#and for a full day and a half they just saw me flunking the final question over. and over. and over again

[clamorybus]

twice in my high school career i was sent to the hospital from school due to an autistic shut down, and i recently realized that both those shut downs occurred in math class

[barnes-n-nobles]

Heal What Has Been Hurt (Vampire! Eddie Munson) (DARK!SMUT)

MAJOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS

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Warnings: Noncon, noncon smut, corruption, Mentions of Blood and actions with blood, Drug Use, and usage, neck fetish, love bites, drugging, Degrating/dumbification, somnophilia, kidnapping

Pt.2 

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It had been about a 2 months since Eddie Munson had came back from the upside down. Everyone held out hope that their loved ones would come back since he and Will returned from the “dead”. After all, this was Hawkins and shit like that happened often now. Eddie looked different now, his skin was a bit lighter, he was more serious, and didn’t like being close to anyone anymore. His demeanor had completely changed and that eventually drew Dustin and his other friends away. They all still had a lot of love for Eddie but they figured that giving him some space for now would help. Eddie was terribly moody and snapped at anyone who crossed his path. He was just full of anger now.

When he finally showed up again to school, his mood would worsen. He hated being so close to everyone, he would make the students in the back of the room move from their seats so that he could be away from everyone. Most of the time he would be called a freak, looser, satanist, but people didn’t want to mess with him anymore. Eddie’s whole demeanor changed, and he was now seen as intimidating. Due to the missed classes, he had to retake a couple of them, his schedule changing constantly to make up for the lost time.

You had your fare share of exchanges with Eddie, he was always funny and you laughed at his jokes or his “class clown acts”. You and him had a couple classes together, and he made the time go by faster. You had flunked one year and when you started school, you had started it late, adding another year. You did your best in school, but you had your own set of challenges at home that prevented you from being completely present in class. Eddie would notice this sometimes and he’d try extra hard to see you smile. You had a crush on him, and the feeling was mutual, but you didn’t dare to make a move or even talk to him a little extra, you were already a loner and you didn’t want the extra target on your back for talking to Eddie. This made your heart ache, because you really did like him.

When he died, you cried for days. Regretting all those times you COULD have talked to him but you wasted the chance because of your stupid thoughts. You wished you could turn back time just to see his smile one last time, say goodbye. But you knew that that was just another stage of your grief. But the day that you heard he had returned from the dead you couldn’t believe it. This had to be some sick joke, but when you saw him again in your class, you nearly dropped to your knees. There he was, as if he had never left, sitting in the back of the class, his messy hair and his shiny rings, his slender fingers playing with his pencil. His style never failing to amaze you, what a blessing! He was here and in the flesh, a blessing like this could not be ignored. You had to talk to him, but how?

As your tried thinking about something, you walked towards your seat, which was right in front of Eddie. Wasn’t he in another English class? You thought to yourself, as you chewed the inside of your bottom lip. You met his gaze for half a second, quickly looking down and plopping yourself on the cold hard chair. He looked a bit different, but you thought it was nothing since you didn’t even look at him enough to fully analyze what you thought you saw. Through out the class, everyone occasionally looked back at you, wondering if you had anything on your face, you quickly wiped your mouth, and then you re adjusted your hair, then made sure your nose didn’t have a booger. You looked at someone who was looking and you realized that their eyes were not directly on you, they were looking behind you towards the incredibly silent Eddie. You barely heard him breathing, moving, and his presence didn’t even seem to be there at all.

For todays class, you had to pick a partner to do this English project. Ugh how you hated those, you were always the last person available or you’d get paired up with someone who didn’t do any of the work. You decided to ask Eddie if he’d be willing to be your partner, but you were too scared. He didn’t look friendly anymore and you wondered if he’d be mean to you like everyone else. You argued with yourself for a bit before impulsively turning around, facing Eddie. The fast movement caught his attention, making him snap his eyes towards you. Fuck fuck FUCK you couldn’t say anything, maybe this wasn’t a good idea, he clearly was upset. “Eddie…actually… I’m sorry…nevermind” you stammered, quickly turning around and placing your hands on your face. Why we’re you so embarrassing? You thought, running your fingers through your hair.

Eddie was in a terrible mood, but that changed when you turned to him. He just found you so cute, his lips curling up into a half smile. You were so quiet, shy, and innocent, you had a pure heart and you didn’t like attention. Thats why he liked you. He got up from his desk and grabbed his chair and moved next to you, “You’re my partner” he whispered, grabbing your paper and pencil. He wrote his name next to yours, looking at your flushed cheeks through your fingers. This made Eddie shiver, swallowing a couple times. There it is again, he thought, quickly thinking of something else.

You brought your hands down, looking at his hands and then his eyes. “I’m sorry, I have a hard time being social” you admitted, looking down again.

“You’re all good…so..what do you want to do for the project?” He asked, looking at your lips, then your neck, and down to your throat. He screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head slightly.

“Are you okay?” You asked noticing his pained expression. “Yeah I’m fine. Just the chills” he answered fast. “We’ll I can do the project, you don’t have to worry about it. Must be kind of shitty to have to do this class all over again” you chuckled, hoping he would laugh.

All he did was smile, careful not to do it too wide. “No, I wanna participate too. Being treated like everything is normal is necessary, I don’t want to be an exception”

“I see. Do you mind if I ask how you are? Im kind of..worried about you” you questioned, hoping he wouldn’t get mad.

Eddie shuffled in his seat, getting flashbacks to the upside down. His chests started to rise and fall quickly, as if he was going to have a panic attack. As you watched him you also started to panic, scared that you might have triggered him. Not knowing what to do, you just grabbed his hand, “Eddie, it’s okay. You’re safe”, your warm hand was holding his cold one, you thought that he needed a doctor. Eddie got ripped out of his almost trance, the feeling of your hand on his, made him go crazy, he wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into your throat. He let go of your hand and shook his legs, placing his hands on the back of the chair, gripping them until he felt the plastic bend. He stared at you, seeming almost apologetic, “Darling, thank you for calming me down, but never touch me again” he warned. The rest of the class time went by painfully slow, only a few awkward words were exchanged between you two.

Before you could say anything again the bell sounded, releasing the class. Eddie grabbed his bag and walked out the door. You were conflicted inside, he had just called you darling but didn’t want you to touch him. Was he being sarcastic? Was he being nice? Did he not like you? All these thoughts swarmed you, not knowing what to make out of it. Grabbing your things you got up and headed for the door, but as you passed his seat you noticed that his chair had marks on the back, like as if it was molded using a hand. You also noticed that Eddie forgot his jacket, grabbing it, you stuffed it in your backpack. This would give you an excuse to talk to find him and talk to him during lunch.

Grabbing your food from the cafeteria, you walked around the benches, looking for Eddie. You looked where he would usually sit but all his friends were there except him. You walked out and walked along the hallways but still, nothing. Giving yourself one more chance, you decided to walk outside. Scanning the field for anyone sitting alone, and he was no where to be found still. As you walked back to the cafeteria you finally saw him, he was going in between 2 buildings. As you followed him, you got this really bad feeling in your stomach, as if following him was going to be bad. Maybe it was just your nerves.

Following him, you heard coughing behind the end of the building. It started to smell a lot like weed as you got closer and closer. There he was, smoking a blunt before looking at you and blowing out the air. “Eddie, um, I just wanted to come and give you your jacket. You left it in class”. You set your food tray down and you pulled your backpack off, opening it quickly. You grabbed it and pulled it out, handing it to him. Eddie stared at you, smiling at your every move. He didn’t feel much of anything these days, but he had a soft spot for you. “Thank you for returning it to me y/n..”, he said putting out his blunt. The way your name fell from his lips, was so beautiful, you just wanted him to say it all over again. “you’re welcome” you replied, standing there awkwardly, not knowing how to start up a conversation. Yeah, maybe today just wasn’t your day to be bold, you thought, “Yes…we’ll anyways, see you around” you quickly said grabbing your tray, almost walking off but his hand grabbed your arm, making you halt. “Wait, why don’t you…eat lunch with me?” He asked looking at your eyes and then down to your lips.

Your consciousness was practically screaming at you to get out of there but you brushed it off as being nervous again. “Sure why not” you smiled taking a seat on a run down bench that was further down. Eddie sat across from you, his big deep brown eyes staring at you calculatively.

“Can I ask you something?” You blurted. He shook his head for you to go on.

“Are you okay? And I don’t mean just right now, I mean from everything that’s happened to you recently”

He sighed, trying his hardest to not think about the past too much.

“No, actually I’m not. Something happened to me in there and I’ll never be the same person again, I know that much”

“Can you tell me more?” You pried, hoping you wouldn’t overstep any boundaries.

He hesitated before continuing, “I know I’m back, but I don’t feel like myself…my old self. Ive changed but I don’t know why or how exactly”

You reached for his hand slowly, observing his movements, wondering if he would pull his hand back, but he didn’t. You proceeded to grabbing his fingers and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. “I think youre traumatized from what happened to you. Anyone would be, I think. I just want you to know that you’re not alone and even though you’re not seeing your friends, I can tell that they miss you. You’re such a light, Eddie, and you’re loved no matter what.” You spoke truthfully. His heart fluttered with your words. He didn’t know you were that you were caring like that. He wanted to keep feeling and every time you spoke, he felt so good.

“You mean that?”

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t lie to you…ever”

Fuck…you knew exactly what to say to make him melt, he thought to himself. He always craved to have authenticity, specially in a partner, not someone who would use him for drugs or in exchange for something else.

He smiled looking down at your hands on his, “Such a sweetheart” he complimented looking up at your cheeks, waiting for them to turn a shade of pink. He could almost hear the blood rushing to your face, your heart beating a little faster, the pulse was strong through out your body, feeling the veins in your hand move slightly. He shivered, releasing your hands, quickly reaching inside his bag for his next new blunt.

Eddie lit it up, inhaling and then blowing out the smoke as if he were a dragon. “Want some?” He asked waving it. “No im good” you answered.

“Does it bother you if I smoke here?” He asked again.

“Not at all. I smoked a couple times, but I haven’t done it in a long time. I’m good without it” you confessed.

Eddie narrowed his eyes before chuckling, making you awkwardly smile as your head tilt in confusion, “what”

“I didn’t think that a little shy thing like you would do such a bad thing like smoke. You’ve always striked me as a good girl” he teased.

“ Im just that good at not getting caught” you joked, taking a bite out of your Apple.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, he really liked this secretive side of you. He wanted you to confess more.

“Is that so? What other things have you done that you haven’t gotten caught for” he smirked, taking another hit.

You hesitated, because not only were you lying about smoking, but you didn’t know what rebels like him did that got them into trouble. “Oh you know. This and that” you muttered looking away from his eyes. He laughed now, reaching for you until he had your chin in his fingers, lifting your head to meet his gaze, “What happened to never lying to me, princess. I’m disappointed” his voice low and in a mocking tone. Your heart pounded in your chest, feeling your stomach drop in excitement and embarrassment. “I’m sorry” you whined, playing with the plastic bag that held the lunch silverware. “I just wanted to act cool so that you didn’t think I was a complete looser” you admitted. Eddie got an idea, making him shift in his seat, “Well do you want to make it up to me? I’ll forgive you if you do this one thing for me” he asked, trying hard to not smile too much. “Yes Eddie! Anything” you responded eagerly.

“You have to kiss me for 5 seconds” he swallowed, his mouth watering now.

Your eyes slightly opened, shocked at what he was asking. “But I’ve never…”

“That’s okay darling. I’ll be your first, come, sit next to me” he patted the bench beside him scooting over for you.

You got up and walked over to him, taking a seat next to him. Not sure how to even start you just started to lean closer into him. Before your lips touched, you quickly jolted back, “wait! I don’t know how to kiss” you blurted, looking at Eddie lick his lips. “Just get closer..”he murmured, pulling you more into him, mere inches away from eachother, “Relax, and touch my lips with yours, and then you move them as you feel right” he whispered, his lips brushing against your own. His hands were in between you both, he could feel your legs shake anxiously. He snaked his hands on them and then he slid them up your thighs, “I’m going to put you on me if you don’t kiss me right now” he teased, his hands resting on your ass. You were so nervous, your body unable to move. Eddie quickly scooped you up and placed you on his lap, making you squeal and squirm, holding you in place.

“Come on, baby. Last chance before I never forgive you” his voice low and serious. You couldn’t handle him being mad at you, so you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his, pulling back and then going in again. Eddie helped you out, moving his lips against your own, your intoxicating scent making him go crazy. He kissed you with such passion, holding you closer to him. His cock hardened in his ripped jeans, bucking his hips into you, both of you moaning at the pressure. He broke the kiss to kiss down your neck, making you moan again, shivering at the strange yet exquisite sensation of his lips against your skin. Eddie’s eyes flashed red now, overpowered by his desire. He sinked his sharp teeth in, tasting your delectable warm blood, sucking hard. “Fuck, you taste delicious. You’re so delicious” he moaned before his fangs sunk in deeper, drinking from your neck not able to stop. You screamed at the sudden pain, but his hand went over your mouth, silencing you immediately. “Mm..Eddie” you struggled against his hand.

Eddie didn’t want to stop, but he promised himself some more later. If he kept going he would kill you, and that thought alone was enough for him to stop. He disconnected from you, his tongue licking over your broken skin. He kissed and licked it until you stopped bleeding, leaving you with a few red marks. He felt himself feel less irritable, like his hunger was a bit more manageable. Your moans and cries made his cock twitch in excitement, he was now experiencing another type of hunger.

As you started to go limp in his arms, your silent sniffles drowned out, your eye lids closing. Eddie felt you weaken and he shook you a bit, still holding you in his arms. “Y/n? Hey hey stay with me” he frantically called. You felt so tired and weak, how were you going to get back to class. When the bell rang, you knew that you needed to get up and go but your vision started to darken, “Eddie” you groaned, before fully passing out. He held you in place, contemplating wether to take you home or his house.

As he waited for the students to go into class, he held you close to his chest, cradling you. He thought about you and what you two would have to become. Eddie wanted you, not just in thirst and sexual attraction, he wanted your whole self. You two were meant for eachother, why else would you be so willing to stay here with him, after all he was a freak and now he had come back from the dead. Everyone was afraid of him and he got treated so differently, he didn’t want that. He wanted to be treated right, just how you were treating him. You were so willing…so submissive.

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, then on your neck where the freshly made wounds were at. “mine” he whispered before giving you another kiss, lifting you up with ease, walking you to his van.

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Eddie broke into your house before your parents got home, he laid you down in bed before starting to undress you. Your shirt had blood stains and he needed to get rid of it. As he took your clothes off, he couldn’t help but to stare at your unconscious body. You were only in your bra and underwear, a beautiful sight. He loved that he was able to see you like this, so vulnerable and unaware. He was so sick in the head but he didn’t care, I mean you didn’t so why should he. You would be okay with this, after all you two were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend tomorrow, this was what couples did. He convinced himself before undressing entirely himself. He crawled into bed with you, unclasping your bra and pulling it off you gently. He hooked his fingers on your pink panties and slid them off, tossing them near his own clothes.

Spooning you, his hard cock pressed into your ass, his lips kissing the back of your neck. He wouldn’t have sex with you today, that would be another day, he reassured himself. His hand snaked under you, grabbing your full breast, his hand kneading it gently. As your nipple hardened, you started to moan slightly, his eyes widening a bit. “babe?” He asked, his stomach full of butterflies at the new name he could call you. Silence. Not being fully awake you didn’t respond. Eddie smiled, continuing to grope you. He managed to slide his cock in between your legs, sliding it across your folds, feeling your wetness escape you. He groaned into your ear, repeating his motions.

He sped up a bit, making your bed creak, it wasn’t until then that you started to moan again, his tip rubbing against your clit, “Eddie” you moaned making him smile, “I’m here princess” he purred, feeling his cock pulsate. “Mmm..don’t..stop” you whispered, making him go faster, the bed was now shaking, he was close.

*knock knock* “y/n?” Your mom called out.

Eddie stopped, quickly moving away from you, covering you with a blanket and then grabbing his clothes and darting into the closet.

As the door opened, your mom peeked into the room, slipping inside quietly. “Y/n..what are you doing here? I thought you were in school?” she asked confused. You weren’t responding so she shook you a little harder, “y/n, wake up” she said in a loud tone. You weren’t responding, all she got out of you was a groan. That’s when she realized that something was wrong.

“Oh my god! Y/dads/name, Call 911, y/n ISNT RESPONDING” she yelled running into the living room. Eddie took that chance to grab all his belongings and he ran out through the window at the speed of light. He got into his van which was behind your house on the street and he drove off quickly.

As he was driving, he thought back on what happened. He was very fast now, but what had changed? Confused. Shocked. That was what he felt. When he got to his place, he got out and noticed that he was TRYING to walk normally, whereas in the past it would have come completely natural. He got into his room and locked the door, freaking out at what was happening to him. He had never been like this, this was new.

The entire night he couldn’t sleep, he was up the entire time thinking about you. The only thing that changed was that he had blood. Your blood. We’re you a magical being? Could it be another sign that you were meant to be his? It was the only thing that made sense. As long as he had your blood, would he be this enhanced? This theory had to be tried out but how if you were far from him now. Eddie was going crazy with out you. He needed you, your blood, and your scent to keep him stable. You felt so much better than ecstasy.

A new development had arised, his sense of smell was strong. He could smell you from all the way here. He could tell that your pulse was stronger, that you were moving and awake, but he could also smell you from his room. Eddie grabbed his jacked and he went for the pocket that smelled the most like you. He took out its contents and there it was, your pink panties. It had your sweet scent still, from how aroused you had become in school. He held it up to his face and took a huge sniff, shivering in pleasure. He grabbed it and started to lick it, his mouth watering at your taste. “So good” he moaned.

Eddie had to rub one off, so he laid back and started to pump himself as your panties laid on his face. He imagined you sitting on his face, letting all your juices flow down onto him. “God what I wouldn’t give” he said pumping faster. Eddie enjoyed himself, his lewd mind kept him busy for hours that night , his thoughts fully consumed by you. He couldn’t wait to see you back in school.

When he pulled up into the schools parking lot, he instantly started to search for you, his eyes darting from person to person. When he got out from his van, he smiled wide, inhaling your scent that he picked up. You had to have passed by there a few seconds ago maybe even a minute, he noted. Walking towards the double doors to go into the main hall, he pulled them open, continuing to scan many faces. Many people moved out of his way, and the ones that didn’t just stared down, feeling threatened by his presence. No one wanted to mess with him anymore.

When he found you, the bell rang, flinching slightly at the loud sound. As he approached you he noticed that you seemed a little on edge.

When you closed your locker Eddie scared you, “Boo!” He cried out, making you jump a little. “How’s my girl doing today? You feeling better?” He asked running his finger through your hair, slightly pushing it back. You tensed up at his touch, looking away. Eddie scrunched his eyebrows, his tone confused, “What’s wrong?”.

Sighing you pursed your lips, “What’s wrong? Don’t you remember what you did yesterday? You went all satanic on me! after I regained consciousness, I got fucking interrogated for hours about the marks on my neck. I got into big trouble with my parents because of you”.

Eddie chuckled making you even more irritated, scoffing you turned on your heels and started to walk away but his hand grabbed you, pushing you into the locker, halting you. “Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done talking” he barked squeezing your arm.

Wincing you looked around to see if anyone was around and it was just you two , “I made sure you got home safe. Did you want me to leave you all alone and passed out in the back of a building? What if someone who was bad found you? They could have kidnapped you, assaulted you in the state that you were, then they would have probably killed you. This is Hawkins y/n, it’s not safe anymore” he emphasized.

You struggled to speak, not sure if you should thank him or slap him. Before you could start again he interrupted, “I saved you, sweetheart. I would never let anything bad happened to you. You need my protection, I’m the only one who will never fail you” he purred, leaning in and placing a small kiss on your lips.

Eddie always knew exactly what to say, and in this moment, he was telling you everything you’d hope to hear from a special someone. “Eddie…thank you” you murmured, making his smile. He pressed his body onto yours, holding your face as he kissed you again, “So very welcome”.

“I still want to ask you why you did what you did yesterday. You know the whole neck biting thing” you motioned with your fingers.

“You just have a beautiful neck. I have a “thing” for yours, I want to kiss it, touch it, bite it…” he trailed his fingers down to the nape of your neck then behind it, holding you in place. Lowering his nose to it, he took a deep breath, before placing a slow and soft kiss, making you bite your lips as a shiver ran through your spine.

He eyes flashed red again, but he controlled himself, making the red fade away quickly. He straightened up, looking down at your eyes, “Would you believe me if I told you that I feel like a vampire” he said, his face dead serious now. This made you smile, slightly giggling, “God you’re really nuts, Eddie Munson” slightly knocking on his head, “Look, I know people have their own fantasi-”

“We’ll then explore this one with me. You’re my girl remember? I can tell you like it y/n, I can practically feel you getting horny when I get close to you” he teased. You shushed him, placing your hand over his mouth, feeling flustered and looking around once again, “Dont say that!..Let’s just get to know eachother more, okay? We can pretend yesterday didn’t happen and we will start over. I got caught up in the heat of the moment so I wasn’t thinking straight but I know we can be great friend right now, and eventually we can become something mor, if we both think we’re ready. We can have fun together but…no more biting.” You warned slipping away from him, “I’ll see you later in class” you trailed, feeling his eyes on your back.

Out of everything you just said, he only heard, “like yesterday didn’t happen” and stopped listening from there. Eddie was furious, how dare you say that to him. “Ballsy today” he whispered as he stared at you disappear into the hallway. You were acting like a brat and that irritated him. Where was his submissive y/n? The one that would go along with everything that he said. This was the first strike, there better not be another or else he would have to resort to something more effective. More aggressive.

Eddie wasnt paying any attention today, his mind was busy thinking about you. He felt unsatisfied with the fact that you hadn’t agreed to be with him how he wanted. It just didn’t make any sense, there was a strong connection, why would you want to forget that? His anger just grew, his mind traveling to dark places as his mood got mixed with hunger. He wasn’t craving food, he was craving you. Your blood.

English class came along and your feet walked a little faster to get to class. Eddie had freaked you out yes, but you still wanted to see him, be around him, it was exciting. When you entered the room, his seat was empty, scrunching your eyebrow slightly. When you sat down, your eyes stayed glued to the doorway, darting your eyes elsewhere when another person that wasn’t him came in.

“Alright class, let’s settle down” your teacher spoke, on her way to close the door. Saddened, you shook your head slightly taking your materials out from your bag. As the door was about to close, it suddenly swung open, revealing the source of your excitement. “Sorry about that miss” he smiled as he passed her desk, “You’re late, Mr.Munson, this is your last warning” she informed him.

As Eddie passed you, he stared right Into your eyes, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again” he said coldly, not smiling anymore. Your eyes just followed him until he was out of sight, puzzled by his unfriendliness. It was out of character for him, to be so cold, specially to you.

“We’re going to be working on our projects all day today and tomorrow and it’ll be due on Monday. I have lots to grade so please keep it down” she said indifferently.

Everyone moved, joining their friends/partners. Not knowing what the right move was, you just sat in your seat, making no effort to move. Eddie rolled his eyes and quickly stood up, the sound of his chair scooting back quickly made you jump, he was definitely upset. He dragged the chair next to you, the back of it touching the desk, his legs went to either side of it, your heart raced at the proximity.

“So… you’re not going to greet me anymore? Do you hate me THAT much” he spoke with an irritated tone.

“I don’t hate you. Don’t say that” you replied, swirling your pencil in your hand, trying to avoid his gaze.

He chuckled softly, “Telling me to forget such a great moment like yesterday? Why would you want me to do that? Only someone that hated me would ask me to do such a thing” he quickly spat, angry that he had to repeat it.

Rolling your eyes, you opened your mouth to speak, but his hand grabbed your cheeks hard, making you turn your head towards him, “Drop your little attitude or I’ll fuck it out of you” he muttered between his teeth quietly before letting you go.

Your eyes went wide in shock. No one had ever talked to you like that, but you weren’t entirely sure if you disliked it. It was degrading, yet you rubbed your thighs together, making Eddie smirk.

“L-let’s just focus on this project” you stammered, turning away from him not wanting to show your flushed cheeks.

“Look at me” he ordered, making you turn and locking eyes with him. “What an obedient baby,” he cooed swiping the hair off your shoulder, exposing your neck, “see, I don’t think you want us to be friends, I know you want something more, just as I do. You don’t have to be afraid of me y/n, I won’t ever hurt you…that much” he smiled making a chill run down your spine. As much as you tried to convince yourself that this wasn’t right, you couldn’t deny the fact that he was right. Eddie was your soft spot, he consumed your thoughts, it’s felt like you were obsessed with him now.

“I’m not, Eddie. I don’t hate you either, I just can’t think straight on what I want. I’m conflicted” you confessed.

“Just trust that I know what’s best for you. The day we were physically intimate, that bonded us. You belong to me and I refuse to let you make a mistake. Just trust me princess” his hand went to your cheek and rubbed it slightly before the teacher cleared her throat, starring at you two, “not in my class, please” she warned making everyone turn around. He smiled as he let you go, “ofcourse, sorry” winking at you as he opened his notebook to write something on it.

He then ripped it and passed it to you, “let’s ditch after class, meet me in my van” smiling you nodded your head and shoved the note in your pocket, “What if we get in trouble” you whispered, being extra careful to not let the teacher hear, “It’ll be fine. It’s just going to be one time….for you” he smirked, nudging your shoulder. This was so exciting, to do something bad with Eddie Munson, the ultimate rebel.

“When the bell rings, let me go ahead of you that way I’ll have the van running before you get inside. It’ll be less attention” he explained looking at the clock and starting to pack his stuff up. Nodding you just stared at your paper, thinking about what you were going to tell you parents in the case that you got caught.

When the bell rang you grabbed your things and you headed out the door, heading towards the cafeteria and then over to the parking lot. “Y/n?” a male voice called out. FUCK! You mentally cursed, turning to see who had caught you, “Steve? What are you doing here? I thought you graduated already” you smiled feeling relieved that it was just him. “Yeah but I brought something over to Dustin. Something about D&D, I don’t know” he confessed catching up with you. “Oh that’s nice” you answered stopping, looking at Eddie in the van as Steve was in front of you. “I heard that you and Eddie are a thing, is that true?” He asked curiously. “What do you mean?” you questioned playing dumb.

“We’ll Robin said she saw you following Eddie one time and that you two were hiding behind a building. Then Dustin saw him talking to you in the hallway. It seems to me that you two are pretty close” he suggested, smiling slightly. You contemplated on your answer, not sure of what you should say. The truth or a lie, but it was way more complicated than that. “I’m confused, you only talked to me during class when you needed the answer to something, why are you making conversation now?” You diverted, moving your eyes over to the van, and then back to Steve. “I was just curious…But also Dustin kept begging me to come and ask you. I don’t know why he just doesn’t come and do it himself but as the full time babysitter, I have to do everything for them” he said, making you giggle, “Okay well you can tell Dustin that I won’t bite, so he can come to me anytime” you replied, a slight wind hitting your face, “But I will” Eddie’s voice boomed next to you, making you jump, his hands snaked around your waist pulling you into him. Eddie eyed Steve in a serious cold manner, “Why are you taking so long, babe” he asked turning to you and then to him.

“Steve just wanted to catch up, but he’s going now. He just wanted to ask a few questions on behalf of Dustin” you answered, feeling your heart race and his proximity. “Eddie, it’s so good to see you again” Steve smiled patting his shoulder. “Why are you talking to her, Harrington? Don’t you have plenty of other bitches to go screw up” His anger increasing.

Steve just looked at you, feeling as if he had missed anything. “Wait what? Calm down dude, it’s not like that” he explained, “We were just catching up, Dustin asked me to come talk to her, you know since I actually know her. I didn’t think I would run into her today so I took the opportunity” he explained, annoyed at Eddie’s reaction. Eddie took a step closer to him, but you tried to hold him back, pulling him towards you, “What are you doing! Stop it” you spoke, failing at keeping him away from Steve, “Dont ever let me catch you talking to her again, you’re a pretty easy boy to fuck up. Don’t try me unless you want your fucking face rearranged” he threatened, his face too close for comfort.

“I’m so sorry Steve” you apologized on Eddie’s behalf. Steve just stepped back and started to walk away, “Definitely together” he said under his breath rolling his eyes.

Eddie’s attention switched from Steve to you, “shall we?” He commanded more so than asked. “I can’t believe you just did that, Eddie. He was just asking me a question. You know, Dustin is wanting to get close to you again, I think, I DONT know now since you got all in Steve’s face” you barked, annoyed at his previous actions.

“DONT bullshit me y/n, I know how Steve’s mind works, it doesn’t take a psychic to know that he’s just trying to get in your pants” he spat. Scoffing, you turned to walk away from him, “I can’t do this Eddie, I’m going back to school. You’re way too much” you sighed and walked off. Eddie got in front of you, blocking your way, “Get in the van”

“No”

“If you’re not inside in the next 10 seconds, I’m going to carry you in there myself. Get.In.the van.” He warned, staring straight into your soul making you look away.

“Sorry Eddie, I dont think we should hang out anymore” you muttered stepping beside him.

“I’m sorry too” he smirked before he took out a rag out drenching it in chloroform, then, using his speed, he snatched you up and dragged you into the back of the van. Before your mind could register where you were, you gasped due to the whiplash, grunting and squirming against the rag that was being pressed firmly over your nose and mouth. When you tried to scream, your voice was barely above a whisper, so muffled and weak. Your eyes closed slowly, relaxing into his arms, “I’m sorry sweetheart, you left me no choice” was the last thing you heard before you passed out.

Eddie placed you down gently, grabbing some ropes to tie up your hands and feet. He grabbed a blanket and bunched it up to place under your head while he drove. He smiled running his fingers over your lips, “Dont worry darling, It’ll all be okay” he assured, before hopping out from the back and slamming the back doors shut.

Eddie drove about an hour and a half away from school, to an abandoned house. Well, abandoned now since he had killed the couple that lived there. This location was perfect, it was a nice big house surrounded by trees and bushes, it was also off the road which was a huge plus. No one would ever come looking for you two here. He pulled into the garage, closing it before stepping out. He opened the doors and found your sleeping frame resting on the cold metal floor of the van.

He grabbed your legs and dragged you to him, scooping you up over his shoulder. Be entered the house, placing you on the couch before he went around locking each door. The doors in this house were able to be locked from the inside and out, but the best part was that all the windows were barred. It was just perfect.

Eddie grabbed you once again and took you up to your shared master bedroom, placing you gently on the bed, then proceeded to rip the ropes off you. He smiled at your beautiful resting face. How could you look so angelic just by sleeping. Eddie knew that you were afraid of him, afraid of committing, but soon you would learn how to get over that fear.

When you finally regained consciousness, you already knew something bad had happed. Rubbing your eyes, then looking around, you noticed that this was not familiar. Your hands and feet were sore, red marks were plastered over your skin. Going onto your feet you reached for the door, but alas it was locked. Freaking out you tried to open it more aggressively, shaking the door knob. “Give it up honey, it won’t open” Eddie’s voice called out to you from bed. You didn’t even notice that he was in here, and in bed!

“What did you do…why am I here!” You yelled, tears filling up in your eyes.

“Oh please, cut the shit, theres no need to cry. I haven’t done anything….yet” he smirked, “come back to bed and I’ll explain everything” he added gesturing for you to come next to him. “You’re fucking Sick Eddie, YOU KIDNAPPED ME” you yelled even louder, going to the window and ripping away the curtains only to see endless trees and a barbed window. “Where are we” you asked looking at him with fear, “Somewhere safe. For you and me” he added nonchalantly.

“Just come to bed” he instructed once again.

“No” you snapped, backing away from him.

“Must I remind you what happened the last time you told me “no”…” he warned.

“I don’t care. I DONT want to be near you” you muttered, crossing your arms.

Eddie raced in front of you, grabbing you and throwing you onto bed, quickly going on top of you. His speed was incredible, but you didn’t actually see it to this magnitude. He grabbed your hands and held them on each side of your head, “I’m so sick of your fucking games. Your disobedience. You push and pull me whenever you see fit and frankly, I’ve run out of patience. One day you’re all over me and the other you wanna act like you never wanted me” he growled, holding your body in place despite all your attempts to break free.

“You’re acting like such a freak Eddie! Look at what you’re doing. Be honest with yourself and really understand what you’re doing…what you HAVE done” you yelled, moving your hips against his.

“That’s where you’re wrong princess, I’m not acting like a freak…I fucking am one” he growled flashing his eyes red and smiling all the way so that you could see his fangs.

Petrified you stopped moving, your mind remembering when he told you that he felt like a vampire. “You’re a…a..”choking on your own words.

“Vampire” he grinned making a chill go down your spine.

Eddie could practically see you piecing everything together, your eyes moving all over his face in fear, “I don’t understand” you managed to speak.

“You don’t have to. All you need to understand is that you made me like this, your blood fully transitioned me and when I had it….” he shuddered closing his eyes then opening them again, revealing his blood red iris’. “It was like I was born again. I had speed and strength before I had your blood but after…it made me a million times better. I was no longer hungry, I felt strong and healthy again. You’re the key to that my y/n….and I’ll never let you go” he whispered lowering his head to kiss your lips.

He let go of you, his right hand cupping your cheek as the left one roamed your side, dipping into your ass then your leg, bringing you closer to him. You turned your face to the side, breathing heavily, “Eddie you’re sick, you’ve been hurt, this isn’t normal” you spoke in hopes to get him to come back to reality.

Eddie grabbed your face and turned you back to him, taking your lips into his once again, “you’re going to heal me. Make me good again….wether you like it or not” he growled biting down on your lip, making you squeal. You could tell you were bleeding due to the metallic taste but also because Eddie was sucking on your lip, his eyes red again.

He pulled away from you briefly to rip your clothes off, leaving you naked in seconds, he quickly undressed himself too, throwing the clothes across the room. He flipped you over to make you sit on top of him, his arms keeping you in place. Eddie kissed your breasts, then sucked on your nipple, making you moan immediately. “Just let yourself enjoy it, love. I promise to make you feel so good” he whispered taking the other nipple in his mouth. You tried holding back your moan, bitting down on your tongue to forget about the pleasure and focus on the pain. Eddie couldn’t hear you no more, so he grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, exposing your entire neck to him, “I wanna hear you y/n, don’t hold anything back” he muttered, smiling as you winced at the pain, “Fuck you” you replied making his smile fade away.

“Alright, if that’s how you want to play then I’ll entertain it but…” he stopped smiling cynically at his thoughts. He ran his tongue from your collarbone up to your neck then to your ear, making you shiver, “if I hear you moan, whine, or cry, I get to bite” he whispered, dipping his head down to the base of your neck, opening his mouth and placing his fangs right on your skin. “Eddie don’t” you cried, feeling terrified at his words. Then you realized what you done, “Wait, STOP NO” you whimpered, feeling his teeth sink into you. Your mouth was shaped like an O, your eyes wide at the pressure. You thought it was going to be super painful like last time but as soon as you heard him grunt in pleasure, it felt different. A good different.

Eddie moaned as your blood entered him, your sweet taste felt like heaven on earth, the way it lathered his burning throat was like no other feeling. It was so much more than pleasure. The way your blood coated it, was so much better this time, completely soothing his pain, healing what hurt. As he drank, his hunger subsided, immediately stopping. He couldn’t have you passing out again, you needed to be awake on the night that he intended to fully claim you.

When he was finished, your will to fight was gone. You were a little light headed, feeling like the fight had ended before it even started. Eddie loosed his grip on you and placed you on the mattress, laying you on your back, feeling too tired to oppose him. “That’s it baby, relax. Just enjoy…but remember what I said” he smirked, spreading your legs open. His body went right to the end of the bed, his hair tickling your thighs, “Eddie…please don’t” you whispered careful to not whine. He ignored you, kissing your inner thigh, then inching closer and closer to your folds. You screwed your eyes shut, pressing your lips into a straight line, not wanting to make a sound, “I’m sorry darling; what’d you say?” He smirked, running his tongue right over your clit, giving you one small lick. “Stop” you said coldly, careful as to show emotion”. Eddie could feel your heart beat start to race, the heat radiating from your pussy. “DONT tell me what to do” he warned, shoving his tongue past your fold, hitting your clit. He wasted to time in flicking his tongue over it, moving it from side to side then up and down, moaning at your delicious taste. How was it possible that you were delicious everywhere, he wanted to eat you all up.

You grasped the sheets, a lewd moan ripped through your throat, gasping at the pleasure. Eddie smiled, moving his head to your thigh, bitting down on your soft skin, his teeth sinking right into your femoral artery, the blood flow redirecting into his mouth. Your hands went to his head, your fingers intertwining with his brown locks, “Eddie” you moaned, feeling his other hand rub your pussy while he drank from you. He unlatched himself, cleaning up the wounds with his tongue, moaning in the process.

“You haven’t learned your lesson babygirl, must I make it harder for you?” He cooed, eating you out before you could speak. You tugged at his hair, your back arching in pleasure, “feels…so good” you choked out, making him stop. His cock leaked precum, twitching in excitement. It was time.

“I know baby, I know and I’ll always make you feel that way,” he murmured his voice dropping an octave, “I’ll ruin you for others. You won’t want anyone else but me. I promise you” he spoke, rubbing his tip at your entrance, “Say that you’re mine” he ordered, running it further up to your clit. You arched your back again, shivering, “Tell me y/n” he barked, his hand on your throat, “Eddie, I’m..I’m yours” you submitted, feeling his tip slide inside of you, both of you moaning due to the much needed friction. He then snapped his hips into you, not allowing you to adjust. It was quite painful taking him all the way in, so you moved your hips back a bit, trying to lessen the pressure but he inched forward, holding your hips down with both of his hands, “Bad girl” he smiled, taking his cock almost all the way out, before pounding into you even harder this time.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room, your hands flew to your mouth, stopping yourself from screaming. Eddie got even more turned on at your pathetic attempts, you were whining, crying, moaning, grunting, but because you held your mouth it was all just muffled. Eddie looked down, loving the way your belly bulged which each time his cock disappeared into you. The glistening skin showing him how wet you were for him. Sex with you was like an out of body experience. He felt pure erotic pleasure, something he never expected to experience. His eyes raked over your body, your breast bouncing rapidly with each thrust, you looked so fucking sexy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, his cock reaching all of your good spots.

You were going absolutely crazy under him. He wanted to hear you now, so he grabbed your hands and pinned them to the sides of your head, “Let me hear you darling, let your master know how good it feels” he ordered, snapping into you deeper. You heard him but you couldn’t really comply, being too far into your own world of pleasure to even try to form a sentence, “Mmm.mas-ster” you groaned, unable to fully open your eyes. Eddie loved the way you were going absolutely stupid on his cock, but it also made him slightly angry because you weren’t listening.

“My poor little dumb whore can’t speak, huh? Does master have to help you become a functioning human being again? My little dumb slut” he mocked, slapping your face lightly so that you could focus in. “Hey! Dummy, tell me who your master is” he said slowing his pace, “Master…master! You’re my master” you cooperated, wrapping your legs around him, trying to push him in deeper. Eddie chuckled darkly, grabbing your face with his hand, squishing it, “That’s right princess, I’m your master. Whos cock do you need” he teased moving your face from side to side, “masters…Yours, master” you replied, before gasping and digging your nails into his back. He had pushed himself all the way in again, snapping his hips feverishly. “Mmm, yes” he moaned, satisfied. “Fuck, I can tell that you’re close, doesn’t it feel sssooo good to finally be fucked like the little sex doll you are? Hm? You don’t even have to answer me baby, I know that your little brain isn’t functioning because I have you stuffed to the brim with my cock. You’re practically brainless!” He spat grabbing your head and turning it to the side so that he could sink his teeth in again.

The feeling of his teeth piercing your skin, made your toes curl, moaning out his name in pleasure. Eddie couldn’t contain his pleasure as well, moaning a long “mmm” sound as he drank you. Eddie was to the point where he couldn’t contain himself, he came hard inside of you, still not detaching himself from you, ingesting a big gulp of blood. He moaned through his lips, his cock twitching inside of you. Without detaching himself, he started to rub your pussy ferociously, making you scream at the velocity, each stroke making your heart race faster. The pressure in your stomach was way too much, “Eddie” you finally a screeched, squirting all over his bottom half, your body shaking as your orgasm spread through you.

Eddie felt the way your blood raced, making it flow faster into him, swallowing it all. After that final gulp he felt your heart beat drop dramatically. He was on his way to killing you if he didn’t stop now, so he detached himself, trying to calm himself down before anything else. At this point you started to go unconscious, and you still had a pulse, but it was weak, like last time.

“Y/n, baby, can you hear me?” You heard him calling, your vision blurred and his voice started to distort.

“Eddie” you sighed, your voice too weak to be audible in a normal setting.

“Focus on my voice sweetheart, don’t fall asleep” he frantically spoke as he lightly tapped your face.

Your eyes weren’t able to stay open, finally closing them and slipping into darkness.

“Y/n! Y/n!” He called, and that was the last thing you heard before everything went dark red.

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Pt.2….Maybe?? Idk let me know :-)

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So I don’t really know that much about that my blood au you created could you tell me a bit about it?

Ha hah I Hope this is Edible

So My Blood Au is just Me dumping all the cool stuff i can think of into a DP what if Vlad is Good ^For Starter MB Vlad or Vladimir Jude Masters is a Paranormal investigater/ hunter/exocist in a sense. He seemingly Perfect in People eye, Not Really on the inside as he have many problem stem from living so long and going though alots of thing that he prefer not to talk about that he hide from People , go so far as to adjust his own emotion to what he find fit to the situration making him really hard to read. (Not Jack and Danielle, those are close enough 2 peel him like an onion if they sense something off). -Vlad And Danny are not same kind of Halfa in this AU, Vlad is Two soul (Half Blue Demon Vampire Ghost, Half Human twisted together and blend into one) and Danny is Soul within soul (Going though the accident give him two identical soul that over lapped each other) -Ghost are nerf and ecto beam and ecto Base attack can harm ghost but they can't harm Physical thing in living world Unless they are infuse with Core element same with Human entering Purgatory. -The world have 5 Realm: LivingWorld, Purgatory (GhostZone), Elsewhereness, Fairy Land and Unworld. +Going with the idea that originaly Vlad is supposed to be a vampire and many ghost in the series feel like they are more supernature creature then Ghost. Living world now have many Human and other Creature living among each other , hidden in plain sight +Purgatory: Where Ghost go and heal before they move onto Elsewhereness (Heaven in this verse) or Rebirth back to the living cycle. There are many area in Purgatory that fit human decription of after life look like , this is due to collective faith and ideal of many Ghost focus with each other to created these Resting stop. Incidentally like the living world these area are also watch over by being call King and Queen of the Death (Caretaker and protector of the Death soul, a being with incredible power capable of bending reality). Most well known one are the King Dark, Prince Argon and Princess Dora of the Dark Age Zone. Queen Desire of the thousand and one night. ect.. newest King of the death is Ghost Writer (library of the forgotten) but he prefer not be refer to as king, just Ghost writer. +Elsewhereness: The final resting Places of enternal Bliss. Once the Soul is ready to let go of all earthly desire, they are send here. Not much is known about this realm or it location. When a Soul reach enlightment it will automatically know where to find it. The realm also House many god. +Fairy Land: Home to care taker of the childhood inocent and many god that work to keep the universe running. Most common creature that live here is Fairy with two side one silly colorful side that appear to children to granted what ever their heart desire. The other is the Blue fortune side that Weaved the fabric of Luck and fate. +Unworld: A Dark realm with one way in no way out. It house many dangerous creature, ancient outer god and unspeakable Evil that have been banish to through age by god and human. >the Origin Story: +Vlad and Jack are Friend from Childhood (Their Bond are really tight kinda like Sworn Brother ) unlike their canon counter part meet in college. They Hunt Ghost but in more of a Release soul from their earthly bound kind of way via the info they get from the Masters Family Grilmore. (There is one major inconvience is that You need to wait for the correct day and time to perform ritual sending ghost back to purgatory so they can Move on to Elsewhereness/heaven of this verse ) +They Meet Maddie in college (Maddie and Vlad almost alway in a total clash with each other with Maddie tech almost Hunter like way in dealing with ghost and Vlad more traditional Way of Handling them) Which end with Three of them forming the Original Ghost Trio. With Maddie accept Vlad and Jack Respect the Death ideal. And Vlad and Jack incorperate More Technology into their Asset. +Maddie point out the inconvinient of having to wait for the correct day for each ghost to send them back to Purgatory (Their room are fill with

Container for ghost), Which lead to them comming up with the idea of Making a Ghost Portal. <Note: MB Vlad is not into Romantic relationship, Platonic one Matter to him more> >The Accident: No diet soda the Accident is purely due to one miscalculation that cost Vlad life (his Head got Blash Clean off infront of Jack and Maddie) In that Split Second of His face getting disintigrating, Vlad get a Glim into UnWorld (the Realm where are Demon and evil of the four realm are banish to) and Got Latched on and Pushed Back to the living world by a Demon Vampire Ghost Both Soul are now inhabited Vlad headless lifeless body, in Which about 3 day after Vlad burial that Vlad Body got completely decontructed inside the coffin and recontructed into a body that is more fitting to host both . Vlad have a hard time remembering Who he is after kinda get rebirth and Wander the world until he Get Suck into a Natural Ghost Portal and got Flunk Back in time. >Journey of an Immortal Being: -Vlad Stuck in the Past, He recovered his memories, Going through existenal crisis, Evil phase, Evil make me feel bad, Not Evil anymore, Found out that he is immortal now, Existenal crisis part2, Acceptance, Travel the World and Start doing the what ever he like, learning old way of magic still helping ghost and other supernatural being. -Caused several Major Change to the past that Mythical Creature got un extinct. (Due to the Law of life and death this does not affect who get born or not, it just that the world got alots more races now and those used to be born human in the original timeline might get born as another races entirely) -Get Mistaken for Messiah.( Look You can't kill Vlad, He would just be gone for like 3 day then comeback) -Caused the legend of Dracula. -Vampire cult have a horrible obession with Vlad as a Whole. Look like vampire act like one, can walk in plain day light and more importantly the ability to Open a Portal to Unworld . ( Vlad don't use this ability much and can only open small one as it is very energy consuming) -Meet his own ancestor Which is the Fentonightingale that Later Splited into Fenton and Nightingale (later change to Masters) leading to revealation that Jack and Him might be very distant Related. -Bickering With Time God (Do not trust the Clock Man that work for the Eyes) -Get Caught in War far too many time. -Meet Phantom (an odd entity that is oddly clingy to him) in the Great War. -Meet Other Some of the DP ghost when they still alive -The Horrible Bar incident that reveal Phantom true nature, an evil being that wish to turn the world back to it original nature of nothiness and try to turn vlad to the his side, Kill, Seal in Rock Case covered with Sigil to prevent Phantom from escape, Chuck it into the ocean. - The Contruction of the Coffin Ghost Portal. (Havent actually went into the Purgatory caused the CCP is one Way Portal. -Forming of many Hidden town that home supernatural being. Amity Park is one of them. - And many more unseen story >Daddy Stolen Ribbone saga (MB Vlad is sterile, he want to have kid but can't.) -The Vampire cult that he have grudge with attemp to Clone or at least created a child that have Vlad Power through ritual and cult like method. Imagine Danny Clone but even more mess up . -Vlad end the life of most of them by his own hand (they are suffering, it is best to let them go) -Birth of Danielle: +Danielle Evelyn Masters or just Dani/Dee for short is the only Stable child come out of this whole odeal. She is Created From Vlad Ribone like a Twisted Eve. And like in the book it caused both of them to be very attached to each other in a Fatherly Daughterly Way. +Dee Have Vlad Ghost power and Demonic Power but No ghost form (Her default funtion as both and whether she is in ghost mode or Human mode is all Up to energy control) and no connection to Unworld there for she can't open portal to Unworld. Dual Soul nature Wind/Fire.

+She like Frog and is interested in Marine biology (which Vlad have full support over, she have a room fill with Vlad hand made frog plusie that she all named. +He raise her teach her everything he know about how to deal with supernatural being and how to Snipe Vampire from a long distant with pin point accuracy.

+An kidnapped incident with the Vampire cult latter resulted in Dee Death at the age of 12 (1999), and Vlad becoming fully Merged into one Being with Plasmius. and wipe out the entire vampire cult in a horrible Vlad the impaler way). +After wiping out the remainder of the cult, vlad go into retirement and work as a wall Painter < he work supper fast on celling painting and no one know why> >The Boy Who Fly (2 year before the start of actual MB story) -Danny Gain his power at the age of 10, his parent know. The event of Portal acivation caused the whole town to have a black out. -They move House alots for 2 year. And Jack try his best to make his family as normal as they can be after accidenly k his friend all those year ago and now half eff his own son. -They finding out amity park their new home is on accident when the RV engine die mid way through the middle of no Where (The town shown it self to those in need) -Danny hide his abiltiy. But after a gym incident. and getting Praise by his peer for it instead of scold like with the adult Danny start getting bolder using Floating power around his new friend when no adult is watching. <Vlad who is Working on the Giant Raven paiting for the School Saw this and know imediately What Danny is> -They offically meet each other on the the roof top, when Danny mom ask him to go down the store and by some bread and he decided to try to Air Frog Swim to it. They become friend and Vlad even teach Danny how to fly properly before having to leave (they visit each other alots after the revealation, and vlad is a good adult friend that Danny can talk to) (Danno forgot about the bread and return home breadless) -Jack may stop with the whole Paranormal hunter/ghost scientist job but not Maddie. She keep doing it behind his back due to danny special need in ecto base consumtion (he havent grow abit since the accident and keep getting smaller and it concerning) -Jack found out and they have a Fight. which lead to Maddie go to his Sister house. -Danny Found out about why his dad was so stressed out about ghost thing now. When looking through his parent old stuff with his new friend tucker. (Dude why does your parent have a Picture of the wall painter in thier old junk). He show the image to Vlad. -Danny Get jack to tell the story about the inccident. Dad what if i tell you that Your friend who die 18 year ago survived and is on our front door right now. Reunion, Jack feeling guilty about making them both like this. Go Get Maddie. Happy reunion of the trio. -Fenton Parent become accepting to Danny condition, Danny have a good mentor that can teach him ho to control his power And they live happy ever after for now

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Mmmmm.,, thinking about how if Tubbo nommed Tommy and Tommy grew just enough in his stomach to make a little bump.,,

Ok when I asked for sizeshifter Tommy getting nommed prompts, you got the message. You understood the assignment completely, you genius anon. Funnier yet, I had the same thought about Tommy shifting while in someone earlier, so you’re pyscic and also very much pandering to what i like to write and it’s working very well.

tw: vore, cursing

Btw, I took my shitpost idea from this post and made it a full story

“Tubbo, no.” Tommy deadpanned at Tubbo, who looked back at him with puppy eyes. “Tubbo yes!! You actually studied for this and I didn’t and if I flunk another test my dads gonna kill me!” the shorter teen whined. Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh. “Well then maybe you should’ve studied! I’m not gonna help you cheat this, I don’t even know how i would do that!”

Tubbo pouted and gave him a death glare that he ultimately couldn’t hold as long as Tommy could, so he sighed in defeat and started to get ready for school.

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School went pretty well for Tommy. He’d been pestered about the test a few more times by Tubbo, but he ignored most of the advances. He was just walking from the class he’d taken the test in to his next class when he got a text from his best friend: ‘meet me in the storage closet by the caf.’ Huh. Odd. Nevertheless, Tommy shrugged and headed that way. Not like he had much else to do at the moment.

He soon stepped into the storage closet, the heavy door closing behind him and shutting him in almost complete darkness as he fumbled around looking for a light switch. He could hear things clattering around him, but every time he reached in the direction of the noise, more noise seemed to come from another direction. What was going on? “Tubbo?” Tommy whispered. “You in here, big man?” Tommy said, a bit louder. No response, except the noises. Tommy could feel himself start to shrink in a bit as his movements became more sporadic looking for the light. “Seriously man, this isn’t funny!!” Suddenly, a loud clap sounded from behind him, scaring him and accelerating the shrinking he had already subconsciously been doing as he shrieked, now a measly 3 inches tall.

Suddenly he felt himself be lifted off the ground as the lights finally came on. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked up to see Tubbo holding him by his shirt collar, the heavy, large textbook that Tubbo had violently shut to make the clap noise now laying closed on the floor, looking smug with himself. Tommy glared daggers at him. “That was a low blow, Tubso.” “Of don’t be over dramatic,” the bigger teen smirked, “I’m just getting the help I need.” And with that, Tommy was tossed up into the air and quickly caught in Tubbo’s mouth. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing!!” Tommy shouted as Tubbo’s tongue lapped at his face. He was unceremoniously pushed into the side of Tubbo’s cheek as he tried to respond. “You just took the test, I’m going in to take the test now, so you can at least help me get some answers.” “You little-“ Tommy tried to finish before he was cut off by a loud swallow.

Tommy felt his legs get pulled down into the tight muscles of the throat. He tried to punch at Tubbo’s tongue to get his friend to spit him out but he only heard Tubbo chuckle as the muscles pulled him down to his shoulders and eventually sucked him in completely. Tubbo left the storage closet once he couldn’t feel Tommy in his mouth anymore and made his way to class. Tommy landed in his stomach with a dull thud as he heard the storage room door close and felt Tubbo start walking. Great. Didn’t this asshole know he had school, too?

Tommy pouted and laid back one of the wet spongy walls and slid down, begrudgingly accepting defeat. Eventually he felt Tubbo sit down, and he heard the lecturer start to speak, before silence once again. Tubbo poked his stomach. Tommy kicked at the wall where he had been poked. “You can’t just eat me and expect me to help you. Prick.” Another poke from the outside. Tommy kicked again.

There was an annoyed scoff from outside and soon the small space Tommy was sitting in practically folded in on itself as Tubbo moved to sit with his knees pressed against his torso. “Oh, fuck off, you dickhead!” Tommy shouted. “I’ll give you the fuckin answers, Jesus, just let up!!” Tommy could practically hear Tubbos smug grin as he put his knees back down and sat normally. Tommy sat fuming, giving Tubbo the answers to the test, waiting for the signal tap that signified his giant friend was ready for the next answer. So as Tommy sat and mindlessly rattled off information, he thought about what he could do to get a little revenge for the impromptu nom session. It was hard to think of something good enough. He needed something that was funny, but inconvenient, and that he could do from the stomach he was stuck in. Something that would piss Tubbo off in a playful way, and nothing that would cause him pain, maybe a bit of discomfort…wait. That’s it, that would work, all he had to do was time it right. The logical and mature side of Tommy’s brain said it was a bad idea: he’d never tried shifting while in a person before. Well, that part of his brain could fuck off for all Tommy cared. He’d never listened to it anyways. ‘Oh, this is gonna be so funny…’

****

A half an hour later, Tubbo finished the test. He was pretty proud of his successful plan to get Tommy to help him cheat, and he couldn’t see himself getting caught. There was no physical evidence of it, and he knew that as annoyed as he knew Tommy was, his best friend wouldn’t rat him out. He even made sure to fill in some answers wrong, it was foolproof! Tubbo leaned back, feeling the minuscule weight inside him, and if he focused hard enough, could even feel Tommy breath. He’d never get tired of how weird that felt, no matter how many times he ate Tommy. It gave him a sort of peace. He felt kind of bad for practically forcing Tommy into sitting in his gut, but it was his fault in the first place! If Tommy hadn’t refused to help him, Tubbo wouldn’t have had to resort to this! And he knew that Tommy would try to reign hell on him for this, but for the moment, he put that thought aside. There wasn’t much revenge Tommy could do from his stomach.

Tubbo soon heard the bell ring. And as soon as he went to stand up, he felt something inside him move. No, not move, grow. Double, triple the size Tommy was when he was swallowed, bigger than anything he’d ever even try to get down his throat, and all within the span of a second. The sudden shock of the change mixed with the uneven and unfamiliar added weight in Tubbos body made him fall backwards with a yelp, landing on his ass and knocking over a chair in the process. He heard some kids laugh at him on their way out the door, and saw other just stare. He could feel his face get hotter from the embarrassment. He not only heard, but felt Tommy laugh at him, the shifters now louder voice making the stomach walls around him vibrate slightly. And, oh god, that was a weird feeling.

Tubbo clutched his gut for dear life as he tried to stand. He grabbed a nearby desk and pulled himself up, doing his best to steady himself. And as soon as he finally managed to get used to the weight, more was added. He felt his stomach stretch around Tommy, more weight being added, making him stumble a bit more before he elbowed himself in the stomach, pulled his hood over his head, and tried to walk as quickly as possible to anywhere private, ignoring Tommy’s laughing fit.

Ten minutes later, Tubbo found a private, hidden area under a set of outdoor steps near his school. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it up to his ear just to be sure that if anyone saw him, they wouldn’t think he was a crazy person talking to himself. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Tubbo yelled, making Tommy laugh more. “Oh, you have no idea how much I would’ve paid to see the look on your face!” Tommy wheezed. “What did you do?” Tommy’s laughter died down as he tried to answer the question. “Well, I think that’s pretty obvious big man. I shifted.” “In me?!” “Well, yeah. Consider this payback for scaring me shitless and swallowing me without permission.”

Tubbo face palmed with his free hand and started to pace, feeling Tommy’s much larger form sway in his stomach and stretch it with every turn he made as he walked. “Ok, ok, fine I guess I deserved that. Just, why’d you have to do it in class? People were looking at me like I was an idiot. And how big are you even right now?” “Cause you are stupid,” Tommy answered part of the first question, but pondered the other. “I’d say a foot tall? Maybe a foot and a half?”

“A foot?!” “Yeah, that’s what I said. Listen, maybe.” “Alright, alright, ok, you’ve had your fun, now shrink so I can get you out of there and we can both go about our days.” Tubbo sighed. “No can do, big man.” Tommy replied simply, as if Tubbo were to have expected that answer. He didn’t. “Why the hell not?!” Tubbo yelled again, sitting on a step, to frustrated to keep pacing. “You put me in here in the first place. I’m now your responsibility, and you did this to yourself.” Tubbo felt a somewhat uncomfortable pressure on the front of his stomach and pulled up his shirt, partially horrified and partially amazed to see the front of his belly pushing forwards, slight imprints from under his skin. Tommy’s hands. Before Tubbo could even get a word out, Tommy finished: “Remember, I’m not stuck in here with you. You’re stuck out there with me.” The pressure released, and Tubbos abdomen went back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be. It still looked somewhat bloated for obvious reasons, the outline of Tommy practically indistinguishable from any other stuffed gut to everyone but Tubbo, but it wasn’t anything his hoodie couldn’t hide. Tubbo made it a point to stand up from the step quickly to try and jostle Tommy, but only succeeded in making himself feel a quick pit in his stomach, making him instinctually hunch over as it stretched downwards to accommodate Tommy’s weight. “Whatever. I’m done talking to you.” Tubbo replied sternly before walking off to his next class, which he was now horribly late for. “Sounds good, but I’m not quite done talking to you yet.” So the next 10 minutes was spent with Tubbo walking to class and Tommy rambling about increasingly bizarre topics in an attempt to irritate Tubbo, and with Tubbo unable to respond without being heard since he’d put his phone in his backpack like an idiot and now couldn’t reach it.

***

He walked into his next class 20 minutes late, and as quickly as possible made his way to his empty chair next to Ranboo, who started giving him weird looks a few minutes after he sat down. Tubbo gave him a weird look, and Ranboo looked back utterly confused and somewhat distraught looking. Tubbo shrugged and went back to his work, trying to pick up what the teacher was saying and drown out Tommy’s nonsense. Ranboo didn’t stop giving him weird glances though, and he seemed to be getting more and more anxious. Tubbo was about to ask him what was wrong when surprisingly Ranboo stood up and addressed the teacher. “Excuse me, I have a really bad headache. Like, it’s hard to concentrate and I’m seeing spots and it’s all around just really awful, can I go to the nurse, please?” He was given permission and was told to take someone with him, roughly grabbing Tubbo by the arm and practically dragging him out of the classroom as fast as possible.

At this point, Tubbo was worried. Ranboo was an introverted guy, there’s no way he’d draw that much attention to himself in class unless it was an emergency. He got even more worried when Ranboo dragged him past the nurses office and into a storage closet not dissimilar to the one Tubbo and Tommy had been in earlier. “Boo, are you alri-“ “Out of curiosity, where’s Tommy?” Ranboo interrupted. Tubbo froze. “Ummm…I don’t know, why do you ask?” He replied, trying not to sound as guilty as he was as Tommy, who had been silent since Ranboo had dragged Tubbo out of the classroom, mumbled to himself. Something about Tubbo being an asshole. “Oh, maybe because once you came in late and sat down I started hearing Tommy. Quiet, muffled, even, but I know his voice. That, and literally no one besides Tommy can talk about absolutely nothing for so long.” Tubbo heard Tommy let out an offended scoff and a “fuck you” at Ranboo, who apparently also heard it. “See, there it is again! You can hear him to, I know it. So where is he? I thought he was in your backpack, but you didn’t bring it with you to the ‘nurses office,’” Ranboo said, putting in air quotes, “so I don’t know where else I’d be able to hear him from.” Tubbo was left speechless again. Luckily for him, or actually rather unlucky, depending on how you look at it, Tommy was incapable of being left speechless. “In here, Ranboob!!” Tommy shouted, punching the front of the stomach walls, making Tubbo let out a hiss of pain as he punched himself in the stomach. Ranboo just stared blankly. “He’s…he’s in there?” Ranboo asked, pointing at Tubbo’s midsection. Tubbo sighed and nodded. Thank god he had to explain this to Ranboo and not some rando who didn’t know that he and Tommy did this regularly. “I thought that no one besides you could hear him when you ate him? I’ve never heard him from in there before.” “Probably because I’ve never been this big in a person before.” Tommy shouted in reply. “He’s a fucking foot tall, Ranboo. He’s making me miserable.” Tubbo deadpanned. “Just returning the favor!” Tommy shouted. “Ok, ok, wait, what happened, I’m so confused.” Ranboo questioned.

Tommy and Tubbo filled Ranboo in on what went down, who had his face in his hands by the end of the explanation, his thoughts clear to Tommy and Tubbo: ‘why do I have such idiot friends?’ “…ok,” Ranboo finally spoke out, “If anyone asks, I have a fever and you two, er, well, Tubbo helped me walk home. School ends in, like, 3 hours anyways, so it should be fine.” Tubbo and Tommy both seemed ok with that idea, so they went back to Tommy’s house, since Tommy’s family was at work, where Ranboo made both Tommy and Tubbo apologize for being assholes to each other, eventually convincing Tommy to shrink back down and finally give Tubbo a break. Tubbo didn’t spit him out though, and from the one sided conversation Ranboo was hearing, it seemed like Tommy was fine with that. Soon enough, all three were taking a nap.

***

At 2 o’clock, Phil got home, surprised to find the front door unlocked. He carefully made his way inside the house, looking for anything that could have been stolen or god forbid a thief still in the house. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Until he got to Tommy’s room, where he found Ranboo and Tubbo asleep on a backup comforter they kept around for the two when they slept over. Phil only had to wonder briefly where Tommy was, until his mind registered Tubbo’s hand, which was pressed protectively against his stomach. ‘Wait, shouldn’t they still be in school?’ Phil thought. But he took one look at the sleeping teens and decided he would chew them out later, turning of the light and closing the door.

[cozycryptidcorner]

Kinktober 3: Naga/Semi-public

Tags: naga, semi-public, is there a word for female cockwarming? pussy warming??? idk, uhhh, yeah

You don’t know why you find the upper levels of the library so enticing. Once the archives are closed, no one very much cares to venture up to the near-attic, the scent of carefully dusted wood calming after a day of stressing over whatever class you feel like you’re falling behind in. Up here in the rafters, surrounded by ancient scripture and stories of lands almost forgotten, you can slip out of your mind and focus solely on what you must.

Okay, well, scratch that, maybe you do know why you like it up here. Thunder roars in the near distance, shockwaves of sound vibrating against the windows and stone of the walls. It doesn’t take too much of a temperature shift outside to suck out all the heat through the thin sheet of glass separating you from the raging storm, and by the way a frigid nose pokes beneath your skirt, someone doesn’t find the cold as enticing as you.

With a steady hand, you turn the page of your textbook, eyes scanning the page as a scaled tail wraps around your ankle. Tapping your pen against your notebook, you practically glare at the illustration, trying to ignore the imploring fingers slipping beneath your underwear. All you offer in response is a quick shift of your hips to ease his struggle, his breath almost cool against the wetness between your thighs.

“Malak,” you half-whisper, tangling your fingers in his white hair. “You said you would help me study.”

“I’m cold, baby,” he hums in response, hiking up your skirt further up to your waist. Teeth graze against your inner thigh, nothing more than a playful nip, but it melts your insides down to a boiling point. “Let me warm up first.”

Swallowing thickly, you only turn back to your schoolwork, trying to angle yourself on the chair in a way that lets you spread your legs as far as necessary. Focus, focus, focus, your mind chants as his tongue slowly teases the skin around your lips. Intention when casting runes is just as important as the markings themselves; to fully produce their desired effect, one must-

A burst of pleasure runs up the length of your spine; you have to catch yourself before you let out a sobbing whimper. Malak’s tongue has graced your clit with its presence, his bright blue eyes looking up from under the table with a sly triumph. Clamping your mouth shut, you turn back to your work, trying to focus on making a flashcard with the proper vocab words as he spreads the skin of your pussy out.

Trying to keep your voice steady, you say, “what are the three virtues one must exhibit while casting runes?”

“Clarity,” he kisses your slit, “focus,” another kiss, “and aplomb.”

“Good,” you manage to get yourself under control, taking a sip out of your thermos, “glad to see you’re keeping up.”

He makes a purring noise, flattening his tongue and licking from top to bottom, little sparks of thrill running through your core. Then, just to be infuriating, you think, he lets out a small whimpering noise that sets your entire being on edge. Still, there’s no one around to hear his little show of subjugation, so you decide to let it slide.

Up, down, up, down, a smile on his face as you wrap a leg around his cool back.

Keeping your voice under control, you look over your notes. “What is considered the rune for this modern age?”

He waits for a beat, flicking his tongue against your opening, then says, “Synthetic Moderna.”

You shudder as he delves back down, but you have to nod your head. “Ri-right. What about- what about the Acadian Revival?”

“A period in the nineteenth century revolving around the idea that older magicks were somehow better than modern- do I have that right?” Without waiting for your answer, his mouth closes on the upper part of your pussy, slowly pushing his tongue between your folds, sliding it back and forth against your clit.

You suck in your breath. “Y-yeah, that’s it exactly.” Trying to convince your quivering core that everything is alright and you don’t have to pay attention to what’s happening between your legs, you turn the page, eyes dancing over the chapter for more important information. “And what put the Acadian magic back into obscurity?”

You think you can feel his eyes rolling, but you’re so focused on the letters in your book that you don’t look. “Older magic was useful for the older world. New technologies mean new uses that don’t coincide with those ancient concepts.”

“Yes, that’s- that’s correct.” You don’t understand how he can be so very casual about everything while his tongue slowly probes your entrance, nor could you ever fathom why he might not insist you pay his own body any mind. Still, you suppose that you’re grateful for the release.

“Have I earned my prize yet?” He asks, batting his pale, thick eyelashes at you.

“Not yet,” your chest is tight, your core even hotter. “We need to get through this unit first.”

“Mmph,” he complains against your pussy, taking one of your lips and nipping gently with his fangs.

You don’t want to ask him for any more information, mostly because his face feels awfully nice against your throbbing core, but you also don’t want him to flunk out, no matter how much he seems to know his stuff, he has a nasty habit of not showing up to exams. “Who is an influential figure that began the development of Synthetic Moderna?”

He shivers against your body, tail wrapping up your shin and closing in on your knee. “Alphonsa Rodrigez.”

For being at the mercy of someone hellbent on making you cum, you think you’re doing an outstanding job at ignoring him… until his fingers become involved. Your vision blurs despite your desperate attempts to focus on anything and everything but him. Clearing your throat, you continue, “and what exact discovery did Doctor Rodrigez discover?”

He moans into your pussy, his throat rumbling low and sweet. Now that his fingers are involved, the stroking of your clit doesn’t cease when he looks back up at your face, “isn’t she the one who came up with the three virtues?”

You inhale sharply as he presses his thumb into your slit, but say, “no, she wasn’t the one to finalized the three virtues into mainstream practices… it has to do with the idea of clarity, though.”

“Oh,” he says, realization in his eyes as he offers a kiss to your thigh, “right, wasn’t she involved in the development of neural observation when it came to the actual casting?”

“Ye-Es!” Your voice lilts and almost becomes a whine as Malak, the fucking bastard, closes his mouth around your clit and sucks just as you open your mouth. You clap your hands over your mouth, face red, hoping desperately that no one heard. Judging by the lusty smile on his face, he knows what he did, and you feel the urge to smack him upside the head. ” Malak!”

“Careful, baby,” he says, infuriatingly quiet, “someone might hear you.”

As though the universe heard his words and decided that it would be super funny to turn against you in the worst way imaginable, you hear footsteps. Sucking in air, you’re quick to fix your posture, wrapping your legs around Malak’s neck in the hopes of keeping him still. Despite the hazy layer of sweat on your temple, you think, you hope that you don’t look like… well, like someone is mouth fucking you beneath the table.

“Are you alright?” A head pokes out from the back, eyebrows raised. A grad student you recognize, he’s one of the TA’s in your least favorite class this semester, though you’d never tell him that.

Silently, you thank every god who might have brought the desk you’re sitting at because it’s one of the older fashioned ones, the kind that closes off and hides whatever might be underneath from passersby. Briefly, you wonder if the person who first made them had this exact reason behind it. Malak’s tongue doesn’t give you an ounce of reprieve, working almost harder to flush your face, hoping with all the power in his fingers that you might squeal with pleasure.

But you’re stronger than that, more determined than he, so you offer up a casual smile and a noncommittal shrug. “Sorry, Martin, I saw a spider. You know how I am with those.”

“Ri-ight,” he says, drawing out the center syllable for longer than you would like. Maybe he’s just mocking you for the phobia? “Of course, sorry for interrupting.”

“Oh, I’m just studying-”

“Of course, goodbye.” And just like that, his head ducks back between the books, gone and embarrassed for reasons you don’t want to think about. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a tail poking out from where the wooden board almost meets the floor, thrashing about like in some kind of distress. Or some sort of perverse pleasure.

You don’t have time to feel shameful because Malak is attacking your body with a much more vicious gusto than you had thought him capable of… okay, well, maybe not, but you did think he would at least wait until the study session was over. Steadily, with so little mercy, he sucks on your clit directly; you have to bite down on your hand to keep from crying out.

Even if you offer up a meager question, you know that he’s so focused on your pleasure that he couldn’t be bothered to answer. You’re almost afraid that you might be squeezing his head too tightly, but he doesn’t seem bothered in the least, arm snaking around one of your legs to shift and position however he needs. Out away, then back closer when a chill of coldness threatens his delicate skin.

He’s sucking now, sucking on your clit, except it’s not like those quick, kissing motions; it’s full-on, and your vision tangles with a web of black. Everything in your core is tight, hot, yet Malak is cool enough to tie your body down to the mortal plane, even if he’s relentlessly licking like his life depends on your orgasm. And there, you can feel it coiling in your stomach. You have to bite down on your sleeve lest you start whining like a pup. With your other hand, though, you rake your fingers through his hair.

Now he’s looking at you, crystalline eyes filled to the brim with smug satisfaction. Still, his tongue moves against your lower regions with the skill of a well-seasoned whore, a kind of his own desperation on his face. Almost like his very being depends on your pleasure. He gently pushes a finger into your pussy, curving it slightly to hit that one specific spot, then slowly begins to massage your inner walls, and you are over.

You can feel the beginning of the orgasm creep up inside your core, small tendrils of pleasure reaching out through your nerves. The steady building turns into waves, though, morphing from a modest sort of feeling to something large, bright, and overshadowing everything else. Something slick and hot rushes through your pussy, trickling out and into Malak’s eager and waiting mouth.

The sounds he makes while drinking your cum are obscene, even though he tries to keep quiet, just as you asked. But he doesn’t slow down and instead lets you ride out your orgasm on his face, tongue still licking and mouth continuously kissing despite your body’s slow decline off that high. Everything in your body seems to shut off, muscles relaxing as the final rolls of pleasure ebb away, until you’re barely nothing more than a shivering, boneless mass on the chair.

He crawls up your body then, every movement with purpose and vigor. He kisses your stomach, a shiver pulsing out from it, then up your sweater, pausing at your collarbone, then goes to your neck. You wrap your arms around his torso and your legs around his waist, snuggling up against his solid, large body to ground yourself.

“Babe?” He asks.

“Yeah?”

“What leap of advancement does Synthetic Moderna have over its many predecessors?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Incorrect! That's a penalty."

[markberries]

the one that got away.┊na jaemin

•  info: a perfect couple who just couldn’t get timing right.  

• warnings: none

• genre: light fluff, angst, fem reader

• word count: 997

• a/n: this was just a short thing i wrote while i was in my feels, i recommend listening to the one that got away by katy perry while reading! if people like this then i might make a part two. mwah love u all

na jaemin was, and quite plainly put, your first love.

you had been single throughout your entire high school career, that was until the fateful beginning of your junior year. tests on top of tests, stacks of textbooks, and loud students were the main reasons you hated high school.

na jaemin knew you, or he knew of you. he was an idiot, a complete goof, but you somehow let his bright smile and witty humor sweep you off your feet.

when you two spotted each other in the hallways, he would grin at you, and you would give him a small wave, your movements restricted as you carried your school supplies in your hands. his friends would lightly push him in your direction, a pink tint forming across his face. you would brush it off, continuing to your next class as the hallways filled with classmates speaking loudly, and jaemin’s laugh echoing.

you two had one class together during junior year: psychology. a class that jaemin nearly flunk, until you rushed to his side to tutor him in order to make sure he got above fifty for his final grade.

you two went to the library together for your fourth study session, black coffees grasped in each of your hands, backpacks slung over your arms.

he was finally beginning to understand the subject, having explained to him the idea of social construct nearly three times, and you felt a little bit of pride creeping up on your ego.

“you know? we should do this again. maybe not as a study session, and maybe not at a library..”

thinking about the words jaemin said that day made your heart clench, it made you want to shove your head in a pillow and scream, but you did not regret it; no, you could never regret it.

the start of your relationship began to bloom, it was filled with cuddles and kisses placed across each other’s faces. it was full of lines like, “you’re so cute when you smile” and “you’re absolutely gorgeous”. when you saw him, he would envelope you in his arms, burying his head into your neck as you two stood there, stuck in time, only thinking about each other.

after a good few months, the arguments began to roll in, they were stupid arguments though, most of you barely remembered the topics. they would have you two accusing each other, throwing insults back and forth to hurt each other, but it was never enough to break you two. those fights would end in a phone call, jaemin’s small voice on the line saying, “i miss you. please come see me.”

during your fifth month of being together, you told jaemin you loved him, and jaemin told you he loved you back. you two were in his bed, you poking at his cheeks as he enjoyed the attention he gained from you. you two loved cuddling together, and just existing together.

he giggles at you, pinching your cheek. in response, you squished his own cooing, “you’re so goddamn cute, i love you!”

his eyes went wide, followed by you mimicking his expression as you were quick to slap a hand over your mouth in embarrassment. then, a wide smile spread across his face as he pulled you closer to him, rolling over to go on top of you as he smothered you in kisses.

“i love you too!”

when senior year rolled around, you two went to orientation together. people didn’t care, but some people were surprised that a junior couple stayed together for nearly a year. you didn’t mind, you were just happy you had jaemin.

on your one year anniversary, jaemin set up a nighttime picnic for you two. of course, there was a cameo by his friends, jeno, renjun, and jisung, who performed a terrible version of “i will always love you” by whitney houston, making jaemin cringe as you clapped your hands in glee.

“i thought you guys said you practiced this!” jaemin whined that day.

“we did. once.”

the night had butterflies erupting in your stomach as you two watched the sunset together, fairy lights surrounding the red and white checkered blanket.

on that day, you knew that you never wanted to let jaemin go. he felt like your other half, and it felt like you two were absolutely perfect together.

but now, in the current present, you asked yourself, “where did we go wrong?”

you two stayed together for the rest of senior year, but then, he moved to another city to become a trainee, which was an hour flight away. not too long and not very costly, but to a new trainee and a full time uni student, it wasn’t very convenient.

it started out okay, you visited him every two weeks as he couldn’t really travel back to the city you lived in, and sometimes he would be busy but he would always tell you before you bought a plane ticket.

soon enough, he began getting busier, schedules being packed as his debut was merely around the corner, while finals ate away at you.

you two always texted each other, called, facetimed, until you two didn’t. until you two finally called it off.

the fight was the worst, it was when you went to visit him, and the day he forgot to say he was busy on. you screamed at each other, you complaining about how he was always busy, him complaining that you were too clingy and needy, and then, the silence came.

“we don’t have time for each other anymore,” you whispered.

“i know.”

“i love you so much.”

“i love you too.”

and that was it.

you saw him on tv, now and then. his group’s music videos and comeback stages would come on your recommended, and in response, you would either turn off your tv or close your laptop.

no matter how much you wanted to forget, na jaemin would always be your first love.

[catracorner962]

Karaoke

I promise I can write something that’s pure fluff. See?! 

In the newly renovated Fright Zone, the gang is having a party. Catra and Glimmer duet Shaggy. Catra has a surprise. --- AJ Michalka has a phenomenal voice and covers "Warriors" on the SheRa soundtrack. She does this in character as Catra and even says "Hey Adora," at the end, what else did you expect me to do with that except come up with an excuse for Catra to sing this for Adora? I'm sure this has been done before this is just my take. Also whenever I hear "Wasn't Me," or "Angel," by Shaggy I imagine Glimmer and Catra getting drunk and singing it.

Adora brought a hand to her nose, trying to cover her snorting laughter. Besider her Bow swayed in time to the music. Light flashed from above blue and pink.

“HA!!”

Adora couldn’t stop herself, exploding into a fit of giggles, nearly toppling the cocktail in her hand. Nearly sending pink liquid all over her white pants and halter top.

On the stage, her girlfriend and her best friend sang like they hadn’t a care in the world.

“How could I forget that I had given her an extra key? All this time she was standing there she never took her eyes off me!”

Glimmer sang into the mic, her purple leather skirt sparkling in the stage lights.

“Wooow! Yeah Glimmer!” Bow cheered, he took another sip of his beer. More delicately then anyone else around them and probably the only one with a modicum of sobriety left. All around them people sang along, swaying and trying to dance.

“To be a true player you have to know how to play!” Catra sang, winking at Adora from her place on the stage. Her hair had grown out again in the year after the war. Already falling just beyond her shoulders. Adora took a sip of her drink to conceal the blush rising in her cheeks.

“ To be a true player you have to know how to play, if she stay a night, convince her stay a day, Never admit to a word when she say. And if she claim, ah, you tell her, "Baby, no way"

“But she caught me on the counter!” Glimmer’s voice cracked but she kept going,  

“It wasn’t me!” Catra leaned forward into the mic.

“Saw me banging on the sofa!” Glimmer laughed, leaning in to meet Catra halfway.

“It wasn’t me!”

“I even had her in the shower!”

“They’re not bad,” Bow admitted whispering in Adora’s ear. The blonde nodded, pulling a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. Catra had convinced her to wear it down for once.

“Saw the marks on my shoulder!” Glimmer and Catra sang in unison. Catra unsheathed her claws in flash, winking again, this time a little more suggestively at her girlfriend in the audience. Cheers erupted throughout the bar, an eager welcome Adora thought, her chest warming. To have Catra greeted with rounds of applause rather than boos and hisses and threats.

“ Honey came in and she caught me red-handed, creeping with the girl next door, picture this, we were both butt-naked, banging on the bathroom floor. I had tried to keep her from what she was about to see, why should she believe me when I told her it wasn't me.”

Glimmer and Catra belted through the mic. It was all Adora could do not to transform into Shera. Just the sight of seeing Catra in the limelight, black pants held up by suspenders, her white shirt open just a tad too loose. She took a swig of her whisky mid chorus and continued to sing.

“I have to hand it to Scorpia and Perfuma; they've really done wonders with the Fright Zone,” Bow mused. He clapped along to the music and finished his drink.

“They sure have!” Adora answered, finally turning her attention from the stage. “Glad they were able to renovate the place into a karaoke bar. Somewhere in the distance Mermista’s groan could be heard, Adora turned. Seahawk and the water princess sat at one of the tables, the pirate’s eyes wide with amazement at the flaming martini set down before him.

“Should I….?” Adora made a b-line towards their table. Mermista flunk out her hand, a spray of water dousing the flames.

“Just drink it,” she groaned to Seahawk’s evident dismay. Adora bit back a grin. It had been awhile since they’d been able to just kickback and relax, indulge even. Post-war meant bringing magic to all the galaxy. Which meant traveling around, squashing the last of Prime’s brotherhood. Plus meetings after meetings and much needed reconciliation between Catra, Entrapta, Wrong Hordak, Scorpia and everyone else. It had been trying and difficult and the work was far from finished. But tonight, tonight was a chance to simply let loose.

“Honey came in and she caught me red-handed, creeping with the girl next door, picture this, we were both butt-naked, banging on the bathroom floor. How could I forget that I had, given her an extra key, All this time she was standing there, she never took her eyes off me!!” Glimmer and Catra finished in unison. Again cheers lifted from the crowd. Glimmer bowed, losing her balance until Catra caught her by the arm to steady her and they made their way down the stage.

“Wow, that was...wow,” Scorpia’s face nearly matched the color of her claws. “That was..I don’t think I understood half those words! But uhh next, next...we have...Perfuma! Who I’ve been told is going to do an...an interpretive dance called Ode to Rain, so that will be….uhh….fantastic.” Scorpia laughed nervously but clapped all the same while Perfuma seemingly floated up the stage.

“Hey!” Glimmer greeted Adora with a hug and Bow with a kiss.

“You were great!” Bow put his arm around her waist. “Who knew you and Catra could duet so well together!”

Glimmer laughed, full and hearty, accepting a glass of sparkling wine from Bow.

“Where is Catra?” Adora looked around the crowd. “I thought she came down with you?”

“She said she had to get ready for something,” Glimmer shrugged.

Adora nodded, trying to quell the bubble of anxiety that threatened to rise.

Catra would be fine, she can be left alone. She’s not a child. She’s perfectly capable.

Bodies pressed against Adora in the maylay of the crowd. Talking and drinking and laughing. The lights flashed all around them. Dizzying.

There’s so many people here….what if...there could be….threats. Some clone we forgot?

Someone wanting to take Catra down?

Adora forced herself to breathe, gripping her glass tight.

“Adora, you alright?” Glimmer touched her arm.

“Yes!” She smiled automatically, “I’m great!” She took a breath, eyes flicking upward as Perfuma left the stage.

Still no sign of Catra.

“It’s just...I worry sometimes...I worry about leaving Catra alone sometimes...what if there’s…”

Glimmer opened her mouth to respond when a cool light drifted across the crowd from above to the stage.

“Adora….you might want to…” Glimmer pointed. Adora followed her gaze, jaw nearly dropping to the floor. Silhouetted against the limelight a lone figure stood before the mic. The outline of someone wearing a tight fitting black dress that fanned out toward the bottom. Catra’s tail swished nervously behind her, ears flicking. She stepped forward, the high slit of her dress revealing one leg as she moved. The light illuminating her freckled face, mismatched eyes gleaming.

“Oh my….” Adora took the last sip of her drink. Beside her bow gasped. Even Glimmer’s eyes stared wide with shock. The hub-bub of the crowd died instantly, everyone holding their breath. Even Emily and Entrapta, who were observing in the corner, fell silent.

Catra’s shaky inhale of breath sounded through the mic throughout the bar. Adora waited, stunned. Taking in her girlfriend, the deep V of her dress, the way she shifted her weight. Then finally, after a mini-eternity, Catra’s eyes slipped close and her voice drifted out:

“We're warriors, unstoppable. We feel the evil coming, and shadows all around.”

She sang low and haunting, each word a melodic whisper. Goosebumps rose on Adora’s skin.

“Danger surrounds us, but won't bring us down. We're on the edge of greatness, turning darkness to liiightt,”

Her voice undulated and moved like the waves, the crowd beginning to hum. She opened her eyes, gold and blue sparkling in the light. Catra’s gaze looked through the throngs of people finally meeting Adora’s. The blonde felt her knees shake, she passed her glass to Glimmer without looking away. Catra smiled,

“We're right beside you, ready to fight. We must be strong! And we must be brave! We gotta find every bit of strength that we have and never let it go!”

“Wooo!! Yaaaah!!!” People exclaimed, clapping. Catra’s smile widened, she took the mic from it’s stand, now walking across the stage, tall and proud and brimming with pride. Adora’s cheeks ached, beaming with a smile. She too clapped along.

“We're bound to this struggle, with mighty sword and flame, we'll never fail you, when you call our name.”

She turned, again meeting Adora’s radiant face across the audience. Their eyes met, though Adora could hardly see her through a fog of tears pressing against her eyes. Her heart expanded so fast and full she thought it would explode. Catra too grinned with confidence, revealing pointed fangs. Her eyes dazzled, shoulders lifting as she sang, not once looking away from Adora.

“Together we'll be heroes, joining forces as one. Strong as the steel we carry, we rise like a su...uu...uu...un!”

She hit the note perfectly, the whole bar erupting into ecstatic joy.

“Yeah Horde Scum!” Glimmer fist pumped at the air, jumping up and down. Off to the side of the stage, Perfuma pat Scorpia on the shoulder through her tears.

“That’s my wildcat!”

Catra sang through another round of the chorus, parading back and forth. People reached out from below towards her, laughing and whooping.

“Cause we're warriors, we are unstoppable,nothing's gonna get in our way. We're gonna win in the end….”

Catra sang through the last chorus, coming to stand gracefully before the microphone stand once more.

“We're gonna reach inside, still together and fight and never let it go. We must be strong…” She finished with a flourishing whisper. Looking at Adora from her poised position stage, she blinked, slowly, her own voice cracking with emotion.

“Hey Adora.”

Tears streamed down Adora’s face, her heart hammering in her chest. She could feel herself glowing, transforming, this time brought on by pride and admiration for Catra. Catra who only sang in secret, in dark places, until now. Catra who had always deserved every bit of attention and affection and praise but never got it, until now. Catra who was so guarded who never let herself betray emotion or vulnerability, until now.

There was a white flash, people gasped, and Adora didn’t need to look down at herself to know she’d become Shera.

Catra climbed down from the stage with Scorpia’s assistance and made her way Adora, people parting for her instantly, cheering and clapping.

“Catra! Y...you! You’re…”

Catra’s lips cut off the rest of her sentence, pressing in a full deep kiss, nearly melting against Adora, well, Shera’s chest. Adora put her arms around her girlfriend holding her close, one hand to the small of her back. She had to control herself in public after all, though it was hard to do with her girlfriend looking so...so ravishingly gorgeous, so happy and exuberant. A new round of tears spilled down her cheeks.

“I knew you could sing,” she breathed, breaking the kiss only to press her forehead against Catra’s which required her to lean down a little more in this form. “But not...l...like that.”

Catra laughed, holding Adora’s hand to her face and leaning into her touch. The ruckus of people seemingly disappearing. The only thing that mattered, the center of her universe was already right in front of her.

“I love you,” Catra whispered.

“I love you too, so much.” Adora pulled her in for another kiss, the cheers escalating around them.

Catra rolled her eyes only to be shoved by Glimmer’s arms around her waist.

“Catra, where was that voice when we were singing?! I need to up my game!”

“That...that was beautiful Catra!” Bow wiped his eyes with his yellow jacket. “Absolutely beautiful.”

“Alright, alright Sparkles,” she pulled away from Adora’s hold. “Next time we do Angel by Shaggy I’ll be sure to really sing it with pathos, yeah? And take it easy Arrow Boy your gonna get snot all over your jacket.”

Glimmer only rolled her eyes but gave Catra a kiss on the cheek.

“Well next rounds on me Wildcat!” Scorpia announced happily clapping Catra across the back gently. This time Catra didn’t stiffen or bristle at the touch but smirked. A testament to how far she’d come in such a short time. Adora could hardly contain her emotion.

“You may regret that Scorp.”

The night continued on, Catra changed back into more comfortable pants and dress-shirt. Rogeilo sang...well..grunt roared some prolonged ballad that no one but Lonnie understood. Mermista and Seahawk performed no less than seven shanties. A curtin was set on fire by the third one. Frosta entertained with a series of impressive ice sculptures and Double Trouble, dramatic as they were, impressions that left everyone’s sides sore from laughter. Scorpia closed out the evening, singing a rendition of “Beautiful,”  by Christina Aguilera that had everyone, even Catra in tears by the end. Though Catra swore her eyes were she only  irritated by the bright lights.

Adora put her arms around Catra from behind, still having advantage of being in her Shera form. Muscular arms holding her girlfriend close in the dark of the crowd while Scorpia, sang her last few notes. Catra swayed in tandem, tail going around her girlfriend’s leg, she leaned her back against Shera’s broad torso and hummed. Adora planted a kiss on the crown of Catra’s head. The mark of the Heart of Etheria glowing against her chest. In the mass of folks and the company of friends, lights glowing and Catra content in her arms, sniffled happily through tears of joy.

They had indeed won in the end.

[jojoboisimagines]

jngbuunbfui i love your writing and i just- iubtfjutftejnf.. may i perhaps suggest 4otaros reaction to a cheerleader josuke??? </3

A/N: anon how’d you know I was thinking about cheerleader josuke the other day

Jotaro(4) and Josuke :: Cheerleader

.::.

Jotaro incredulously glanced over the flyer his younger uncle had given him. The marine biologist had only been in Morioh for three weeks, and Josuke was already inviting him to his school. Though even so, Jotaro would’ve thought it’d be for something like a chaperone event, not a sports game. He was sure he never even mentioned liking sports to begin with.

If Josuke were any other kind of teenager, the older man would assumed this as a ploy to get him in so he could oogle some girls, but figured it’d seem out of character for him. Even if it came to that, Jotaro was sure he’d go to Okuyasu or one of his other friends rather than him.

“Hey why’re you looking like that? I’m gonna be performing you know!”

A grip on the paper. The shadow of Jotaro’s hat covered his expression as he looked up at Josuke.

“P-performing?”

“Yeah!” Josuke added enthusiastically. “Me and everyone have been practicing really hard. I know I probably don’t look like the kinda guy into this stuff, but trust me its gonna be awesome!” He reassuringly smiled at his nephew.

Well, there was no reason not to show support for his teenage uncle, so he nodded in agreement, stuffing the flyer into his bag. “I’ll be there.”

The glitters in Josuke’s eyes were practically visible, yelling a ‘thank you!’ as he continued on his way home from school.

.::.

God there was so many kids. Too much for Jotaro’s comfort. Every row was chock full of teenagers from different age ranges.

It was a far cry from the solemn beach he would spend the majority of his time in the city. He had to keep reminding himself he was doing this for Josuke, as the screams and curses of kids right beside him rang through his eardrums. 

Speaking of Josuke, he suspiciously wasn’t anywhere to be seen, not even on the benches. Hopefully he hadn’t caught a cold or something and had to flunk the game. Needless to say, Jotaro would not be happy if he came here for nothing at this point. Luckily, he saw two familiar figures walking towards him.

“Oi, Jotaro-san!” greeted Okuyasu, his hands full of snacks from the concessions stand, “I didn’t know you were gonna be here!” 

Koichi waved as well, looking like he was about to topple over from all the food he was holding (begrudgingly also for Okuyasu). Jotaro greeted them back, scooting over so they could have a seat.

“Woah, have you been here the whole time? Me and Koichi came at the half-time on purpose so we’d be in time to see Josuke!” Okuyasu said.

“Wait,” Jotaro blinked. “Why is Josuke playing at half-time?”

Okuyasu and Koichi gave each other a look, and then back to Jotaro. By their expressions, Jotaro dared to think they were about to ask him if he knew what was going on.

Before he could ask another question, the loud ‘wheew!’ of a whistle came through the eardrums, and a group of about 20 more students in blue and white outfits came out onto the field, pompoms in hand.

Including Josuke.

Jotaro’s jaw wanted to drop, but he was too stuck staring wide-eyed at his uncle in that uniform. This was the event he wanted to see?

The music started, and the cheerleaders started to chant their team’s name in Japanese. Flashes of blue and white completely covered that part of the field, the girls and guys doing flips and jumping in the air. Josuke wasn’t the only guy on the squad, but it was still clearly dominated by girls. He had used his hands for the girls to step and perform flips while doing a few of his own.

Jotaro didn’t even know he could do a flip..

“Yeeahh Josukeeeee!” “Jooosukeeeee!” His two friends yelled beside him, dropping some of their food in the excitement. The older man had to admit, Josuke did look really happy while up there dancing.

The music started to die down and for their final act, they formed the kanji of ‘Budogaoka High’ with their bodies. A flurry of ‘yays’ and pompom shaking went with them as they made their exit.

“Wow, Josuke really nailed it, right Koichi?” Okuyasu excitedly shoved more nachos in his mouth.

“Yeah, he’d been practicing really hard so I’m happy for him! What’d you think Jotaro-san?”

Jotaro sat there for a moment in silence, before tipping his hat over his eyes. “Yare yare, he could’ve told me he was a cheerleader instead of keeping it vague.”

A few minutes later, Josuke joined the group on the benches, looking tired and even a strand of his pompadour standing out. “Hey, you guys enjoying the game?”

He rolled his eyes after Okuyasu explained they weren't actually paying attention to the game. Though a bashful smile came onto his face at the shower of compliments his two friends were giving him.

“Thanks a lot! Hey Jotaro-san, I’m so glad you could make it! I know this probably isn’t what you expected, but your support means a lot!”

Jotaro finally smiled at his silly uncle. “I could tell you were really having fun out there. Nice job.”

The trio’s eyes widen at this rare display of his nephew. Josuke straightened up and spoke again, “Yeah, its takes a lot more work than I thought it would, you wouldn’t believe the struggle I went through just to make it on the team. I bet you didn’t know I could do a flip, huh? Didn’t even have to use Crazy Diamond!” He smirked triumphantly.

His nephew scoffed. “Well then, guess I’ll have to come see you do that again, huh?”

[katsukikitten]

Hi! I was wondering if you could could do bakugo with a depressed and self-harming s/o? Shes trying so hard not to do but it was one of those days that the urge was almost impossible to ignore? Sorry if its too dark, i just feel this very mood rn. Sorry to bother you and i love your work ❤️💕

This would never bother me love. Please feel free to message me should you need me. You have my full support and I will always help you to my best abilities.

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF HARM PLEASE DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'LL LOSE THE BATTLE. I KNOW YOU ARE STRONG YOU CAN DO THIS.

It sat on your shoulder, weighing down on your mind, body and soul. Wispy fingers digging into flesh as it peers over you too curious for it's own good.

It smiles a jagged tooth smile as it sees what has your heart and mind racing so erratically. It morphs all on it's own as you stare at the 34% written in blotchy red ink and it seems to whisper with a gravely voice.

*"Worthless."*

You twist at your skin on your forearms agitating old scars that burn to be reopened and picked over for the next few weeks. Your forearm reddens from the Indian burn you're giving yourself all the while your mind stays on a dark loop. Repeating things over and over as you try to understand this failing grade.

As you try to wrap your mind around how in the hell could this be your fifth one in a row.

You were going to fucking flunk, you were going to have to say good bye to your dreams, to all of your aspirations as a hero. You thought you might as well go back to the dorms and start packing now as you proved to yourself exactly what you've always known and exactly what it's always breathed down the nape of your neck.

*"Not good enough."*

The skin begins to bloom in blues and purples, much like a moody flower as you're absorbed in thought trying to break the cycle of it.

Trying to ignore the call of old burns on your ribs from your friends curling iron, trying so damn hard to not hear that the school is teaming with sharp objects to slice yourself with.

So absorbed really that you do not hear the bell dismissing school, only the rushing blood in your ears.

Oblivious to the burning eyes that watch your hand work, that have seen the scars in training but would never be shameless enough to ask.

He figured it out quickly, noticing with deft eyes the neatly set rows of dated scars, of their organization and as far as he knew you had never been captured.

A strong hand wraps around the wrist that has been twisting the past hour.

"Enough. It's just a grade. I'll help you study." All biting voice as his vice grip dies down. He has your backpack on what is normally his free shoulder. You blush furiously, feeling shame heat your cheeks as you hadn't realized you were being so obvious.

"Let's go Y/LN!" He shouts now from the door trying to keep the bite out of his voice.

He fails as the chair scrapes against the cold linoleum. He bites his lip waiting for you to fall into step.

The walk home is silent and awkward at best. Embarrassment creeps in reddish hues onto your cheeks as you think of who else may have seen you.

Who else noticed your unstable mind and insecure actions?

The thought has you subconsciously twisting again as thoughts swirl faster and faster as they think of what will relieve the tension.

Did you have any more razors? Surely one of the girls did, if not the corner store.

But did you have the extra cash?

As you rack your brain for either a hidden stash of instruments or cash it hits you. You had that lighter your stole ages ago. It only took 70 seconds for a burn to form. 70 agonizingly lovely seconds for your skin to warp and bubble until the pain was so numbing you felt your body go slack. Your brain finally giving you endorphins you so thoroughly craved.

And the best part about a burn is that it would hurt for weeks after, and especially so any time you introduced it to hear. Skin jaded from its previous encounter with unpleasantly warm.

Just as your nails begin to break skin a calloused hand has gripped your wrist once more. Hand slipping into yours while intertwining fingers in a bone crushing grip.

"Whatever it is you're thinking. You better not." Its a threat that actually scares you.

How had he read your mind? You swallow thickly while trying not to look any more suspicious under his exceptionaly watchful eye.

Once the two of you reach the dorm he squeezes your hand tightly, slipping your back onto your shoulder before growling in your ear.

"Whenever you feel...down you come to me." His voice is darker than you've ever heard before he lets go of your hand waltzing into the dorms.

Days pass with the single thought of painful released flooding your system.

Anytime you reached for your lighter you thought of burning red eyes.

Of the wraith that would be looming in them.

Of the disappointment.

You gulp down air as you try to fight it especially now that the inanimate object seems to have gained a voice.

A voice that echos what the wispy black beast that hangs onto your back screams in your ear.

*"Do it. Do it. DO IT!"*

It said it every time you were in the shower and around razor heads lying around, screeched when it saw the sharp edge of a broken tile in the bathroom. It yelled it during practice as you watched Todoroki's flame lick greedily at the ground, at the walls of the fake city.

Dancing in the sunlight as if it were a savior, calling out to be caressed as the paint beneath bubbled and warped.

Your fingers had reached out. Had begun to feel the heat.

Until you were so selfishly ripped away by strong hands and heated scarlet eyes.

Shoving you to continue the mission.

It took on new words now as you reached for your box in your closet. Taking down the black shoe box of sad poems and long forgotten notes from long forgotten friends.

And as you stare down at the scratched chrome rectangle, flopping open the top.

You still hear that magical sound of sloshing butane. Now you just have to hope the flint is still good. Hesitation seizes your muscles as your thumb rests on the steel wheel, is this really such a good idea?

Think of all of the people who abandoned you when they found out.

Think of the hurt shining in your parents eyes when they saw the scars littering your body, wondering what they did to make you so unhappy.

Think of how you only feel smaller when you do it.

You're about put it away, seal it back in its black converse labeled coffin when that wispy small thought you'd tried so hard to talk over is finally heard.

*"But think of how good it feels in the moment."*

With that your thumb comes fully down, the flint sparks igniting the soaked wick that now dances in the comfort of your room.

Singing its praises, asking you to come closer for a reward.

You listen, bringing your hand down slowly over the lit lighter, as the heat turns from pleasantly warm to Redding burn.

Closer still you push your palm until your skin is in the flame. Silently ticking by the seconds.

35 have passed as you're halfway there, the smell of skin is staring to waft onto the air as your skin has already become distorted, discolored as the flames lovingly leave your with a heated numbness.

At least for now.

A knock comes at the door, earning you a small yelp. Suddenly the fire has become hot, burning as you flick closed the top and drop the lighter.

"J..just a minute." You call out starring at your palm gripping at your wrist.

"Hurry up. We don't have much time to study before bed. Your retake is in two days." His voice comes out gruff starling you even more.

You hadn't asked for Bakugou's help, so why was the hot head barking on the other side of your door.

Shit.

This was getting worse by the second. With nothing to wrap your hand it you tell yourself you'll be able to hide it as you reach for the doorknob. Causing a pain to shoot from your hand all the way up to your shoulder as you force the fried nerves onto a cool surface. Twisting as you go.

Maybe it wasn't your best idea to use it on your dominate hand.

But what's done is done.

"We c...can go to the common room and study." You suggest but barges himself in anyway standing just inside your door as he thinks of the best way to avoid the landmine of clothes and books scatter across the hardwood.

"Too loud." He dismisses finding the perfect path to your desk.

The perfect path that has his boot toeing the lighter. Causing it to skid into his sight. He leans over to pick it up, feeling the warmth coming from it and finally placing the odd smell that lingers in your room.

He glares over his shoulder as your heart pounds in your throat, causing a lump to form as you see what you told yourself was going to be there.

Anger.

Disappointment.

Especially so with how neatly he sets down the test materials, stepping with precise foot steps before he stands in front of you.

Heated sugar begins to flood the room before a few uncontrolled pops ring our over his shoulders and forearms.

"What's this?" He asks calmly which scares you more than anything and when you cannot answer he notices you hiding your dominate hand.

"N..n..nothing Bakugou. I...I found it on campus and thought it looked cool. I wanted to..to keep it." You stumble with frayed nerves as you avoid his eyes, telling a half truth. You do collect odd things that you find. Thinking they bring you fortune and you did find the zippo on campus, just not this one.

He looks you over debating before he grits his teeth. Hand causing the lighter to explode.

"And then you lie to me." He comes out dark, rubbing you the wrong way as you think of all the other faces his match right now.

As you remember that they gave you their backs becoming nothing more than memories and empty promises immortalized on line paper that rots in a coffin made of a black converse box.

You cannot stop the tears as you fall to the floor. Crying loudly and openly, large droplets raining down onto your shirt and the hard wood floor.

Bakugou's own heart lodges in his throat as he stares down at you.

Per the usual fucking up how you're supposed to react.

This wasn't supportive like the internet had said. Nor was it loving.

Hell, if anything this was the exact opposite of what was advised to do. And here he stood losing his temper over something you clearly struggled with.

The worst part to him was that there was nothing he could do to change this, to alter how you feel. To stop you all together and force you into a different, more healthy coping mechanism.

No all he could was watch from the sidelines.

And Bakugou Katsuki was a starter.

He sighs sinking to his knees pulling you into him as you stain his pressed shirt. Dampen it until nothing else comes out and the numbness begins to set in.

All the while he smooths down your hair and let's his hand travel down your back in a loving warm touch. When he thinks you are done he pushes you away so he can stare into your gorgeous eyes and admits what he never thought he would.

"I can't fix this for you. I can't take it away. I cant fight it off. Kiss it away. Fuck it away. Or rip the urge from your body." He squeezes your shoulders tightly, "Only you can do that."

The two of you stay quiet as you realize the weight of his words.

"You're the only one strong enough to fight this. I can support you, I can be a shoulder to cry on, a punching bag whatever. But I can't fucking fix this for you." Another pop from his shoulders before he let's out a shaking sigh, "But I sure as fuck believe in you. You stopped once. You can stop again. As long as you keep getting back up Y/N it doesn't matter that you *ever* fell. So please....please let me help you. Let me be that shoulder, that punching back. That void you vent to."

More tears glisten in your eyes as he kisses your forehead, he pulls you back into another death grip hug, voice threatening to crack as he adds.

"Please let me help you kick this things ass."

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

What’s Kirsty’s relationship with Jess like? (I know you touched on it a bit in the Yale ask but I wanna know more!)

Short answer: “true friends don’t judge each other, they judge other people together” meets “slow burn found family”

Long Answer: oh boy buckle up we’re getting an Outline™ bc I really don’t know how to sum it up bc it’s a lot of growth and shit!  it’s like... many many paragraphs so I’m tossing this under a cut bc i don’t want to be murdered lmao

(I’m just... v proud of how much work went into planning out their whole arc and how the dynamic shifts and how certain plots play into things and I just wanted to share it all I couldn’t chill and I’m like half sorry but thank you for this ask I love them)

So when they first meet they don’t really get along because they’re just generally both kind of abrasive and shit, like it’s not personal on either end but they both generally push people away so that they don’t open themselves up to get hurt which makes their first couple of meetings kind of rough

but then there’s the dinner at Lorelai’s and Kirsty went outside because the whole vibe was just setting her on edge, and she hears the Lorelai rant bullshit (hi lorelai he’s seventeen and your an adult grow the fuck up) and as he leaves she goes after him — she tries to apologize for “my mom being... well, the way she is” and Jess immediately snaps back that he doesn’t want her pity, and Kirsty just shrugs and goes “nah dude I get it, parents suck.  My dad is a piece of shit and my mom, well, you’ve met her... not to mention she named Rory after herself and me after my piece of shit dad so I’m sure you can guess who her favourite child is” and just keeps it very chill and Jess takes that a lot better than pity and they end up talking for a bit and are like “yeah okay I can get along with you” and like they aren’t close but they both like pissing Taylor off and giving Luke ulcers so it works well enough

Kirsty absolutely flips her shit when Taylor calls the town meeting about Jess like she tears into him more aggressively than anyone has seen before and basically tells them all to shut the fuck up and “let him at least settle in before you pull out the fucking pitchforks” and goes off on them all for trying to bully a seventeen year old kid out of a town he didn’t even choose to move to and like Luke still gets there and flips his shit too but Kirsty is completely feral calling out the hypocrisy and telling them to get off their high horses and pull their heads out of their asses — like they might not be close but Kirsty is so far beyond pissed at the idea of Taylor calling a meeting literally just to get everyone to hate Jess that she can’t just stand there quietly 

Fast forward a bit and they’re getting along a bit better, Kirsty spends so much time at the diner that she and Jess have taken to talking during Jess’ shifts and Kirsty helps out when she can so they’re starting to actually get along, Kirsty has figured out the tells for when Jess just can’t deal with people anymore and will make up all sorts of excuses to get him a break (anything from ‘hey can you read over this essay’ to ‘hey did you remember to grab that book from upstairs’ to basically anything else that comes to mind) which he appreciates and when he’s on his breaks he sits at the counter to do homework with her

By the Bracebridge dinner they’re like actually friends, and when Jess meets Tristan for the first time he’s fully prepared to hate him but when he sees how shitty Lorelai is being about Tristan he’s just like “okay guess we’re in the same boat” so the three of them end up working together to stay as far away from Lorelai as possible for most of the night and Kirsty is just very grateful for the buffer because like she just can’t deal with Lorelai and Jess remembers her comment on the “you can guess who the favourite is” and starts to see how much Lorelai’s disapproval actually bothers Kirsty

fast forward even more to Christopher coming to town and with Sherry and all that and oof Kirsty is not okay like her relationship with Christopher is terrible and Jess kind of knows this already (based on the fact that Kirsty asked Luke to stand in for her dad at the debutante ball because she wanted nothing to do with Christopher; and he’s heard her bitch about him before) but when Christopher and Sherry come to the house, Kirsty excuses herself for “dance rehearsal” and runs over to the diner and Luke is out at the moment and Kirsty is Not Okay™ and Jess is the one who sees her just standing in the doorway shaking and clearly about to start crying and he just quietly leads her up to the apartment and sits down and lets her sort of collapse on the couch and she tells him about Christopher and about how unreliable and flakey he always was and how Luke has always been more her dad than him and he always shows up and tries to play happy family and then bails as soon as he gets bored or something comes up and about how now he’s apparently changing and becoming mr family man and why wasn’t she worth changing for

and jess has no idea how to handle this whole breakdown because he's a little bit emotionally stunted (which is fair and so is she) but it definitely resonates with him and he ends up sitting next to her and telling her that if Christopher wasn’t willing to change for she and Rory then it’s because of him not her and trying to comfort her even though he really doesn’t know how, and ends up opening up to her about Liz and his life before Stars Hollow too.  It’s more than either of them have shared with anyone before and it’s very strange tbh — at this point they’re definitely veering into the friend category but neither of them would admit it, not to mention they don’t talk that often because neither of them wants to deal with a Lorelai Gilmore Hissy Fit, you know?

(also a sidenote, Tristan is completely chill about literally all of this like he and Kirsty are the healthiest relationship and have very good communication skills now and he's just like “hey I don’t live nearby and Kirsty hates cars, I’m just glad she has someone to talk to”)

and okay so now we’re at the episode where Lorelai accuses Jess of stealing the bracelet and this is just as Kirsty is getting home, and Lorelai is more of a bitch than in canon (but seriously Lorelai grow up and let Dean deal with his own relationship issues ugh) — as Jess is leaving, Kirsty turns around and calls Lorelai out on being an absolute bitch and on the fact that she’s an adult and Jess is seventeen and to grow the fuck up because she’s acting like her mother and believe it or not she doesn’t actually know everything.  Kirsty then sort of storms off, and Jess ends up walking with her and just goes “hey, thanks for that” and Kirsty goes “don’t mention it” and they just sort of laugh and part ways so she can go to Miss Patty’s but anyways I’m soft for Kirsty fighting the entire town for him

then we have the hilarious scene of Kirsty looking Dean in the eye, knowing full well that he literally just saw her getting out of Tristan’s car, and going “yes I’m completely in love with jess is that a problem” and jess going “oh Kirsty I’m really flattered but while you were gone I started talking to Paris and I think I’m in love” and they’re just such little shits I love them

and okay now I promise we’re getting close to the speedrun part of this relationship lmaooo

so Kirsty is the one who ends up tutoring Jess and like he’s not on the verge of flunking because Kirsty has already been forcing him to do his homework semi regularly but he has trouble staying on task (he’s a mood) so Kirsty is basically there to make sure that he gets all of his final projects done — they take a break to go get ice cream and the car accident happens and Kirsty gets injured and she’s having a panic attack and she begs Jess to stay with her so he does, she lies to the hospital staff and tells them that he’s her step-brother so that he can stay with her because she’s afraid of hospitals and doesn’t want to be alone.  He stays with her until they hear Lorelai and then sneaks out the window; at this point Kirsty has finally called him her friend — while high on painkillers and introducing him to Richard and Emily, who she had him call because she knew Lorelai wouldn’t (they like him much better in this !verse than canon because Kirsty knows how to play them lmao)

Lorelai still pitches a fit to Luke and Jess still leaves and jesus christ when Kirsty finds out about all of that she flips her shit even more than she did at the town meeting, calls Lorelai petty and selfish and a shit mother and tells her that she’s more like Emily than she wants to admit, and this is very possibly when Kirsty finally drops one of my favourite lines of hers — “you and Rory might be best friends first and mother daughter second but I never needed a best friend, I needed a mom.  And now I don’t want either.” — and crashes at either Luke’s or Miss Patty’s (and is not thrilled when she finds out that Lorelai called Christopher and that he’s now back and awnting to play dad again)

fast forward and Kirsty knows Jess is in New York but they haven’t talked and Sookie’s wedding happens and Kirsty and Lorelai have their huge fight (this is the other point where that favourite line might happen, I’m torn) and Kirsty packs up and moves to New York for the summer to play Victoria in Cats on Broadway

She gets to New York and she’s staying at a hotel provided by the production company and she’s lonely and miserable and she’s never really been alone before and low and behold she stumbles into some diner on the verge of tears (just a bad day and everything is too much and she’s about to break) when all of a sudden she hears “wow, deja vu.  Coffee?” and she turns around and low and behold it’s Jess Mariano.  She accepts and sits at the diner until his shift is done and then they leave together and catch up and he offers to be her tour guide, and over the next week they become really close (all of both of their coworkers think that they’re siblings at this point) and blah blah lots of details I won’t get into bc seriously how many paragraphs is this thing, but Emily and Richard end up renting Kirsty this huge penthouse apartment and she manages to convince them to let Jess live with her and they become super close and kind of codependent and skip right over the friend stage to the “this is my brother, Jess” stage lmao and basically everyone in stars hollow except for lorelai and rory (bc kirsty and lorelai aren’t talking for most of the summer and rory is in dc so she and kirsty aren’t talking much either) know because they all came out for her opening weekend and everyone thinks it’s hilarious and their new york friends think Luke is their dad bc he called them “my kids” without thinking about it

also Tristan visits as much as he can get away with and seriously he and Jess become really good friends too and they’re just like, an iconic trio okay I love them

fast forward they go back to stars hollow together the day of the summer festival thing and that’s when Lorelai and Rory find out about their friendship and Lorelai is Not Happy and then Tristan shows up and the three of them are being adorable and having a great time and Lorelai flips out and there’s yet another fight (seriously Lorelai pls stop assuming you always know best, you don’t) and the fight is angsty but there’s the softness of jess finally really accepting that Kirsty meant it when she said that things weren’t going to change when they got back to stars hollow and they don’t and it’s just great

and in season 3 they’re just still all soft and codependent and Lorelai is forced to accept that Jess knows Kirsty better than she does and Rory has some really fun “what the actual fuck” moments watching Lorelai & Luke and Kirsty & Jess have the exact same arguments because Kirsty did inherit Lorelai’s ability to annoy people into doing things like participating in town events and season 3 is just very very soft and there are so many scenes/episodes that I’m so excited for

and anyways this was so long and I’m sorry but also I’m not because like i just really love this dynamic and I want to just like skip two seasons and just write new york & season three because i love them so muchhhhhhhh and anyways yeah 

TLDR they’re a slowburn rivals to found family with a speedrun towards the end and i fucking love them so much

[it-lives-in-westchester]

Promises// ILITW fanfic

A/N: A random ILITW one shot based on the whole Noah vandalized houses when he was like 12, because what hell was that about. This is mostly just angst and my speculating how terrible Noah’s mom really is. Also sorry for any grammar errors and such seeing English isn’t my first language.  

summary: Noah get's caught after attempting to vandalize a house when he 12, and he has to deal with the consequences idk what else to summarize as it as.

Warnings: Terrible parenting.

Words: Around 2000 words

The woman parked the beat-up car hastily in the driveway, she hit the wheel a few times, yelling out some swear words, before marching out. Knocking the door hard. Mr. Murphy opened his door to greet the woman, but before he was able to say anything she interrupted him. 

“Where is he!?” She yelled out to Mr. Murphy. Before Mr. Murphy could say anything the young boy ran up behind him. Murphy looked back noticing that the cocky kid from earlier had turned silent and almost had a fear behind his eyes. It almost seemed like he was trying to hide behind Murphy himself.

“I apologize for bothering you in this hour, but-”

“It’s fine, I was worried about where he was,” The woman said in a defeated voice, she started to open up her wallet. Murphy put up his hand.  

“Oh, it’s fine, it was no real damage, I already made a deal with your son, you don’t have to worry about anything,” Mr. Murphy said reassuringly. The woman’s eyes lit up and she sighed out in relief. 

“Thank you so much, sir” giving a genuine smile towards Murphy, it was however gone in a matter of milliseconds when she turned her gaze towards the boy, and it almost looked like he shrank in size. She grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the house.

“OW! Not so tight!” He yelled out to her, it didn’t seem like she cared.  

“We are talking about this later Noah,” She said while almost throwing him in the car. She turned around towards Murphy again and gave a huge smile before she got in the car herself and started to drive away.  

“I come home and you’re not there. I end up looking everywhere for you, I think something terrible must have happened because none of the neighbors saw you, I am about to call the police, I get a phone call from an old man telling me you vandalized his house!? And then you ha-- Are you even listening to me!?”

“Huh?” Noah was looking out of the car window looking at the raindrops falling down. He and Jane would make a game out of it, on which raindrop would fall down first, this game wasn’t so much fun anymore when she wasn’t here to play it with him. He turned to his mom, even though most of her face was hidden behind her reddish-brown hair, Noah could imagine her turned eyebrows and twitching eyes looking straight at him. He started to fiddle with the strap on his hoodie to calm his nerves. 

“I am sorry,” He said, he hadn’t noticed how late it had gotten, stupid summer. Stupid school, stupid teachers, stupid friends, stupid Devon, stupid everything. 

Noah had been wandering around the place to find something fun to do, his mom wasn’t home and he knew she would not be home for hours. It was a bad day at school, he was just mad at everything and everyone. 

Flunked another test, the bread in his lunch had mold on it, someone in the gym lockerroom commented on how thin he was, “you can even count how many ribs he has”  he swear someone said. The last straw for him was Devon walking towards him in the hallway, but turning around just as quickly when he started staring at them. He did not want to talk to Devon, but everyone just avoiding him all the time just reminded him what had happened with everyone and Jane. Wandering around with these thoughts and everything else that had happened, he wanted to do something to feel better. 

Unfortunately for Mr. Murphy, his house was the first house Noah noticed and wanted to take his anger out on. Unfortunately for Noah, Murphy was actually home and noticed Noah in the middle of the act. Even though Murphy was old and probably could not run fast, Noah knew he could not escape with all the tall fences and Murphy blocking off the only exit. 

Not to his surprise, Murphy started to yell at him, however after calming down, he asked why Noah was out this late and on his own. 

Maybe noticing how young he was, Noah lied and said he was 14 (he was actually 12), and that he could just walk home himself. Murphy was probably not convinced. Insisting on calling Noah’s parents, he finally gave him and told his mom’s number. While waiting for his mom to pick him up, Murphy talked to him about consequences for his actions and all that jazz. Then Murphy came up with something Noah could do to make up for the attempted vandalism. Which also reminded Noah that he should tell his mom about it. 

“Mr. Murphy said...I could..cut down his lawn... to make up for...the damage--” 

“Noah when you murmur like that I can’t hear what you are saying and I am trying to concentrate while driving” his mom snapped at him. He shrank in his seat, he could bring this up later, she was really not in the mood. He turned to look at the window, noticing they were driving next to woods which made him turn away just as quickly.  

When his mom opened the door to the house he immediately tried to run to his room, but she nabbed his hood and he almost fell backward. 

“Not so fast young man, we still have to talk about this,” she said dragging him to the kitchen. Noah noticed the cold overcooked pasta on the table, he sat down and looked at his mom face to face. With the shadows forming on her gaunt face from the mediocre lightbulb and her already bad mood, Noah could feel every hair on his back rising. Looking down at the cold slimy pasta instead of her eyes seemed to be a better option of the two. Noah took the fork next to the pasta, starting to eat it slowly. It did not taste good, but he had not eaten anything since breakfast so better than nothing. 

“Do you want to explain yourself?” she said in a cold voice 

“I was bored and you weren’t ho--”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full” she snapped at him. He swallowed the disgusting pasta and put the fork aside. Trying his best to look her in the eyes. 

“You weren’t home for hours, I was bored. I didn’t mean to stay away from home this late, I am sorry” He explained himself short, he did not want to mention everything else that had happened earlier. 

“Murphy seemed to be a nice guy, why would you vandalize his house?” Noah felt a glimt of guilt when she mentioned that. The guy handled the situation rather well and made sure Noah came home safe, which he knew certain other people wouldn’t have cared for. He even had him wait for his mom inside his house instead of the pouring rain and gave him a good lecture about the whole thing.

“Ugh, I was stupid and bored okay. He already talked to me about it and I made a deal to cut his lawn for the next three weekends, it’s fixed now. I am not gonna do it again, promise!” His mom seemed satisfied with that answer, but she still contuniued on her lecture. 

“Do you have any idea what I was thinking when I didn’t find you? I was worried sick” Her voice seemed to crack a little. 

“Sure you were” he mumbled under his breath sarcastically. He would not be surprised if it had taken her more than an half an hour to realize he was gone. 

“What was that?” She uttered out to him. He tried his hardest not to break and poked the food with his fork.  

“...Nothing” she dropped the matter rather quickly and he continued to eat his dinner. Maybe she had calmed down. They sat in silence and Noah appreciated every second of it, it was until:

“Jane would never do this to me” Was she serious? She had to bring up Jane now. She had nothing to do with anything. It came out of nowhere.  

“Well… she’s gone, so you don’t know that” He immediately regretted that, noticing how his mom’s eyes changed again and he did not mean to sound so mean about Jane. Thinking about it, he wasn’t even sure if it had been directed at him or just something she just said to herself.  

“I guess you’re right for once” Please don’t cry, please don’t cry, please do--

“She would have been here if it wasn’t for your friends-”

“But Mom it was Re--”

“AND DON’T MENTION THAT NAME AGAIN!”

She stood up and slammed her hands on the table which made everything on it shake. Noah immediately shut up. He saw that his mom’s eyes were twitching again and her eyes seemed even darker than usual.  

“How many times do I have to tell you this!? This “Redfield” or whatever name it was...NOT REAL! Jesus christ Noah you are almost 13 years old and you still blame this on an imaginary friend! The reason your sister is dead is that you and your friends went to a dangerous place you weren’t supposed to go to in the first place. You should have known better, if you did my Jane would have still been here with us”

Noah wanted to say something, wanted to defend himself. It was Jane, Devon and everyone else who liked Redfield and wanted to be friends with that thing, not him. He never liked Redfield, always creeped out by its appearance, voice, and everything else. He had tried telling his mom about Redfield, it was the reason Jane was gone, and he knew people liked the truth. She did not believe him at all and just seemed to get madder and madder each time he tried to bring it up to her. 

Maybe it was for the better not to bring “Redfield” up again, it just seemed like each time he did that. It made her furious, yelling at him for what felt like hours, and then he’d hear her sobbing in her room afterward the whole night. He took a long shaky breath. 

“....you’re right” he finally said in defeat.  

“Of course I am right” She responded walking past him and messing his hair up. 

“Go to bed now okay”. Noah dragged himself to his bedroom changing into his sleeping clothes, an old t-shirt his dad used to wear. After brushing his teeth and walking back to his room again he noticed his mom standing next to the kitchen window smoking. She’d usually end hard days like that. 

 “Good night mom” He called out to her. She turned around almost seemingly giving him a smile. Like the previous convertation did not happen at all. 

 “Good night,” she said. He turned around to go to his room but stopped when he heard:

“I am sorry Noah, I shouldn’t have said those things to you, I know. But all of this is so hard for me and work is stressing me out, sometimes I just snap. I am trying here, you understand that, right?”

Noah nodded to what she was saying. She gave him a smile

“You know I didn’t really mean those things right? I was just so frustrated and stressed at the moment and it’s not exactly like you are making it easy for me are you?” 

Noah gave a nervous chuckle and she started to laugh back. Then she stopped abruptly and Noah tried to take a step back. She put the cigarette away in the ashtray and opened her arms. Noah hesitated for a few seconds before he ran up to her and gave her a hug. 

“I am so so so sorry and I promise I will try to do better in the future, promise. I love you so much Noah” She kissed the top of his head.

Even though she had said this a million times before and never kept that promise for more than a week, Noah still thought and hoped that this time she would keep her promise for good to do better, finally, they could act as a family again.  

“Love you too mom”

A/N 2 I just want to make it clear that Noah’s mom apologise at the end is BS, because she doesn’t change at all. I am not excusing her actions at all. This is from Noah’s POV and he just wants his mom to love and support him so he’s gonna take it when she says sorry and gives him affection. Also made Mr. Murphy a lot nicer than planned because Noah needed some good happening to him in this depressing short tale :’)

[werevulvi]

Hi, could you tell me more about your autism and diagnosis and how you deal with it, how old you were diagnosed

I don't know a lot about my autism, tbh, as I never bothered to read up on it and I was never properly informed on it. But what I do know is that I learned slowly as a kid, learned to walk at age 3, was very clumsy (like medically abnormally clumsy physically, could barely run at all and couldn't climb, etc) required special treatment to learn how to eat as a toddler because I hated the sensory experience of solid food and chewing, I was incapable of understanding sarcasm, interpreted everything literally, I was stimming a lot, had monotone body language and speech, etc. I was very obviously "different" according to my parents already from around age 1 or 2, and required literally constant attention for the first 4 years of my life. Started daycare at age 4, in small groups.

Then as I started school at age 6, apparently the school nurse had told my parents that I'm probably autistic, so I consider that my "inofficial diagnosis" but they decided to ignore that and didn't tell me (until 10 years later.) I was bullied in school for being "the weird kid" by both classmates and teachers who thought I was a retard and annoying, basically, I guess. I was called a freak and weirdo a lot. But like I was proudly a weirdo, and resented normativity.

As I got up into ages 10-12 my depression and DID symptoms (alter) kinda took over and became more prominent than my autism symptoms, as I wasn't as physically clumsy anymore and started learning social cues. My mental health continued to decline over the next few years, until I sought out therapy on my own at age 16. It led me to doing my first few suicide attempts, which led me to ending up at a closed psychiatric ward.

While staying there for a few weeks, I got evaluated for autism (without knowing that's what I was tested for) as well as a few physical things, such as my hearing impairment and chronic headache. And those tests led to an official Asperger Syndrome diagnosis, when I was 16, by the very end of year 2005. I also got diagnosed with borderline psychosis and mild depression, and got pumped full of anti-depressants and anti-psychotic (neuroleptic) drugs. Then my mom finally told me that she basically always knew about my autism, and I was really pissed at her for not having told me before. I resented my autism diagnosis right from the start, and the older I got, the more I resented it. Never identified with it, only ever saw it as a huge burden.

Then throughout the rest of my teens, I went to a school for neurodivergent people (basically upper high school) but still flunked it. I was a complete and utter mess, and got little to no actual therapy. They just kept shoving me around from one psychiatric department to another, due to my comorbid issues, no one could help me, it seemed. Every once in a while I'd make another half assed suicide attempt to make them take me seriously, which only worked for a few months at a time. In total, I've made 19 suicide attemps over 12 years. Oh lord, psychiatry was so bad!

Adulthood came along and I got benefitted with sickness compensation, and got my first apartment at age 20. It didn't go great. I accidentally flooded it and had to move out, and didn't manage to keep it clean or anything while I lived there. I was barely functional and alcoholic, constantly self-harming, just to try to manage attending school. Despite getting help from caretakers offered by the state (?) weekly, I was really dysfunctional. I switched apartments several times, and kept flunking school while trying to live my miserable life, always hanging by a thread. Until I moved back to my parents at age 23. They had moved to a miserable island far away from all my friends. Got an apartment on that island close to my parents, but my issues continued being the same level of awful, up until about age 27.

What this has to do with my autism is that... uh, I basically understand it as that it impedes on my executive function really dramatically, and like although I can physically do pretty much anything, mentally I just somehow can't. Especially repeatedly, and often enough. Like I can't keep any routine for the life of me, not even simple shit like sleep cycle, eating habits, brushing my teeth, etc. Let alone school or a job, or even hobbies. Everything is infrequent and too seldom, if at all. So everything in my life keeps falling apart as I basically have no foundation to stand on, and I get sensory overload suuuuper easily. So like just going shopping/cleaning/laundry/hobbies/school/anything for half an hour can drain me significantly and make me incapable of managing doing anything else for the rest of that entire day. It's very hard for me to explain, but it's like I only ever have 3 spoons per day, but most things requitre 10+ spoons, so I go backwards on my energy resources a lot and end up having to rest for DAYS after just one hour's activity.

At age 27 I ditched the social service caretakers, as they were seriously depriving me of my privacy while being largely unhelpful, and I began to finally try to pull myself together. I still get a lot of help from my mom, with anything from paying my bills and grocery shopping, to driving me places and dealing with soul-sucking authorities for me. This takes off a lot of the burden and allows me to manage doing at least a few things on my own, like working out, cleaning (yay I manage keeping my apartment clean nowadays!), laundry, occasional shopping, art projects, online socialising, etc. I still go to therapy biweekly but it's still largely unhelpful. At least I managed to make them stop tossing me around between departments like a football though, and I'm still gonna try to get some proper trauma therapy, and maybe also look into that adhd group I was promised last year, if it'll ever resume again post-corona...

I've still never had a job in my life and still have incomplete grades. But I got permanent sickness compensation now, so that's neat. At least I don't have to worry financially. I'm also trying to get started with some "work training" stuff which is basically "pretend work" for people who can't work, just to have something to do. I'll most likely be granted acces to that. However, it seems irony is that most of those are located out in the middle of nowhere where no buses go, and I can't afford a fucking car or driver's licence because I can't work. Mom probably won't drive me several times a week for that. Fucking fantastic. Makes me almost wanna kill someone... argh! Those little things really piss me off.

Life is absolutely not going the way I want and I blame my autism for it, mostly. I am drowning in frustration, and my anger issues making me scream my lungs out in pure despair, shows that. I'm considered offically disabled due to my autism, and it just fucking sucks ass. How lonely, under-stimulated yet easily over-stimulated, bored, meaningless and unfulfilled my life is. There are far more severely autistic people out there who somehow manage to live far more functional lives, and I'm jealous of that. I dunno how to break free from this misery. It feels like the only thing I've ever managed to accomplish in life is transitioning genders, and making art that I don't wanna sell. I wanna have a "normal" job, a car and driver's licence, I wanna have cats and a social life, I want parties at night clubs again, I want hobbies outside of my home; hookups, friends and lovers; I want to be able to have a functional romantic life with someone I can marry and start a family with.

But is any of that ever gonna happen? I hope so, but it feels bleak. Because my autism feels like such a huge burden on my life, and a huge hindrence to my dreams and goals... like I'm over 30 already and still a disabled and having my mom living half my life for me, miserable mess and not given any useful therapy, I'm left to my own vices to figure out how to adult... Because of all that, I hate my autism and I wish there was a cure, I swear to fuck. So for your question, how I deal with it: not fantastically. Not sure if you wanted a relay of my entire life, but I hope that’s okay! Didn’t know how else to answer your questions.

[basine]

Chapter 2- Thoughts (Axan)

As the days continued to pass by, Axan still was experiencing embarrassment from their first and only encounter. Tripping and falling on top of her was not something that Axan had ever planned for. Everytime Axan saw her in the hallway he felt his cheeks light up a bright red and his tail would curl up in an awkward fashion. 

Gods Axan… why do you feel like this. It was just a little misstep… there was nothing else you could have done. 

He just kept thinking about her and hoping that she was ok even though he saw her in the halls everyday. It was just something about her…

Axan then heard a voice peeking through his thoughts. “Helloooo? Axan, buddy? Are you feeling ok?” his friend Hedran questioned. “Yes, yes. I am doing quite fine, thank you for asking.” Axan retorted. “Are you sure. You seemed to be lost in thought there for a good 5 minutes.”

Shit. Had it really been five minutes? There was no way that it could have been. I just sat down with my food, Axan thought. “Yes Hedran. I swear on Oghma that I am feeling fine. I just have some lingering thoughts about what Master Yolira was talking about today. It is a tough topic you know,” Axan said as he starts playing with some overcooked green beans on his plate. “Axan. What did we talk about in class today?” Hedran asked with a sassy tone to his voice. “We talked about… how the followers of Oghma…” Axan said, trying to rack his brain for anything that he could pull from class. “Axan, we talked about the different types of berries that you will find in the wilderness. Nothing that had to do with Oghma or any of the gods. Where is your head at? You are never like this.” Hedran’s voice is getting louder and louder. “Listen… I really don’t want to talk about it ok? I really am fine. Trust me.” “Fine.” The two then ate in silence for the remainder of the meal. All Axan thought about was her and the few moments they shared together. Axan thought about every single detail about her. The straight dark brown hair that came to her shoulders. He thought about how it looked against the olive shirt she was wearing on that day. Even though the dominant color of her hair was brown she had little strands of blonde that peaked through giving her hair a lighter feeling. Axan thought about her elvish ears and her beautiful face. He thought about her emerald green eyes that looked at him as he handed her the books. Everything about her was nearly perfect.

Then Axan started to drift back into reality, shook his head and looked across the table to talk to Hedran. Hedran? Where did Hedran go? Axan quickly looked around the mess hall to figure out where Hedran went. He wasn’t too hard to spot with his glowing halo hanging above most of the crowd. 

Axan picked up his mostly full food tray and brought it over to Eli who worked all day to make sure that the monastery was completely clean. Axan tossed it into the cleaning sink and ran over to catch up to his Aasimar friend. “HEDRAN!” Axan shouted trying to catch up. Hedran kept walking without turning around. Sprinting, Axan finally caught up. “Hedran, I was trying to get you to wait for me. I was just finishing up my food.” “Oh I’m so sorry, Axan. I was just so deep in thought.” Hedran said mockingly. “Listen I need to talk to you about something.” Axan said as he pulled Hedran into a side hallway. “Axan, what is this all about?” Hedran questioned. “You know that girl I bumped into a few days ago right? The half-elf with the dark brown hair and the green eyes? The first year?” “Yeah… you could have just said the girl you tripped on… but thanks for the extra details.” Axan felt his heart starting to beat faster and faster as he spoke. “Well, I’ve been thinking a lot about that moment and how embarrassing that was. I just can’t seem to get it out of my head. You wanted to know why I was drifting off right? That’s why.” Hedran let out a hearty chuckle. “You sure it was that moment? Axan…” Hedran paused. “You like this girl don’t you? You think she is pretty and you can’t seem to get her out of your memory. It’s like a scene that plays over and over stopping on that one moment. The moment when everything seemed right in the world?”

Axan paused. Do I like her or am I just embarrassed… Axan thought to himself. Then Axan started to think about her again. The little freckles that dotted her cheeks and her nose. The smell of the vanilla perfume she had on.

“Axan you are doing it again…” Hedran interrupted. “Yeah, I am, but I don’t like her Hedran. It was just a moment of embarrassment that is all.” “Axan… you need to come to terms with this or you are going to flunk all of your classes thinking about what could be or just that moment in particular. You need to go find her and talk to her, get to know her for more than her looks. See if you actually like her.” “Hedran, I swear-” There she was. Walking down the hallway in a casual black dress hanging out with her best friend. This was it. He could go and say hello for the first time since that incident. “MELONA.” Hedran shouted. The half-elf looked at Hedran as he waved. The half-elf smiled and started walking towards them. Axan’s heart was about to beat outside of his chest. He started feeling beads of sweat forming around his body. She was getting closer and closer and then it happened again. The world seemed to stop. It was just the two of them looking at each other. She was wearing bright red lipstick today which paired really nice with the dress and contrasted her emerald green eyes.

Time seemed to speed up and she was right in front of him. She seemingly ignored Hedran and was just looking at him. “Melona, this is Axan. Axan, this is Melona. She is in Professor Spruce’s Nature Magic class. The one that I am assisting him with this semester.” Hedran said. Melona… such a gorgeous name, I wish I could tell her that someday. Axan thought. “Hedran you were right.” Axan said. “Oh, I know I was. You just needed to realize it.” Hedran said as he started to walk away. “Hi! Nice to finally know your name!” Melona said as she held out a hand. “You have a pretty one as well.” Axan said, not realizing what he just said. Melona blushed and Axan just realized what he said and his face must have turned a bright red through his blue dragonborn scales. “Why thank you… you do have a nice name, Axan. You wanna come with me and Carrie to go get some food?” Melona asked. “Uhhhh… sure! I really haven’t eaten too much. Also sorry about that thing that happened a few days ago. I wasn’t watching where I was going and I just tripped over you and… I’m sorry.” Axan said. “No worries! Come on! Master Y told me to talk to you about protection magic so this would be a great time to ask you about it.” Melona said as she grabbed Axan’s hand and pulled him along to the dining hall. 

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Sharing is Caring Pt. 3

Pt. 1 , Pt. 2  

Member: Jaemin

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: Jaemin was studying alone on the couch and you could tell he needed help so you decide to tutor him. About half way into studying, Jaemin's brain becomes fried and he really needs to have a break and do something fun to cure his boredom. Luckily, he knows exactly what will do the trick.

It wasn’t long after you and Renjun had sex for the first time that the rest of your friends tried getting in your pants. The day after everything went down, you went to take a shower and just when you announced this to your friends, Haechan snapped his head up and suggested he tag along with you to conserve water. You rolled your eyes and laughed as you walked to the bathroom. You made sure you locked the door before even taking your hair out of its ponytail. Haechan was not pleased when he found out the door was unable to be opened. Later that same day, Jeno came out of his and Jaemin’s room to workout in the living room. It just so happened that you were reading a book in that very room when he decided to do this. Now, this would seem normal to anyone a first but Jeno only ever works out in his room and everyone knows that. He was pretty hot, you have to admit, but you also really liked how much control you had over these boys without even trying. You watched him, and you made sure he saw that you were watching him, and enjoying what you were seeing, but as soon as it was becoming too much for you to handle you got up and left a confused and out of breath Jeno in the empty living room. The only one that hasn’t really tried anything yet was Jaemin. That was until Friday night when Jaemin was studying for a big test he had at the beginning of the next week. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a baggy black t-shirt. His hair was messy because of the various times he had run his hands through it due to frustration. He was sitting criss cross on the couch, surrounded by books and papers. You were sitting in the kitchen just staring at him and seeing how badly he didn’t understand the material he was looking at. He sighed and pulled at his hair for what seemed like the 100th time. You could tell he really needed help and so you got the idea to help him, despite not knowing exactly just what he was studying. You got up from your seat and made your way over to him.

“Hey, Jae,” you said to get his attention.

“Oh, hey, Y/n,” he said while sulking.

“Whatcha studying for?” you asked him while taking a seat next to him.

“I have this crazy math test on Monday and I have no idea what I’m doing,” he said, running his hands through his hair again. It was a complete mess but it still looked good.

“Can’t you ask Renjun for help?” you asked him.

“I’ve asked all of them for help but they’d all rather go to that new bowling alley than help their best friend not flunk out of college,” he said with a sigh. He looked at the mess of papers and started grabbing at them to make more room for you.

“What if,” you said while scooting closer to him, “I help you study.”

“You’d do that for me,” he said while turning to face you.

“Yeah,” you said with a smile, “I wouldn’t want my favorite roommate to flunk out of college.”

“Oh, so I’m your favorite?” he asked with a smug grin on his face

“Shut up,” you said as you rolled your eyes, “we have lots of studying to do” And with that, the two of you began studying. You would stare at his profile as he solved problems and he’d catch you every so often, looking back at you from the corners of his eyes. Whenever this would happen he would clear his throat and that was a kind of signal for you to look away and blush.

Two hours had passed and you managed to help Jaemin understand at least half of what he was having trouble with. You were staring at him again, not being able to help it. Just the way his eyes focused on the paper and the way his eyebrows moved when he was unsure of something and thinking. The way he’d bring his bottom lip between his teeth when he was focusing hard, it all made you feel a certain type of way. Jaemin finally realized that you were staring again and again he looked at you from the corners of his eyes but instead of clearing his throat, he quickly turned to look at you.

“Ok, I need a break,” he said while dropping what he was working on onto the coffee table. This startled you a little, making it difficult for you to think.

“Uh, ok,” you said trying to think of something fun to do for his break, “we could watch a movie.”

“Seriously?” Jaemin said with disappointment in his voice.

“What?” you asked him, “Do you not like movies?”

“You were undressing me with your eyes the whole time we were studying and now that we’re on a break you want to watch a movie?” he asked you with disbelief clear on his face. You didn’t know what to say. Yes, you were staring at him all night and thinking about how good looking he was, but you didn’t think he noticed it. Your face was turning red and becoming warm with every second that passed.

“I-i, uh,” you said, unable to think of anything to actually say. With this, Jaemin brought his face closer to yours and had his eyes looking back and forth from your eyes to your lips. You completely froze in your spot, not being able to process what was happening.

“So you’re telling me,” Jaemin whispered while pushing his face closer to yours, “that you’d rather watch a movie than kiss me right now?” You had never seen Jaemin like this before. He had a fierce look in his eyes, which was unusual since his eyes were always full of joy. He wasn’t his usual happy bubbly self, he was a man that knew what he wanted and knew that he was going to get it no matter what. You weren’t going to lie, this look worked for him.

“W-well,” you whispered, still not sure what to say. You couldn’t help looking down at his lips, wanting to get yours closer to his. He saw you looking at his lips and smirked a little.

“See,” he whispered, “there you go again.” He closed his eyes and chuckled. You were losing all control of your mind and body with every passing second. This new dark side of Jaemin was really messing with you. You couldn’t control yourself anymore. You quickly pushed your lips onto his and started to kiss him. This took him by surprise but he quickly realized what was happening and started kissing you back. You heard something fall on the floor but you weren’t interested in it enough to check what it was. Jaemin grabbed at your hips and tugged on you to get you to straddle him. Now that your legs were wrapped around his waist you understood that Jaemin had pushed all his books onto the floor so that way you could get on top of him.

His grip on your hips never left and you could feel that once the kiss became deeper his hands started to wander. You could feel his hands slide up and down your back while yours stayed around his neck. He let your lips go from his and he started placing tiny kisses all along your jaw and neck. His hands found their way under your shirt, lifting it over your head to take it off. His kisses started to trail down your neck to your breasts, causing tiny moans to leave your mouth. Your hands slid from behind his neck and started to wander his chest. Your hands found the hem of his shirt and almost instantly found their way inside of it to tear it over his head. You threw the shirt behind you not caring enough to not make a mess. Your hands were still on his chest while his were gripping on to your ass, kneading it as his lips moved across your chest. His lips felt like tiny, soft clouds massaging your chest. Every kiss made you needier and needier for his touch. You were becoming so restless for more contact that you started moaning and squirming every time his lips made contact with your skin.

“So impatient, princess,” Jaemin said while lightly laughing against your skin. His hands slipped into your shorts and gripped on to your ass, kneading it with more force to try and get a reaction from you. You couldn’t help but give in to his touch and give him exactly what he wanted. You moaned at his touch, needing more of it. Your hands slowly slid down his chest to the front of his sweats, feeling the firm outline of his hardening member. Your hand started to slowly palm him through his sweats, causing his breath to falter against your skin. His hands reached for the band of your shorts and pulled them down, leaving you in just your underwear and bra. While your hand was moving aggravatingly slow up and down his member, your lips found their way to his neck to leave dark red marks all over it. Jaemin’s head fell back against the couch and he let out a low groan, letting you know he really liked what you were doing to him. The other thing that made you know he really liked it was the slow bucking of his hips into your hand. He was getting needy just as you were, needing more to feel sweet release and ecstasy. You weren’t going to give it to him that quick and that easy though. You drew back your lips from his neck and your hand from his pants. He slowly opened his eyes and gave you a questioned look as if to say, ‘Why’d you stop?’. You just looked back at him and smirked.

“Who’s needy now, huh?” you asked sarcastically with a small laugh.

“Oh, shut up, Y/n,” he said while rolling his eyes.

“Me? Shut up?” you said sarcastically. You wrapped your hands back around his neck.

“Yes, you,” he said back to you. His hands found their way to your hips and started slowly moving them back and forth to create friction against his member and your heat.

“And what if I don’t?” you asked him, trying to get him riled up. You knew it was working too because his grip on your hips got tighter.

“Oh, you don’t wanna know, princess.” With that his lips went back to yours and his hands went to unclasp your bra. He slid it off your body and threw it behind him. He took one of your breasts in his hand and squeezed it lightly, getting you to release a tiny moan from the back of your throat. His hips thrusted up when you did that, wanting to hear more of the little noises you made when he made you feel good. Your hands went to the waistband of his sweats and once they met with it, your fingers curled around the edge and you slowly pulled them down. You hopped of his lap to fully take his pants off and as you were standing in front of him you slowly pulled down your underwear, giving him a tiny strip tease. You could visibly see his member straining against his boxers as you did this. He needed you badly and you wanted to make him feel good. You got down on your knees in front of him and made your way in between his legs. You pulled at his boxers, bringing them down his legs, releasing his hard member from its confinement. You looked up at his face, his eyes full of lust and hope, wishing you’d just put him in your mouth already. You took this as the perfect time to bring your tongue from the base to the tip, bringing shivers down his spine. You looked up at him as you did it again, keeping eye contact as your lips wrapped around the tip of his member. When you did this he couldn’t help but lean his head back and enjoy the way you looked so taking him in your mouth. Your mouth sank down his hard member, causing small sighs of relief to slip through Jaemin’s lips. You hummed around him, encouraging the noises coming out of the boy’s mouth. He seemed to like this as his hips began to thrust up, causing him to go further into your mouth. You wanted him to feel good but you didn’t want things to end just yet. You took him out of your mouth and stood up. Jaemin opened his eyes slowly as he was brought back to reality. He reached a hand out to you and you gladly took it. He pulled you to him, wanting you to straddle him. You sat down and his lips went to your chest, leaving kisses and marks all over the place.

“I want you to ride me,” he groaned against your skin. His words made you feel lost with lust. Your head clouded with one desire that you’d been chasing after this whole time. You needed him and you needed him now. You positioned yourself with him and slowly sank down on him. Finally feeling the thing you needed most in that moment, it was like scratching a hard to find itch. His lips were on your neck, leaving little bites here and there, as you began to rock your hips against his. His hands found their way to your hips, making sure you kept pace with his thrusts. The feeling of him deep inside of you and his hot breath against your skin sent you to unbelievable heights. All that pent up tension finally being on the brink of releasing. You let out a loud moan as his hips thrusted up.

“F-fuck, Jae, so good,” was all you were able to get out. You weren’t able to concentrate on anything else except the closing in feeling of the knot in your stomach trying to find a way to release.

“So close,” Jaemin grunted in between thrusts. You could feel the change in rhythm the closer he got to his release. His hand found its way between the two of you. He pushed his thumb to your swollen bud, circling around it, bringing you closer to your release. Your walls were getting tighter with every move he made, causing him to groan at the sweet feeling of you around him. His thumb moved faster and faster, causing more and more noises to fall from your lips. You were close now, the knot in your stomach barely holding together.

“I’m close, Jaemin,” you let out. He thrusted up into you faster, trying his hardest to give you the one thing you desired most in that moment. This was all that it took for the knot in your stomach to finally release, giving you the amazing feeling of pure pleasure. You moaned out Jaemin’s name as your walls closed as tightly as they could around him. The feeling of you around him brought him to his high, causing him to let out a loud groan as he let go. You were both out of breath as you slid off of him, falling onto the couch.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Jaemin said with a sigh. He turned his head to your direction. Your eyes were closed and your chest was rising and falling at a fast pace. You opened your eyes and turned your head to face him. You looked at his face, hair matted down to his forehead with sweat and a soft smile on his lips. You couldn’t help but smile back. Just then there was a knock on the front door. Both of your smiles fell and fear filled your eyes. Jaemin looked at you questioningly, as if to say, “Who’s at the door?” There was a long pause before another knock was heard but this time there was a voice to go along with it.

“Hey, can we come in yet? Are you guys done fucking?” That voice could only be one person. You both quickly put on what clothes you could find that had been mindlessly thrown earlier, to go and answer the door. Jaemin couldn’t find his shirt and you couldn’t find your underwear despite how hard you looked for them. You gave up looking for them and opened the door to find all three of your roommates behind it. Jeno was sitting against the wall next to where Renjun was standing and Haechan was the boy standing right in front of you.

“Can we come in now? I need food,” Jeno whined to you.

“Yes, yes, come in,” Jaemin said from behind you. The three boys pushed through the door and made their way into the apartment. You and Jaemin went over to the couch to clean up the papers that were thrown around. Renjun went to his room and Jeno went to the kitchen while Haechan stood behind the couch, watching you and Jaemin clean up the mess you made.

“Oh, this must be my lucky day,” Haechan said suddenly, walking fast to the other side of the room. Your eyes followed to where he was going and you saw what he was going after. Right beside the tv stand on the floor, there they were, your underwear. Your eyes widened and you stood up to get them before Haechan could but he was much closer to them than you were. He bent down and picked them up holding them out to you. As you went to grab them he lifted them high above his head, which was way high above your head, not letting you grab them.

“Haechan, those are mine,” you said while trying your hardest to reach for your belonging.

“I know. That’s why I grabbed them,” he said playfully.

“Well, give them back then,” you said to him.

“Oh, I can’t do that,” he said devilishly, “You can get these back when you and I get some alone time together.” He winked at you when he said this.

“Seriously?” you asked him, giving up on trying to jump and reach for them. “But those are my favorite pair,” you whined.

“Well, they’ll be waiting for you in my room for the time being. You know where they’ll be and you know where I’ll be so don’t be shy and come get them soon, ok, baby?” He walked away, leaving you in the living room.

“Well, looks like you gotta fuck him now,” Jeno said from the kitchen while laughing.

“Yeah yeah yeah, shut up, Jeno,” you said back to him, “I’m gonna go shower,” you said as you walked to the bathroom. From Haechan’s room you heard a loud thud and feet moving quickly. “And I’m locking the door, dummy,” you yelled to him. All you heard as you opened the bathroom door was a loud groan. You couldn’t help but laugh at your roommate’s suffering.

A/n: Wow, this took long to write. I’m not very pleased with it either but I really didn’t want to restart it cause it was hella late already. It’s also really long, like wtf. Well, I hope you like it and aren’t too upset with the way it turned out💕 (I like making Hyuck a thirsty boy. I think it’s funny so I hope you guys don’t mind the ending lol)

[rosemaidenvixen]

A Secret’s Worth

Chapter 4: Mary

Ao3

Mary wanted to let out an indignant scoff, but seeing how her mouth was full of nachos she settled for a scowl. Seriously, it had been two days and Dean still hadn’t texted her back. At first she had just been annoyed, now she was straight up mad. 

No more playing nice, if Dean wanted her back it was going to cost him a date with pizza and ice cream.

A wry smile broke through her frown. 

Of course it wasn’t like she needed Dean, plenty of other boys would give anything to go out with her. Henry, otherwise known as Tight-Jeans Hank, had just asked her to go to the basketball game this week, maybe she should take him up on it, show Dean what he was missing out on.

“I didn’t make the team,”

Mary practically jumped out of her seat. She was so engrossed in her texts that she hadn’t even noticed Darci sitting down across from her.

“What?”

Darci was staring down at the logo stamped into the middle of the table, eyes scrunched and mouth crumpled. It took Mary a few seconds to realize she was holding back tears.

“The cheerleading team, I didn’t make the cut,”

Mary gently slid her phone into her pocket “Sorry...that sucks,”

Heat started to bloom on her face as silence stretched out between the two of them, thick and tacky. Mary never knew what to say in these kinds of situations. She couldn't just tell Darci it wasn’t as bad as it seemed, in her track record saying that never went over well. Bottom line, Mary sucked at making people feel better when they were down. Whatever she tried always seemed to make things worse. 

Fortunately both of them were saved when Claire came swooping in and planted herself in the seat beside Darci.

“I’m so sorry,” Claire reached over grasped Darci’s hand with hers “That must be such a let down after all your hard work,”

Darci’s lower lip trembled “I knew they weren’t going to let more than one or two freshman onto the team, but I thought that maybe I was good enough…”

She trailed off as Claire patted the back of her hand “You’re plenty good enough Darci, they probably just didn’t have enough spots available. I’m sure that next year they’ll be glad to have you,” 

“Thanks Claire,”

Mary watched as Claire successfully pulled Darci back from the brink of tears, wriggling uncomfortably, wishing she could be half as comforting and sweet as Claire. She didn’t envy her friends for a lot of things, but this was one of them.

She sat up straighter as an idea came to her. Mary might suck at sympathy, but maybe she could help by providing a welcome distraction. 

“Yeah, you’ll be on the team for sure next year,” Mary’s eyes twinkled “Maybe by then Claire will have finally asked Jimmy-Jam out,”

The sharp look on Claire’s face made Mary wonder if this had been the right move after all. Then Darci let out a small laugh and she stopped wondering. 

She let herself relax a little bit, Claire still looked pissed about her love life being brought up, but Darci was smiling so Mary decided to roll with it.

“Yesterday you went on and on about how today was the day you were finally going to do it, but in the end you chickened out,” she smirked “Again,”

Claire didn’t reply to that but her rapidly pinkening cheeks did all the talking.

Darci giggled, successfully distracted now “Come on Claire, we’ve been hanging out with the boys for weeks, when are you planning on actually telling Jim that you like-like him?”

She let out a deep sigh “Soon, ok, soon,” 

“You know Claire, the longer you wait, the more likely it is some other girl snaches him up,”

“What!”

“What Mare means...” Darci said while throwing a knowing look in Mary’s direction “Is if you really like Jim you should just tell him that, get the words out there” she placed a reassuring hand on Claire’s shoulder “And if it makes you feel better, I think that Jim likes you to,” 

“You...think so?”

“Better hurry, I saw Valerie eyeing him during social studies,”

If looks could kill Claire would have her dead on the ground “Are you actually invested in my love life or do you just want to watch me suffer?”

“Yes,”

Claire looked back and forth between Mary and Darci’s eager expressions, then buried her face into her hands with a groan “Look, I know you guys are just trying to help. But I really need to figure this out on my own. So can you just...give me some space on this,”

Translation; time to back off now.

“Ok, ok,” Mary said, knowing not to push further “But when you do ask him out, promise we’ll be the first to know?”

Claire nodded “Promise,”

Satisfied, Mary went back to her nachos, Claire and Darci following suit with their own lunches. Based on the clock it wouldn’t be long before Jim and Toby joined them. 

Strange how normal a thought that was. 

This time last year the idea of having lunch with anyone else besides her besties was unthinkable. Sometimes Mary still couldn’t believe the boys were part of their unofficial ‘group’ now.

She hadn’t had a problem going along with Claire’s county fair idea. Claire had wanted to make Jim happy and Mary wanted to make Claire happy. Just one day out, no harm no foul.

But when Darci had wanted to keep hanging around with the boys after that, Mary hadn’t exactly been thrilled.

Maintaining their hard won social status took a lot of work, and she wasn’t going to jeopardize that, not even for the boy Claire was crushing on. Besides, the three of them had been BFFs since kindergarten, and Mary wasn’t going to let just anyone butt in on that, let alone boys.

Mary didn’t have anything against boys. Actually she liked them quite a bit. Boys could be cool and pretty darn fun to hang around with, but only if a girl kept her distance. Letting a boy get too close was a rookie mistake. Mary had learned that lesson the hard way and there was no way in hell she was letting Claire or Darci get hurt like that.

So yeah, she hadn’t been down with turning this into a thing.

But Darci wanted to hang out with Toby and Jim more and of course Claire had all but jumped to agree. Even if she had put her foot down Mary was outvoted two to one, so she just gritted her teeth and put up with the boys tagging along.

Sitting together at lunch, hanging out after school. Claire even invited them along to videogame Saturday at her house; an event that had been exclusive to the three of them for years!

Mary hadn’t dropped her guard the entire time, always keeping watch for any sign that either Toby or Jim would push their newfound privilege too far.

One toe out of line and she’d kick them to the curb so fast it would leave skid marks.

She’d kept up her hypervigilance for weeks, but nothing had ever come of it. Mary had known boys that would act all nice and then do a 180 the second they had you where they wanted you, but Toby and Jim actually seemed genuinely….nice.

Jim shared his lunch when Darci was down on cash, and offered to bring an extra any time one of them needed it. Toby lent out his geology notes and kept them all from completely flunking a pop quiz. The enitre time she’d known them Jim and Toby had never been anything less than friendly and helpfull. More than that, neither of them ever acted like their good behavior entitled them to...more.

Toby and Jim weren’t just acting nice, they were nice; a little dorky maybe, but nice.

So after weeks of being on edge Mary finally eased up. The boys might not have earned her full trust just yet, but they had gained quite a bit of it, enough for her to call them friends.

And speak of the devil, Toby and Jim chose that moment to show up at their table. She waved in greeting, mouth still full. Toby smiled and waved back “How’s it going guys, oh hey Darci, did you hear about the cheer team yet?”

Darci’s face fell “I didn’t make the cut,”

Jim winced as he slid into his seat “Bummer,”

Toby looked affronted on her behalf “If they were crazy enough to turn you down that’s their loss,”

She managed a weak grin “Thanks guys,”

The conversations died down again as they all started eating in earnest. Not because they didn’t have anything to talk about, but because they didn’t have the time. Lunch period was barely long enough to get a full meal in, especially when you got your lunch from the food truck in the park like they did today. They didn’t have to rush, but they couldn’t exactly take their time either. 

Mary was able to multitask by chowing down on her nachos with her left hand and tapping at her phone with her right. 

She was finished checking her texts so she moved on to organize her calendar. Planning and coordinating all of their group’s outings took a lot of time and effort, but all four of her friends thanked her on a regular basis and let her know how much they appreciated it.

It might be a lot of hard work, but it really was good to be Queen Bee.

And when she spotted an event planned for that weekend, Mary realized it was a very good thing she decided to check her calendar when all five of them were at lunch together. 

“Darc, Claire; how much prep time will you need for your makeup on Saturday?”

Darci perked up instantly “I’ll need half an hour at the very least,”

Claire puzzled over it for a bit longer before answering “Mine should take ten, fifteen minutes tops,” 

Mary added a note to the event before turning to Jim and Toby “What about you guys?”

The two just blinked at her, Jim hesitantly raising a hand into the air “Uh, question, why are we talking about makeup?”

“To go with our costumes, duh,”

Toby nervously tapped his fingers against the table “....costumes? 

Mary gave both of them a flat, unimpressed stare “For the Halloween Hop on Saturday that we’ve been talking about for weeks. Seriously, do you guys never check Messenger?”

Jim still didn’t look like he was getting it “The Halloween Hop?”

“Yep,” Claire said with a grin “I’m going as a vampire,”

“I’m going as a corpse bride,” Darci added.

Realization dawned on Toby’s face as things clicked into place “Those sound awesomely spooky, what about you Mary?”

“Mermaid,”

“Nice,”

“So wait,” Jim spoke up, still sounding confused “That’s this weekend?”

Her eye roll practically scraped the ceiling “Yeah they’ve had flyers posted for weeks. Now spill, what are you going as and how much time are you going to need to suit up? We need to get there by six,”

Finally she could see the lightbulb going off in Jim’s head as he came up to speed. 

Toby let out a sharp gasp “We should go as Freddy Kruger and Jason! I already have a hockey mask, all we need is a hat, glove, and fake machete,”

Mary nodded in approval and looked back down at her phone “Can you guys be ready at Darci’s house at six? Her dad can drive us there and my moms agreed to pick us up. Afterwards they can drop you off at home or…” 

She deliberately paused, letting the anticipation build for a few seconds. Seeing as how the boys were a little slow on the uptake Mary might as well relish the big reveal “We can all spend the night at my house, my moms will be home all night and they say it’s fine,” 

If Toby grinned any wider he was going to crack his face in half “A sleepover?! Awesomesauce!”

So Jim and Toby were in, good. Tonight Mary would let her moms know so they could exchange numbers with Jim’s mom and Toby’s Nana, then she had to make sure they had enough snacks for all five of--

“Actually…” Jim’s voice derailed her train of thought “I won’t be able to make it,” 

Mary frowned “If your mom isn’t cool with the boy-girl thing, just let my moms talk to her, they’ll make her come around,” 

Jim chewed on his lower lip, not looking reassured at all “It’s...not that...I can’t do any of it,”

Wait. What? 

“You mean you can’t come to the sleepover or the Halloween hop?”

“Nope, sorry,”

She narrowed her eyes “Is it because of your curfew?”

Jim looked down and away “No,”

Translation, it most certainly was. The real question was why she was even surprised at this point.

Mary scowled and set her phone down on the table “Seriously? Come on Jim you always bail early, can’t you ignore your crazy early curfew just this once?”

“If your mom’s worried it’s totally safe,” Darci added helpfully “We’ll be at school with the teachers or at Mary’s house with her moms the whole time,”

Claire leaned closer to him, expression hopeful and pleading “My parents can talk to her, they’re super big on safety, so if they think it’s ok for me to go you know it’s danger free,” 

Jim opened his mouth, no doubt to object, but stopped when Toby laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Dr. Lake has nothing to worry about,” Toby smiled up expectantly at him “You’re not a little kid anymore, you need a night out, your mom will understand,”

Jim shut his jaw with a click, biting back whatever rebuttal he’d had. They’d all given him a hard time about the ridiculous hours his mom wanted him home by at some point, but this was the first time all four of them had ganged up about it, leaving absolutely no room for counterarguments. 

Mary arched a single eyebrow “So do you think you can convince your mom to let you off the hook for one night?”

He snapped out of his speechlessness “It’s not that!” 

“They why?” 

 “The reason I can’t come is...is…” Jim stammered “...is because my mom and I...are going camping,”

Mary’s jaw dropped “You and your mom are going camping?” 

He grinned sheepishly “Yeah, it’s kind of our family thing,”

“In October?!”

Jim’s already brittle smile wavered “Yeah...she’s an ER doctor so her work schedule is weird, she can’t always pick what days off she gets so we have to go camping whenever we can, right Toby?”

Looking majorly disappointed, Toby still nodded in agreement “Yeah, I remember one year her schedule was so packed you guys didn’t go on vacation for six months and then you went to Yosemite for two solid weeks,”

Claire’s face fell “So you guys can’t go on another weekend?”

“Nope, sorry,”

Mary’s eyes narrowed as she fought to keep her mouth from twisting into an ugly snarl. While she didn’t consider herself a troublemaker, Mary had gotten pretty darn good at telling people what they wanted to hear in order to weasel her way out of tight spots, like detention or extra homework. And she could tell that Jim was doing the exact same thing right now. 

Jim was lying, there was no camping trip. 

But then why couldn’t he go to the Halloween Hop, or the sleepover for that matter, or literally anything? 

Was his curfew no exceptions, or was there some other reason he couldn’t go out on Saturday. Maybe he couldn’t bear to sleep away from home? Mary had known some kids like that, but that was when they were all little, there was no way that could be going on with Jim now, could it?

Mary wanted to trust him, she already trusted Jim and Toby more than any other boys their age. 

But Jim was lying to her, to all of them.

Her fingers dug into the fabric of her jeans and Jim babbled on about the imaginary camping trip that prevented him from joining them that weekend. She was one bad decision away from reaching across the table and shaking him by the shoulders, demanding actual answers.

Quick as the thought crossed her mind, a hot wave of shame followed. 

Stealing the truth wasn’t the right way to go. Mary wanted to know what was going on with Jim, but that didn’t entitle her to his dirty laundry.

She had learned that lesson the same week she met him.

Mary took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. Jim was a friend, her friend, and she would let him keep his secrets. He could share them in his own time.

“Fine, if you can’t go you can’t go,” Mary said with she hoped was a friendly, not insincere looking, smile “Just let me know when you and your mom are going camping, that way I can plan around it, ok?”

Jim beamed back at her “You betcha,”

[opes-magnas]

those two days.

A wise man once said, ”The bad news is, nothing lasts forever and the good news is, nothing lasts forever.”

That’s freaking bullshit. Whoever told that hasn’t gone through the amount of trauma I’ve been through, which made every single moment feel like an eternity. Oh wait! I should’ve explained it more graphically.

Every single second felt like I was being skinned alive and being rolled over in salt and then fried in burning hot oil, then my limbs being torn out of my body and I could probably go on forever. In short, my time as a mortal on this planet has been miserable.

My mother and father were the epitome of love, they were the ideal couple who fell in love as soon they laid eyes on each other and the middle of their story is so cliché I’d rather let you imagine it in the most typical way possible and the end of it is, they got married!

They sadly never had their happily ever after cause they then got pregnant with me.

(After 9 months of my mother craving weird things)

He kept pacing the length of the waiting room, anxious, his face was dripping with perspiration and his brows were knitted in deep thought, his hands were clasping and unclasping and fidgeting with his jacket.

* Piano playing a sad note*

He hears the OR doors opening and rushes towards the doctor and shakes that poor guy until he’s pale. The doctor says that there were a lot of complications with his wife’s pregnancy and that they could save only one of them, and his wife told them to save his child and that he now has a healthy 4.5 pound baby boy.

He fell to the ground. How could he even live without his beloved wife! His moon and stars, his better half! He felt so utterly devastated.

Sometimes when people lose the very thing that defines their life, the very thing that they lived and breathed for, they lose faith and when that happens there is no coming back.

I think this was that moment for my father. I’ve always wondered how anyone could love anything so intensely. But I guess love is a very elusive thing which sadly won’t fit into the bounds of words.

I can try to make sense of though, from what I’ve seen, love is when my father returned home after a tired day of work and as soon as he saw the face that opened the door, he could find calmness in spite of all the chaos surrounding him. One of the biggest regrets of my life is that I couldn’t see and feel that pure unconditional love.

Anyways, in my bittersweet flashback my father also gets to know that it was my mother’s intentional decision to give her life in order to save mine.

So, from that day my father loathed to see my face. As every time he looked at me, I reminded him of the day he lost the purpose of his life. He became an alcoholic and just gave me money to do whatever the hell I want with it.

I never actually went to school regularly, used to bunk most of the time. But that didn’t matter because I passed somehow by cheating and my street smartness. But, it really hit me when I flunked my senior year and all of my friends went to Ivy League colleges, while I was left to attend my dreadful senior year AGAIN with a bunch of crackpots.

Though, that wasn’t the part that made me lose my sense of self- dignity. It was when the look of nonchalance on my father’s face when he heard the former news. Even this far in life I didn’t have goal or any plans to look forward to. This part kept me most of the nights and stole any little peace of mind I had left.

Then I attended community college in hopes of at least getting proper education. In college, I couldn’t stick to any one major for a year as I was pretty fickle minded about it.

One sunny happy day, birds are chirping, I’m braying Beyoncé’s halo and enter the college premises to see this guy snogging my girlfriend. My fury knows no bounds as I beat the shit out of him then I get to know that my girlfriend had been cheating on me with him for many months. But, it was too late to reconsider my actions as I had probably broken 50 of his bones oops!

Then I got slapped an assault case and got expelled from college for disgracing them. This particular joke that I’m about to say is a big touché moment but humour at my expense has been a trend I’ve experienced everywhere so hell with it.

I got expelled from a freaking community college with drug addicts, goons, people who have flunked their freshman year about 3 times go to. And I have been expelled from such a college for “disgracing them”!!!

Go on laugh yourself out.

But a tiny ray of hope appeared after a jumbo combo of disappointment with a side of bad luck and a dollop of ugly fate. I was discovered by the basketball scouts and got a chance to play in the local league and if I did play well, I had a chance of playing ball in college! They absolutely loved me. I had gotten so used to people being disappointed in me that I was so unsure of myself when people really appreciated me.

But as you know of my series fuck ups I had to screw this one too. But, this one was the most epic of them all. I had a few shots in before the game just to you know, bring that edge.

During the game, when I was passed the ball, my drunken brain thought it was the head of my ex-girlfriend and I started smashing the ball against my head (which my brain thinks as a pathetic attempt of kissing “her” or rather “it”). So, at the end, everyone thought I was some lunatic and I got kicked off the field (literally).

I finally let go of all the little self-respect I had and applied for a job as a cashier at McDonalds. And the reply from them was the single most embarrassing moment of my life.

I got rejected!

Then I heard a call saying that my grandpa had died but he had also left me the family mansion, which I assume is out of pity for being ignored for most of my life. This was just in time (not my grandpa’s death of course! Gee I’m not so devoid of emotion!) as I was being kicked out of my apartment due to not paying rent for past 3 months and needed a place to crash.

But, aside from that I was a 23 year old man with no job, no girlfriend, and no degrees to show for, no friends and absolutely broke. I should be the poster boy for the word “miserable” (at least that way I’ll make some profit out of my pathetic existence of a life).

The mansion looks absolutely beautiful from outside. It has a huge dome at the centre with 2 parapets flanking its either sides. The entire dome is made of tinted blue glass which makes it look like it’s a part of the sky but a glistening one filled with hand painted butterflies, hummingbirds, Macau’s and various other exotic species of birds.

The front lawn is as exorbitant as a rare and secret meadow left untouched by mankind, where the flowers unknown grow at their own liberty, unrestricted where bees hover over them making a slight buzzing sound . The whole estate looks so unreal and glorious, it is like a medieval castle left untouched.

But, all I could feel by looking at it was dejection. I felt even this wonderful piece of architecture was looming over and looking at me in pity. I sighed heavily and gathered my meagre possessions and stepped inside.

It was even more splendid from the inside. I don’t know what I’ll do with so much space, I could fit all of my things in the pantry closet! I just lay down on the plush divan to take a small nap because thinking about my wretched life made my mind blackout and heavy like I’d had a few too many tequila shots.

“Poor boy, how can anyone’s life be so tragic and pitiable!?” said pride, wiping off the tears rolling down its cheek, “I know what a troubled childhood feels like, even my mother was too haughty to admit that she had become too fat because of giving birth to me and she never looked at me with a hint of motherly affection, it totally damaged my self-confidence.”

“As if you ever had it to begin with! You appeared to be so full of yourself in front of people but deep down you’re a pathetic little wimp!”

“Stop it envy! See, you made him cry, aren’t you living up to your name! Always jealous of others! I know it’s like we can invade his privacy, by taking a peek at his thoughts, but this boy can’t even defend himself. He doesn’t get angry at all when people talk all sorts of things about him! How can he even live with himself!”

“Now now, anger you don’t upset yourself too much, your BP is gonna skyrocket. All this boy needs to do is to get laid man! He so uptight, he needs to loosen up a little and take a chill pill.”

“I totally agree with you, said Sloth, he needs to take some time out for himself and have a little self’-introspective nap once in a while right, Glutton?”

“All you ever do is take naps! And anyways he needs to round up and appear fuller, he’s such a scrawny kid! Eat more spaghetti and meatballs!”

“You’re awfully quiet Greed, speak up man this isn’t like you! You’re always complaining that you don’t as much time to speak”.

“Yeah dude, it’s just I’ve never seen any man not having even basic survivalist desires. We gotta help this fella.”

“Okay then roll up your sleeves gentlemen and ugh *cough* cough* sorry woman, we got some work to do!”

I opened my eyes and nearly peed myself in the pants, in front of me were six men and woman, I screamed like a cat dunked in a bucket of water!

“Hey Yo mate, chill down, we’re just here to help”, said a boy who was in his teens clearly by the amount of acne on his face and the ripped jeans and hoodie he wore further justified my guess, he wore a badge called “sloth”

What a weird name, I thought. Who would like to be named after the sloth bear!

“Yo, for the fact the sloth bear was named after me!”

“Now, sloth you need to follow your own words, the boy must be scared shitless. By the way, I’m Greed, nice to meet you too and that rude fellow was Sloth.”, spoke a middle aged man with a rather baggy shirt and tight jeans.

“Guys let’s introduce ourselves to make it easier for him. Hello young fellow, I’m Glutton!”, said a shirtless man whose abs glistened with sweat as though he’d come from a workout.

“Hello kitten, I’m Anger.”, said a strikingly beautiful woman with a purple dress synched at the waist with a Gucci belt and black stilettos.

“Greetings from the better part of hell dear, I’m Envy.”, said a man with a formal attire and red horn-rimmed glasses.

“Morning, I’m Pride.”, said a tall man wearing an expensive Armani suit, reebok sunglasses and slick blonde hair.

“Hi, I’m Lust.” ,he whispered, God he must be the male-version of Aphrodite! He was enough to turn a straight man like me, gay.

(I gave such detailed description of them, as they keep recurring and I wanted you guys to see them exactly like I did.)

“Umm. Hi, I’m max I guess.”, I blurted.

“God! We need to work on your self-confidence boy! Okay I’ll tell you why we’re here. While you were napping, we looked into your past and thought you might need a little boost to help you live a better life. So, each of us will help you in their own area of expertise and ooh! I almost forgot we are here only for two days, so buckle up!”

Have become schizophrenic?! I am hearing voices in my head!

“Relax honey, we are visible and audible only to you.”, Anger said.

“Humph okay, what should I do to get rid of you lot?”

Quit the sarcasm brother, first we need to get a good workout. Come on move your ass, and Glutton then pulled me away for what seemed like forever and made me workout like hell. The workout was so intense, I was so sore I couldn’t move a muscle and every time I got up my butt ached.

But, when I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t believe my eyes, my body looked like it was photo shopped! Six pack abs, killer thighs, amazing collar bone and to top it off a chiseled jaw! I looked like a Greek God!

Then, without wasting a minute, Sloth whisked me into the kitchen which was filled with amazing food and magazines. He told me, “You know what mate, you need to take some time out for yourself and make yourself happy once in a while.”

I never forgot those words.

I ate to my stomach’s fill, of course only healthy foods allowed (Glutton approved- check). Then my slot was with Anger.

We took a walk and were talking everyday stuff when she pulled me into a McDonald’s. I resisted as I had just eaten the feast of my life, but she insisted and made me sit down in a booth.

“Sometimes anger in the right direction is okay.”

Then a waiter came and asked for our order, before we could even blink an eye, he started bellowing out like a cow belching and started telling people that I was the specimen of a man who got rejected even from a McDonald’s job and thought a ball was his ex-girlfriend!

People around me started taking selfies and snaps of me and posting it on social media.

Anger whispered, “You need to defend your honour, sugar. No one is going to do it for you.”

I mustered all the courage I had left in me and punched that guy in his face. I pulled Anger away and we made for the run.

After the running all the way to house, I told her, “I never felt so exhilarated and satisfied in my entire life!”

“But, remember kitten, anger only in the right direction and for the right cause, like you defending your honour for example.”

Will remember, Ms. Anger.

Then Pride and Greed approached me together and took me into my room and gave my laptop.

“Listen son, you are quite capable and intelligent, all you need is to believe in yourself a little more and go after the things you want.” , Pride said. “So you need to write an essay to get into Ivy League colleges with full scholarship, so begin writing.”

I bit my lip. Just believe in yourself.

Then I wrote my essay by pulling an all-nighter and submitted it.

I could feel someone shaking me hardly, I rubbed my eyes and opened them reluctantly only to see Greed pulling off my blankets and telling me to get ready for a small basketball session.

We then drove over to the Baltimore city gym, I then realized he had brought me to the basketball try-outs for the city’s team!

Believe in yourself.

After almost half a day, we returned home then Lust dragged me into various clothing stores and dressed me up and told me to remember one girl who had impacted me the most.

Then, I thought how I could miss the one girl who stood with me through thick and thin! She never doubted me! Suddenly I could remember all the subtle hints she gave throughout the time we were friends, and I, a fool, never paid her enough attention, trying to go after girls who were popular!

Oh Sarah! Then I saw the smirk on Lust’s face and knew he was the one who helped me clear my thoughts.

He murmured, “Go! You moron.”

I rushed to my car and drove to Sarah’s house and almost punched a hole into her front door trying to knock.

The door opened, and when I saw her face, I found calm in midst of all chaos of my mind, guess I finally got to see the true love I always yearned for.

I gave her my true confession with gulps in between.

She told, “I thought you’d never realize.”

I pulled her waist close to me, and whispered in her ear, “Better late than never” and tucked the hair on her cheek behind her ear and kissed her like I’d never see her again.

Well, two days passed within a blink of an eye, and yet I have changed so much, grown into a better man. Oh! Only Envy hadn’t had his chance to speak to me.

I then told Sarah I’d see her tomorrow and drove back to the house to see all of them standing on my front porch. I got down and t and went and hugged each one knowing it was time to say our goodbyes.

Envy stepped forward, “Max, we always knew you were a special young man, but always remember that when you succeed, there are always gonna be people who will envy you and try to bring you down, you have to then remember how hard you worked to get there and say, fuck you assholes and stay put.”

“I love you guys; do you have to go?”

“Yes child, but we will be watching you, okay?”

Goodbye.

When I was going to unlock the front door, I saw my reflection on the glass, and I then I realized that I was always like this, but I never saw myself for what I really am.

I measured my life by milestones and achievements all along, never realizing those small moments where I was the best possible version of myself.

I guess, the old wise man was correct.

Epilogue – After a year

I am so busy right now, I don’t even have the time to write this, but I know you guys I are curious of what happened after that.

I got selected to play college ball for Princeton University with a full scholarship. Sarah and I are in a very serious relationship and we are thinking of getting married after college, oh and by the way, she also got accepted to Princeton.

I also work as a part time model for Vogue (who knew!) I think I may be playing for the NBA next year.

And I made things right with my father and actually forgave him of all his shortcomings.

I am so grateful and happy for those two days last year, though I still think my mind is playing tricks with me as I went back the McDonald’s store and asked the guy whom I punched if he remembered me and he gave this weird look .

Anyways, you guys might have thought I have finally achieved something, but I think otherwise. I am still so very insecure about myself in a thousand different ways. But when I wake up in the morning, I am so grateful for being given this life in contrast to before when I used to wonder my purpose.

~ Lady Lazarus