#always worrying about her being too soft or too skinny

[whippetcrimes]

Pleased remembering that Misty's breeder said she was in great condition... something I worry over regularly. Raising and caring for a dog almost entirely differently than how my family raised and cared for our dogs is anxiety inducing sometimes. Like. Am I doing the best things for her

[sweatyracoon]

Put on a Show

Summary: Stripper!Seungmin trope.

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, oral(f), pet names(pup/puppy), softdom!Seungmin, inexperienced reader!, strippers, grinding, mxm(if your squint), sexiness

Your friends birthday was today, and instead of being a normal birthday girl, she insisted on taking you and all of her friends on a surprise trip. And the shocker was, only she knew the location.

You weren’t a very open person. You were an extreme introvert, so going out with seven other girls wasn’t your cup of tea. However, you couldn’t say no to Janice. She had always been there for you, and you wanted to do the same. She told you to wear something sexy, and the only thing you had was an oversized sweater that reached past your thighs.

When Janice came to pick you up, she saw your outfit.

“Girl… what are you wearing?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing what was behind those words.

“I’m a nerdy book girl. What makes you think I own anything sexy?”

“Take off your jeans. The sweater and a thong will do,”

Now, here you were, at a strip club, wearing an oversized sweater with panties. You walked at the end of the group, out of your element. Following them to a table, you sat, feeling awkward while they all talked adamantly about Bree’s ex. Wait. Which one is Bree?

You hadn’t been following the conversation, and Janice saw how nervous you were. She sat next to you, grabbing your hand.

“Don’t worry, I don’t like Bree, either,” she joked, making you scoff playfully at her. She always knew how to make you feel better, even if it was for a short while.

“The shows starting!” You heard one of the girls whisper as the lights dimmed slightly, the spotlight directed towards the two stages in front of you.

Janice chose a table directly in between the two stages, giving them a clear view of both worlds.

“Don’t be shy, y/n. They are paid to show off their bodies. It’s consensual,” she explained like you didn’t already know.

You still felt yourself shift uneasily. This wasn’t your type of scene, so you naturally wanted to turn away, even if there was no one on the stage yet.

The into to a slow song started, the color of the lights shifting to the darker side as multiple men appeared from behind the curtains. Most of them were barely wearing anything, half naked from the start. Your face immediately cringed, your eyes darting from each man to the ceiling and back, trying to look at each one. They were all different, but all the same at the same time. None of them looked to be around your age, which made you feel queasy.

Despite your internal objections, the girls at your table were all basically barking and foaming at the mouth, throwing bills at them when they got close. Your eye caught something in your peripheral, making you turn. And when you saw him, your heart dropped.

A man…no, a boy, walked down the aisle to the main stage, fully clothed. Perhaps bit too much for some of the woman’s taste, but for you, he was pure eye candy.

He was wearing black skinny jeans with tears at the knees, and a black tank top with a mess sleeve layered on top, tucked in and all held together with a thin leather belt. His neck was laced with jewelry, and his hair was unkempt, shaggy and pointing in every direction. His face pale but soft, his lips plush and his eyes hard, but beautiful.

He was so tall, but his walk was graceful. He looked reserved and dissatisfied as he looked around his current audience. It was almost like he was tired of being there, but it was all a facade. It was apart of the themed charm of the day.

Your attention was solely focused on this boy, and Janice noticed it too. You watched as he finally stopped, almost directly in front of you, and starts dancing to the song that sped up. His body rolled smoothly, making your mind wander to places it had never been before, making you squirm, now for another reason.

His hands caressed his body, groping himself in all the right places, earning a satisfying reaction from his audience. His hips thrusted at the perfect time with the song, his knees twisting slightly, making your breath hitch. The most enjoyable thing for you, though, would had to have been his facial expressions.

His straight mouth at the beginning was now open, his jaw opened as he was breathing hard. From what, you didn’t know. All you knew though, was that it was so hot. His hard eyes were now softened slightly as he looks around the room, but also focused on his movements. His messy hair now recked.

You noticed someone slightly younger than him come towards him, someone you didn’t notice before. They seemed to be the youngest employees here, you thought.

The boy had slanted eyes, and from where you were sitting, it almost looked like they were closed. You had to admit that he was also very attractive.

When the younger boy reached the stripper you had been watching, they met each other’s eyes before nodding, the younger boy stepping in front of the older, the song suddenly changing. The older grabbed the younger waist, grinding into his ass while they both made a blissed out expression. His head lolled back as the younger boy grinned, grinding harder into him before the older reached lower than his waist, groping his-

Woah.

You didn’t realize your jaw was open until you felt a Hand underneath your chin. Janice was smirking at you when you caught her gaze. You didn’t want to look away from the boys, but you did. Your body couldn’t handle anymore.

“Still regret coming with me?” She teased, making your red face hotter. “I know it’s my birthday and all, but I think my gift will be buying you a one on one room with him. What do you think?” She whispered to you, seeing your eyes widen comically.

“What? No! I’m not doing that. I’m the shy nerd book girl, remember? Besides, I’m not going to take your gift money for something like that,”

Next thing you knew, you were sitting in a private room waiting for the selected stripper. Your friend was choosing between the two boys you were so intently watching. You were hoping she would pick the mesh topped boy, but you also thought the fox-looking boy was attractive. Still, you were scared because you had no experience in literally anything. Not even kissing.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard the sound of the door knob twisting. You held your breath as you waiting to see the identity of the person coming from behind it, not releasing it when you saw your choice.

“Hey there, cutie,” he said, and you nearly melted from his angelic voice. It was something you wanted to listen to for the rest of the night, and that might just be what happens if you don’t make a fool of yourself.

“Hi,” your voice came out strained and nervous, making you mentally scold yourself.

“You okay?” He asks with a smirk, walking to where you’re sitting. “You look nervous.”

You grin stupidly at the comment, confirming his accusation. “Sorry, I’m not really…supposed to be here,” you said, looking anywhere but him. But all you wanted was to look at him. But his eyes…they observed every bit of you, making you feel vulnerable.

“What do you mean, pup?” He bends down to your level, his height difference making you feel something pool in your stomach.

“I’m supposed to be reading a book in my bed. Actually, I’d be asleep by now, if it weren’t for-“ before you could finish, his hand rested on your thigh, making you flush.

“A birthday? Yeah, the birthday girl came up to me and told me a whole bunch of things…specifically about you, pup,” He smiled, rubbing circles into the plush of your legs.

Every time he used that pet name, you felt a wetness between your thighs, sticking your panties to your core. “Oh dear god! What things?” Now you were alert and jerked slightly, making him rub circles counterclockwise.

“Nothing important. Just that this was your first time in a place like this. She thought you weren’t into it, but then she saw you looking at me. I was so honored that a pretty girl like you was watching me instead of the others,” his head tilted, leaning in slightly as he continued. “So she asked if I would be willing to give you a private show.”

By now you were unable to speak, shocked and horny as hell.

“So, I’ll start this slow. Since it’s your first time,” he squeezed your thigh twice before standing up, his figure looming over you. You pushed your legs together, hoping to quell the heat that had formed in between them.

“What do you want, pup?” He whispered, staring into your wide eyes, his whole demeanor changing so suddenly it gave you whiplash. Away was the sweet puppy look, now a hungry boy willing to please you any way you wanted.

“I…what’s your name?” You stutter, looking down after realizing he was probably expecting you to say something sexy. You scoffed at yourself before feeling him pull your gaze to his by your chin.

“My stage name is Puppym…but my name is Seungmin,” he answered, not letting you go. “And you?”

“Y/n,” you breathed, unable to escape from him any longer.

“What a beautiful name. I’ll take this slow, y/n. Let me know if you want me to stop,” He said, moving his hands to his belt, but before taking them off, he asked, “Can I touch you?” He grinned after seeings you nod immediately.

He threw his belt in the corner after taking it off, letting his pants drift down slightly. No skin showed, but the promise of it was exciting enough for you. You watched as he pushed his hands through his hair before coming to where you were sitting, straddling your lap with his legs. His hips started grinding without actually even touching you. All you could was watch as he danced suggestively, all intention pointed at you.

You felt how hot you were inside as your mind started thinking about what was underneath his sexy clothing, but was quickly redirected when he grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest.

You gasped, making him smirk, his legs brushing against yours. He slowly drifted your hand downwards. You could feel the phantom of muscles underneath the double layer, making you shiver, trying your best to imagine muscles on his petite figure. Finally, your hand rested on his waist, where he left it, moving his hand from yours.

“You okay, pup?” He teased, seeing you practically drooling over his minimal movements. He liked seeing how worked up you were. Such an innocent girl, him being the one to show her his world.

You let out a little, “mhm,” making him laugh. He stopped, moving back a little.

“Wanna see more?” He asked, grabbing at the hem of his mesh sleeves. You nodded, your eyes starting to gloss over. “Speak up, puppy.”

“Y-yes please, Minnie,” You said, surprising him. No one had ever called him that, but he loved the way it sounded coming from your lips. He watched as your hands grabbed at the sweater on your legs. It helped him see further up it.

He nodded, pulling it off in one quick motion. You pr breath hitches when you see his arms, the muscle lining his forearms made your mouth water. His collar bones protruded from his taught skin, the jewelry shimmering in the dim lighting of the private room. His tight tank top outlined his torso perfectly, letting you see the shadow of his abs that reached all the way down below his jeans. You swallowed.

He came back towards your again, now crouching down to sit on his knees in front of you. He placed his hands on your calves respectively, brushing against them so softly. A ghosts touch.

He , painfully slow, brought them up to your knees before grasping them from behind, pulling them apart quickly making you gasp.

He loved how you were reacting to him. Even though he wanted to fuck you into this cushion, it was against the rules to go that far. He knew that he needed to get your number after this so he could see you again. He had never been so into a private show as much as he was with this one. Never been attracted to one of his ‘fans’. He wanted you so bad. But he couldn’t go that far. But he would please you as much as he could before you had to leave.

His face leaned in closer to your core, stopping only to tease you with pepper kisses along the inside of your thighs. He even sucked a few marks into them before his fingers reached the end of the sweater, tugging at it in a silent question. lol you could do was nod, your breathing heavy and hot, cute whimpers leaving every once and a while.

He tapped your hip, making you lift them so he could push your sweater up. He squeezed your thighs twice, pushing them apart to view your pussy through your underwear. He moaned at the sight, your soggy cloth attached to you. He pressed a hard kiss to your covered folds, making your head fall back.

“Shh, puppy. Gotta keep quiet,” he said, placing another kiss against you. You squirmed, whimpering at his words.

He brought his fingers to feel the fabric, pushing them aside for a better view. He groaned, seeing the glistening slick that was spread against your folds. Licking a line up your pussy, your thighs instinctively came together, but he didn’t allow them to. He needed space if he wanted to please you properly, no matter how bad he wanted you to suffocate him with your cunt.

He sucked on your clit as he pushed a finger into you, making you moan. He tapped your leg with his other hand in warning, and you bit into your hand as he continued. He pumped into you a bit longer before adding another finger, slowly picking up his pace. Then, he curled them, hitting that spot within you that made you clench around him. Your sounds and his wet lapping was filling his senses, making his groan again. The vibrations to your clit are what made you snap, your orgasm rushing over you suddenly, your stomach clenching as you released, Seungmin there, ready to devour your essence.

After he pulled away, what you saw is something you would never forget. His beautiful face covered with your juices, a playful smile displayed, and blown irises in his cute eyes. “You okay?” He asked, rubbing circles into your thighs again.

“Yeah…” you answered, still trying to breathe properly again. You were hickory to find your bearings, lowering your sweater while Seungmin wiped his face clean. “Do you do that often?”

He looked back at you in surprise before answering.

“No. That was my first time eating someone out,” he said, making your heart stop. He continued. “We aren’t supposed to do that with customers. Just a dance and then leave, but…I don’t know. You’re adorable, and…Oh! Speaking of which, can I get your number?”

You just sat there for a moment, probably looking like an idiot, but your mind wasn’t working. You couldn’t even see the doubt that crept onto Seungmin features. Before you could take to long, however, you pulled out your phone suddenly, handing it to Seungmin.

“Give me yours, and I’ll message you? I know you’re working right now and everything, but once you get off, you’ll see my text,” You said with a smile, excited.

He did what you asked, dressing himself again before standing in front of your small frame. “I’m glad you came tonight,” He grinned, giving you a quick peck on the lips, grinning at your dumbfounded expression. “You’re so cute, y/n,” was the last thing he said before leaving.

When you returned to your friend, she asked you how it went.

“I’m so glad I came tonight,”

[jazzythursday]

Wylan leaves in the morning.

He doesn’t plan to, not exactly, but he definitely doesn’t plan on staying, either.

Wylan is no stranger to one night stands. He can’t say he gets around very frequently, but enough to know the general plot of how they're supposed to go.

Flirt, drink, fuck, leave. The order isn’t necessarily set in stone, but the list ends the same every time.

He has a good time, for the most part, and it’s always a welcome break from the awful chemical smell burned into the Tannery or the staleness of the empty rooms in cheap boarding houses (when he can afford them) that Wylan is used to. Wylan likes the freedom that comes with it, too. It’s liberating to go where he wants and do what he pleases; to not worry about who he’s seen with or sleeps with or what they might think of him after. And he likes feeling wanted, for a little while. He likes being reminded that he exists.

So Wylan does not make a habit of falling asleep with the people who take him to bed.

He doesn’t even remember falling asleep, really.

He doesn't remember, and yet, Wylan wakes up with his head pillowed on Jesper’s chest. With Jesper’s arm draped over him. His breath is warm where it ghosts over the top of his hair, and if Wylan glances up he can see the way Jesper’s mouth— those lips— fall open in sleep.

It’s the best morning he’s had in months, possibly. Certainly the most comfortable.

He knows it can’t last.

Wylan looks at Jesper, still sleeping peacefully next to him, and he panics.

He’d woken up in Jesper Fahey’s arms.

He’d slept with Jesper Fahey.

Jesper has a reputation, and Wylan knows it, even new to the Barrel as he is. He’d heard about Dirtyhand’s second and resident sharpshooter plenty— Can’t resist a gamble, never misses a shot, and not just with bullets. Jesper Fahey is an excellent marksman, they say, with terrible luck with the cards, and a soft spot for pretty girls and even prettier boys.

Jesper’s played the field— multiple fields— went on a seismic world tour of fields.

Wylan is very good at not being noticed. He’s also very good at listening. People tend to look past him, they never pay any mind to the too skinny boy with the wild hair and the hunched shoulders and the grime that never seems to wash off completely after his long shifts at the Tannery. Wylan knows this, knows he’s very adept at being able to disappear, when he needs to.

So by the time Wylan actually meets Jesper, he’s well aware of his place in Ketterdam’s booming rumor mill. Jesper has many, and Wylan thinks by now he may have heard them all.

And yet, none of them do a thing to prepare him for Jesper.

They’d met in a tavern.

Wylan had been nursing his drink for the better half of an hour, trying to come up with reasons not to go back to the sad cot he had waiting for him in a rented room, with the only window overlooking the brick wall of a dark alley.

So far, he’d only come up with the one.

Wylan had seen the tall Zemeni man from across the room and hadn’t stopped looking since. He was flirting with a girl at the bar, twirling one of his guns in one hand demonstratively with a drink in the other. The girl— a curly haired blond— was giggling, hand pressed to her mouth with eyes that had very clear and direct intentions.

Wylan had almost resolved himself to a night of wasting the few kruge at his disposal with little to show for it, when the man had looked up and caught him staring. The man had smiled, twirling his gun with an extra flourish and then tipped his hat. Wylan smiled back, and gave a little wave. Embarrassing, He’d thought, stop it, he’s already with someone else anyway. He’d looked down, and stared at the near empty contents of his drink until someone sat down next to him and said, in a voice like apple butter and sweet syrup, “Can I get you another of those?”

Then Wylan had looked up into the eyes of the handsomest man he’d ever seen, and thought, he has the most perfect lips.

Out loud, he’d said, “I, uh, well—” His mouth was wide open, he’d realised, and shut it quickly. Again, the man had smiled. Again, Wylan had smiled back. “Yes, please.”

And that's how he’d met Jesper.

Afterwards, they’d stumbled through the streets— I know a place, Jesper said, If you want to take this somewhere more private— until they’d passed a corner where a vendor was selling traditional Kerch sweets out of a cart.

“Stroopwafels!” Jesper had stopped. “I love stroopwafels!”

Wylan was tugging him toward the cart without really making a conscious decision to move, and Jesper had laughed, surprised and delighted.

Wylan bought them both stroopwafels and handed Jesper his with a shy smile and a shrug. “For the drink.”

Jesper looked at him consideringly, head caulked to the side, and Wylan felt himself blushing in the low light of the lamps. “You’re sweet,” he’d said eventually.

“Is that bad?” Wylan had asked, sheepish. Jesper was already shaking his head.

“It’s good. Just not that many sweet things to be had in the Barrel. It’s refreshing.” He’d bit off a piece of one of the waffles and smiled. “These are sweet too,”— he’d leaned in, smile still earnest but with something decidedly different underneath— “I like sweet.”

Jesper had not touched him like he’d been expecting to be touched. Jesper made no assumptions; he’d asked, about everything, in a way that was near gentlemanly if it wasn’t for the fact that he radiated trouble through his pores. Jesper was— not quite gentle, because Wylan had expected hot and heady and everything deep, and Jesper was all of that and more— but he wasn’t rough. He didn’t bruise, not if Wylan didn’t say yes first, and afterwards he’d laid back down and settled Wylan into his arms in a way that he had no real way of protesting— didn’t want to protest, anyway— and kissed him.

It was that that had scared Wylan the most, he thinks. Because Wylan is rarely kissed for the express purpose of it. It was always the promise of more— the rush of what was to come. But people do not generally tend to kiss Wylan for the sake of kissing Wylan. It’s different. Jesper is different, and Wylan can’t afford to be stupid enough to do something like get attached. Can’t afford much at all— really.

But Jesper had kissed him, pleased and lazy and warm, and at some indeterminate time later they had both apparently fallen asleep.

And it was nice.

It was too nice. It hurt with how nice it was.

Wylan peels himself slowly out of Jesper’s arms, careful not to wake him, and decides then that he cannot stand to be here any longer.

Jesper Fahey is not what he’d expected, he’s better.

Jesper Fahey is lovely, and beautiful, and kinder to him than anyone has been to Wylan for almost as long as he can remember.

Jesper Fahey is more than he could have ever hoped for, and he isn’t going to stick around for someone like Wylan.

So Wylan leaves, and he doesn’t look behind him as he closes the door.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Body Worship

➤ Day 11

𖤐Pairing: Husband! König x Wife! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, strong language, P in V, married couple, biting, boob grabbing, touching, dirty talking, eating out, mentions of pregnancy, badly translated German,

𖤐Summary: Y/n just had her first baby girl, and she has started to hate her stomach, it hasn't gone back to being flat and she has been scared that König may leave her because she wasn't skinny like she used to be and is worried her stomach may stop them from being active in the bedroom.

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Y/n stood in the mirror after her shower, she was in a matching bra and panty set looking at her stomach and pinching at the fat on her stomach. She grumbled at it and grabbed an oversized t-shirt and some sweatpants; she didn't want König to see her.

Their baby daughter, Heidi was asleep in the middle of the big King-sized bed. König was at work and would be home in a little bit. Y/n got back on the bed next to her sleeping daughter, she looked down at her and smiled.

She's glad that she could have her daughter being born and that the born went smoothly for her and Heidi. She was also worried about her and her husband's personal actives. Heidi was born 2 months ago, and she was worried König might have stopped liking her after the birth.

König walked through the door of his house and immediately walked up the stairs knowing his wife and daughter were upstairs on the bed. He smiled and removed his mask so he wouldn't scare his daughter. He smiled once again and kissed his daughter's forehead.

She shifted in her sleep and König gently picked her up and took her to her nursery and laid her down, he tried to make sure his tactical gear wasn't too loud and wouldn't also hurt her either.

He goes back into his shared bedroom and saw his wife Y/n now awake.

"Hey, mamas," he coos as he started striping from his gear.

"Did you just get home?"

"Yep. Why are you in sweatpants? You usually sleep in shorts, you get too hot in sweatpants," König knows his wife all too well.

"I was cold," she lied. Y/n thought her thighs were too thick and jiggled too much when she walked.

"Okay," he said, grabbing clean boxers and getting under the covers.

"King?"

"Hm?" He looks up at her.

"Do...Do you...still like me?"

"What?" He chuckles. "What type of fucking answer is that? Why would you say that?"

"...Because I've gained weight..."

"Weight? You think...a little bit of baby weight will scare me? Liebling (sweetheart) if weight was going to scare me off...then I would have left when you were pregnant with Heidi...I would NEVER leave you just because of some baby weight...liebling if anything...you look so fucking sexy with baby weight on," König crawled to Y/n.

Her back hit the mattress of the bed with König just above her.

"K-King." His hands went to her face and dropped to her chest gently squeezing her waist. She lets out a soft moan. His hands then went up her shirt grabbing her stomach, he then lifts it up over her head.

"Goddamn, liebe (love) you are so sexy," he bites his lip and kissed her neck and down between the valley of her breasts. His hands went around her back and unhooked her bra tossing it away.

"Don't ever think that I don't want you, liebe. I will always want you, you are someone I want in my life, for fucks sake you gave birth to my tochter (daughter)." He said, kissing her left boob and groping her right one. She moans as she looked down at him sucking on her chest and leaving purple hickies on her.

"K-King," he smirks and kept kissing her chest. His hands then went down to her sweatpants pulling them off completely and tossed them somewhere in the bedroom and her panties were tossed away too, leaving her completely naked underneath him.

"Heilige Scheiße (holy fuck)." He mumbles.

"What?" She sounded nervous.

"You are so fucking gorgeous," he attacks her lower half licking between her wet folds and earning a soft moan from her lips. She covered her mouth thinking she was going to wake up Heidi.

"Moan for me, liebe (love), I want to hear you moan."

"B-But I don't w-want to wake up, H-Heidi." She stutters.

"Even she does I'll go get her," he said, licking her folds again. She grabbed a handful of his hair.

"Don't...Don't stop, K-King," she moans.

"Das hatte ich nicht gelpant (I wasn't planning on it)," he said with a smirk on his face and kissed her inner thighs and bit the fat of her thighs. She moans and her back arched, he smirked at her and licked between her folds.

He started to remove his boxers showing his thick cock and pushing it inside of her lower half. She moans and looks down at her stomach seeing his dick bulging in her stomach.

"AH!" She moans and throws her head back.

"Aww~ kleine mamas (little mamas)," his hand went down her stomach and felt his dick inside of her. "Jesus, liebe (love) you look so cute with my cock inside of you, holy shit," he threw his head back and looked back down at her.

"I'm not hurting you, am I kleine mamas?" She shook her head. König grabbed her chin making her look at his eyes. "Worte, kleine mamas (Words little mamas)."

"Nein (no)."

"God," he threw his head back again and started to thrust even harder and faster inside of her. "You are even more sexy when you speak Deutsch (German)," he groans.

"Ah! AH! AHHH!" She moans.

"God, you are such a goddess, sexy body, you carried...a baby inside of you for...9 months...you take my cock like a whore, my whore, and you feel so fucking good," he moans.

Her hands went to his stomach touching his abs and moaning when she felt herself about to cum. She threw her head back and looked back at König's face. Sweat dripped from his brow and within one more thrust, she ended up coming on his dick.

"Ahhh~ liebe (love)," he moans. His forehead rested on hers and he watched her twitch when she felt a rush of König's cum leak right into her.

He moved himself out of her and watched the cum leak from her clit. He smirks and licks his lips before licking between her folds, she moans and gripped a handful of his hair.

"Now...let's get you cleaned up, liebe."He coos as he picks her up.

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Heidi was yelling for her parents to come and get her from her crib, she didn't care who as long as she was being held by one of them. Y/n came into her daughter nursery and picked her up, Y/n made some calming 'shushing' sounds trying to get her to quiet down.

König came into the nursery and saw his wife humming a soft tune and his little girl's eyes just softly about to close. He smiled to himself seeing his little girl asleep, Y/n was about to lay Heidi back in her crib, but König stopped her.

"Come on, let's bring her to our bed," he said.

"Okay," she whispered and walked past König and headed back to her shared bedroom. She laid on her side and gently laid Heidi between her and her husband.

König smiled at his two girls, he moved Y/n's hair from her face, she was looking down at her baby girl. He looked down at Heidi too and placed his head on his pillow.

Y/n moved the blanket over her body, Heidi's tiny body and König's body. She placed her hand on Heidi's tummy and closed her eyes drifting off to sleep.

[whohasthecards]

Hangman meets this Nick-Goose guy at the bar (not a joke)

Jake rested his chin on his cue stick as he stared curiously at the pair at the bar.

The famous Admiral Beau “Cyclone” Simpson and some skinny blonde guy were hanging around. He never knew that the Admiral could smile. Sure, the guy was fair and respected all around the base, but he was stoic. He shrugged and went back to his game. 

By the time he sunk the 8-ball in, he looked up and the Admiral was gone. He handed the cue stick  to the next guy about to play and went up to the bar, knocking on the counter.

“Ma’am, a cold beer, please,” He said flashing Penny a smile, she rolled his eyes and handed him his drink.

“Stop calling me, ma’am, I’m not your commanding officer, Lieutenant,” Penny grouched before smiling.

“Aye aye, Captain,” Jake said flashing a wink and Penny rolled her eyes in response.

“Damn, Pen, not checking IDs, you’re getting sloppy or soft,” The mystery man said and Jake turned to get a better look at him.

He blinked before realizing that Roo-Roo Bradshaw was somewhere in the Pacific Ocean and a good 30 years younger than the man.

“Shut up, Nick, he’s a grown aviator,” Penny sniped back, hitting the man with a towel as he batted it away.

“Damn straight,” Jake said, taking a sip of his beer.

“Ahhh, so you are getting soft, you’ve always been soft around aviators,” Nick said, giving Jake a wink.

Penny blushed and gave Nick another hit with a towel before another customer called her away.

“Piss her off enough and you’ll get thrown overboard, even if I gotta do it alone,” Hangman said, flashing Nick a sharp grin.

Nick gave a low whistle, “Damn, son, no wonder she’s soft on ya, you probably remind her of me and the boys back in the day.”

Jake frowned at that.

“Nevermind that, I’m Nick or Goose, choose what you want,” Nick, Goose, said, reaching out his hand to shake.

“Jake,” He replied, shaking his hand, looking the guy up and down, seeing the grey on his temples. “You used to be an aviator?”

“Old men, can’t be on active duty?”

“The Navy would be too busy worrying about paying for your back pain.”

Goose honked out a laugh that made his callsign make sense.

“I was a backseater, RIO, then after I left I became a civilian flight instructor,” Goose said. “Single-seater?”

“Yep,” Jake said, finally deciding to sit down beside the older man. “Lucky guess?”

It was Jake’s turn to be scrutinized as he was looked up and down, “Nah, I just know the type, do you prefer Jake or Hangman?”

Jake’s lip twitched down before he settled on a blank mask. He used to have no shame regarding his callsign, so who gives a shit if he misspelled a couple words here and there. Until.

“All you do is leave good men hanging! Goddamn executioner of your own squad!”

“Hangman! Smoke in the ai-”

“Lieutenant Jacob “Hangman” Seresin, you did everything you could, dismissed.”

He took a deep breath that was more shaky than he’ll ever admit, “Jake’s good,” he said, flashing a smirk as he took another sip of his drink.

The older man’s eyes softened and he gave Jake a small smile.

“How about you?” Jake asked, realizing it was polite to reciprocate the question.

“Eh, either is fine, they’re both the same to me,” Nick said, shrugging. 

“Doesn’t Goose remind you of the thrill of being in a jet?” Jake asked, swirling his beer bottle around. 

“Nah, reminds me more of hanging around the boys,” Nick replied. “Still see them, but it ain’t the same as it used to be. Plus, I think I’ve had enough excitement for this life,” Nick said chuckling, leaning back and both men wincing as they heard his spine crack.

“You’re showing your age, old man,” Jake muttered, looking at him worriedly, wondering if he was about to keel over. “You hangin’ in there, gramps?”

Nick chuckled, “Not that old, brat, I have a son your age. He’s 27.”

“How old do you think I am?” 

“Hmmm, 21?”

Jake squawked in offense, “You’re actin’ like this my second time drinkin’ or somethin’!”

Nick raised a brow at him, “Is it not?”

Jake glared at him and all Goose saw was the same pout on his son’s face when he withheld the cookies from him.

“ ‘M 23,” Jake muttered.

“See? Not that far off, no need to get your feathers all ruffled, birdy,” Nick said, honking out a laugh.

Jake grumbled, but Goose could see the smile behind the sip of the beer bottle.

—

“Mav, did the Navy bio-engineer you and Ice’s DNA to create a son we don’t know about?” 

Mav paused, looking at his phone to check if this was Goose he was talking to. “Not that I know off,” he said slowly. “Why?”

“Kid, tall, blond hair, green eyes, naval aviator, technical flying style with some of your style, has your social skills too,” Goose added the last part thoughtfully. 

“Is that a compliment to the kid or an insult?”

“....Anyways, you made sure you don’t have some kid we don’t know about, right? Because if you gave me a nephew and didn’t make me his godfather I will ground you, no jets for a month.”

“Let me check with Ice.”

—

“Hello my sweet-precious-baby-mini-me,” Goose crowed to the phone as his son groaned on the other line.

“Dad, I am taller and bigger than you.”

“You still get your good looks from me, honey, how’s the deployment going?”

“The other pilots are shitheads, the amount of ego here is astounding.”

“Naval aviators,” Goose said, shrugging before realizing his son can’t see that. “There’s never a shortage of ego, say these pilots are younger than you?”

“Some of them are, some of them are older,” Bradley said slowly, wondering where this conversation was going.

“Good, you’ll have enough practice then.”

“Practice!? Practice for what!? Dad?”

“All good things come to those who wait, Brad-Brad.”

—

Hey gramps, I’m being’ deployed to Top Gun, Hard Deck?

Sure, Jakey

—

Gramps flew with pops? Goose and Maverick ejected. Goose got an honorable discharge. Holy shit.

Bradshaw was Nick’s son?

Is that why he was angry?

—

Hangman was face to face with Bradshaw, anger coursing through his veins. Doesn’t he understand? If they couldn’t fly like Maverick, they would all end up dead. Dead. 

Is he angry because of hop 31? Pissed on behalf of his Dad? But, Nick wasn’t angry at Pete, right?

You can find out.

“Come on, take a walk with me, son.”

No. Nick doesn’t deserve that.

“You have a family Bradshaw,” Jake said slowly, watching as Bradshaw’s hackles raised up even higher.

“Yeah, kid is simultaneously too hesitant and reckless at the same time, and I thought my wingman is the reason I’m gray…”

“You’re almost 60 gramps, that’s the reason why you’re gray.”

“Don’t let them lose you because you can’t think straight. Feelings ain’t matter here, not if you want to live,” Jake gritted out, shoulder checking the other man as he left the room.

—

They’re alive.

He saved them.

Thank fucking god because in all the hours he spent on stand-by in his jet, he still didn’t know what the fuck to say to Nick if he came back, but his brother and son didn’t.

A selfish part of him wondered if Nick would still care if they both died.

Probably not. Thank god he wasn’t a complete fuck up.

—

The celebration died down and he was walking back from his long-ass debrief. Getting reamed for launching without orders.

He felt his phone ping with a text.

Come over for dinner when you’re onshore.

Jake gave a small smile at that as he sent back a reply.

—

“Hangman! Hangman! Lieutenant Seresin! Jake!” 

It was the inverted version of Mav calling out for Rooster during that first day in the tarmac. Except Jake was already turning around once Mav said Lieutenant.

“Jesus, Mav, calm down, I hear ya, I ain’t goin’ anywhere yet, pops,” Jake said, raising his hands up as he flicked his toothpick to the side of his mouth. “Don’t stretch your legs too far tryin’ to keep up with me,'' Jake said, smirking.

Mav rolled his eyes upwards as he put his hands on his hips, as if asking god for patience. Heh. 

“I wasn’t able to talk to you one-on-one after the mission, kid, how are you?” Mav said, eyes softening as he looked at Jake up and down.

Jake felt self-conscious, as he straightened up instinctively, which was dumb because surely Mav wouldn’t notice that he was eating less. That he felt more tired each day. That he doesn’t know what kind of man he is.

“I’m fine, Mav, just thinking,” is all Jake could say.

“Don’t think too hard, kid, you might hurt yourself,” Mav said, giving Jake a smile, but there’s a glint in his eye that told him he meant it.

Mav’s an ace.

“Do you think about it, often?” Jake blurted out.

Mav furrowed his brow, “Think about what?”

Killing people.

No, not now.

“Nothing, nothing, sorry, pops, long day, just thinkin’ about how much the big bosses lectures on and on and on,” Hangman said, cringing at the babbling he just did.

Mav frowned, looking unconvinced, but gave a grin when command’s lectures were brought up, “I just learned to tune it out and forget. After you hear the first one, it all sounds the same, anyways.”

Jake barked a laugh at that, “You’re a menace, Mav.”

Mav grinned at Jake’s laugh, shoulders relaxing as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

“Anyways, I’m here to ask if you’re free tonight? My family and I are having dinner together and I want you to join in,” Mav said. “Some of the other Daggers will be there.”

He felt a pang of regret when he realized he’d have to decline, and it must have shown on his face, when Mav gave an understanding smile.

“Have plans, already, huh?”

“Yeah, a,” grandpa, family, mentor, father-figure-, “friend invited me for dinner, I haven’t seen him in a while, and yeah. I wanna hang out with ya pops and the squad, cross my heart, it’s just that I already got plans, and-”

Mav cut him off with a chuckle, “I get it, kid, don’t work yourself up, there will always be next time. Just promise me I won’t have to bail you out of jail tonight and you have fun.”

Jail with Nick? What a joke.

“Aye, Aye, Captain!” Jake said, giving Mav a salute, smirking as Mav shooed him away.

“Yeah, yeah, go on, brat, don’t cause trouble, you hear me!?”

“As if you can talk.”

—

Jake took a deep breath as he turned off the ignition of his truck, grabbing the beers he brought. He ain’t gonna come to a dinner empty handed, and Nick was more of a beer guy, rather than a wine guy.

He went up to the door and knocked.

“Hangman?”

“Mav?” Jake said, blinking his eyes in shock.

“Jakey! You made it, kiddo,” Nick greeted warmly, gently pushing Mav away to envelop Jake in a tight hug. Jake closed his eyes and leaned in, burying his eyes on the older man’s shoulder, trying to reciprocate the hug despite his hands being full.

“Here, let me take that from you, buddy, and you two can catch up for a little bit,” Mav said when Jake pulled away from the hug, taking the beer from his hands.

“It’s okay, pops–”

“How come Mav gets pops, but you call me gramps?” Nick said, pouting as he slung an arm around Jake’s shoulder.

“Because,” Jake said dumbly, still a bit shock at seeing Mav.

“Ahh forgot to tell ya I invited my former wingman, Mav and of course you’ve heard of my son, Brad-Brad,” Nick said leading Jake to the kitchen. “Some other guys will be coming, later, some of them are part of Mav’s squad.”

“We’re well-acquainted Goose, heck, the kid even told me he couldn’t come to hangout with us because he had plans with a friend,” Mav said grinning at the two of them.

“Awwww, so you do see me as a friend, huh, Jakey?” Goose cooed, ruffling Jake’s hair as Jake pushed him away.

“I didn’t know you were invitin’ me to the thing I was already invited to!” Jake protested, blushing.

“Hey Dad, where’s the— holy shit, Hangman, you came?” Bradshaw Jr. said, walking into the kitchen. “Mav said you said no, did something happen?” Rooster asked, furrowing his brow.

Jake finally had a side by side view of the two Bradshaw’s. Definitely related. Should have figured that out years ago. 

“Ohhh good that you’re here Brad, here’s the baby brother I promised you years ago,” Nick said, steering Jake by the shoulders to push him towards Bradley. “You’ll love him, play nice, okay?”

“That is a pain in my ass, grown-ass man,” Bradley said, blinking slowly as if he couldn’t understand what was happening. “How the hell did you two even meet?”

“Oh, I found him in a bar acting like a mixture of Mav and Ice and I just gotta keep him,” Nick said casually.

“Baby brother-?”

“Congratulations, you’re adopted, kid,” Mav said, taking a sip of his beer. “Wait til Ice sees you.”

“Ice?”

“Iceman,” Nick said. “Tom-Tom, Tommy, Tomcat, you will probably be calling him gramps.”

“I am not calling the COMPACFLT, gramps,” Jake said, jaw-dropping.

“No, you will be calling my brother, gramps, Jakey, plus they already expect it, they have heard many stories about you.”

“You talk about me to the Iceman!?” Jake said, his pitch rising an octave.

“And me, and everyone else, I was wondering why I haven’t heard about this aviator kid Goose here was talking about, started thinking he adopted an air force kid or something,” Mav said grinning. “He only really called you Jakey.”

“Or Jake-Jake, Jay, Baby J –” Bradley started, smirking at a flushing Jake.

“THAT’s enough,” Jake said, pushing at Bradley to cut him off, but Bradley just laughed.

“Boys enough. Bradley, stop teasing your brother. Jakey, no pushing,” Goose said wagging a finger at them.

“Yeah, yeah, dad,” Bradley said, rolling his eyes.

“Also, we need to make a custody contract, Goose, I want partial custody of these two,” Mav said looking way too serious as he pulled out a pen and a piece of paper.

“We need to wait for the other boys to show up first, I have a feeling Cyclone or Iceman would be calling dibs,” Goose said grinning.

“What?” Jake said, confused.

“It means, you’re stuck with us now, Jake-Jake,” Bradley said, ruffling the blond’s hair.

—

“You named your kid, Bradley Bradshaw?”

“I wanted a little Brad-Brad.”

[coffeeghoulie]

Hi :3 please be weird about quintessence whenever you have the time. Dealers choice of ghoul pairing <3

Thank you for the excuse to write this, Golfball :3. This has been rotating in my mind for a while.

Anyways. Behold 1.2k of Aether and Aurora being weird about Dew's size kink. Contains quintosis/quintessence use, some gill play, and size kink.

divider by @wrathofrats <3

Dew's losing his mind.

When Aurora had whispered into Aether's ear at dinner, he hadn't expected it to lead to this. The way the little ghoulette had blushed, he'd imagined she'd asked to be taken apart by the two of them.

And he'd been excited for it. Aurora's always a fun time. She's just as flexible as her summons-mate, though the voidling always seems to get more attention for it. And, as his brain helpfully reminds him, Aurora's small enough to slip into his bunk comfortably with room to spare.

The multi-ghoulette is small enough that Dew's frame covers her completely. Her legs are hitched up around his narrow hips, toes curling with every movement, the sparkly blue polish on her toenails catching the light. Her eyes glitter as she stares up at him, little breathy noises spilling from her lips.

Aurora has enough water in her elemental mix to get wet. Cool and wet and so fucking tight around him. Her slick pools underneath her ass, smearing against his balls as he presses into her. Dew has his face tucked into the crook of her neck. He can feel the soft puffs of breath from her jewel-tone gills against his burning cheek, and her whispered words against the shell of his right ear.

"Fuck, so big, Dew," she breathes, and Dew's smart. He's been around the block a time or two. He knows what quintessence feels like. Hers is a little newer to him, more like the sparklers Sunny and Swiss like to set off than Aether's more carbonated magick.

Especially when Aether's whispering into his other ear, thrusting slow and steady into his ass, big body draped over both of them. Each thrust shoves him deeper into Aurora's cunt, dizzy and trapped between them. "Such a good boy, darling, can't you feel how big I am inside of you? Lucifer, I'm ruining you, baby," He says, voice low and rumbling through his chest.

Both of their quintessence flows through his mind, twining and swirling around each other, pulling in different directions. He swears to Asmodeus that Aether genuinely feels bigger than normal, spreading him wider, big hands wrapping nearly all the way around his skinny hips, swears that he's so deep Dew can taste him.

He feels their quintessence playing tug of war with his perception, pulling every which way, fighting with marionette strings. He feels too big for his body. His skin is covered with static and uncomfortably tight in the best fucking way.

"Don't I feel so little?" Aurora coos, batting her eyelashes innocently, and Dew groans, wrists buckling as he drops to his elbows over her, still careful not to crush her. Her pert little breasts brush against his chest and he keens, kissing sloppily over her neck and gills. "You're so big, Dewey, shit, feels so good."

When Dew drops, Aether follows. His broad chest presses against his back, the scrape of of coarse hair making him lose even more of his brainpower. "No, you don't feel big, do you, love? So fucking small, my precious little fire ghoul. I can barely get my cock to fit in that tight little ass, can't I?"

Even though Aether had taken his sweet time opening him up with care and devotion, Dew feels the stretch tighten impossibly. Aether's cock presses hard into his walls, the head nudging against a spot that makes him cry. He sobs into the multi-ghoulette's shoulder and trembles between them.

Magick flows through him, his head spinning. He knows that he's thoroughly drunk on it. If he lifted his head to look in the mirror across the room, he knows that his irises would be a deep, deep violet. At least he doesn't have to worry about actually fucking Rory. Aether's got that well and taken care of. Each thrust deep into him knocks his hips against hers, her tight little cunt squeezing the life out of him.

Aurora arches, her toes curling. Aether lets go of his hip to grab her calf, rubbing circles with his thumb into the tense muscle. "Doesn't he feel good, little mote?"

"Mhm," Aurora cries out sweetly, her walls tensing hard around Dew. Her claws dig into his shoulderblades and draw red, raised lines down his back. The bite of pain makes him throb, mouthing weakly and uncoordinated at her collarbone. "He's so big, Aeth," she says. "Too big." There's genuine overwhelm in her voice, and then all Dew can hear is the wet noise of mouths colliding.

He finds the strength to lift his head from the crook of her neck and her sweet strawberry scent and immediately drops back down with a keening groan. They're kissing over his shoulder, sloppy and wet, and Dew just manages to catch a glimpse of pink tongue, purple sworls of quintessence as Aether shifts his magick to her.

Dew blinks blearily as his mind clears somewhat, Aurora losing her focus on him. Aether lets go of his hips, and he'd whine about it, but one big hand reaches under him to play with the little pink gem on the barbell that runs through the hood of her clit, and everything goes white as Aurora cums with a scream.

Her pussy squeezes impossibly tight, rippling around his cock and gushing with slick. Dew grunts and breaks out of his stupor. He ruts into her, trying to work her through it, but it's too much and everything goes white as he cums inside of her. His balls are uncomfortably tight to his body, the quintessence prolonging his orgasm until he's shooting dry inside.

Dew clings to her, pressing sloppy kisses over her gills, feeling the way her breath hitches as he licks at the sensitive openings. She paws weakly at Dew, at Aether, her pretty deep green eyes shot through with violet and rolling back in her head.

Aether's still thick and heavy where he's buried in Dew's ass, but Dew swallows hard and ignores it. "Yeah, pretty girl?" he breathes, slowly coming to his senses. The quintessence is still there in the back of his mind, but with how it's split between the two of them, it's much easier to think, thank Satan. "How's it feel?"

She nods, still spasming around him. Aether's other hand cards through her bubblegum pink hair, thick fingers separating the sweaty strands. She purrs as she glances between the both of them. "Fuck, so full," she giggles, her head slumping back against one of the pillows in their nest as she basks in the afterglow.

Aether chuffs, satisfied, before turning his attention back to Dew. He leans down, noses at the scar in the crook of his neck, and kisses at his earlobe. "You want to watch for a little, my darling?"

Dew huffs indignantly, but his tail wags, wrapping around Aether's thigh with an affectionate squeeze. "Yeah, starshine," he purrs, nuzzling back against Aether's cheek. It doesn't stop him from whining when Aether pulls out, guiding him out of Aurora with the motion. He kisses her cheek before settling on his side next to her. Dew pets her hair as Aether steps aside for a moment.

"Where's he goin'?" Aurora whispers, and Dew can see the sparks of purple in her irises where Aether's magick lingers. She's got to be floating. Dew grins.

"He's cleaning up real quick," he says, blunt claws scratching her scalp in the way he knows she likes. "But when he comes back, ladybug? You think I was too big?"

The way her eyes widen comically makes him laugh, stealing a kiss as he watches in real time as the tables turn on her. "Oh, sweetheart, you're in for it."

[prettypinkporkchop]

EMBRY CALL X FEM READER

Warnings: mentions of body issues. Health issues. Hospital visit.

Autoimmune diseases plague your life. You are the only plus sized girl on the rez. You feel so down about yourself. Embry makes life worth living.

The beeping of the heart monitor next to you is starting to piss you off. You sigh and move the arm without the IV over your forehead. You feel Embry next to you grab your hand. "Just waiting for the results, baby." His voice is soft.

You started taking new medicines for the inflammation in your body. You haven't had any difference. In fact, it's worse. They had to do x-rays on your back, knees, and hands. They had you twisting in all angles! Your heart is palpitating, which because of your health problems, it scared them. They put you on an IV for a bit.

"Do you need anything? I can go to the vending machine." Embry offers. You move your arm and look at him. You smile and squeeze his hand. "No, baby. I'm sure once we get home, Emily will have food made." You giggle. You glance down at your stomach and think about how skinny Kim, Rachel, and Emily are. It hasn't bothered you too bad since being with Embry, but occasionally, it hits you. Especially when you are told you are going to be around them. You love them, and they love you, absolutely! It's just hard being the only plus sized girl.

The door opens, and the rheumatologist steps in with a clipboard. She pulls the small rolling chair toward you. She keeps her mask lifted up, but her eyes are telling. "Alright, y/n. The medicine was only making your heart race. It was causing some arithmetic issues. Your joints are about the same as last time. You are just in a flareup." She looks at you and then Embry. A flareup sucks but that means there's nothing WORSE and nothing new to worry about.

"I'm going to give you a list of treatments. You can choose one that you'd like to try. I will up your plaquinil, though. This go around, no prednisone." She starts writing stuff down.

The visit took a lot longer. Emily had called Embry to let him know that there's a dinner over there tomorrow with your favorite food. You feel bad when she does this every time you end up going to the hospital for something. She does this for everyone on their birthdays, but that's once a year. For you, it's a few times a year.

You walk inside your and Embrys house, your phone and charger in your hand. You yawn, tossing it on the couch. Embry reaches for your waist from behind. He pulls you into him and presses kisses on your shoulder. "Baby, you tired?" He asks. "Mhm." You nod. At the moment, your fingers are hurting, and you just want to sleep it off.

You guys wake up. Pick an outfit for the get-together!

Even though it's a dinner, you all usually spend the day there. You grab your purse and have painkillers and nausea pills on hand. "Embry! Come on!" You call out.

No answer.

You cock your head to the side and drop your purse on the couch. You walk back into the bedroom and see Embry dressed, but he is leaning over the bed with his face covered.

"Honey, no." You coo and sit next to him on the bed. You pull an arm away from his face to see he's teary-eyed. You pull him into your chest. He loves it when you do this. He calls them his pillows. "I just feel so.. useless? I feel so out of control of your situation. I want you to feel better. I don't want to make you feel bad. I just hope you know I'll always be here. I love you." He plants a loving kiss to the middle of your neck before moving up. You smile at him and caress his cheek. "I feel better today. Having you next to me makes the pain feel more tolerable. I feel like I can keep going. You do control the situation more than you think. I love you." You kiss his lips softly. He holds onto your wrist, rubbing his thumb over your hand. He kisses back so softly and slowly. You pull away and stand up. "Let's go eat and hang out with friends!" You pipe up.

You guys make it there and step inside. Emily and Sam are sharing a few kisses. Quil, Leah, and Seth are on the floor playing twister. "Damn it!" Leah hisses as Quil's arm makes her fall, causing everyone to fall. "Dude, that was nearly impossible! I'm a wolf, not a contortionist!" Quil yells out. Seth rubs the back of his neck because two strong bodies landed on him. "What does that even mean?" He side eyes Quil with a look of hurt.

Quil jumps up and hugs you and then Embry. "It's so good to see you y/n! I would say Embry, but he's up my ass." He laughs. Embry rolls his eyes. "Wolf duties, Quil. Don't make things awkward." You burst into laughter. Leah steps up to you with a huge smile. "I'm so glad you are okay! You feel okay today? No pain?" She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you in. You giggle and pat her waist. "No pain today." You reply. She pulls back to hug Embry. You turn to Seth, who looks worried and has his hands in his pockets. "Seth Clearwater, what is wrong?" You ask amusingly and then give him a hug. "I'm scared for you and Embry." He sniffles and wraps his arms around you. "Hey, kid. We're okay. You guys will always kick vamp ass and I'll kick the disease ass too." You giggle.

"Surprise!!!!" Kim pops up and engulfs you in a hug. You hug her back and laugh. "Kim!" You call out. She pulls back and checks out your fit. "Goddamn! Beautiful!" She gushes. "Hey, you're the pretty one." You argue, internally feeling self-conscious and envy. She looks at you, her face contorted with 'come on, now'. "Seriously, Kim! I'd love to be skinny." She backs away and points at her body. "Y/n, JARED HAS NOTHING TO SQUEEZE!" She laughs. "I am beautiful, but you are too." She sits back down next to you. "Plus, everyone talks about how Embry calls your boobs his pillows." You both laugh.

The group of your friends in the kitchen pull up in the living room with you two. Embry stands behind the couch behind you and rubs your shoulders. You look up at his pretty face and pucker your lips. He leans down and pecks you. Quil puts Embry in a chokehold and pulls him away from you. You roll your eyes, and all the imprints sigh. "Here we go.." Emily giggles.

After your whole get-together, you and Embry get back home. You lay on the bed with your shoes still on. Your back is hurting so bad. You are trying not to cry. You roll onto your side. Embry comes up and takes off your shoes, kissing your ankles. "Baby, you need anything?" You shrug, unable to speak at the moment.

"I'm gonna get you comfortable." He unbuttons your pants and pulls them off effortlessly, as he knows all your curves perfectly and has done this many times. He kisses your lower back. "I'll get you some heat." He leaves. You roll onto your back and sigh. He comes back in with the heating pad. He plugs it into the wall and turns it on. "Lift up, baby." He says. You lift as high as you can, and he places it down. You flop down, and the heat instantly feels good. Embry kisses your forehead. "I love you." He smiles. You smile back at him and pat the bed next to you. "I got you." He walks over to his side and lays next to you. "Together." He says, grabbing a hold of your hand.

[lace-knots]

A little daydream about a lesbian pairing in an all-boys residence. not sexual.

I'm a little nervous about dorming. I'm not quite ready to come out to my school, and unfortunately it's going to be all boys in my building. I resolve to just act masc, put my tomboy foot forward, and hope my roommate isnt some wannabe drill sergeant.

No worries there. My new roommate has long hair, skinny jeans, and this soft, lisping voice.

She's trying to hide everything. The little green pills that dye her mouth are just candy. That cute voice is "just how I sound, dude."

The pretty underwear? That belongs to a mystery girlfriend, who's never around but leaves traces of herself all through my roommate's laundry. It's obvious by day three my roommate's even worse at boy mode than me. Neither of us walk around shirtless but she sleeps in a thin shirt that makes me 99% sure she's mid-puberty.

She's adorable. I spend more and more time with her, watching movies, jogging with her til she pouts and heads home, teasing her for being the girliest one in the building. When she raises her voice at me, I just grin and grin.

I finally had to get a sports bra. My style had always been best described as "the practical androgyne," so I guess I never put much thought into hiding my clothes. When it came tumbling out from my fresh laundry, she noticed. big time.

She insisted I find some way to return it to its owner. Goddammit. I had been trying to think of a way to come out to her that left me room to backpedal in case she (somehow) wasn't who I thought she was. Too late for that.

I pull a prescription bottle out and toss it over. She reads it and starts giggling. "wow. I'm actually... me too."

I tell her that was obvious, dumbass. She's bouncing with excitement.

"I mean... it must be fate, right? Right?"

I roll my eyes and give her a hug.

We get closer, start cuddling during movie nights. She's a big crier, while I'm more likely to fall asleep with my arms around her.

I just wanted to comfort her, give her at least one space where she can be proud of herself. But when she finally confesses, my heart races. I thought it was too good to be true.

"I've never told anyone something like this. I really like you, y'know?" The nerves make it all the sweeter as her eyes drop to the side. I think she's building her nerves to say something else, but I grab her wrists, pull her arms around me, and we kiss for the first time.

[sawturn77]

 𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟-𝕘𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕦 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

chasing the pain,

1: he stayed the same.

MASTERLIST.

————

i never wanted to be cursed.

in this wasteland of a planet, there’s a barrier between curses, the cursed, and humans. humans who were born without curse live in luxury. they live with very few worries, none of them involving large and horrifying creatures. the creatures that people like myself have to deal with. curses were born from humans and the negative emotions that they harbor. i wonder, would they still be upset over the littlest things if they knew that they were creating monsters? the monsters that we have to risk our life killing? life isn’t fair, sure, but shouldn’t it be? putting us through losses and sorrow and near-death situations everyday and not trying to break the source to end our suffering? being cursed was very different from being ‘normal’, and after that day, i understood why.

i never wanted to be cursed, but i was born cursed.

if you think about it, everyone is cursed in their own way, right?

my mother was cursed, too. plagued with cursed energy that would destroy her body the older she became. “i’ll be fine.” she told me. laid in a large hospital bed, her skin attached to tubes and monitors. my heart ached to see her like that. her shaky hands came to hold mine. they were cold, i thought. the warmth in her voice and eyes was similar to the warmth in her hands. gone. she was so skinny, so frail. her bones were nearly peaking out of her flesh. the mere thought of it made my eyes sting. “please,” i begged, lowering my head. i didn’t know what i was begging for. there was nothing to hope for, not a miracle, not a dream. she would’ve always turned out this way. no matter what i did. she was born cursed. “a month.” she spoke. “a month until we have to depart, my sweet child.” how could i let go of her? how could i ever give up so easily on her? “anything, i’ll do anything for you to stay.” “don’t make this hard, we still have time.” her lips curved into a smile, but i wasn’t comforted by it at all. not anymore. my vision became clouded, tears threatening to fall. before my mother could speak, a soft tune filled my ears. my phone was ringing. i didn’t care. what mattered was being with her. “answer it, dear. don’t worry about me.” hesitant, i nodded, taking my phone and walking into the hallway.

“hello?” “is this l/n?” “yes. what do you need?” “i hate to interrupt, but there’s a second grade cursed spirit near the hospital you’re at. i’ve sent backup in case you need more time with-“ “its fine, yaga. i’ll deal with it.” “are you sure?” “yes. i’ll be at jujutsu tech this afternoon for my official transfer.” “alright then.”

i hung up, letting of a sigh. once i entered the room again, she was already fast asleep. i leaned down, placing my lips on her wrinkled forehead. “i’ll be back soon, i promise.”

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i hated the sound of distorted curses. the ones that could speak were better, in my opinion. instead of their being just one curse, there was multiple. they were near the hospital, i guess humans harbored negative emotions the most there. i stood on a light post, watching the cursed spirits squirm to find humans. pathetic, i thought. but at the same time, i felt bad. pulling out my sword and jumping down from the light post, i activated my technique. i felt disgusting, using the very thing that cursed me, robbed me of a normal life, and was now about to take my mother from me. a technique passed down from my mother and onto me. how lucky. my cursed technique, “poltergeist”, allowed me to become a ghost and do things similar to a ghost. becoming invisible, passing through wall, possessing people, etc. my family was full of pretenders. all of the sorcerers had techniques that pertained to illusion and mind tricks. i never hung around them much. one of the curses turned to where i had landed, but not the place that i was at the moment. the creature looked around, obviously confused. i drove my sword through its neck, dragging the blade throughout its body. purple blood was disturbing;i liked red blood a lot better. i watched as the corpse fell to the ground, quickly decaying. i moved on to my next target, and after half a minute, all the curses had been cleared out. all of them were much weaker than a second grade cursed spirit. maybe even weaker than a fourth grade. did yaga’s “back-up” already deal with it? i released my technique, watching as my body became visible again. a warm and chunky substance was on my face. wiping it off, i found my answer quicker than i was comfortable with.

a large cursed spirit appeared behind me. i hadn’t noticed it. before i could react, i was flung into a building, my back hitting the wall hard. blood spurts out if my mouth. i could tell by the force of that hit, that this was no regular second grade cursed spirit. first grade? i stand up, my body aching. reaching for my sword, i realized that i didn’t have it, and it was where i was before i got thrown. the curse approached me with a mighty attitude. it was similar to an oni, having a distorted face under his mask. i became invisible again, quickly maneuvering around the cursed spirit. i found my sword, taking a deep breath and readying my sword. making myself visible, i called out to the spirit.

“hey, big guy! over here!” i waved at him, the cocky smirk i had must’ve made him angry, poor fella. he charged at me, and i stood still, getting in a combat stance. my plan was to become invisible again, possess the spirit, and kill him while im in his body. but, it didn’t go as planned. i felt a large wave of cursed energy coming from my far right. it distracted me. was it three more cursed spirits as strong as the one in front of me? no, it was more like two people and a cursed spirit. before i knew it, the cursed spirit spawned a large saw out of nowhere. the saw came close, almost touching head. a large dragon came and swallowed it, nearly blowing me away. i stood shellshocked for a second before an hand came to my waist. on pure instinct, i held the tip of my sword to their throat.

“no way! it really is ghost girl!”

my hand started to shake at the voice. much to my dismay, it was the one and only gojo satoru. he was from a big-shot sorcerer family, but im sure you knew that. a totally spoiled and cocky bastard. i knew that, even though the last time i saw him was when we were six.

“it’s been awhile, ghost girl.” he smirked. i hated his cocky tone already. “i save you and this is the thanks i get? how mean.” the albino crossed his arms and pouted. i wasn’t stupid. gojo obviously didn’t have a curse manipulation technique, and that was one of the very few ways he could’ve gotten that curse to act on his command. “you didn’t save me.” i murmured bitterly, sheathing my katana. i watch his bright blue eyes trail my figure through his dark sunglasses. he lets out a chuckle. “you’ve gotten a lot bigger, y/n. and meaner.” he said the last part under his breath. “i remember when you were juuuust this big!” gojo pinched his fingers together in my face, inducing an annoyed groan from me. “shut up. it’s l/n to you.” “yikes, ghost girl. you know how many women would love to be in your place right now-“ a deep and raspy voice interrupted his sentence. “are you done flirting, satoru?” a tall man with dark hair and deep brown eyes said. how reserved, i though. why couldn’t gojo be more like his friend. “suguru! thanks for the help, buddy.” “you didn’t do anything..” “anyways!” gojo grabs my shoulders from behind and pushes me in front of his friend. “suguru, meet y/n l/n! the girl from the l/n clan that goes to kyoto jujutsu tech.” i soften my expression, waving politely. “it’s nice to meet you, l/n. im suguru geto.” he smiles, shaking my hand. the most composed jujutsu sorcerer i’ve ever met award had to go to him. everyone else was a jinga tower. the white haired man drapes his arms over my shoulders, leaning on me. my eyebrows furrow.

“h-hey! get off of me!” “carry me!!” “what the hell? no!” “wait, l/n, if you’re from kyoto, why are you here in shinagawa?” geto queried. “i..” i pause. “i was visiting someone-“ “y/n’s gonna transfer to tokyo! yippee!” he lifted me up like a kid, spinning me around like a maniac. “really. that’s nice. now, i wont have satoru bothering me all the time.” “what! you can have him, i dont want him!”

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a new series🔥🔥 even though i js started the megumi one a few days ago. i, rlly excited abt this one. idk what i was on but i cooked with the first few paragraphs🔥also this is not proofread.

TAGLIST: (OPEN)

[lennadanvers]

Dustin's Mom kinda adopted Eddie

You know when Eddie is hiding in S4 E2, and Dustin, Robin, Max and Steve go looking for him? I was just watching that. And when Eddie has Steve cornered, they all swear on Dustin's Mom that they want to help.

And Eddie lets Steve go.

When they swear on Dustin's Mom.

All I can think about is that sweet lady, who just worries about Dustin, welcoming his new friend from school. She doesn't see him as dangerous, or a freak, he's just Dustin's new friend who's given him a place at his table at lunch. He makes his son happy. That's all she sees.

When he meets her, Eddie is wary. He always is around parents. But Dustin's Mom just offers him food and worries that he's eating enough, and that he's safe, and is his jacket warm enough? Does he need anything?

Eddie has a soft spot for the lady. Her home is like a little shelter he can escape to. She is like a maternal figure for him, even if he doesn't like to think about her like that -he has feelings about maternal figures. But still. It's like she doesn't see what everyone else in that goddamned town sees. She sees just a boy, like the other boys his son hangs out with. One that gave Dustin a place in highschool. One that he admires. And Eddie is so charming, I bet he bows when he sees her, calls her Queen Henderson or something. She finds it endearing.

So when they all swear on Dustin's Mom, he trusts them.

Dustin swears on his mom, and Eddie remembers her offering them little sandwiches on a yellow plate. Robin and Max swear on Dustin's Mom, and he remembers the first time he crossed the door and she smiled at him, all warm and worried -no one worries about him like that (Wayne loves Eddie, but he doesn't go around asking that many questions, his love is more quiet and calm; she, on the other hand, makes a fuss about him being too skinny or cold. It's kinda nice). If Robin and Max are Dustin's friends, they know her. They know how she is.

If they swear on her, he believes them.

Terrified, traumatized little Eddie puts his safety at risk because of Dustin's Mom. He knows they are telling the truth.

Because the only way Eddie himself would swear on Dustin's Mom is if he was telling the truth.

Idk, just thought it was cute. Even if later on she suspects Eddie, it'd only be more heartbreaking. I'm rewatching, maybe later there is another silly little line that makes this theory crumble. For now, I'll be happy believing this. Thank you for attending my ted talk. You're welcome.

[judging-films-of-all-kinds]

Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen

I haven’t seen this one a long time, but I remember it better than the first one

Optimus is back in the intro 

“Our worlds have met before.” Not haunting at all

That title was quick and smooth!

“Suck my popsicle!” Hahah nice

“His here. I smell him.” I wonder how that works

OH THAT IS A BIG ONE Lol the twins really are brothers

“Man I’m good.” Yes you are Irionhide

OPTIMUS PRIME HERE WITH THE SICK LANDING

“Pull over!” …. Lol Optimus thank you for keeping your sense of humor

“You’ll learn that in college too.” Sir what else did you learn? 

Wow… They really made her sit like that to paint the bike. Taking points from that

Love how they show the symbols being planted into Sam’s brain. That is really cool

Oh great, the blender is alive. Just what we need! Wait… did they just-? They did! Omg the adult jokes in this movie XD

And they just fixed the yard too! Poor Bee just wanting to help

“I want a pool and hot tube! I’m going to skinny dip and you can’t say shit!” Starting to think someone was a bit wild back in her day lol

“You are an autobot! You shouldn't be living in my dad’s garage. You are suffocating.”  Awww Sam

….. Huh okay not expectating Sam to touch Bee’s chin to make him look at him

Sam you aren’t normal and never will be

No idea if Bee is being dramatic or he really is crying. Either way I’m glad it was added to the movie

“I love you, Bee.” and he loves you too Bee

Wow Sam you can tell Bumblebee you love him but not your girlfriend? 

Wheelie :3 

DUDE!! Soundwave’s design is so cool! A one of a kind big time

As a sibling I have heard and said “It’s meant to hurt!” after causing harm to sibling

It’s actually nice that they added the coffins being taken off the plane to show that death is still a huge threat in this movie

As Optimus transforms the music is not holy but more upbeat like a hero kind of deal. Very fitting 

“God made us in his image. Who made him?” Good and fair question. Humans always think they are so amazing till we meet something greater then ourselves

“Don’t tempt me.” Yeah I got mad for you buddy. Don’t disrespect the people that fight for you

I love Optimus looking down at him and saying, “Easy.” He knows he was getting angry. Optimus knows his comrades, even his human ones

“What if we leave, then you are wrong.” THE SOUNDTRACK! That fits so well with his low key warning

“That’s a good question” Awww he's such a cutie!

Sam meeting his new human bestie :D 

DID THE PAPPER THIN CON CUT THROUGH THAT GUY?!

“What size shoe you have?” Haha Sam the Sass Queen is back lol

I love how Optimus main goal is to keep earth safe. He doesn’t want to watch it be ruined like his own home was. Sam just wants to be normal. He doesn’t want this. While they are talking, soft music is playing. Showing the burden both carry and what awaits them. 

MEGATRON LIVES AGAIN Okay this is really cool. We see Megatron put Starscream in his place. Then we see him showing respect to The Fallen. Going as far as calling him master. The Fallen even calls him “my disciple”

I wonder how The Fallen knew that Sam has the knowledge now

Man the CGI in this movie is so good

Poor Sam. He has all that knowledge in his head and his mind can’t handle it

“You're such a little girl!” “I’m not talking to you for ten seconds.” Yeah I wouldn’t either. Good on you Sam. 

What I love about Megatron is that his voice is creepy and yet gentle

Sorry I had to skip the worm part. That was just gross. That lost points for me lol

GET HIM OPTIMUS

The slow down for the bullet is so good

The chanting as the cons chase Optimus and Sam is so good

Why did Sam jump over the log like that? 

“I’ll take you all on!” and cue the uplifting music

That head rip is sooo good

“Sam! Where are you?!” You can hear the fear in his voice. All he knows is Sam has already been taken or worse

“Sam, run. Run..” Even in his last moments Optimus is worried about Sam

Man… I can’t even imagine the guilt Sam must be feeling at that moment…

Sam watching the news with such pain on his face…. He just wanted to be normal

I love the twins so much lol

DON”T DROP OPTIMUS PRIME LIKE THAT

I hate that guy

Yes please give Sam a hug. Sam this isn’t your fault. This will never be your fault

“Don’t tell my mother.” Said every child in history

Ha! Wheelie is the best again. Wait, is that even his name? 

I love how no one bothered to check if the old fart was a con or a bot lol

I love the sound Jetfire makes as he wakes up. His such as old fart, I love him

HA! Leo pushing Wheelie away while they are hiding 

Grumpy old man on the run! “It’s a choice. It’s an intensely personal decision. So much negativity. Who wants to live a life full of hate.” Old man spiting knowledge 

“His faithful, Sam.” Girl I love you but what happened wasn’t Sam’s fault

Wheelie stop humping her you horn dog

“I have my own issues! It started with my mother!” Me too buddy

“Do you know what he transformed into?!” “No!”

“Nothing!”

Haha I love this movie so much

Haha everyone is going flying. Well done Jetfire

MORE LORE

“Only a Prime can defeat The Fallen.”

“Optimus Prime?”

“So, you’ve met a Prime?”

I’m not crying! I have sand in my eyes! 

Man Jetfire’s excitement about hearing a Prime was on Earth is so sweet. He sounds really young with how excited he is. 

Grandpa pointing out the obvious 

“Scared? Scared of your ugly face!” “I’m ugly? Well, we’re twins, you stupid genius!” Perfect sibling insults

Bumblebee is “I don’t care who started it! I’m finishing it!” Big brother at work lol

Oh god the siblings fighting was useful for once

Ohhh that soft haunting sound… Music is stunning as always

It gets louder once the matrix is seen

Sam not giving up is so.. Man… Once he believes in something, he will not back down from it

BAD BOYS ARE HERE Go Jetfire! He still got it! “I’m too old for this crap.” Me everyday 

The balls that started it all

Oh no! Sam! The soft music, the faded voices, everything slowed down… Then you hear his parents' cries. All they know is that their son is hurt. They don’t know he's gone. 

Then there is Bumblebee. They let us see his pain. They let us hear it too. 

The Primes coming to Sam is awesome. They let him know why he is there. Answering his question. Low key telling him his prime. “The Leadership of the Matrix isn’t found. It is earned.”

Aw he finally tells her that he loves her

Of course he came back for you Optimus! You died saving him!.... They died saving each other… 

Jetfire’s joy at seeing Optimus makes me smile again 

Damn The Fallen is powerful

Oh Jetfire… No! Your death will not go in vain!

Optimus can fly now. This is going to be fun~ “Die like your brother!” “They are your brothers too!”

Totally not giving me headcanon ideas

The soundtrack once again being soooo good! Megatron calling out for Starscarem after losing half of his face is interesting

“Give me your face!” and “I rise. You fall.” Are cold af lines and I love them so much

The fight is a bit short but I don’t mind. It’s gore fixes it for me

“Cowards do survive.” That is true. Sometimes in order to win, you must survive first

Yes! Thank you for letting the parents hug Sam. They watched him die and come back! Like man! They need therapy after that

Optimus and Sam standing next to each other is so cute! Dad and son vibes lol

Yay! Sam gets to go to college!

I will rank this movie as 9.5/10

[kirbudo]

Knowledge is cursed

Would it be bad to make Draco a love interest? I don't know the ages- someone tell me. Give me potential love interest.

Tagged— @peter-the-pan

A light shake was enough to wake the sleeping Weasley up, Percy lightly hit his shoulders as the weight numbed them. "You awake?" He asked gently as M/n stared at the floor before stretching a bit. "I'm awake. Sorry, Perce." He chuckles shaking his head and ruffling his hair. "No need, I know you need sleep." The two grabbed their luggage and made their way off the train. "Percy! M/n!" Ron shouted, Percy sighed bitterly at their youngest, M/n gave a soft smile as Ron ran up in his unmarked gown. "Chocolate? Or jelly beans?" He asked, holding out a half eaten frog and half full box of beans.

Percy scoffed.

Before he could belittle the youngest, M/n gratefully took the gift and ate them at a slow pace. "This is why you're so skinny." Percy scolded his eating habits, making the other lightly smile. "Ravenclaw? Aren't all Weasely's Gryffindor?" The girl spoke up and saw the red heads gathered. "Oh quiet." Ron snapped as Percy sighed and dragged M/n away. "Don't listen to her, M/n."

Despite being in Ravenclaw, M/n was left by himself. it was almost taboo for anyone to try and talk to him. He was supposed to be Gryffindor. Why was he in Ravenclaw? He ignored them all. Reading the book his father gave him with glee. It was sorting time. He put his book down and paid attention. He clapped along to each sorted wizard and witch, not wanting them to feel left out as he did. He remembers the silence.

"Mr. Weasley," Snape called out to the boy who looked up to the black dressed man. "Come." He stood and quickly followed. Whispers erupted. The two walked to the class where he taught and Snape slammed his book in front of him. "I found this in your little hideout." M/n stared at the advance potions book. "Sorry, Professor. I didn't think you would let me into your advanced classes." Silence. Oh God, he hated it.

"Incompetent. You think I'd let a student not attend because of houses?" M/n furrowed his brows before Snape snapped a look at him to keep quiet. "You're tolerable, Weasley. You aren't eager to prove yourself. You may attend my advanced classes. Now, go to your dorms immediately."

M/n stared in awe. "Professor... Thank you." He whispers and quickly runs out before curfew locks him out.

M/n sighs as he rereads the books once again, he was stuck on a potion that Snape thought he could do. It was beyond his skills and he only broke more and more cauldrons. Of course, Snape didn't mind. The teacher always seemed to favour the Ravenclaw, when asked about it he would simply glare and scoff before flicking his wand against his forehead.

The Weasley rubbed his sore forehead with a light frown before a small chuckle echoed in his space. "There you are!" "We've been looking for you!" The twins spoke as they put away the map. The two walked over to their brother and hugged each arm, peeking at his book. "You've done nothing but study!" George huffed tugging a bit. "Even Ron has been more active than you are!" Fred tugged back before a small little game insured.

"Wait, are you crying?!" The two spoke before M/n got up, leaving quickly. He quickly ignored the worried or judgemental looks before seeing the twins run after their brother. "M/n!? Fred! George!" Ron shouted seeing the three run before groaning. "What's wrong Ron?" Harry asked seeing the familiar pair and the Ravenclaw brother. "They made him cry again, everyone knows not to. He's fragile hearted and cries easily like some baby. He's supposed to be my older brother."

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other. "Ron, I don't think that's a good thing to say." Harry spoke up already telling that M/n was somewhat a black sheep or maybe he was bullied too much to where it wasn't playful anymore. "That's right! He's your older brother but he's also one of many in all advanced classes. For a Weasely that's quite an accomplishment." Hermione spoke pointedly. She turned away to walk off. "I can see why the teachers favour him more. You all are just mean and insensitive."

Ron stared confused then looked at hary who nodded. "You're all mental."

"M/n!" The two called out, despite having the map, they didn't want to use it. M/n wiped his tears away, he knew that he was picked on because of his hobbies, but why? That was something he couldn't understand. "Oh boy," a voice called out seeing the tearful look. "Did your brothers pick on you again?" Hagrid asked, handing him a handkerchief. "Yes." He spoke quietly before Hagrid huffed. "Well, come on then. Let's go drink some tea." M/n stood up and grabbed a piece of his shirt as they headed to the hut. He continued to cry, trying to wipe his tears away as they walked.

"Now, what warrants you to cry?"

Hagrid watched as the Weasley face changed into so much emotions before bursting out in quiet sobs.

"Why does... Being in Ravenclaw... Bother my family... So much?"

M/n whimpers out, the giant man's face quickly forms into a deep frown before shaking his head with a sigh.

"Why does... My mother hate it? Hate me?"

He continued to spill out everything he held in. Hagrid gave him a tight yet gentle hug while whispering that it was going to be alright. "Let it all out, bottling it out isn't good for the mind."

The twins were found hiding under Hagrid window listening. Frowning before hurriedly going away as they couldn't stand the cries.

[katierosedreams2]

Im not a sissy…5

The school year has just flown by! It felt like just yesterday when I was dressed in my latex maid outfit, covered in cum, getting locked into my new ultra-micro chastity cage. I can hardly remember the crazy year we have had. So many parties! So many cocks! I can’t even clearly remember them all. And I’ve almost completely forgotten what it was like to not be a sissy slut. It feels more like it was a movie I had watched once rather than my own previous life.

If I really think back to when I was a child, I feel more like I was a girl dressed like a boy, rather than an actual boy. It’s weird how that works. Today I woke up excited, It was the end of the school year and Kailey and we had both finished our finals! Even though we partied and snuck into so many bars, we also studied a lot. That was one of the conditions of her parents for us to live in their apartment. We must get good grades. I always felt busy. Between getting ready for each day, studying, partying and cleaning the house, I had almost no free time anymore. 

Today I got up and walked to the bathroom to pee. I slept naked last night. The weather had been perfect to keep the windows open, but not too hot to need to run the AC. I saw my reflection in the mirror as I entered and saw my thin girly body with this small metal thing. Looking down, it was perfectly flat from my view. I looked so feminine. I also looked so skinny! Kailey has had me on a very very strict diet recently. I swear it’s been mostly water, booze, and cum! What has my life become? 

I started the shower and got in to shave and wash my long blond hair. It takes so long to shower, so so many products to make me pretty. But I guess it’s worth it. I do feel pretty! I got out and dyed off with our big, soft, fluffy towels. I then spent a long time drying my hair and then doing my makeup.  I knew I was going to put my hair up in a pony tail and I wanted a more natural look for my makeup. Lots of mascara and natural colored eye shadow, and not too dramatic either. I put my hair in a high ponytail and went to pick out my outfit. It’s going to be an exciting day, a nice day for a party to kick off summer. 

I picked out this super cute black vinyl bikini set and a matching skirt as a cover up and paired it with a pair of Pleaser 6 inch strap heels, also black in color, of course. I laid them out carefully on my perfectly made bed. I then put on one of my maid's uniforms. A short sleeveless dress maid of satin. I slipped into some black pumps and left my room to go start Kaileys coffee as I do every morning. 

She was already up and sitting on the couch watching tv and shopping on her phone. Her make-up and hair were already done to perfection but she was still in her pjs. Pink satin short shorts and a small white tank top. “Good morning girl! How are you doing today!” I called to her from the kitchen as I made us both a cup of coffee. “Hey sissy girl! Wow, you look so cute! Are you excited for today?” She replied as she turned to see me. 

“I’m very excited! Although I have no idea who you have invited!” I spoke as I worked, knowing my time to finish my chores and get ready was very short. “Oh don’t worry, I think you’ll really enjoy our guest!” As Kailey spoke I could hear her smile in her voice. 

I’ve come to learn exactly what she meant. This was going to be a sex party. And with all of this studying we have been doing the last few weeks, I haven’t even had time to even think about sucking a real cock, let alone have one actually rammed down my throat. I could feel the thought making my little clitty leak in its cage. I can’t believe I’m actually excited about this. Excited to suck and gage on a superior dick! To get fucked by men with big thick massive cocks! And get filled and covered in cum! I can’t believe I’ve just become so incredibly horny and desperate that being used to please a real man gives me enough pleasure alone to make me cum!

I’ve only came twice since Kailey locked me in my new chastity. Although the last time nothing really came out at all. I just leaked some clear fluid. I think between the tightness of my chastity cutting off almost all cerculation to my tiny testicals and the hormones I’ve been taking have ruined me for good. I truly just get wet now, and I cum just like the sissy girl I have been forced to become. 

I swayed my hips seductively as my heels clicked against the floor to hand Kailey her coffee. I don't really walk any other way these days. The thought of sucking cock still on my mind. “Thanks Rose! You’re a wonderful sissy girl! Oh and when you make my bed, can you please change the sheets first. I finally had time to use my favorite dildo last night and I can’t believe it but I ended up squirting all over my bed! I pasted out shortly afterward from the incredible orgasm, so I wasn’t able to do it myself!” 

“Lucky you! I still haven’t cum since that club we went to downtown and those four guys took us into that back room.” I said without thinking much about it as I walked away. We both know she’s cum almost every single day I’ve been in chastity. “Oh well I’m sorry to hear that sweetie. You just need more dick I guess!” I could tell she wasn’t actually sorry for me. I know she loves my horny misery. It really seems to turn her on when I’m desperate and denied. 

I’ve gotten so used to this, and have found myself truly giving in, all of my will power crushed, excepting my life as it is. I couldn’t help but agree with her. “I know right!” I spoke almost absent-minded as I walked off to her room to change her sheets. I stripped the dirty sheets off of her bed and I thought back as to how I got here. With Trent forcing me to become a sissy and now Kailey keeping me this way. I can’t even remember what it was like to wear boy's clothes or even leave the house without makeup. The thought frightened me. Leave the house without makeup! Oh god, I don’t think I could ever do that! 

These girly thoughts didn’t scare me. I actually felt comforted by them. As I worked, my mind wondered, and by the time I finished changing the sheets and had the old ones in the wash, my mind was on boys. How many guys were coming over today? How big would their cocks be? How much would they cum? My mind was fixated on them. I’ve come to learn that pleasing a real man's dick is the only way I can get any pleaser myself. 

“You’re thinking about sucking cock aren’t you?!” Kailey shouted from behind. I didn’t know she was there and I literally jumped from surprise! Also, how did she know?? “What?! No.” I hardly got out, not even convincing myself. 

“Ha! You are! I knew it!” Kailey was overjoyed with this fact. “How did you know?” I didn’t even try to fight it. It didn’t even seem worth it. “You start moving extra seductively and you have this cute little smile and this sparkle in your eyes.” She said with this big pretty smile on her face. “It’s super cute! I love seeing just how much you have grown!” 

I could only blush. I felt complimented and proud by what she was saying. I knew I should fight this, but too much of me wanted this. And my wet panties were just another sign of this fact. 

I worked quickly on my chores with the time the party was to start rapidly approaching. We were going to have the party on our very large patio. I worked my butt off making sure everything was perfect, clean, and that there were plenty of snacks and drinks. I was changing out of my maid uniform and into my outfit for the party as I heard a knock at the door, shortly followed by the clicking of Kailys heels to answer it. I could hear her greet the guests and welcome them in. The deep voices of a large group of men filled the halls and I couldn’t help but feel aroused. I have been so horny and I truly have been opening up to accept myself as the slut I have become.

I checked my outfit and hair in the mirror, quickly applied more lipgloss and then rushed out of my room to see our guests! As I turned the corner, I saw 5 guys all standing around Kailey. The shortest of them probably being 6 feet, but most well above that. Even in her heels Kailey was dwarfed by the strong, tall, masculine men. 

There was just enough time for the men to notice me when another knock on the door came. Since I was closest, I’d answer the door. “Hey guys! Thanks for coming! I’ll be right back, I’ll just go get the door!” I said, not even trying to hide my excitement and arousal. I walked as seductively as I could, hoping I was sexy enough to keep all of them staring at my very perky ass. 

I opened the door to a very large group of very tall strong men mixed in with them were some of our girl friends dressed just as sexy and slutty as Kailey and I. “Hey every one! Come in, let’s party!” A wave of cheers was yelled back as a response from the group. The mixture of the men's deep voices talking and the clicking of the girls high heels filled our house instantly. Most men weren’t wearing much, short board shorts an a tank top at most. I could tell none of them were wearing underwear and I couldn’t help but stare at every guy and just be amazed and aroused by how big each one’s dick was! They were completely massive! 

Kailey and I somehow got the large group of people to head outside on to our patio. The weather was warm, but not hot. Our very large hot tube was on a cool setting, so it would be refreshing. The music was good, and the booze was flowing. Before long, all of us girls were grinding and dancing with several guys each. 

I was grinding my ass against a guy's huge cock. He grabbed my hips, forcing me against him, guiding my movements as my vinyl skirt slipped smoothly over his shorts, making his dick throb with every movement. The guy in front of me held my head as he stuck his tongue down my throat, keeping me from escaping his kisses. My hands couldn’t push them away either, as they were both busy rubbing the cocks over top the shorts of the men on either sides of me. I was trapped by these real men, already being used as their plaything, and my little clitty trapped in its cage leaked more than it had in some time. If erections were even possible for me, which they aren’t, I’d be as hard as a rock. 

I was in heaven. I lost track of everything else going on around me other than these four horny men making me feel so small and girly. I haven’t done a single thing to a girl that anyone of these real men are doing to me. I never will. I am a failure as a man. I am a weak sissy girl. A slutty sissy faggot, and the thought couldn’t have turned me on more. I let out a loud moan as I made out with the giant of a man. And as my ass rubbed against the cock desperately trying to turn it on so much that he finally disregards my consent and fuck me so hard. I can’t stand it, my hands frantically finding the waistbands of the shorts of both the guys on my sides. My pretty manicured finger tips gently and seductively pulling down their shorts and wrapping around their huge dicks. They gently rubbed up and down the large hard shafts. The guy behind me saw this and finally got the message. 

“Get this horny little slut over there!” I heard him yell out to the other men. He then grabbed me by my hips and picked me up. The two on my side both grabbed my hands and the guy I was kissing grabbed the hair on the back of my head. They carried me like a little sex doll over to one of the small tables we had. They pinned me down on my stomach. My high heels hardly on the ground, leaving my ass sticking out in the air. As they pinned me down, the guy in front of me threw his shorts down and just as my head hung off the other side of the small table, his massive cock approached my mouth. I eagerly opened my mouth to accept one of the most perfect dicks I'd ever seen. Excited I was going to be used for his pleaser and the pleaser of all the other men. I immediately gagged by it’s huge size as he wasted no time shoving it all the way down my whole throat in one forceful motion. He wasn’t going to wait for me to warm up and I felt his balls slap against my chin from the force and depth of his first thrust. Setting the tone as to how this was going to go.

The two men on my side also wasted no time in redirecting my hands to both of their cocks, forcing me to jerk both of them off. The man behind me also didn’t wait for any consent and pulled up my skirt, pulling my biking bottoms to the side and stuck his raw cock in my tight little asshole as he pinned me down by the small of my back. I had snuck some lube up there right before the party. I had learned from way too many past experiences to come prepared to make men cum. He was so thick though, it felt like I might split in half. And I did my best to try and relax and ignore the pain, but that happening at the same time as the guy shoving his cock down my throat, it was hard to do. He didn’t care though and followed the exact same aggressive approach as the guy in front of me. Forcing it deep inside of me.

All I could do was moan and gag from the pain. I could hardly stand it! I was totally helpless, I was too weak, girly, and pathetic to stop these real men from using me like a slutty sex doll. As much as it hurt, the reality of the gang rape I was being forced to be subjected to was such a turn on. I was leaking so much in my tiny micro chastity, desperate to be used by these men and hoping I could cum as a result of being their cock slave. Maybe their cum can fill my tight little ass as it overfills my mouth and rains all over me. Maybe then I could finally cum.

I was struggling to breathe from the huge thick cock fucking my face, filling up half of my whole throat. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I desperately gasped for air when I could. He didn’t care, he wanted to skull fuck me and he was going to. It was hard to focus on the two huge cocks I was jerk off, but every time I slowed down they had no problem grabbing my small little wrist and forcing me to move at the pace they wanted. Struggling to breathe helped keep my mind off the pain from the intense ass fucking I was getting. They didn’t want to be gentle and were putting me through the roughest fucking I have ever had.

I still tried my hardest to please and worship their big strong long thick dicks. This is all about their pleaser and I wanted them to feel so good. I wanted to make these real superior men cum, cum all over me and fill me up. I’m there cum slut and I’m desperate for it! 

Eventually, I was able to relax enough to get into their rhythm. I felt the guy behind me pounding my g spot over and over again, working me closer to an orgasm. But the taste and feel of the big cock fucking my mouth was what was getting me closest. I don’t know why, but since I’ve been locked in chastity, most of the orgasms I’ve had are just from sucking dick. I’ve even had one just from practicing my blowjobs on my dildo. 

Then I felt it, the cock in my right hand twitch and throb, the man grunted “don’t you dare stop slut!” As I felt him cum, it squirting over my arm, and then on to my back. As he moaned a masculine moan, the man on my left also started to cum and moan. I focused all I could on keeping my rhythm the same for both of them as my small pretty feminine hands stroked the cum out of these cocks. Jerking them off, rubbing up and down, something my micro cock hasn’t experienced in years and never will again. 

The guy behind me then picked up his pace, his breathing got heavier and his massive penis thrusting as deep as it could go. His balls slapping me with such force it stung.  Then he throbbed so intensely and I felt his cum fill my ass. He kept thrusting over and over and I felt his cum starting to run down my legs. 

As he continued to pound my ass, the perfect dick that had been distorting my throat finally started to throb. He finally pulled it all the way out of my throat but just enough to keep his head in my mouth and shot more cum into my mouth than I had ever experienced. I tried to swallow it but I couldn't swallow fast enough. It shot out of my nose and the sides of my mouth. Dribbling down my chin. He slowly pumped the head of his cock back and forth in my mouth, messaging his tip with my tongue.  

The guy behind me finally pulled out and shot more cum on my ass. The large flood of cum he pumped into me spilled down my legs from my gaping hole. I was so close to cumming, so desperate, but I wasn’t able to. In my hopeless desperation I wiggled my ass, begging to be fucked more. 

Finally, as the last cock left my body, freeing my mouth, I gasped for air. I have no idea how long that happened for, or what anyone else was doing during that whole time. I looked up at the tall sexy man whose incredible dick I was sucking. “Thank you so much daddy!” I said without even thinking. He looked down at my cum covered face and said “Thats right you little sissy slut, your lucky to worship my dick. Beg daddy to suck his cock more.” I blushed and smiled “May I please suck your cock more daddy?” Fluttering my long lashes.

“You have to earn it bitch. You have to go on a date with me.” His large authoritative voice 

so manly compared to mine. “What if I don’t want to?” I playfully flirted back, but secretly upset that he would immediately deny me. 

“That wasn’t a question, slut! It was a command sissy girl.” He said in his strong voice as he grabbed my cum coved hand and wrapped it around his still hard cock and forced me to gently stroke it. 

“What do you say faggot?” He’s demanding questioning tone frightened and aroused me. I jerked him off and said, “Please daddy, I want to worship your cock. May I please go out with you?!” I tried to sound as girly and sexy as I possibly could. 

“Tell me how desperate you are for it. Tell me what a slut you are and how desperate you are.” He looked so strong, tall, and sexy and his commands combined with rubbing his cock, the taste and smell of his cum still in my mouth turned me on more and more. I felt an orgasm building up.

"Please daddy! Please, I’m a pathetic little sissy slut. I’m desperate to worship your cock and get your cum! Please let me please your dick! I'll be your perfect little cock slave! I want your dick!..” I was so desperate I was almost crying now. As I rubbed his dick, and verbally degraded myself, it finally happened, I came. It was so obvious because I stopped mid sentence, all I could do was moan and buck my ass like I was getting fucked while it happened. Still jerking off his cock as though each strok was making me cum more. 

As soon as I finished, he grabbed me by my hair, forcing my face to look at him through my blurred vision. He said, “Now you may go on a date with me to worship my cock sissy. Now lick that cum off of you!” He then let go of my hair and walked away. I was left there all alone, covered in cum, and in a cloud of uforia. My heart and mind raced. I haven’t been on a date since I was with Trent! Oh my god, do I like this guy?! I didn’t want to think about that now.

Finally, after I regained my strength, I got up and started to do as I was told. I started licking my whole body clean of cum. This is when I noticed that everyone else also fucked each other and were all just about finished as well. Kailey snapped a photo of me as I licked my fingers clean. 

She then walked over to me, she too was covered in cum. “Hey slut! I heard you had fun, so much fun that you’re going on a date with Mason!” I just blushed “He told me you begged to worship his dick so badly it finally made you came just from that!! How pathetic! You really are a cock slave sissy girl!” She laughed in her cute little laugh. “Here post this super cute pic of you licking his cum! You look so sexy but there’s defiantly something missing, right about here.” She then grabbed my bikini top. “We need to get this little girl some boobs!”

-Katierosedreams Og Cap

[booblebopz]

The Spider and the Gourd

Chapter 1

"Star, when are you gonna cook for me?” Shana whined.

Star rolled her eyes at her short friend, who pouted at her like a child as she leaned on her kitchen island. “Never with you begging like that. Why does everybody keep asking me that?”

“I don't know. You always watching those foodie youtube channels. Plus Elderess Sanders always said you made delicious crab cakes.”

“ Yeah but that was Grandma. Just cause she liked them doesn't mean they're good.”

“Don't you work at Carl's? You're not cooking there?"

“No.I just wait on people. I'm only there cause Grandma asked."

“You should try making something for someone other than yourself. Maybe you'll be good at it.”

Star ignored her and decided to start washing dishes. Everybody she knew got this strange notion that she knew how to cook well. That the food she made was delicious.

It wasn't like she looked like she ate good; she was tall and had some meat on her;mostly on her thighs and behind. She looked like she burned more calories than having consumed them.

It was a weird thing people assumed about her and Grandma didn't help it. She thought her being a chef was the perfect career path.

Star was too scared to try. She was scared not of failure–but of finding emptiness, an illusion of sucess, of placement in this world. She often felt like her name: far far away, stuck in the sky, afraid of falling and never landing anywhere.

Despite her existential numbness, she felt she was doing OK for herself, keeping Grandmas' house and now working at Carl's. It was to honor Grandma who was trying to get her over there for years.

Shana picked up Grandmas' jewelry box. She always kept it in the kitchen. Don't you worry bout it, she always said when Star asked why. She only told her to wear something from it whenever she left the house.

Shana was given free access to the jewlrey box as well. She opened it and gently fingered the bracelets and rings. “I can't believe it's already been a month.” Her voice was soft. "How you holding up?"

Star sighed. “I wake myself up talking to her. Responding to something she's said, only I don't remember what it was. It's like she's still here but just in the next room or the corner of my eye.”

Shana nodded, tears in her eyes. They both sat in silence, and Star felt safe to let the quiet tears run down her face without being consoled or hushed with "It's OK," and "She's in a better place."

Shana always knew how to hold space for Star. Her capacity to understand her was what made them friends for so long.

When the sadness passed over the both of them, Star asked, “What are you doing this weekend?”

“I'm going upstate remember?”

“That's this weekend? I need you to do my hair.”

“Uh-uh, I been on your ass about getting that blonde weave out, now you gotta do it yourself. Looking like a busted Beyonce. Speaking of busted, I seen the weirdest shit the other day. This skinny woman was on the edge of the creek biting a tree.”

“What?”

“She was just taking a bite out of it like a sandwich. I never seen anyone a skinny as she was. Looked like Beloved.”

“Who?”

“Please, Star, I know Elderess Sanders let you watch some movies. Anyways keep your eye out for any weirdos."

"Allright." Star looked at the jewelry box. "Take this with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I don't know. I feel you should take it. Maybe good luck or something."

"You don't have to tell me twice!"

With her hair up in a honey colored bun (edges hidden under a silk pink scarf,) Star worked the counter at Carl's Old-Timey Diner. It was crowded as usual, people bustling in from work and out to party.

What was unusual was this song stuck in her head. It trickled into the diner from the cool evening and wormed it's way into her head. Something from a movie? An old Rihanna song?

“Nice tune.”

She looked up from collecting dishes to see a woman at the edge of the counter, caressing a teacup full of something red. Thin, with rich brown skin, her eyes were hidden under black bangs, the rest of her hair cascading down a loose maroon dress. Only lips painted black and high cheekbones were visible.

Disheveled is the word in Stars' head. Needing fixing. She honestly looked like she came out of a Tyler Perry horror--but something about her made Star want to see her eyes.

“Is the food good here? I'm starving.” Her voice rasped like a smokers.

“Yes ma'am it is. Best pecan pies you'll find around.”

“Give me three of them,” She said softly.

A command. It stirred something warm deep within Star. The mysterious song echoed there, and before she knew it she layed out three huge pecan pies.

The woman began to eat.

Star was ripped away by a group of teens ordering chicken and waffles but whenever she could she would glance at this woman quietly shovel fork after fork of pecan pie into her mouth.

Star took her break. She returned and saw the woman still seated, with the pie tins neatly piled in front of her.

She smiled at Star, and waved her over.

“Water,” she said. Immediately a hiccup jerked through her body causing her breasts, which Star never noticed before, to slightly bounce. It was cute.

Star brought a pint full of water for her. The woman smiled again, hiccuped, then began to slowly gulp down the water.

Star felt compelled to watch the water go down her throat, the loud gulps…tantalizing.

Whats wrong with me? Why am I feeling…

"Your name?" The woman interrupted her. She had been finished for a while and was smiling at her. Her voice was no longer raspy, but clear, mellow. A song.

“Star.”

The woman brushed her bangs aside. Large brown eyes gaze upon Star. Reading. Examining. Her lips, fuller now, curled into a smile. “What are you doing this weekend?”

[alittledoseofchaos]

Clone Colony pt 1

× Not mlb seasons 4-5 or special compliant. × Lore will be sprinkled throught the series, there will be a few things similar to other fics I'm working on (like Marinette and Adrien being trained by some heroes that I'm not gonna outright tell you just yet)

It had taken some time, but two years after Hawkmoth appeared, he was defeated. Adrien and Marinette had never gotten together, after so long pining they had moved on. Adrien was moving to somewhere in the US with his new guardians. Marinette's days now consisted of commissions, occasional patrols and making up for lost time with her friends. It was difficult to have spontaneous friend outings or last minute commissions with her hectic schedule, but she made it work.

Despite this, Marinette did have some free time. It was rare, short and occasionally used to catastrophize, but she did have some. That being said, using her free time over the past couple of months checking on and spending time with a girl a year younger than her was not the plan.

Slowly making more and more time for her was also not part of the plan, neither was starting to mentally call her 'lil sis'.

She had shiny black hair, and wide wonder-filled ocean-blue eyes. She was missing a tooth, but she smiled brightly and unashamedly. She always wore a blue hoodie that dwarfed her, as well as a red beanie. She was just a little too skinny, almost like she was barely having enough food every day. Her name was Ellie.

Ellie loved exploring and Marinette learned that she had moved around a lot. Marinette would patiently listen to Ellie ramble about the cultures, architecture, and people she'd seen. In turn Ellie listened to Marinette talk about fashion for hours on end. Hearing Ellie's stories inspired Marinette, and her rambles gave Ellie a new appreciation for different cultures' clothing.

That being said, finding her park buddy crying by their usual bench really worried Marinette...

Marinette carefully approached the shaking form of Ellie. She crouched in front of the crying girl.

"Ellie, it's me, Marinette." Her voice was quiet and soft, but Marinette saw Ellie stiffen. Marinette looked around the park, and noticed a few kids staring at them. "El, do you want to go somewhere private?"

Ellie peeked up at her. Her head bobbed up and down weakly. Marinette helped Ellie stand, and sent a reassuring smile at the worried kids. (And maybe a tiny glare at the ones laughing.) Marinette wrapped an arm around Ellie slowly, making sure she had plenty of time to pull away. Ellie tensed when she saw the arm; Marinette almost pulled away, until Ellie relaxed against Marinette.

"Do you want to go to Danny's Icecream Parlor, or my house?" Ellie flinched. She hugged Marinette tighter, and Marinette thanked the kwami that she spent so much time as Ladybug comforting people. (And so many akumas slowly having her lungs crushed)

"Your place please." Ellie whispered. They slowly made their way in through the back entrance of the bakery. Marinette led her to the living room. They sat in silence on the white couch for a minute. The sobbing lightened slowly.

"Did you want to talk about it or do you just want hugs?"

Ellie slowly shifted so she could see Marinette's face. After some time she began to talk again.

"I miss them."

"Miss who?" Marinette asked as she rubbed Ellie's shoulder.

"My brother and sister.....thei- our friends." She shut her eyes tightly. A few more tears leaked through her closed eyes. "-and, and I wish...."

Marinette sat patiently. Marinette calmly held Ellie as Ellie sorted through her thoughts. Ellie opened her eyes.

"I wish I had parents o-or a home to return to." The desperation in her voice and longing in her eyes broke Marinette. Ellie didn't stop, couldn't stop once she started. "I- I love traveling, but I hear these peoples' stories and so many of them include family and friends....I can't be near my siblings or friends because it's dangerous....and honestly? There are too many bad memories there."

Ellie took in a deep, shaky breath.

"And there are so many things I don't know or understand and I don't know who to go to. I don't know what to do." She cried in anguish and hugged Marinette harder.

🐞👻🐞👻🐞👻🐞👻🐞👻🐞👻🐞👻🐞👻🐞👻

Thats where Sabine found them several hours later, Marinette tightly hugging a girl she'd never seen before. They slept soundly other than the occasional strained sound or snore from their sleeping bodies. Sabine carefully shook Marinette awake.

"Băobăo¹ who is this?" Sabine asked her sleepy daughter. Weakly, Marinette rose her head and blinked the sleep from her eyes. She looked around the room wearily before understanding lit up her eyes.

"Ellie, the girl from the park...." Marinette's eyes became misty and panicked as she looked up at Sabine. "She- she's homeless maman². She's so scared- and she has nobody! I- I didn't realize, why didn't I realize?"

Sabine placed a hand on Marinette's shoulder.

"Băobăo, breathe. Sometimes these things aren't obvious." Sabine soothed as she kneeled in front of Marinette and the still sleeping Ellie.

"But I'm-" Marinette started before trailing off.

'I'm Ladybug. I'm supposed to help people.' She thought forlornly.

"Just because you're her friend, doesn't mean you'll know everything." Sabine gently reminded her. Marinette sighed and swallowed thickly.

"I know, but how do I help? Do you think the Happyfeets will take in Ellie after they already took in Adrien?" Marinette asked. Sabine sighed.

"Marinette, I don't think the 'Happyfeets', as you put it, can take in every stray person you emotionally adopt as your own." Sabine lifted an eyebrow at Marinette. Sabine saw her daughter deflate and her heart broke. "We'll do everything we can to help her."

".....Can't we take her in?" Marinette asked hopefully. She sent pleading eyes towards Sabine. Sabine gave Marinette a sympathetic look.

"We don't have enough room, and you know it....we can let her stay on the couch for now, but she needs her own space and stability."

Sabine thought she'd gotten through to her daughter until a familiar determined spark lit up her bluebell eyes.

"We could share my room!" She declared. Sabine was baffled.

"You'd have to give up some of your space and privacy."

"Helping Ellie is more important." Marinette insisted, though there was a slight hesitation. Sabine huffed in exasperation. She turned towards Tom as he came up the stairs. She waved for him to come over.

"Tom, talk some sense into our daughter." After catching Tom up to speed, he couldn't help but agree with Marinette.

"YES!" Marinette shouted, wincing when Ellie shifted. Tom chuckled.

"Tom, are you sure this is best?" Sabine asked sternly. Tom's chuckles turned more awkward.

"We're always telling her to help others!" He defended. Sabine shook her head. Her mouth ticked upwards despite her slight displeasure.

"IF Ellie wants to, we can try." Marinette fist pumped and smiled gratefully at her maman. Tom cheered and picked Sabine up to twirl her around. Tom went silent when it began to look like Ellie was going to wake up. Gently, Tom pried Marinette away from Ellie.

"Thanks, papá³." Marinette whispered. Everyone turned back to Ellie when she whimpered and curled into a tight ball. An idea struck Marinette and she dashed upstairs. Tom and Sabine exchanged looks. When she returned she held a Ladybug doll that she placed between Ellie's arms.

"We should all go to sleep." Sabine suggested, before she turned to Marinette, "which means you aren't working on any commissions or anything else."

Marinette huffed. She reluctantly headed to bed after giving Tom and Sabine hugs goodnight.

"She sure is a load of trouble." Tom said with a grin as he wrapped an arm around Sabine.

"A load of trouble I'm proud of," Sabine said as she turned to her husband, "but she'd be a lot less trouble if you stopped siding with her..."

"I'm not taking anyone's side!" Sabine shook her head fondly. Husband and wife headed to bed, each mulling over the day's events.

¹Băobăo: baby in Mandarin can be used for one's children or romantic partner

²Maman: French for mom/mother.

³Papá: Italian for father

^(based on multiple sites, if wrong please correct me, this is going to be the case for all translations)

I just think Marinette knows random words/phrases/habits/customs from all the cultures she's been exposed to and researches her heritage when she actively thinks about it or how little she knows (which is rare because she is so busy and chaotic).

[sethmcbeth]

MY CADAVER, A WIP SHORT STORY IM WRITING (cussing, adult scenarios btw)

My cadaver, WORK IN PROGRESS

-By: Seth.

I reflect upon my upbringing, all of the choices I made that just make me feel this overwhelming guilt. This overwhelming sense of “Avalon wouldn’t do this” or “what was I thinking “ not in a silly- self doubt way, but more in a way where I am afraid of how much control I have for myself. After-all, do I really know myself or am I just having a false sense of self. Was 7th grade me choosing to tell the whole class about how his mom plucks her nose hairs a reflection of my true personality, a reflection of how I would act if I had no shame? Or was it just a showing of immaturity and the embarrassment I feel from that memory is a sign of me maturing as I age?

“Avalon?”, a soft feminine voice spoke with concern as she placed a skinny hand on my broad shoulder. Grabbing the light grey jean jacket I was wearing. I regain consciousness in the passenger seat of her car. My legs decorated with basketball shorts and a dark green shirt was layered under my jacket. I shiver in the car, disoriented, or maybe it was because of the tall cup of vanilla ice cream I’m holding over my knee. I look up so see the bright street lights next to the shell parking lot we are parked at.

“Huh” My dumb, monotone voice shot back, looking straight at Harper’s eyes, you can tell from my numb stare alone that you could tell that I had no clue what was going on. My bottom lip hanging down with my jaw open, I blink a couple of times and then take a deep breath. There is a lingering anxious feeling in my round gut, a feeling of slight nausea and discomfort.

“Well?” Harper raised her voice, her tone was apparent that she was mildly upset or annoyed.

My eyes widen, a concerned expression shifts onto my face.

“Why are you raising your voice at me” I take a spoonful of my freezing ice cream and put it in my mouth.

“Are you going to answer my question?” Harper raises an eyebrow “or do you need me to repeat it?” She has a snotty, sarcastic overtone to her voice that I find displeasing,

“Look, man, I had no fucking clue that you asked a question in the first place” I scoff, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Who the fuck calls a lady like me “man”. You hang out with girls all of the time, do you call them that?!?” Harper shot back.

“Harper, it’s called being casual. And you, with your baggy lil peep shirt and compression shorts are not modest” I reply shrugging.“I’m sorry if I’m being mean. I was trying to joke around, please tell me what you were asking earlier though, I really do want to listen” I clarify, I did want to know what she had to say. And I felt bad because I was worried that I was being too mean.

“Whatever, I’m just going to ignore that” Harper paused, turning on the engine to her car. “I was just seeing if you were excited to spend the next two weeks at my place. I guess not for personal reassurance but to get away from your roommate you always bitch about”.

Avalon was right, I “bitch” about Finneas more than I’d like to admit.

“Yeah, I am” I chuckle, shoving more ice cream in my mouth.

“Well I’ll try to have a fun week. How about that” Harper rolls her eyes, I feel an overwhelming sense of not being able to do enough around her.

I don’t know if it’s a sign of me respecting her or if it was coming from me feeling like everything I do irritates her.

I roll down the window on my side to feel the cold midnight air, I place my cup of ice cream in the cupholder and drape my pale, hairy, relaxed arm outside the window as Harper puts the car in reverse and drives out of the shell parking lot.

“So, what do you like to listen to?” She scoffs, taking a hit from her vape. I give her an awful look, arching my eyes over my left shoulder.

“That’s the hardest question you could ask someone. Play anything, I don’t really give a fuck” I shrug but in reality, if she plays something I mildly dislike I will be very vocal about it. I’m not sitting through a 4 hour drive listening to country music.

Harper plugs in a radio modifier and connects Bluetooth from her phone to her car. She starts playing an artist that I’d safe to assume is arctic monkeys.

“Is this Arctic monkeys” I ask to get aggressively cut off.

“NO” Harper gives me a breathy laugh “it’s Tame Impala. Are you actually that stupid”

“I guess I am” I shrug it off “I don’t usually listen to this genre of music so I’m not big on it” I inform Harper.

“Well then what do you listen to” she questions, her voice has a playful ring to it as she spoke.

“I don’t really listen to music” I answer.

“How much of a boring person do you have to be to not listen to music often” she yells jokingly.

I lay back in my seat, my fingers interlock over my bellybutton as I exhale the thick air created by the car accelerating. The mood of the social situation becoming awkward and silent.

“If you had a celebrity crush, who would it be” Harper asked, trying to spark up a conversation.

“Uhh, I’d have to go with Megan fox” I didn’t have to think hard to answer that question “But I think she has to have horrible standards if she’s with Machine Gun Kelly . But she’s really hot so, that doesn’t matter.” I finish my thought.

“Wow. Well if you’re not going to say me I’m not going to say you” Harper jeers at me, I assume she was teasing me but it left me confused.

“Harper, you’re not a celebrity. I’m not a celebrity, so why would we say each other’s names if we were asked for our celebrity crushes”

I feel rubbed the wrong way by how easy it is for her to take things too seriously. I mean, we’ve only been dating for 4 days.

“Well do you want to hear mine”

“Uh sure” I try to act casual but in reality I am very curious as to what hers is. Mine is pretty basic. But I’m a pretty predictable guy in my opinion.

“My celebrity crush is Tsutomu Miyazaki” Harper said, focusing on the road.

“Huh!” I exclaimed “I’ve never heard of him before”

“I wouldn’t look it up.” Harper hesitated “Well it depends” Harper paused again before asking “Avalon, are you a freak”.

I look it up on my phone, the first thing my eyes read is serial killer before I yell out “Well not a freak for fucking serial killers Harper!”.

“Well luckily I’m just giving you shit!” Harper hesitated as she spoke.

Everything that was once a heated argument became bleak and silent as my face went red due to embarrassment.

“Well then what is your celebrity crush then” I interrogated, sipping at the melted ice cream at the top of my cup. Harper huffed, staring into the highway, only a wide triangle of visibility caused by the headlights of her car.

All I could think about is how I am in the middle of nowhere, next to this girl that I’ve known for 6 months. Yes, people can have trust towards others after that amount of time, but in the past I’ve never trusted someone after 6 months. Hell, I didn’t let my first girlfriend take my virginity till I was 21 years old. Some people would say that is “loser” behavior and to that I agree. However, I could’ve lost my virginity at the ripe age of 15 if I wanted to. I just find that kind of commitment disturbing, the thought that this person that I now trust could fuck me over at any given minute. This person, that I let have the responsibility of that grave memory in my head, now has to live with that and not destroy my life. I’m being dramatic, Harper isn’t going to destroy my life. She just thinks she’s “quirky” and “edgy” for having a crush on a glorified asshole. A fucking arrogant, vile, and selfish excuse for a human being. Maybe, she just never thought that way.

“Well thanks for letting to get to know you better I guess” I try to make her feel assured. Make her feel as though she’s safe with me. Because for sure I don’t feel safe with her.

“Wow” she scoffs, “Nice sarcasm” her voice has a tired, forced monotone feel to it as she spoke. I interpreted that as her poking fun at my failed attempt at making her feel better.

I start to scroll on my phone. I felt as though my Snapchat DMs would be the best distraction from the awkward drive. We had 2 hours left of the drive, I look at the time on my phone displayed as “2:30 AM”.

I closed my eyes, tossing in my seat to find the perfect spot for my head without breaking my neck. I feel a jolt of irritation as Harper turned up the stereo of her car.

“I need company please “ Harper put more emphasis on the please part as she spoke.

“I swear to god Harper if you don’t turn that down I will tuck and roll” I snapped back, grumbling and covering my face with my arms.

Harper turned down the music and I awaited for the best nap of my life.

Pt. 2 “Home”

I woke up slightly to her car pulling up to her duplex. I became confused, didn’t she say she had an apartment? Well, does it even matter? It looks nice, each half of the duplex roughly the size of a standard one story house.

“I’m excited to spend my vacation here in Chicago. I think we’ll have fun here Harper” I look up at her with slit, watering eyes. Pierced by her bright headlights reflecting on the white garage.

“I think we’ll have fun together “ Harper replied, giving me a sharp smile as we both exited the vehicle at the same time.

I remember very little of the rest of the morning except the sensory relief of laying down on her king sized, spring, mattress. I stole her whole blanket and wrapped around it like I was 5 again. I have no clue how she reacted because I passed out shortly afterwards.

I finally regain full consciousness at around 11:26 AM. I sprawled across her bed like a starfish dying on the hot pavement. I checked my phone to see a text message that read “Hey Lonnie, my uncle/ landlord Josh is in my side of the duplex from 11:00- 2:30. Please make sure he doesn’t find out you’re here. I’m assuming he’ll stay in the backyard though because he’s talking about my sprinklers. I put some mini bites on my dresser beside your head for the inconvenience”. The text message was from Harper. I look over to my right and as the text message said, there’s a bag of mini bites.

I’ve never had mini bites before, I sat up on the bed. Eager to try an artificial muffin, however Harper’s bed frame shook as I squirmed to get up. Footsteps that sounded like big stomps started to become louder. I’m petrified, my heart turning my chest into a human vibrator. “I just want my food man” I think to myself as I clench the bag of muffins to my chest.

The footsteps stop so in my completely rational head, I was in the clear. The stiff bag crinkled as I reach my scrawny fingertips inside. I look intensely in the bag, treating the inside like a claw machine game and my breakfast to be the prize. Right as my thumb and index finger meets a muffin, the door to Harper’s bedroom creaks open.

“Huh” A middle aged man huffed, making intense eye contact with me. I a 26 year old man, wrapped in Harper’s blanket. Staring intensely at the man I assume to be Josh, mid bite of a muffin.

“Sup” I reply whilst chewing.

“Why did my niece drag along a big man like you here” Josh says with an attitude, leaning himself against the doorframe. He’s rocking the black comb-over hair and a car-hart hoodie. He seems to have lived his best days, a prominent beer belly sticking out and a la croix suggests that.

“I’m not that big” I hesitate, trying to leave a good impression on him as to him not becoming defensive towards Harper.

“You know what I mean smart guy. You people from Chicago are always baby daddies. I don’t want my niece to be hit up by you and then I have to take care of it.” Josh continues ranting but all I can think about is how this is probably how most people think about me. I am dumbfounded to be reminded that most people think of me is a party going city boy with an epic penis.

“I’m not from Chicago I’m from Greenville if that makes you feel better. I just got here, Ive known Harper for about 6 months and she’s talked a lot about you. You’re Josh right?” I tried to dig myself out of the hole I formed by trying to eat my breakfast.

“Oh, Greenville! I known some guys from Greenville. Humble people for sure” Josh lends out a hand for me to shake and I shake his hand. “Yeah it’s Josh” Josh confirmed.

“My names Avalon but I guess people call me Lonnie now!” I smile, grateful that I can finally eat my breakfast.

“Man is the only thing I care about food, maybe Josh had a point” I visualized myself in the mirror without a shirt on. My ribs poking through my skin and the scars under my pecks. What was I thinking about, I am the definition of small. Him calling me “big guy” should’ve been affirming, why am I taking such offense to this?

I continue wondering whilst listening to Josh’s lecture about his experiences in Greenville. I found his stories way more engaging and interesting than life back at home. But what do I know, all I do back at home is work at the DMV and sleep.

“Well It’s a nice time meeting you. What was it again? Rhonnie?” Josh stammered, obviously not having a good memory.

“It’s Lonnie” I corrected.

“Oh-oh I’m so sorry, call me uncle Josh for now. I have to go back to the backyard”. Josh had a southern esque drawl to his voice.

“It’s ok!” I affirm as he walks away from the door frame.

“Well at least that obstacle is resolved” I think to myself as I continue eating my mediocre muffins. For such an interesting person Harper is, I tend to enjoy Josh’s rural company. He seems like a sweet guy who is protective of his niece.

“Hey your uncle likes me” I text Harper to no reply. “Im excited for you to come back, I miss you love” I double text. I wonder why Harper left me alone in her house without giving me any heads up the day prior. Maybe she didn’t give any thought to it on the drive.

55 minutes of no reply and complete silence passes me by. I wave of anxiety punched me in my stomach, I dialed her phone number and held it to my ear. “Please pick up” is all that goes through my head.

“Avalon, Avalon” Harper’s voice picks up, her out of breath. “I went clubbing without you because I was bored. I’m so sorry please forgive me. I thought I’d be back by 7:00 but this guy slashed my tires and is following me. It’s the same guy, I think there’s like three other guys too, I need you Lonnie.”

“Hold the fuck up” I cut Harper off, “Where are you, I don’t care that you did that right now I want to make sure you’re ok”

“Well that’s good, I’m just at my sister’s house starting her car. I lied as a test, I just like to hear you being defensive of me, It’s really attractive .” Harper teased but I wasn’t buying it.

“Oh well” I paused briefly “I’m glad you’re

Ok” I gave her what she wanted to hear but in reality, I was really upset. In my past relationships this has never happened, well I guess this is my first relationship with a girl. “Maybe girls are like this” I questioned myself “What the actual fuck am I thinking. I’m exactly what women fear now huh. I bet little 12 year old Nevaeh would look at Avalon and be in disgust to see what I become.” I rant in my head, questioning what’s real and what’s not about me.

“Maybe I’m the one lying to Harper and this is what I deserve. I’m not a homosexual, I’m a catfish. A major catfish, after 6 months she doesn’t know the biggest part of me. The reason why I don’t have contact with my family. The reason why I cling to her like she’s the last person I have left. Because she is, and I’m scared if she knew how much of a fraud she was dating, she’d leave me like everyone else. The only way to show her I’m not a fraud is to tell her as soon as possible” I came to the conclusion I had to come out to her today, after 5 days of being together. I get up and sit on the couch of her living room, putting on a sitcom on her mounted television to pass the suspenseful time easier.

Harper opens the front door and walks right into the living room. “Hey, I’m sorry about all of that. Chris’s jeep broke down” Harper chuckled “That’s a first” she replied to her previous statement.

“You know how you were vulnerable earlier today” I hesitated “well I need to tell you something important. I should’ve told you this before we started dating but I was scared that I’d lose you like everyone else Harper. “

“It’s ok if you’re into feet Lonnie” Harper joked.

“No it’s a little more personal Harper” I give a serious expression to Harper. “Harper, I unconditionally love you, I hope I will have it in return. Throughout my whole life I never had unconditional love. Well I thought I had it before everyone found out.” I look at the carpet and thought of what to say next as Harper sat down and put her manicured hand on my shoulder. I was slightly distracted by her gigantic keychain collection she was holding in her right hand.

“Harper, I was born a woman” I look into Harper’s false lashes intensely as I spoke. Her makeup done flawlessly, better than my attempts. Her hair put up into a messy bun and her sparkly tank top drooping as she relaxed her posture to reassure me.

“Lonnie!?! It’s ok!” She had a concerned tone to her voice as I showed her my scarred chest. She clicked her pink nails a couple of times before gesturing me to give her a big hug.

“Well do you have a vagina or what?” Her question made me heavily uncomfortable. My emotions spiraling due to the comfort of her arms and the absurdity of her comments.

“I do” My reply was quiet and took too long.

“Well I guess we’re twinning, it’s ok bae I can be Bi- curious sometimes” Harper teased.

“Does she think I’m a girl, because obviously I don’t look the part” My mind started spiraling.

“I need to use the restroom” I demanded as I gently nudged her arms off of me.

Pt 3 Cadaver.

TW:

Self mutilation

Rape

Gore

Immense grief

Sexuality

TW

-Cussing

-mild discussion of genitalia

My cadaver, WORK IN PROGRESS

-By: Seth.

I reflect upon my upbringing, all of the choices I made that just make me feel this overwhelming guilt. This overwhelming sense of “Avalon wouldn’t do this” or “what was I thinking “ not in a silly- self doubt way, but more in a way where I am afraid of how much control I have for myself. After-all, do I really know myself or am I just having a false sense of self. Was 7th grade me choosing to tell the whole class about how his mom plucks her nose hairs a reflection of my true personality, a reflection of how I would act if I had no shame? Or was it just a showing of immaturity and the embarrassment I feel from that memory is a sign of me maturing as I age?

“Avalon?”, a soft feminine voice spoke with concern as she placed a skinny hand on my broad shoulder. Grabbing the light grey jean jacket I was wearing. I regain consciousness in the passenger seat of her car. My legs decorated with basketball shorts and a dark green shirt was layered under my jacket. I shiver in the car, disoriented, or maybe it was because of the tall cup of vanilla ice cream I’m holding over my knee. I look up so see the bright street lights next to the shell parking lot we are parked at.

“Huh” My dumb, monotone voice shot back, looking straight at Harper’s eyes, you can tell from my numb stare alone that you could tell that I had no clue what was going on. My bottom lip hanging down with my jaw open, I blink a couple of times and then take a deep breath. There is a lingering anxious feeling in my round gut, a feeling of slight nausea and discomfort.

“Well?” Harper raised her voice, her tone was apparent that she was mildly upset or annoyed.

My eyes widen, a concerned expression shifts onto my face.

“Why are you raising your voice at me” I take a spoonful of my freezing ice cream and put it in my mouth.

“Are you going to answer my question?” Harper raises an eyebrow “or do you need me to repeat it?” She has a snotty, sarcastic overtone to her voice that I find displeasing,

“Look, man, I had no fucking clue that you asked a question in the first place” I scoff, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Who the fuck calls a lady like me “man”. You hang out with girls all of the time, do you call them that?!?” Harper shot back.

“Harper, it’s called being casual. And you, with your baggy lil peep shirt and compression shorts are not modest” I reply shrugging.“I’m sorry if I’m being mean. I was trying to joke around, please tell me what you were asking earlier though, I really do want to listen” I clarify, I did want to know what she had to say. And I felt bad because I was worried that I was being too mean.

“Whatever, I’m just going to ignore that” Harper paused, turning on the engine to her car. “I was just seeing if you were excited to spend the next two weeks at my place. I guess not for personal reassurance but to get away from your roommate you always bitch about”.

Avalon was right, I “bitch” about Finneas more than I’d like to admit.

“Yeah, I am” I chuckle, shoving more ice cream in my mouth.

“Well I’ll try to have a fun week. How about that” Harper rolls her eyes, I feel an overwhelming sense of not being able to do enough around her.

I don’t know if it’s a sign of me respecting her or if it was coming from me feeling like everything I do irritates her.

I roll down the window on my side to feel the cold midnight air, I place my cup of ice cream in the cupholder and drape my pale, hairy, relaxed arm outside the window as Harper puts the car in reverse and drives out of the shell parking lot.

“So, what do you like to listen to?” She scoffs, taking a hit from her vape. I give her an awful look, arching my eyes over my left shoulder.

“That’s the hardest question you could ask someone. Play anything, I don’t really give a fuck” I shrug but in reality, if she plays something I mildly dislike I will be very vocal about it. I’m not sitting through a 4 hour drive listening to country music.

Harper plugs in a radio modifier and connects Bluetooth from her phone to her car. She starts playing an artist that I’d safe to assume is arctic monkeys.

“Is this Arctic monkeys” I ask to get aggressively cut off.

“NO” Harper gives me a breathy laugh “it’s Tame Impala. Are you actually that stupid”

“I guess I am” I shrug it off “I don’t usually listen to this genre of music so I’m not big on it” I inform Harper.

“Well then what do you listen to” she questions, her voice has a playful ring to it as she spoke.

“I don’t really listen to music” I answer.

“How much of a boring person do you have to be to not listen to music often” she yells jokingly.

I lay back in my seat, my fingers interlock over my bellybutton as I exhale the thick air created by the car accelerating. The mood of the social situation becoming awkward and silent.

“If you had a celebrity crush, who would it be” Harper asked, trying to spark up a conversation.

“Uhh, I’d have to go with Megan fox” I didn’t have to think hard to answer that question “But I think she has to have horrible standards if she’s with Machine Gun Kelly . But she’s really hot so, that doesn’t matter.” I finish my thought.

“Wow. Well if you’re not going to say me I’m not going to say you” Harper jeers at me, I assume she was teasing me but it left me confused.

“Harper, you’re not a celebrity. I’m not a celebrity, so why would we say each other’s names if we were asked for our celebrity crushes”

I feel rubbed the wrong way by how easy it is for her to take things too seriously. I mean, we’ve only been dating for 4 days.

“Well do you want to hear mine”

“Uh sure” I try to act casual but in reality I am very curious as to what hers is. Mine is pretty basic. But I’m a pretty predictable guy in my opinion.

“My celebrity crush is Tsutomu Miyazaki” Harper said, focusing on the road.

“Huh!” I exclaimed “I’ve never heard of him before”

“I wouldn’t look it up.” Harper hesitated “Well it depends” Harper paused again before asking “Avalon, are you a freak”.

I look it up on my phone, the first thing my eyes read is serial killer before I yell out “Well not a freak for fucking serial killers Harper!”.

“Well luckily I’m just giving you shit!” Harper hesitated as she spoke.

Everything that was once a heated argument became bleak and silent as my face went red due to embarrassment.

“Well then what is your celebrity crush then” I interrogated, sipping at the melted ice cream at the top of my cup. Harper huffed, staring into the highway, only a wide triangle of visibility caused by the headlights of her car.

All I could think about is how I am in the middle of nowhere, next to this girl that I’ve known for 6 months. Yes, people can have trust towards others after that amount of time, but in the past I’ve never trusted someone after 6 months. Hell, I didn’t let my first girlfriend take my virginity till I was 21 years old. Some people would say that is “loser” behavior and to that I agree. However, I could’ve lost my virginity at the ripe age of 15 if I wanted to. I just find that kind of commitment disturbing, the thought that this person that I now trust could fuck me over at any given minute. This person, that I let have the responsibility of that grave memory in my head, now has to live with that and not destroy my life. I’m being dramatic, Harper isn’t going to destroy my life. She just thinks she’s “quirky” and “edgy” for having a crush on a glorified asshole. A fucking arrogant, vile, and selfish excuse for a human being. Maybe, she just never thought that way.

“Well thanks for letting to get to know you better I guess” I try to make her feel assured. Make her feel as though she’s safe with me. Because for sure I don’t feel safe with her.

“Wow” she scoffs, “Nice sarcasm” her voice has a tired, forced monotone feel to it as she spoke. I interpreted that as her poking fun at my failed attempt at making her feel better.

I start to scroll on my phone. I felt as though my Snapchat DMs would be the best distraction from the awkward drive. We had 2 hours left of the drive, I look at the time on my phone displayed as “2:30 AM”.

I closed my eyes, tossing in my seat to find the perfect spot for my head without breaking my neck. I feel a jolt of irritation as Harper turned up the stereo of her car.

“I need company please “ Harper put more emphasis on the please part as she spoke.

“I swear to god Harper if you don’t turn that down I will tuck and roll” I snapped back, grumbling and covering my face with my arms.

Harper turned down the music and I awaited for the best nap of my life.

Pt. 2 “Home”

I woke up slightly to her car pulling up to her duplex. I became confused, didn’t she say she had an apartment? Well, does it even matter? It looks nice, each half of the duplex roughly the size of a standard one story house.

“I’m excited to spend my vacation here in Chicago. I think we’ll have fun here Harper” I look up at her with slit, watering eyes. Pierced by her bright headlights reflecting on the white garage.

“I think we’ll have fun together “ Harper replied, giving me a sharp smile as we both exited the vehicle at the same time.

I remember very little of the rest of the morning except the sensory relief of laying down on her king sized, spring, mattress. I stole her whole blanket and wrapped around it like I was 5 again. I have no clue how she reacted because I passed out shortly afterwards.

I finally regain full consciousness at around 11:26 AM. I sprawled across her bed like a starfish dying on the hot pavement. I checked my phone to see a text message that read “Hey Lonnie, my uncle/ landlord Josh is in my side of the duplex from 11:00- 2:30. Please make sure he doesn’t find out you’re here. I’m assuming he’ll stay in the backyard though because he’s talking about my sprinklers. I put some mini bites on my dresser beside your head for the inconvenience”. The text message was from Harper. I look over to my right and as the text message said, there’s a bag of mini bites.

I’ve never had mini bites before, I sat up on the bed. Eager to try an artificial muffin, however Harper’s bed frame shook as I squirmed to get up. Footsteps that sounded like big stomps started to become louder. I’m petrified, my heart turning my chest into a human vibrator. “I just want my food man” I think to myself as I clench the bag of muffins to my chest.

The footsteps stop so in my completely rational head, I was in the clear. The stiff bag crinkled as I reach my scrawny fingertips inside. I look intensely in the bag, treating the inside like a claw machine game and my breakfast to be the prize. Right as my thumb and index finger meets a muffin, the door to Harper’s bedroom creaks open.

“Huh” A middle aged man huffed, making intense eye contact with me. I a 26 year old man, wrapped in Harper’s blanket. Staring intensely at the man I assume to be Josh, mid bite of a muffin.

“Sup” I reply whilst chewing.

“Why did my niece drag along a big man like you here” Josh says with an attitude, leaning himself against the doorframe. He’s rocking the black comb-over hair and a car-hart hoodie. He seems to have lived his best days, a prominent beer belly sticking out and a la croix suggests that.

“I’m not that big” I hesitate, trying to leave a good impression on him as to him not becoming defensive towards Harper.

“You know what I mean smart guy. You people from Chicago are always baby daddies. I don’t want my niece to be hit up by you and then I have to take care of it.” Josh continues ranting but all I can think about is how this is probably how most people think about me. I am dumbfounded to be reminded that most people think of me is a party going city boy with an epic penis.

“I’m not from Chicago I’m from Greenville if that makes you feel better. I just got here, Ive known Harper for about 6 months and she’s talked a lot about you. You’re Josh right?” I tried to dig myself out of the hole I formed by trying to eat my breakfast.

“Oh, Greenville! I known some guys from Greenville. Humble people for sure” Josh lends out a hand for me to shake and I shake his hand. “Yeah it’s Josh” Josh confirmed.

“My names Avalon but I guess people call me Lonnie now!” I smile, grateful that I can finally eat my breakfast.

“Man is the only thing I care about food, maybe Josh had a point” I visualized myself in the mirror without a shirt on. My ribs poking through my skin and the scars under my pecks. What was I thinking about, I am the definition of small. Him calling me “big guy” should’ve been affirming, why am I taking such offense to this?

I continue wondering whilst listening to Josh’s lecture about his experiences in Greenville. I found his stories way more engaging and interesting than life back at home. But what do I know, all I do back at home is work at the DMV and sleep.

“Well It’s a nice time meeting you. What was it again? Rhonnie?” Josh stammered, obviously not having a good memory.

“It’s Lonnie” I corrected.

“Oh-oh I’m so sorry, call me uncle Josh for now. I have to go back to the backyard”. Josh had a southern esque drawl to his voice.

“It’s ok!” I affirm as he walks away from the door frame.

“Well at least that obstacle is resolved” I think to myself as I continue eating my mediocre muffins. For such an interesting person Harper is, I tend to enjoy Josh’s rural company. He seems like a sweet guy who is protective of his niece.

“Hey your uncle likes me” I text Harper to no reply. “Im excited for you to come back, I miss you love” I double text. I wonder why Harper left me alone in her house without giving me any heads up the day prior. Maybe she didn’t give any thought to it on the drive.

55 minutes of no reply and complete silence passes me by. I wave of anxiety punched me in my stomach, I dialed her phone number and held it to my ear. “Please pick up” is all that goes through my head.

“Avalon, Avalon” Harper’s voice picks up, her out of breath. “I went clubbing without you because I was bored. I’m so sorry please forgive me. I thought I’d be back by 7:00 but this guy slashed my tires and is following me. It’s the same guy, I think there’s like three other guys too, I need you Lonnie.”

“Hold the fuck up” I cut Harper off, “Where are you, I don’t care that you did that right now I want to make sure you’re ok”

“Well that’s good, I’m just at my sister’s house starting her car. I lied as a test, I just like to hear you being defensive of me, It’s really attractive .” Harper teased but I wasn’t buying it.

“Oh well” I paused briefly “I’m glad you’re

Ok” I gave her what she wanted to hear but in reality, I was really upset. In my past relationships this has never happened, well I guess this is my first relationship with a girl. “Maybe girls are like this” I questioned myself “What the actual fuck am I thinking. I’m exactly what women fear now huh. I bet little 12 year old Nevaeh would look at Avalon and be in disgust to see what I become.” I rant in my head, questioning what’s real and what’s not about me.

“Maybe I’m the one lying to Harper and this is what I deserve. I’m not a homosexual, I’m a catfish. A major catfish, after 6 months she doesn’t know the biggest part of me. The reason why I don’t have contact with my family. The reason why I cling to her like she’s the last person I have left. Because she is, and I’m scared if she knew how much of a fraud she was dating, she’d leave me like everyone else. The only way to show her I’m not a fraud is to tell her as soon as possible” I came to the conclusion I had to come out to her today, after 5 days of being together. I get up and sit on the couch of her living room, putting on a sitcom on her mounted television to pass the suspenseful time easier.

Harper opens the front door and walks right into the living room. “Hey, I’m sorry about all of that. Chris’s jeep broke down” Harper chuckled “That’s a first” she replied to her previous statement.

“You know how you were vulnerable earlier today” I hesitated “well I need to tell you something important. I should’ve told you this before we started dating but I was scared that I’d lose you like everyone else Harper. “

“It’s ok if you’re into feet Lonnie” Harper joked.

“No it’s a little more personal Harper” I give a serious expression to Harper. “Harper, I unconditionally love you, I hope I will have it in return. Throughout my whole life I never had unconditional love. Well I thought I had it before everyone found out.” I look at the carpet and thought of what to say next as Harper sat down and put her manicured hand on my shoulder. I was slightly distracted by her gigantic keychain collection she was holding in her right hand.

“Harper, I was born a woman” I look into Harper’s false lashes intensely as I spoke. Her makeup done flawlessly, better than my attempts. Her hair put up into a messy bun and her sparkly tank top drooping as she relaxed her posture to reassure me.

“Lonnie!?! It’s ok!” She had a concerned tone to her voice as I showed her my scarred chest. She clicked her pink nails a couple of times before gesturing me to give her a big hug.

“Well do you have a vagina or what?” Her question made me heavily uncomfortable. My emotions spiraling due to the comfort of her arms and the absurdity of her comments.

“I do” My reply was quiet and took too long.

“Well I guess we’re twinning, it’s ok bae I can be Bi- curious sometimes” Harper teased.

“Does she think I’m a girl, because obviously I don’t look the part” My mind started spiraling.

“I need to use the restroom” I demanded as I gently nudged her arms off of me.

Pt 3 Cadaver.

TW:

Self mutilation

Rape

Gore

Immense grief

Sexuality