking tolerate!, to end up suspended for lightly touching that mutant asshole.”

Surely, James’s insufferable heartbreak was weighing on the whole team, but Sirius had other things weighing on him. Just last Sunday, the pretty little chaser he threw off her broom has been batting her big brown eyes at Remus. Right. Under. His. Nose.

Remus told him it had been over some homework thing, History of magic, but it was all a big ball of bullshit. Sirius knew perfectly well those two didn’t share any classes, but Remus managed to convince him was truly nothing and Sirius, blindly, decided to trust him, a regrettable decision.

Yesterday it happened again, they were standing beside the potions classroom, her eyelashes batting over and over for Remus, desperately craving his attention. The kind of attention Remus had sworn to only give Sirius. Bull. Shit.

“Pads?” A familiar voice resonated through the lockeroom. “I know you’re in here asshole, I just want to check on you before you got screamed at by everyone else”

“You’re here to scream at me?” He answered as Remus sat down beside him.

“Uh? No? I came to see how you’re doing, suspension and all”

“It’s just a semester, I can deal Remus but thanks.” He answered dryly

“The fuck is wrong with you? Don’t take your anger out at me I barely spoke to you today.” Remus argued

“Oh sure you have no time for your stupid boyfriend but all the time in the world for your bitchy girlfriend” Sirius bitched “I get it now, thanks for painting the clearer picture Moons, appreciated.”

“Girlfriend?” Remus said dumbfounded “what on earth is going on with you Pads? Who’s this girlfriend I know nothing of?”

“Oh you know, brown eyes, eyelashes that bat each time she even thinks of you, blonde, fell off her broom, you know her pretty well actually.” He spat back

“fucks sake, this again? What is it with you and Irina?” Remus asked turning at Sirius.

“What’s with me and Irina? What’s with you and Irina, Remus?” Sirius said turning to finally look at him “What is it that you two like to talk about so much you just can’t wait to talk to her?”

“She’s helping me with something” Remus said shyly

“Like your boners?”

“Like your birthday present you fucking dick.” Remus said getting up “She’s traveling to London next week, I’ve been asking her to buy you that stupid Led Zeppelin album you so desperately want since I can’t seem to get it anywhere else.”

Sirius stared down at his shoes. “Shit” he thought. However, being Sirius Black, he wasn’t just going to quit there.

“Well thanks Remus but I could wait for my birthday present if it meant you not flirting with her.”

“Merlin Sirius you are being unreasonable! We’re not flirting!” His hand practically teleported to his temple.

“Puh-lease Remus don’t pretend you don’t see how she worships the ground you walk, she’s always just lurking around the corner, waiting to be with you!” Sirius said standing up to face Remus. “The worst part is I can’t even blame her! You’re so fucking hot and do not stop giving her the time of day. I too would think I have a chance with the infamous Gryffindor casanova”

“Infamous?”

“You can’t be a nice casanova Moons,” Sirius ran his hands through his sweated hair “It just doesn’t work like that.”

“I’m quite nice to you, aren’t I?” Remus asked.

“Yeah sure, except when you’re flirting with Irina, you’re pretty decent”

“Oh fuck off” Remus chuckled

“and leave you alone in the lockeroom to wait for your girlfriend? No thanks.” Sirius meant it, but it came out as a tease, and he let it slide.

Remus laughed before sitting back down “so, how are you feeling?”

“Better” Sirius joined him, laying his sweaty head over Remus’s shoulder “please stop flirting with her, let her know you’re not interested or something it’s eating me alive” he pleaded. “Fuck i could have killed her with that throw”

“i know” Remus smirked

“Moony you’re smirking it’s weird” Sirius said sitting up.

“The smirking? why?”

“I just said I almost killed her and you’re practically laughing”

“i do think its funny” Remus rested his hand on Sirius’s lap, making him slightly jolt. “She is very annoying and you look incredibly hot all jealous and murdery over some stupid girl” Remus said, his fingers poking Sirius’s face.

“Fuck you” Sirius laughed, moving his face to the left.

“if you insist… i’ll be waiting in the dorm, James will probably kill himself after the team loss and Pete will be busy reviving him so I think we have some time.”

“Moony?”

“Mhm?”

“Next time she bats her eyes i’ll kill her right there and then.”

“Oh I am so looking forward to it.” And with a tender kiss, Sirius was left alone in the lockeroom one again.

[dp-marvel94]

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Face to Face should be a surprise to no one. I've been writing it for three and a half years. It's almost 280K long. I'm so proud of myself for sticking with it this long. A lot has changed in my life since I started this. Writing the story actually was very important to understanding and accepting myself as an autistic person. I'm in a much better place emotionally now. And I literally just have the epilogue left to write. 😭 I'm going to finish it after Invisobang, I swear!

Speaking of Invisobang!

This is the 76K monstrosity I wrote in three months for the first Invisobang. There was a lot of tears in writing it. I'm pretty sure I gave myself headaches just about every day with the stress I was putting myself under. Honestly, I never want to do that again. 😅😓💀 But there were a lot of emotions in there I think I needed to get out of me. It helped me deal with some things; there were a lot of emotions I needed to get out of me so I'm happy I wrote in, even if it hurt.

So apparently, I'm going to be a debby-downer for all these. :( This was the first multi-chapter fic I ever wrote, my first real dip into writing fanfiction (after a one shot I wrote near by birthday in 2018 to cheer myself up). I wrote it in the month or so after graduating from graduate school. I wrote with a fever and excitement I hadn't felt in a long time and my sister beta-read it with me, just as excited as I was.

*Religious discussion to follow*

Honestly this story saved my life. For the past year or so, especially the last semester of grad school, I was in the deepest depression and anxiety I've ever experienced. I kept running into road blocks in my research. Nothing was going the way I wanted. I never got to see my family; with my sister being my best friend (and still is) that was a big deal. I did many things I am deeply ashamed of and I felt so alone. And I was so angry at God for letting me get that deep. I felt like he'd abandoned me. I was convinced if He didn't even care about me at all. Which was absolutly earth-shattering for me; I'd never had my faith shaken like that. In all honestly, I came really close to leaving the church. I'd already checked out mentally. I stopped listening to Christian Music (yes even Disciple) because I couldn't enjoy it anymore; all those promises in the songs felt like getting stabbed when I knew that God had forgot about me.

The point, the depression and guilt and running from God (because I was running from Him; He never abandoned me) turned into a vicious cycle, driving my deeper and deeper, farther and farther away. Things only started getting better once I graduated. And something finally pushed me to start writing. And writing Double Discovery was the first step in climbing out of that depression and coming back to church. Or rather.... it was what Jesus used, completely oblivious to me, to start to pull me out of the pit and bring me back to Him. Looking back now, I have no doubt. God lead me to the DP community. He gave me the special interest I have, the passion, my talent for writing, the ideas. I remember praying (ie begging), before things got really bad and I can't even stomach the thought of talking to God, for Him to help me. It didn't come when I want it to or how I would have imagined or even wanted. But He did help me. He never abandoned me.

*End Religious Discussion*

Okay, these last two will just be fun, I swear!

I wrote this for my first Phic Phight. It's the first story of mine someone made fanart for. Check out this piece by @paenling

Another Phic Phight offering, this one from 2021. I had to include one of my numerous clone sibling stories. XD

[compscitc]

Hello! It’s been a while since I’ve been on here and a LOT of things have changed. So first of all I am no longer in school and I’m on to my second year of university. I study computer science which I really like and am happy with! So the most obvious thing is that I have no longer a crush on my high school teacher cause a lot of things went down and he left from our school for another school so I was kinda forced to get over him :( he still holds a place in my heart but it’s more like I’m glad that I had the opportunity to meet him and have this minuscule relationship with him even if it was nothing for him, nothing erotic and only platonic but there is warmth left behind in his spot.

Though it’s been almost three years, my preference for older men in places of authority has not stopped and I have developed a new crush on one of my professors who taught me last year programming 😭 yeah I know I know you would say it’s literally the same thing as before BUT there’s a big BUT here and hear me out 😭

Let me say first that the problem is that first semester I couldn’t really establish a relationship cause he was rly kinda distant with me and I felt like he disliked me but would make lighthearted jokes etc. Second semester came and he was like a different person, rly warm with me, making casual convo, I have literally walked to the bus station with him talking for like 15 minutes and all cause he rides the bus with us, he has told me multiple times (as a joke?) to go for a coffee with him and all that, my desk at the lab was next to his so he talked to me a lot and made jokes with me, always telling me to do jobs for him if he forgot something etc you get the jist. He made a POINT to tell me he is single cause I said something that didn’t make sense and he was like “oh god she’s going to be the death of me and I’m single, I’ll die single” (about me) and I’m like ?!?!?%{^{>\* HELLO?!!:?:2€37

The BUT here is well the fact that he is single and that there might actually be some chance that something happens. The problem is that I don’t know how to approach him bc I have only his academic email and I cannot find him for the life of me on any social media so I’m thinking to join him for a bit and a small talk before my lessons this semester cause he will have lessons at the labs at the same time as me. Plsssss I need help im loosing my mind cause I think I am attracted to him but I am not that sure yet, all this started as a joke last semester with my friends calling me “his girl” cause he was always talking to me and asking me to do favours for him and me denying it but now I don’t know how I feel (?) oof anyways big update for everyone here 🥺🫰🏻 love you all and I hope I don’t sound weird 😭

Oh did I mention he is nearing 47 years of age?🥹

(Also I used to be idontwannabemeanymore just so you know 🖤)

[maddieladner1999]

Bad idea right? Chapter 8

I’m back. Sorry for the break. I forgot I was writing this and ran out of ideas. But I will finish it now. I’ve decided to do graduation first then the play.

Opening night is coming in the next week after the boys get home from New York so rehearsals are in full effect. They thankfully have already taken finals though so their full attention can be on the play. Or at least Ricky’s since EJ is in college and not in the play.

EJ’s had his ticket forever and cannot wait to see Ricky in action. Ricky is playing Peter Pan obviously. He’s kinda excited to watch. The fact that Ricky will be wearing tights helps. He’s worried about the flying though since it went so bad in rehearsals for beauty and the beast. Ricky hasn’t expressed concerned so they must have fixed it. He decides to give Ricky a quick call in between classes

Ricky: hey sweetheart what’s up

EJ: just thinking about you

Ricky: yeah? What made you do that this time?

EJ: remembering what happened with the harness in beauty and the beast and realizing you’ll have to wear one for Peter Pan

Ricky: oh yeah I can’t believe we haven’t had this conversation already

EJ: I had a lot on my mind before.

Ricky: fair. Well we did a lot of work on the harness to make sure it was stable before I even got in one then done practice runs before going for it.

EJ: so no issues then

Ricky: nope. We also always triple check the wires for any snapping for obvious reasons.

EJ: good. Wouldn’t want that to happen again

Ricky: nope. So is that all? I’m sure you have class I know I do.

EJ: yep last class of the semester before summer. Talk to you later baby

Ricky: don’t you forget it sweetheart. I love you

EJ: (laughing) love you too.

EJ hangs up and goes on to class.

——-

Ricky also heads to his next class hoping to see EJ soon since he is done with school earlier than he is. When he’s not at school or at practice he can be with his sweetheart and he can’t wait for that moment. He goes to his next class which goes by way to slow until it’s time for rehearsal. It’s Thursday so they only have 2 more before the big night!

After having a good rehearsal with no harness problems, Ricky heads home. He just got used to the harness not being an issue and EJ’s got him all worried about it again. He knows EJ was just making sure he was ok but it doesn’t help his anxiety. It’s his last play and he wants it to go well especially since his boyfriend is coming. Last time was nice but they hadn’t been together long. Now it’s been a year. It’s crazy how far things have come. He’s almost through the door when he hears a familiar voice

Lynne: hey kid you home

Ricky: mom you’re early

Lynne: we’ll I was able to get off work early to come see my son’s last play and graduation

Ricky: yeah? That’s good. Still no boyfriend?

Lynne: I thought I’d take a better approach to introducing you so not here. You can meet him in Chicago this summer

Ricky: sounds good.

Lynne: is EJ coming? You are still dating EJ yeah?

Ricky: yes we’re still boyfriends. Yes he’s coming. He’ll be home tomorrow

Lynne: maybe you can invite him to dinner tomorrow night

Ricky: that’s a good idea. I’ll text him.

Ricky heads up to his room to drop off his stuff and grabs his phone to text EJ to invite him to dinner. He responds with a yes and he goes back downstairs. His dad has come home now and he’s talking to his mom. He doesn’t wanna seem like he’s eavesdropping so he just goes back to his room.

The next day Ricky is nervous still for the play but excited for EJ to come to dinner. School flies by pretty quickly. Graduation is tonight so the play can be tomorrow so he heads home to get ready for dinner. He’s greeted with a surprise when he gets home

EJ: hey baby. Miss me?

Ricky: you know I did. You look amazing. Your hair is literally perfection like that.

EJ: glad to see where your priorities lie. Why don’t you go get dressed. Dinner will be quick before the ceremony.

Ricky; be back in a few

Ricky gets dressed upstairs while EJ chats with Mr Bowen and Lynne. They mostly talk about Ricky but then there’s a turn in conversation

Mr. Bowen: so EJ what about your parents? Have you told them about Ricky?

EJ: no. But that’s mainly because my mom is dead and my dad and I aren’t on speaking terms

Lynne: oh I’m sorry for you loss. What happened with your dad if you don’t mind me asking?

EJ: it’s fine. The more I talk about it the more free I feel from him. My dad had these expectations for me to go to duke and after not getting in I was meant to go to the caswell business school to be like him. I decided to show him I can actually do things like directing frozen at shallow lake. He didn’t care. The documentary was a disaster and he was disappointed especially when I didn’t want to go to the school. So he cut me off, we no longer speak and I work way to many jobs to pay for college with scholarships as well obviously.

Mr. Bowen: that’s a lot of stuff you never should had to deal with

Lynne: I can’t believe a father would put his son through that

EJ: it is what it is. I get to be not only my true self but a better person without him. I don’t need him in my life

Lynne: you still deserve better

EJ: can’t change the past

Lynne: have you ever tried to mend the relationship?

EJ: I try to call all the time but every time I pick up the phone with the intention I just can’t.

Mr. Bowen: you shouldn’t have to reach out to him. He should reach out to you. You’re not the problem. He is. And he will realize it one day hopefully

EJ: I don’t know about that. But I don’t care. If he can’t accept my career choices I doubt he’ll accept my lifestyle ones.

Lynne: you don’t think he’d be ok with you being gay?

EJ: he was never a fan of me doing theatre. He’ll probably think those coincide and blame me for it. I’m always the problem to him even when it’s out of my control

Lynne: that’s so sad. You aren’t a problem EJ. You deserve better than that.

Mr. Bowen: yes you do. You may be dating our son but we’ll take care of you as our own at least on the advice front

EJ: that’s really nice thank you

Lynne: plus you’re staying with me and Ricky in Chicago for some of the summer. If you need anything let us know

EJ: thank you so much. I luckily haven’t made an enemy of my aunt and uncle though so I’m not totally alone.

Lynne: that’s good. Will they be there tonight? I’d love to meet them

Mr. Bowen: yeah me too.

EJ: yes they will. Ashlyn is their daughter, my cousin, they will be there to watch her walk too.

Lynne: lovely. Oh look here comes Ricky right on time.

Ricky: I didn’t take too long did I?

Mr. Bowen: maybe. We’ve been busy chatting with EJ

They all head to the car.

Ricky: you’ve been talking with my boyfriend? about what?

Lynne: his family problems

Ricky: oh. Yeah he’s been through a-lot.

EJ: yes I have and now that it’s all on the table can we go eat please? I don’t want to be late to graduation tonight.

Mr. Bowen: right we should get going.

They all get in the car and head to the restaurant for dinner. They inform the staff they are in a bit of a rush since graduation is tonight so the waiters can rush their entrees that they order quickly.

After dinner they bring Ricky to school so he can get his cap and gown and they head to the bleachers on the football field so they can find seats. EJ brings them to his aunt and uncle so they can have the meeting they asked for and they decide to sit there. The ceremony starts soon. They cheer really loud when Ricky’s name is called and after the ceremony is over they go find him to take pictures.

After they take a billion pictures with Ricky and his friends and boyfriend of course, they head home. EJ has been invited to stay the night as long as they keep it PG. when the boys get upstairs they shower quickly and get in bed. After a few glee episodes, now halfway through season 3, the boys go to sleep.

[mercy--killing]

how're you doing? You've been quiet on here for a while now. Sending good vibes y'all's way, hope you're doing as well as you can

hey i randomly logged into this account today and saw this and sort of wanted to give an update :)

the last year and a half ish i think has been good and bad. i started college, i got my first real job, i got my drivers license, and i got my first semester with straight a's since like middle school! but also ive had a couple more major traumas, had a major loss, had issues with hoarding, had an alcohol problem for a while (pretty much okay with it now though), where i live is getting very dangerous for trans people, and my physical health has kind of tanked. also i realized i was a lesbian! i almost forgot that one lol

one of those major traumas (losing someone i was very close to in front of me) just kind of changed me. it was like how the psych ward i was in killed a part of me. i just dont feel like that same person anymore because she was in my life since i was a baby and i dont think that same me can exist in a world without her. that was about a year ago and im okay but its still really hard.

im in a lot better of a place now though. im actually still living with abusive family that im totally financially dependent on, but tomorrow im getting my car put in my name and this weekend im doing a doggy date for a dog shelter with a very old pitbull and i have friends and im learning to work on cars. i still very much am a lot better off than i was the last time i posted here.

also i sort of found religion? its weird but thats been a really major part of my life lately. i call myself christian adjacent because i believe in jesus and everything but i dont agree with literally any conservative christian belief. God loves queer people, abortion is a right, other religions should be respected and christians are privileged in the west (myself included), hell doesnt exist, refugees and immigrants should be welcomed with open arms, etc. i mostly align myself with quakers. thats been a really big thing with trauma and im so much better at coping and having healthy behaviors now because of it.

i did quit therapy and im pretty strongly anti the institution of psychiatry. @/trans-axolotl has a lot of posts on it and i dont want to get too into it here. basically therapy and meds arent inherently bad and should be much more accessible and many people benefit from and need them, but not everyone does and stripping autonomy away from mentally ill people is bad.

so yeah. im sort of okay. some things are worse and some things are better. and if anyone is still following this blog i hope yall are doing well. i probably wont ever come back, i dont really find this blog helpful anymore, but ill keep it up for now just in case.

[gettdrunkk]

Settled.

I've been talking about this feeling of being settled. Or I guess the lack there of that I'm experiencing. Since this is anonymous and Im 100% sure nobody will read this (thank god lowk) I want to explain why I feel so unsettled.

I don't have very many friends at the moment and part of that is my own doing. Actually most of it is my own doing. Well hold on I had friends at the beginning of the semester but then they totally fucked me over and so I dropped them. I guess why I'm saying that it's my own doing is because if I really wanted friends I could've just accepted their lame as apology and moved on like nothing ever happened. but I've dealt with toooooo many assholes in my life to deal with them again at our big age. I never stood up for myself in the past and I owed it to her to do this for me. But because of that, I've rediscovered that because I had a friend group, I forgot to make other friends outside of the friend group and when I got dumped on the curb I felt a little stranded. It's okay, shit happens I guess.

I'm very isolated. Besides from having like 1 real good friend and a bunch of other friends who I definitely talk to often but don't regularly hang out with or consider best friends, I really only got me. I also, am studying abroad on an insanely small campus with a whopping 150 students. yeah. Everyone is everywhere and it makes me want to just become a fly on the wall. You know how in school there are people you know but you don't always say hi to them but it's okay because you can just avoid them in the sea of other people around you. Well that's literally everyone here. There is no sea, this is a very small fishtanks.

Like I said, I'm abroad and granted I've been here for over three months now but I'm at this weird point where I'm about to go home (9 days btw) but I also really like it here. I don't want to leave and just be stripped of this lifestyle that I've adapted so well to. Partying every weekend, going to different countries every weekend, being in Europe, having tiny breakfasts, paying nothing for everything, living in an insanely beautiful architurally (idk if that's a word) developed city. I can't do it. I am going back to New York if that softens the blow at all, but I'm also going back to Trump, over bearing parents, a legal drinking age that I am not at yet, high food prices, and nowhere to go on the weekends. You know I actually looked up how much it would cost to go somewhere on the weekend from New York or Chicago just for funnies? Never gonna fucking happen.

My last and final reason is that nobody seems to look at life the way I do. Or maybe they do and I just don't realize it. Maybe there is someone out there who is a complete freak and sits in their bed writing a Tumblr blog ranting about things she can't really control. I don't know. I've been having this problem where I judge people really hard based on how I perceive them. I've come to the conclusion that people my age are just really surface level. I mean they don't really have interests they are just robotic and wear whatever clothes they see their favorite influencer wearing, and only make chronically online jokes but not even the funny ones, and they all look like each other. Their #1 artist on Spotify was probably Taylor Swift or fucking Gracie Abrams or something but you know what, they probably feel settled so, so be it.

[meanderingthoughtsofthewretched]

Back again.

Another night staying up way too late crying because am I’m trying to fall asleep my brain starts dredging up shit. I was done literally less than an hour ago, but now? Crying again and I know I won’t stop for a while unless I actively distract myself, so might as well type here.

I guess I’ll start with the big one. I was not accepted into grad school. Again. For the *third fucking year in a row*. When I first got the news I was sad, sure, but more than that I was just pissed. I tried *so fucking hard* because *no one* was helping me. I don’t know what people want, what they expect, and I’m just flailing around in the dark.

Yeah, I know the first year was my bad. In my defense, I had not clue what I was doing. I spent wayyyyy too long studying for the stupid fuckjng GRE (why the shit do they have math that I haven’t seen since 7th grade????) and not near enough time on the statement of purpose, cv, or resume. But also in my defense, I didn’t know what schools I was trying to apply for because I was *literally* told certain ones I was not allowed to go to (which I bet my dad conveniently forgot he did) and then the ones I found I was told sucked ass. By the time I was told this (because of course no one fucking told me on their own, I had to fuck up first) it was too late to apply for any of the good ones. Yes, I was someone picky, but god forbid the tiny short ass 100 pound soaking wet sheltered kid not want to go across country **by herself** with *no drivers license or car* and no experience living in an apartment. So I applied to where I could and crossed my fingers.

Obviously, that didn’t work out. Year two, I tried to go for one school only, that way I could tailor my letter better. I thought I did good, but the panic attacks I got any time o tried to work on it made it take too long, and one of my profs didn’t get their letter of recommendation in on time, this I was auto denied. Which sucks, but I understood why.

So try again! Except, the time when I could have been connecting with profs, and writing, I had to spend relearning how to drive and then actually taking the damn test. Fuck, I hated that entire experience. I was constantly anxious and panicked, crying myself to sleep most nights and struggling to hold it together in front of my parents, who were acting like it was the easiest thing in the world to do and didn’t understand why I was struggling. I had to redo everything because wow! Paperwork can expire! And when I last did all of this *two fucking years earlier* they didn’t help me, and left me to flounder. I don’t know why they thought I could magically learn how to drive a car without *being in one* but I guess it didn’t matter that much to them until it was an inconvenience and actually affected them.

Anyways, this year I don’t know why I didn’t get it. I can only guess. Was it because I only had one bio prof, and the other two were other branches? (Earlier prof who got in late decided she just… didn’t want to, and made it my problem because she also took almost a month to answer me, requiring me to find a prof that was willing to write on an incredibly short notice.) Was it because it was turned in close to the deadline? If so, why have the deadline there??? It makes no sense. And I hate that it is during winter break, because if something goes wrong you have to work your ass off to get anyone to answer you about stuff. I also couldn’t show that I was upset, or worried, because that might have made my lil sister upsetti about going back for another semester 🙃

Every single. Fucking. Time I have any problems, someone else has it worse so I have to bite my tongue to not make it worse *for them*. Especially the bean. Jesus I hate that I’m here essentially as an emotional support sister, because my parents were tired of her losing her shit at the smallest things.

And yet!!! She has her life together!! Holy fuck! She’s got a car that she likes that she is confortable driving, a boyfriend who is willing to come see her at the drop of a hat, friends who she regularly sees and hangs out with and are willing to take her places, gaming consoles that are just hers, and a place to stay that is away from parents and where she feels she can be herself. She’s got a job and an internship *paid*, like **well paid** coming up that will likely lead her to other jobs, profs that like her and have said they are willing to write her recommendations, and it’s all been handed to her on a fucking platter.

I was not allowed to learn how to drive until now, much less have a car. No significant other to see or hang with. Friends are far away and don’t bother initiating contact (I have a whole rant saved for later about that). I’ve literally never had my own console to play on, they have all been shared and eventually taken away by my siblings, much less the tv and projector she has. I feel trapped here, and watched. I was literally not allowed to have a job and now can’t do anything because the walkable things are for students only and *I don’t have a fucking car*. One of my profs straight up said she doesn’t want to bother writing for me anymore because I’m not worth it. Basically any opportunity in college was squashed thanks to COVID and me not taking a year off when I should have. And now all opportunities are limited to students so I can’t even get any more experience to try and because a student to actually move on in life. And I just??? What the fuck am I supposed to do??? All I can do is cry.

I haven’t told my dad yet, I have no idea how he will take it. He will probably get mad.

My mum actually had the gall to ask me if I actually want to get a masters. I told her yes, but in reality?? How the fuck should I know??? I was never allowed to have a damn opinion about things involving my life, why start now?? She was the one who decided my life path, hell she tried to decide that for all my siblings, and I was the only one who didn’t say no. So, no, I don’t know if I actually want this, I don’t know what I want to do at all, this is her dream. Be been so damn depressed for so long, all I want is to have a stable life.

All I want is somewhere to live with people I choose, who I don’t feel obligated to take care of, a stable job that pays decently so I can occasionally get things I like, and isn’t soul crushing, a car that gets me places safely, and the ability to breathe without being constantly stressed out.

Is that really so much to ask???

I’ll do the friend rant later, but I’m. Too tired. It took over an hour to write this and it’s just ramble at this point.

Fuck

[auxwired]

//school rant

I got kicked out of a required school performance last minute because I forgot some of the words while practicing.

Albeit, it is my fault that I had struggled to memorize the script, but there were 15 other people in the fucking group and I don't really think my teacher would notice me misspeaking because of the sheer amount of people in the group.

The reason why I am LEGALLY, a person with a disability is because I am fucking disabled. My ADHD has given me such chronic memorization issues (along with other things but they aren't very related here) to the point it is literally disabling. I am not saying the girl who kicked me out already knew that, but the thing is that she has already done this before in a play we had to do last semester.

She was one of the directors in the play and she was always so bossy and intimidating. She removed one of my classmates from the acting team because he struggled to memorize his lines as well, AND HIS LINES WERE LITERALLY PARAGRAPHS.

Not to mention how loud and rude she is to our groupmates. Like. I'm not the kind of person to hate on people so much unless they've really done something wrong, but she's just so irritating. I had gotten a strong feeling she disliked me even before the performance and this really proved it.

Then again, Im probably the one at fault and I might just be acting like a bitch since I was kicked out and I do not feel good about it.

I still hate her though. And hate is a strong word.

[orchidyoonkook]

hey yoonieee !! how are you today ? hope you have/had an amazing day just like you 🫶🫶 make sure you grab something yummy and warm to eat (it's so cold wtf 😭), hydrate and take good care of yourself 💕💕

long time no talk (i swear i half forgot this app even exists and half been working on a book 😭) had a great day today. i somehow managed to sleep till like 1pm, stay in bed for another 3 hours i think and then cleaned my living room floor just to get it dirty again like 10 mins later 😭 then i just chilled around before baking FOR 3 FUCKING HOURS (had to do 34 cupcakes for our christmas fair tomorrow at school (also i may or may not just simply skipped school today...)) but i'm happy that christmas break is finally here cuz i've had a crazy af week. i missed a test last week and i've been shaking in my boots cuz i wasn't sure if i had to take it this week (and believe me when i say i'm absolutely shit at this class 😭). but this week has been amazing. i had a simulation of an exam on tuesday and it was so funny cuz the whole class was really really nervous before (even tho they don't write the marks) and after it like half of the class started dancing 😭

btw sorry for the long paragraph 😭 i wanted to text you i think two days ago but as i was writing the message i accidentally opened a notification so the text got deleted and i was so tired (pretty sure it was like 5 am) so i said fuck it and that i will text you the next day. i've seen you haven't been feeling the best so i really hope you're feeling better and that you're doing good 💕💕 also again no pressure in responding just make sure you take care of yourself 🫶🫶

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Hi Baby Star!

i suck cuz this is from dec 21 but i didnt have a computer for 2 weeks and then work and this is me getting on a personal computer for the first time since Dec 19th to finally answer this!!

SO:

long time no talk (i swear i half forgot this app even exists and half been working on a book 😭)

That's okay!! I was barely online in general those few weeks so I feel ya

had a great day today. i somehow managed to sleep till like 1pm, stay in bed for another 3 hours i think and then cleaned my living room floor just to get it dirty again like 10 mins later 😭 then i just chilled around before baking FOR 3 FUCKING HOURS (had to do 34 cupcakes for our christmas fair tomorrow at school (also i may or may not just simply skipped school today...))

omg im so happy you'd had a good day!! with so much sleep and rest time???!!! that sounds PERFECT <<<3333 And then you even got some cleaning AND baking done??? Star you're kicking so much butt im so proud!!!

(34 cupcakes is insane but i just KNOW your house smelled amazing!!! and one skipped day is fine that late into the semester as long as it didn't interfere with exams imo)

but i'm happy that christmas break is finally here cuz i've had a crazy af week. i missed a test last week and i've been shaking in my boots cuz i wasn't sure if i had to take it this week (and believe me when i say i'm absolutely shit at this class 😭).

Me too!! I was so looking forward to the break! I hope yours was super good! Please let me know how you did on your exam!! I bet you knocked it out of the park! But even if you didnt, it wont make or break anything.

but this week has been amazing. i had a simulation of an exam on tuesday and it was so funny cuz the whole class was really really nervous before (even tho they don't write the marks) and after it like half of the class started dancing 😭

YAYAYAY!!! literally so happy so extremely happy your week was so good. That makes my heart so full because you deserve your weeks to be good!

Duuuuuuuude!!! dance party after exams???? Helllllllllls yes. that sounds amazing!

btw sorry for the long paragraph 😭 i wanted to text you i think two days ago but as i was writing the message i accidentally opened a notification so the text got deleted and i was so tired (pretty sure it was like 5 am) so i said fuck it and that i will text you the next day.

that is perfectly alright! I adore hearing from you whenever you are able to manage, and I promise to try and get better at answering your asks a little faster now that I have the computer back!

i've seen you haven't been feeling the best so i really hope you're feeling better and that you're doing good 💕💕 also again no pressure in responding just make sure you take care of yourself 🫶🫶

I'm better!! Still a little stressed cuz things keep adding up, but I'm also slowly crossing things off the list! And I absolutely will respond! Just maybe not in the timeliest manner sometimes 😅

I'll take care of myself <3

[blue-eyed-bloodstains]

01. where would you love to go to college? what kind of college is it? I’ve ultimately wanted to go to Full Sail University since my senior year (2010) and I even did the research and had a rep from there who came to NJ to present at our high school about it come to my house for an interview about it...even had roommates set up, a scholarship of $20k, the works. but it all fell apart and I couldn’t go, both by not having the means at the time due to moving around from family drama and there was no way to get there or afford to live off campus since they didn’t have dorms on campus. it’s a media school in the top 5 in the US and I wanted to pursue being a music producer if I went...

I also before that guy came senior year, always wanted to go to NYU for journalism/songwriting. I went to my local community college for Journalism and Public Speaking In Media for a bachelors, using my scholarship but I only completed one semester and had to move...so I never completed college and I lost the majority of that scholarship cause it expired...big regrets, I’d give anything to get a degree preferably online... 02. is there anywhere you’d love to go, but you wouldn’t go due to things there (people, natural disasters, etc.)? isn’t that basically the entire fuckin world at this point..? anywhere you go, there’s shit going down so it would be scary to go to any of the places I’ve always wanted to travel to and experience 03. do you know anyone who has/had swine? who? ...okay, meaning like owned pigs or had the swine flu? lol no not personally but there’s a lot of farmland here with many different animals so I’m sure someone has a bunch of hogs and piggies fenced in :P 04. do you like polaroid photography? yeah, would love to learn how to take amazing photos like that

05. did you ever watch that old nick show, ginger? As Told By Ginger! hell yeah, loved it! 06. is there a friend of yours who curses nonstop? who would that be? pssh myself more than anyone, literally barely can make a simple sentence about the most random small talk without cursing to some degree XD 07. don’t you hate when you put lyrics as a status and everyone comments it asking what it means / why it’s your status? I hate that they can’t relate to them or understand that it’s me crying out pretty much...I post lyrics or sayings/phrases all the time relating to my mental illnesses, emotions, physical illnesses...and I’m still alone with it all. 08. what internet browser do you use? Chrome or Firefox 09. what do you usually do to let your feelings out? listen to music, cry, DRINK TILL I BLACK OUT AND AM NUMB...

10. what was the last thing you uploaded / plugged into the computer? oh god no idea, I fucked up my small USB flash drive so it can’t recognize it when I plug it in...and my cd tray, the cover where you press the button to have it pop out snapped off so now I don’t know how to get it to pop out so I can play movies..and yes, both were from me black out drunk and the laptop sliding off me to the floor. 11. what is your last class of the day? I’m not in school 12. who do you think has your back more: your girl friends or your guy friends? guy friends for sure, I’ve always tended to be closer with guys than girls. being a hardcore tomboy all my life helps lol 13. do you think boys notice things more than girls? or vice versa? it’s hard to say cause everyone’s different, so I hate putting them into a statistic or stereotype. I’d say it’s pretty even for both 14. are you participating in project 365 (you take a picture of you/something everyday of the year and post it)? I’d love to try but not enough things I can post...I’m constantly home with nowhere to go and it’s very hard to be out and about for more than a short time given physical illness weakening me for years so no 15. do you have a flickr? if so, post the link. oh DEAR FUCKING GOD I completely forgot about Flickr! lol no I don’t and never did 16. am i the only one who would go to the ends of the earth to see their favorite band perform? I don’t know you so I mean, I can’t say for sure..but I’ve got several bands and comedians in mind that I would personally 17. do you think it’s dumb when a band smashes their instruments, or do you find it totally radical? meh I don’t really care

18. have you ever made a gif? if not, do you think it’d be interesting to make one? yeah I’ve always been interested in how to do it and I’d go insane making so many once I knew how to lol 19. are you excited for the beginning of american idol? no I haven’t watched for years..last one I saw win was around Jordin Sparks/Adam Lambert/David Cook seasons...I love watching the terrible auditions on youtube though lol 20. do you feel like you need some inspiration, or are you totally inspired right now? I definitely need inspiration... 21. when you feel uninspired, do you feel like you need to go somewhere to become inspired? definitely but rarely get the chance to 22. do you like driving games, or not so much? yeah 23. do you have trouble coming up with good surveys questions? I’ve never made em, I love taking good ones I find