#everyday of my life i swear. i think about that guy who followed me for a couple months b4 his acc got nuked and he like rbed some quotes

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tcc annoying asfuck but some of you guys r so fucking funny I could almost forgive ..

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Dangerous Game

Twice Sana ft. Nayeon

Words: 4,400

A/N: Sana hella hot doe

Nayeon is sick and tired of Sana bragging about her blowjob skills yet again.

"And then," Sana says, waving her hands as she recounts her latest sexual conquest. "He came, like, everywhere. All over my face. My tits. My stomach. I swear I was just covered in cum."

"You're so fucking disgusting," Nayeon replies. "Seriously, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing!" Sana chirps. "It's not my fault guys just explode when I suck their dick."

Nayeon groans,"I'm really sick of hearing about how great you think you are at giving head. I bet I'm just as good as you are."

"I doubt it," Sana says, shrugging.

"Bet."

"Fine. Let's bet, loser has to do whatever the winner asks. But how are we gonna prove it?"

"I bet Oppa is game. He's waiting for me to come home. Technically he's the best person to judge."

"Are you crazy? I'm not gonna suck your boyfriend's cock."

"Aww, scared you'll lose?"

"Fine I'll do it, but don't get mad if he falls in love with me."

"I think I'll survive." Nayeon kept up a strong face, but as per usual, she got too caught up in winning an argument. She didn't actually think Sana would actually follow through on this, but sure enough, Sana followed her into the cab.

You hear the sound of your door creaking open. "Nayeon, is that you?"

"Yea! Sana's here too by the way!"

She must've had too much to drink and was crashing over again. A sigh escapes as you get up to greet the two crazy women.

"Here Sana, you left your pajamas last time, you can sleep in these."

"Oh what's the rush Oppa? Don't you want to have a little fun?" Sana teases you, running her finger up and down your chest.

"You're drunk Sana. Go to bed."

"Oh I'm not drunk at all Oppa. Nayeon brought me back here to suck your cock." She says in the most casual tone, like this was an everyday occurrence.

Your mind races. You can't deny that you've fantasized about Sana before. She's constantly talking about how she gives the best head in the world. But you've never taken her seriously, and you didn't want to ruin your relationship with Nayeon by actually testing the theory.

"What the fuck?" You yell at Nayeon.

"Look," Nayeon starts. "She's just been bragging so much about her fucking amazing skills. I told her to prove she was better than me, and who else would know besides you. It's the perfect solution."

You can't believe the words coming out of her mouth. This had to be a dream. But you know Nayeon is the type of girl who sticks her foot in her mouth. This is real. You can't hide the shock on your face.

"I thought she'd back down, but she's pretty set on doing it."

"Oppa, can I please suck your cock? Pretty please?" Sana pleads. Her eyes are begging.

"Um..." The decision doesn't seem difficult from her perspective, but your heart is pounding like it's a life or death situation.

Without a moment to respond, Sana is already leading you to the couch. In one swift move, she sinks onto her knees, making easy work of your sweatpants, sliding them off completely in a moment. The fabric pools at your ankles as Sana nuzzles her face into your underwear. She eagerly presses her cheek and chin into your groin. You've always appreciated her bubbly, round face, but it takes on an extra definition as it's cradled by your crotch.

She leans back for a moment and you can feel her fingers stroking your cock over your briefs, her eyes filled with childlike glee as they bounce around. Sana licks the front of your underwear and moans with delight as she gets a first taste.

Her slender hands hook into the waistband and gingerly slide it down, holding you steady by the shaft.

"Oppa, it's bigger than I thought." Sana giggles before planting an almost innocent kiss onto the head of your dick.

"What's wrong Sana, don't think you can handle it?" Nayeon scoffs as she plops onto the other end of the couch, her feet tucked into her black skirt.

Sana shoots Nayeon a glare, "Size isn't an issue my dear Nabongs. It's just I haven't really done anything yet and he's so hard already. I love how eager he's being for me."

She emphasizes her last word by rubbing her fingers up your thigh, ending at the base of your shaft, keeping it as straight as possible while her mouth hovers inches above.

"Just suck his cock, I'm not here to watch you talk," Nayeon commands.

"Now, now what's the rush Nayeon?" Sana teases while her hands reach under her shirt and into her bra, tossing them over her shoulder. You're left slack jawed, Sana's cute perky tits previously only a dream. But now they're here, in front of you. She's here, in front of you.

"What's wrong, Oppa?" she whispers "You're acting like you've never seen a pair of tits before." She teases, knowing they're bigger than Nayeon's.

"Do you wanna play with them? It's okay. Here." She pulls your hands towards her, allowing you to squeeze her soft tits.

Your gaze remains locked onto her breasts, unable to fully take in the surreal situation. One second they were out, in a teasing peek and next, you were grasping them like an overeager schoolboy.

"I thought this was about sucking cock Sana."

"Oh Oppa, she's so impatient," Sana whines, "doesn't she know a great blowjob isn't just about sucking cock. It's about the whole experience." Sana teases, placing your cock in-between her breasts, jiggling the skin, stroking you, providing sweet warmth as your tip peaks through with every movement.

"Fuck Sana..."

"Do you like that? Do you like my tits rubbing all over your big hard cock? It's okay if you do."

Nayeon is staring from the corner of your eye. "You're going to have to try harder than that to beat me," she sneers.

"See, he likes it. Isn't that right Oppa?" Sana ignores, bouncing her tits on your cock. "Doesn't that feel nice?" Sana beams at your disheveled face, pleased at your helpless reaction to her tits.

"Mmm, that's so hot, Oppa. It feels so warm sliding up and down." She interlocks her hands together, squeezing her tits together. Her tits aren't big enough to fully cover you, but it's just enough. Your cock presses into the valley of her cleavage as she starts fucking them against you, and a sight unlike any other. Sana has been teasing Nayeon this whole time but when she says those last few words, the sneer and confidence falls off her face, turning into an unadulterated gape.

Her tongue sticks out, licking the tip whenever it pops up from her squishy embrace. "Mmm, Oppa, I can taste you already." Sana kisses your slit with a hungry moan, letting some saliva drip down her chin and onto the space between her breast.

"Uggh. Can you fucking suck it already." You can hear the impatience in Nayeon's tone, finally losing all pretense and sincerity.

"This is just an appetizer," Sana interjects, stopping her jerking movements. A smirk on her lips and and naughty look emerges on her face.

"Oh my god Oppa, I can't believe how wet I am. Look." She slips a hand into her pants, and then takes it out, her fingers glistening with her juices. You look down, seeing your cock still poking up from between her tits, but also her fingers, coated with her juices.

"Here have a taste."Sana brings her index and middle finger to your mouth, gently pushing the liquid inside, tracing your lips as you gulp down her arousal.

She squeals in joy. "Oh Oppa, how naughty of you. Do you like the way I taste, hmm?" Her voice coos, watching your reactions. It's like you're drunk, entranced by the sight before you, stuck in a euphoric daze. Sana's so fucking sexy it makes you wonder if there is any woman alive that could top this.

"Come on Sana, quit fucking around." Nayeon sighs with annoyance.

"Silly, silly Nayeon, the key is making them beg. Don't you want Oppa begging for it?" Sana giggles.

"If there's not some cock sucking action I'm gonna declare myself as the winner."

"So impatient. Ok Oppa, let's give Nayeonie a show she won't forget." Sana gets back between your legs and takes a deep breath, inhaling your musk.

"Oh my god, Oppa, your scent is so intoxicating." Her hot breath is blowing against your cock. "I can't wait any longer. I need to taste you." She places a kiss on the tip, then another, then another, each time lingering a little longer than the last. The tip of her tongue slides along the sides of your cock as Sana explores with a curious excitement.

Nayeon scowls. "So your fucking blow job is going to be taking all day."

"He's just soooo hard." Sana caresses the throbbing appendage with admiration. Her right hand strokes your inner thigh in long soothing motions, the pads of her fingers tracing lines up and down your tense muscle.

It's slow, torturously slow. Light kisses and licks cover every surface of your cock, the feel of her tongue now a sensation rather than individual touches. Her tongue starts to flick against the underside of your tip, sending a shock through your body. You can feel the warmth of her breath, the pressure of her tongue. Her eye contact is unwavering, rubbing your thighs up and down with her soft hands.

You and Sana are now in your own world. A private space for the two of you, separated by both time and distance.

There's an excruciating pause. The room stills. There's no sounds, no movement. Her eyelashes flutter as she blinks. You're frozen. You can't breath, can't blink. It's an eternity.

The air moves with the slow grace of a dancer as she sucks you between her lips. Her eyes light up when the tip meets her tongue. Sana sighs, relaxing her shoulders. She lets herself get lost, transported by her desire. With the slow rhythm of a slow song, she slowly sinks lower, deeper.

Sana is worshiping your cock, treating it like it's the only one in the world. She's moaning and humming, sending vibrations through your shaft. As great as it feels, there's a special technique about her, knowing exactly how to keep you from cumming. As if she's been with you for years. She reaches for your hands, interlocking your fingers together, making this feel like a tender loving moment rather than just your run of the mill blowjob.

Her eyes remain fixated on yours, never even once breaking focus. It's one continuous moment until she pulls back for breath. A thick, translucent web stretches between the two of you. A dewy layer of spit is now surrounding your cock, dripping off the sides of her lips. You can feel the edges of her lips form a perfect ring as your cock passes between her lips. She is hypnotic, the speed is torture, but it's impossible to stop looking.

She lets you go, slowly inching up until she's next to your ear. "Oppa, can I tell you a secret?" She's whispering, like she's scared Nayeon will hear.

"Sure."

"I really love doing this, especially when it's a cock like yours. I can't wait to make you cum. I can't wait for you to explode in my mouth.

"I can't either."

"But I wanna make you wait a little bit, cause when you finally cum, it's going to be amazing." She trails a string of saliva down from your ear, running her finger past the puddle of spit still leaking off her chin and finally across your balls. She pecks her lips on the underside of the head, all the while looking like a kid about to play with their new toy.

Nayeon hits you. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Um...yeah," You whisper back. You've nearly forgotten she's here.

She seems satisfied at your answer, but it feels weird admitting that in front of her.

Sana's right back into action, your fingers still interlocked so she's using only her mouth. This time she's focusing on the tip, flicking her tongue and sucking on your head.

"Fuck Sana..."

She chuckles, feeling accomplished, her grin big as can be. The two of you resume your rhythm as you grind your cock against her welcoming cheeks. Slowly working her way down the shaft until her mouth is about halfway down. She inhales, breathing deeply, smiling even with her mouth full.

"God, I love your scent." she moans out seductively on her way back up. The hot air of her words permeate and swirl with your sweat. Her pace is further teasing, steady at first then almost playful as she slows and pauses, relishing the torment it has on you. You can feel her tongue working its way down, swirling around your cock. You're so close to bursting, but she knows just when to stop. Her hands pull away, squeezing your balls, ignoring your shaft, focusing all her attention on them. She's cupping them, massaging them, using her tongue on the one not attended by her hands.

Her hot, wet tongue tickles and warms them as she begins sucking and groping, working in unison. Knowing it felt good, but wouldn't cause you to cum. It's a change in tempo, something else to enjoy until it was time again.

"You're gonna be a good boy and hold out until I've shown Nayeon all my skills right?"

"Oh, so he's your new puppy. At least he's useful," Nayeon is curious, testing the waters, seeing how much she can push her.

Her fingers are tracing circles around your balls, sending shivers up your spine. Her other hand is slowly jerking up and down, sizing you up, using her hand to measure your cock.

"I think I can fit you." Sana calmly states, flashing a wink.

"What? What does that mean?" Nayeon yells out.

"Shush, Nayeon, let me concentrate." She tells her off and returns her eyes to you. They're dark and hungry.

Her hands position the tip between her puckered lips. Nayeon stares at the scene unfolding before her, feeling the waves of lust emanating off of Sana. She's got her hands wrapped around your shaft, holding it like a weapon. Your heart races, eyes closed, feeling the pleasure pulse.

You feel a rush, an impending doom, but one you welcome. A moment of heaven, a moment of hell, it doesn't matter to you. Lower and lower she goes, only a couple inches in and you're already overwhelmed. A surreal bliss radiates, filling your mind with an unbelievable pleasure.

There's moaning and slurping, the sound of her muffled voice vibrating through you. She's going further, inch by inch, her eyes locked with yours, fitting more of your cock into her throat every time she goes back down.

Her pace remains the same as ever, steady and sure. A thrust in, followed by a drag out. Up and down, the same torturous speed, letting the sensation flow through your entire body. There's a smug grin, prideful smile, confident in herself. Her hands roaming your inner thighs, content with her conquest, basking in it.

Nayeon stares, but with a different emotion. You feel the heat of her gaze, the anger behind them.

"It's not possible. His dick is way too big. It'll never fit. I've never even been able to-"

"Hush, Nayeon, we're not talking about you right now." She chides. Her voice is softer, kinder, the commanding tone dropping slightly.

Sana's pace quickens, the sound of her gagging and choking fills the room. Drool is dripping down her chin, and she's going faster and faster. Her nails dig into your thighs, her eyes tearing up as she forces her mouth all the way down. Her cheeks are puffed up and bulging, her neck stretches out.

"Holy shit, Sana." Nayeon jumps out of her seat, her eyes wide.

"Holy shit," you echo, feeling her sharp pointed nose tickling pressing into you.

Her tongue is jittering from the girth filling her mouth, sending wonderful vibrations through you. There's a grunt, she's struggling, straining. Sana holds it there for what seems like forever. Your cock is being squeezed by her throat, and you can feel every breath, every twitch, every swallow. After an eternity, she slides back up, and releases your cock from her throat. A string of spit and precum follows, breaking as she licks her lips. Sana looks pleased with herself, savoring the sight before her.

"Holy fucking shit," Nayeon can't hide the shock, can't help but step closer to get a better look at the ridiculous sight.

"I told you size wouldn't be an issue." Sana winks at Nayeon.

Nayeon scoffs, folding her arms in annoyance.

"Oh Oppa, do you like seeing Nayeon pout? That's such a cute look on her."

There's a few minutes of respite, Sana sucking you down every once in a while but nothing more. It gives you a chance to breathe, a moment to process. The image before you is difficult to process, as if you're having an out of body experience.

"Let me try again. It'll be easier the second time." She's not lying. The next time is even smoother. Her throat is slick with spit and precum, and your cock slides in like a knife through butter. There's sucking and slurping, coating your cock with her saliva. She's going up and down, over and over, and the pleasure is insane.

It's not like she doesn't have a gag reflex, she's using it to her advantage. She's gagging on your cock, spit leaking everywhere, the sounds of her throat a sinful delight. After taking a deep breath her head becomes a blur going faster and faster. Your cock is disappearing and reappearing, over and over again. You can't believe the sight before you. Sana, the picture perfect idol, is deepthroating your cock, gagging and choking herself over and over. Her hands have abandoned you, caressing her throat, stroking where you cock is pushing her insides outward.

She looks up at you with her pretty, innocent eyes. The term cutie sexy starts to make sense, so adorable, yet obscene, like an angel became a slut. You're groaning, and panting, stuck in an endless maze of pleasure.

She's drooling, saliva dripping down your balls to her chin, not even bothering to wipe her mouth. She just keeps bobbing her head up and down, faster and faster, moaning like a pornstar. You can see tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Your cock is throbbing and twitching. You're on the precipice of climax. You can't hold it back any longer.

She brings her mouth up, making a loud pop as she slips you out of her lips. "Oh no Oppa, you can't cum yet. Not until I've showed off all my skills to Nayeon." holding your cock in her hand and slapping it against her tongue.

"What are you doing?" Nayeon questions her, unsure on what else Sana has to show.

"Shush Nayeon, It's only the second round, and I promised Oppa three. This one is my favorite." She coos to you, sweetly kissing your tip.

"Stand up Oppa." You stand before her, looking down on her beautiful messy face. She places your hands on her head.

"Do you wanna fuck my mouth, Oppa?" Sana teases. "Here, grab my hair and shove it in."

You're stunned. This is all happening so fast.

"Come on Oppa, fuck my mouth." She takes your cock back into her mouth, and you feel the pressure from her hands pulling you forward.

There's hesitation on your side, a lingering reservation, a fear of overdoing it. You're a bit unsure, you've never been deepthroated before, yet alone fucked someone's face. You're afraid to hurt her.

Her lips curl upward, smiling like an eager puppy, letting your cock rest, leaving you suspended. With your grip still on her head, Sana waits for you.

"Come on Oppa," Nayeon snarls, "stop being such a pussy. You know she can take it. She just swallowed your whole damn cock in one go. Stop being a little bitch and fuck her face."

You thrust forward, and immediately the pleasure is overwhelming. Her hands are still pushing, and now your hands are pulling. You're thrusting and pulling, fucking her face. The feeling is unlike anything you've felt before. It's wet and sloppy, the sounds of her mouth a depraved melody. Your hips are moving faster and faster, her eyes are wide and full of lust, begging for you to use her.

The reality of the situation sinks in as Sana sucks harder and harder.

You're facefucking Sana. You're fucking an idol with every inch of your hard cock. She's pushing her head into your crotch and you're burying her face.

You're not gentle, you can't be. It's so wet and hot, and the sensation is insane. Her nails are digging into your thighs, and you're grunting and groaning, pounding her throat like an animal. She's slapping her face against your crotch, taking everything you're giving her. She's choking and gagging, drool pouring from her mouth. Her fingers are exploring, stroking the bottom of her throat and her neck.

You're groaning. This is not a blowjob this is something else altogether. Your hands are tight on her head and your mind is hazy. You're so turned on by her. You're mesmerized by her. You can't stop fucking her mouth. She's moaning and crying, but tells you to fuck her harder every time you pull out. You're focused solely on Sana and her perfect mouth. She's not even sucking - just letting you use her mouth as a cocksleeve. Her tongue is flicking over your tip whenever it enters her mouth. And it's so fucking hot.

You're at your limit. You can't hold it in anymore. You're gonna explode. And then Sana wraps her hands around your ass and squeezes, pulling you closer, forcing you to push deeper into her mouth, your balls pressed against her chin.

"Sana, I'm gonna -"

And that's her cue, her throat constricting and contracting, massaging your head while it's buried deep inside. You didn't even know this was possible. Her final trick. Her ace in the hole. A sense of pleasure that previously only existed beyond your wildest dreams. Your body tenses, and then you let go, the hardest orgasm you've ever experienced in your life, mouth or otherwise. The world goes white and the only thing you're aware of is the warmth and wetness of Sana's throat.

Cum explodes into her mouth, filling her up. She can't take it all, it's too much, and she coughs, and chokes. She pulls off, harshly stroking your cock with her hand. You're still cumming, some landing on her face, her tits, in her hair. Your entire body is shaking.

"Fuck," you groan, collapsing onto the couch. She taps on your thighs and opens her mouth, showing you the pool of creamy liquid collected on her tongue.

"Oppa, you came so much!" she says after gulping down the mouthful.

"I swallowed so much and there's still so much on me." She's scooping your cum off her face, licking her fingers clean, moaning with every drop she swallows. Her breasts are covered, and she's gathering as much of it as she can, putting her hands between her legs, scooping up any drops that landed on her thighs. She takes your hand and puts it on her chest, covering her nipple with your cum, rubbing it around her nipple, teasing it with your sticky seed.

"I told you Nayeon! An explosion! Cum everywhere!" Sana winks and teases her with a wag of her tongue.

Nayeon rolls her eyes.

Sana goes back for more, sucking your cock until every last drop has been extracted. She's cleaning you off with her tongue, kissing the head of your cock, and then she's rubbing her face on it, like a cat nuzzling her owner. "Mmm so good," she coos.

"That's enough, you've proven your point."

"Aww, but Nayeon, look how cute he is, all tired and sweaty." Sana pouts, giving your cock one last kiss before getting up.

"Yeah, well, you look like a total slut." Nayeon snaps. "Seriously, you've got cum all over your face, your hair's a mess. Not to mention, there's a fucking puddle of spit on the floor."

"So?"

"So? Do you have any idea what would happen if someone saw you like this?"

"They'd fall in love with me." Sana teases. "Oppa did."

"Don't give me that shit. You know what? Fine, you proved your point. I guess I owe you a favor." Nayeon takes a deep breath and then exhales, bracing herself. "Whatever you want, just do it quick, and don't tell anyone, okay."

"I'm so fucking horny after all of that." She looks at you, then back at Nayeon. "Threesome?" She's fluttering her eyelashes, acting more innocent than she has all evening.

"Th-threesome?" You stammer.

"Of course." Sana says, matter of factly. "You didn't think I was going to leave without taking care of myself did you?"

"Wait a second, I never said I'd do that!"

"Come on, we're both so horny, I'll bet Oppa is hard again just thinking about us making out. I bet he's already got a load saved up. Besides, he's already fucked my throat. How much worse could it get?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

"Please? Please, please, please? Pretty please, Nayeon? Oh, does this help? I swear I have the best pussy around, guys can't help but explode inside of me. Want me to prove it?" She was stripping as she spoke, not a shred of shyness or timidness anywhere to be seen.

"Oppa, look." She moans, sliding her fingers out and showing the string of sticky fluids connected to them. "Look how wet I am. You did this to me. All that talk about cocks and cumming. I'm so fucking horny. And it's all because of you." She slides her fingers back inside, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. "I'm so close to cumming."

"You're the worst." Nayeon snaps, grabbing her hand and pulling it out of her pussy. "Fine, whatever, but only cuz you won the bet. I'm not doing this because I want to."

"I love you, Nayeonie!" Sana squeals, throwing her arms around her friend. "Come on Oppa! Don't leave us hanging. We'll be waiting in your room." Sana grabs her clothes and skips away, leaving Nayeon alone with you.

"This is such bullshit. Why did she have to be so good at that? Ugh.." Nayeon mumbles. "Come on, I don't wanna keep her waiting...."

[magics-neptunes-things]

I've got McCabe

Hi guys :)

So this is a request from here (never been so quick in my life) and I've never write with Katie before so I hope it would suit you all!

Enjoy :)

TW : Love fight, swearing, Nothing else I think

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Being Katie McCabe’s girlfriend is something you cherish in everyday life. Everyone knows her reputation on the football fields, and you will never deny the truth of this, but Katie obviously has good sides to tip the scales and drive you crazy about her.

Your little bickering comes mainly from her Irish origins of which she is very proud, while you are just as proud from your Scottish origins. You certainly don’t have a team as strong as England or even Ireland, but your talents have allowed you to be spotted by Arsenal for many years and this is where you still play today. Needless to say, where you met Katie.

For today, you don’t know exactly when your mutual teasing started. You have learned over time to respond to Katie when she starts teasing you, not wishing to leave her the last word every time.

The problem today is that neither of you seems to want to admit defeat. What started out as childish games is nicely being transformed into something else while a certain mutual annoyance is being felt on both sides.

Your teammates must have felt it, Leah grabbing Katie during the lunch break while you almost get kidnap by a Beth Mead apparently more than happy to show you pictures of her puppy. You can’t say that it didn’t work, you are literally a fan of this little cutie.

But after the lunch break, when the training started again, it only takes a little teasing from Katie to start again. And again, you don’t want to let it pass, there’s no reason why it’s always you who gives up, after all.

The limit is exceeded just at the end of the training, while Katie asks you to please go store her dumbbells with yours. Already having yours to carry and a ball in the other hand, you answer her that she only has to get up to do it herself. "Well, at least Ruesha would have done it for me." This one, it hurts.

You remain frozen a few seconds there before turning slowly in the direction of the Irish which seems to realize despite everything what she has just said. But Katie doesn’t add anything, just looking at you from the mattress she’s sitting on with wide eyes. "Fuck you, Katie" you mumble coldly before disappearing from the room. The idea of throwing the ball you hold in your hand on her head would have been tempting and you admit to having thought about it for a few moments. But you weren’t alone and it was out of the question for you to provoke a real scene with violence to the key. "Mate..." sighs Leah once you leave the room. "Wha' " grunts Katie without looking at the blonde. "That was a terrible comment" "Shut up" In truth, Katie knows very well that she has crossed the line and she is very uncomfortable. Hurting you is never her intention, she has always been very careful with her behavior with you, treating you like a princess on a daily basis. Except when she decides to test your limits like today. It never went that far though. Leah answers nothing, content to follow the brunette to the changing rooms to go shower and change. Katie frowns when she sees that you’re not there anymore and your stuff either. "She left. Alessia brings her home. And you’re definitely going to sleep on the couch tonight" Kyra informs her before going to take a shower. The information squeezes Katie’s heart, you live together, so it makes sense to travel together. But she particularly likes to see you in the role of HER passenger princess.

It’s with her mind elsewhere that Irish showers and changes, taking her time in seeking the best solution to fix things. However, it’s difficult for her to know what to do since she doesn’t know what treatment she will be entitled to once she arrives home.

Are you gonna yell at her? Ignore her? Are you even going to be there or will she be allowed a simple post-it on your fridge informing her that she just has to go to hell?

It’s not in a safe state that Katie gently open the door to your house. The living room is empty, but your sneakers are carefully placed on the shoe cabinet of the entrance, informing her of your presence at home. But you’re not in the part of the living room that she can see from where she is.

"Babe?"

Only silence answers her, which doesn’t particularly surprise her. You’re stubborn too and usually Katie liked that about you. But not today.

Sighing, Katie drops her bag at the entrance and walks a little further into the house. She finally finds yourself sitting at the kitchen table, apparently completely absorbed in your readings. Yes, because in addition to your training and games, you’ve been doing correspondence marketing studies. Just in case.

"Are you still angry?" Katie tries to get closer to you.

But you just answer her that a breath of the nose, without looking up from your book. If only she knew you couldn’t concentrate for more than ten seconds. You were really hurt by her remark, even if you think (hope) that she doesn’t think about it for a single second. What could be worse than being compared to her girlfriend’s ex by the principal concerned?

"Babe please, can we just…"

"Don’t fucking touch me McCabe!"

You jumped on your legs as she approached you, ready to put her hand on your arm. In your heart you obviously appreciated that she tries a reconciliation and that she tries to catch up, but it’s still too early for the moment. Your hands tremble with anger when you go to lock yourself in your room, slamming violently the door behind you.

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"I don’t know mate, she seems really upset. She surname me!"

Katie walks around your backyard, whispering softly on the phone so you don’t hear her. She tried several times to knock on the door of your room but you never answered her, worse you even blocked the handle of the door so that she could not join you.

Leah, on the other end of the phone, has to admit that she is impressed by the strength of character with which you stand up to Katie. But Katie is still her friend and she obviously wants you to make up.

"At the same time, you compared her to your ex. Anyone would have taken it badly. I would have probably killed you."

"I know, Lee. But I can’t go back to the past, what do you want me to do?"

"Apologize?"

"She won’t listen to me, she won’t even let me in the same room as her."

"The good news is she didn’t strangle you" Leah comments with amusement.

"Not yet" answers Katie with a gloomy air.

"Let her calm down a little and in the meantime prepare an apology in good form"

"What do you mean?" asks Katie, mechanically looking up at your bedroom.

"Go get her some flowers, make her a candlelight dinner… what you know will please her."

"I have another idea" ended up answering Katie after a few seconds of reflection.

********

The night has fallen for a little while when almost timid blows are again thrown against the door of your bedroom. You sigh as you hear Katie’s voice rise from behind the door.

"I know you’re still very angry with me, but can you meet me at the livingroom please?"

You roll your eyes without answering, sitting on your side, back to the door. Now that the anger has dissipated, you realize that you were also hurt by the Irish comment. So you decide not to go. At least that was before you got a message on your phone.

Katie 🍀❤️ Baby please?

You let out a big sigh before you get out of bed. With your hands in yours (Katie’s) training pockets and your face frown, you finally leave your room. After moving the chair you had placed under the handle so that she could not enter.

When she hears your bedroom door open, Katie almost teleports to you.

"Can you close your eyes?"

"I’m not in the mood, Katie" you grumble in a low voice.

"Please" she whines.

You stare at her for a few seconds before sighing again and obeying. You let her take both hands to train you to the living room, stopping in the free passage left by the two sofas installed in the living room. Without letting go of your hands, Katie whispers

"You can open them"

You blink twice to regain clear vision and remain speechless in front of what was previously your living room. Katie installed cozy plaids and cushions on the sofa, she lit your fireplace and decorated the room with many Harry Potter goodies. You’re a fan of it, defending your house, Ravenclaw. Needless to say, the one you share your life with is from another house, which you confirmed when you forced her to take the test. Needless to say which one. (Slytherin)

On the coffee table Katie prepared bowls with several snacks and cups of hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. Everything looks like one of those photos that are on Instagram. Well, almost. Because in these photos, there’s not Katie McCabe looking at you with as much apprehension as if you were a bomb ready to explode.

"I’m sorry I was stupid like that and I hurt you. I didn’t think about it and you have no idea how much I blame myself. I should never have said that when I haven’t thought about my ex in forever and even less since we’ve been together. I mean, of course we see each other when we’re training on the national team, but that’s it. She has nothing to do with you. I’m so sorry, Baby, I swear."

Katie rambles a little bit and you get to see the nervousness behind her clumsy speech. And it makes you feel terribly tender. Realizing that she still has your hands in hers, Katie gently pulls on it to draw you a little closer to her.

"I’m not just angry. What you said is hurtful, too, Kat."

"I know" she whispers, dropping one of your hands and putting hers gently under your chin. "But I don’t mean a word of it. No one can match you."

Your gaze in her blue eyes is enough to convince you of her sincerity and despair at the idea that you may not forgive her. It’s that side of Katie that you fell in love with as well, that part that she shows almost nobody. Katie is a loyal and attentive friend, which people know as well. But she is also a tender woman who enjoys cuddling with her girlfriend. You.

"I love you so much" she adds after a few seconds, pressing her forehead against yours. "Please, forgive me."

"Okay" you end up answering softly.

Her smile is so great of joy and relief that you can’t help but smile back.

"But on condition that we watch the first film" you add, pointing to the television with a nod.

"Anything you want."

Katie hurries to make you settle into the couch, perhaps doing a little too much by hurrying to bring a stool so that you can put your feet on it. But you let her, amused by her behavior. She then runs to dim the light in the living room, hands you a cup of hot chocolate and a glass of water if « the chocolate is too chocolate ». She tenderly wraps you in a plaid, asking if you want a cushion and arranges the food bowls so that you have everything near you.

"Are you missing something?" Katie asks, looking closely around her.

"Yes" you answer with a smile.

"What?"

"You."

Bowing an eyebrow, you lift a corner of the blanket in which you are wrapped so that she comes to settle next to you. What she does smiling, even accepting that you shift to allow her too to put her feet on the stool with you. After making sure again that you didn’t miss anything, Katie launches the film and you gently lean your head on her shoulder when she puts her arm around yours.

Ten good minutes passed when you look up at Katie’s face, lit by the lights of the television.

"Babe?" you call her gently, making her look off the screen.

"Yes?"

"I love you too."

A soft smile is born on her face and you would swear that it will remain there until the end of the evening. Including when she leans over you to kiss you right now, then every other time during the movie.

Katie McCabe may be a fool, but she’s your fool.

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So… Katie McCabe is a Slytherin, what do you think? 😂

[dansedesdragons]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒

=͟͟͞♡ SIMON "GHOST" RILEY x gn!READER

⌨ | your neighbors ask you to babysit their child for an evening. after your request, they kindly agree to let your boyfriend, Simon, stay with you. this could be the beginning of a bad joke, because Simon babysitting is a rather... atypical sight? but things are going very well until the question of math exercises comes up...

notes — i had this idea recently and i found it really cute bc Simon is not a scary guy in everyday life in my eyes even if he's probably not the sunniest of guys. so just comfort bc i think we all need it <3

Oh what a sight it was... Simon, a military man by profession, with a solid reputation, well into his thirties, stood with his head in his hands, bent over a maths exercise book.

The answers to the exercises were already carefully written down in the little boy's notebook, and while his elder was having an existential crisis over a maths exercise, he was patiently playing with Simon's mask.

Simon had taken the time to explain all the exercises to the child, using the method that he knew, but he had realised that, these days, we don't teach using the same method. The child had to be able to do the exercise using the current method. So you had discovered a very patient side to your boyfriend, who explains as best he can. At first, the child was confused. Why two different methods? Then he accepted his fate, understood the two methods and moved on. But Simon didn't.

With a few muffled curses, he made a point of comparing the two methods, couching tons of mathematical formulae to prove his point: the old method was more effective than the new one. ‘‘But why?’’ you heard him swear under his breath after the third time in five minutes, ‘‘Why change a method that works very well, damn it!’’.

‘‘Simon, your language’’ you exclaimed, pointing at the child, but he wasn't listening any more. He had put on Simon's mask, which was twice too big for him, and was drawing on a corner of a sheet of paper. But it wasn't going to be conclusive as he couldn't see anything. The sight was quite comical and you took out your phone to immortalise the moment, especially Simon struggling with elementary maths problems, silently promising to show it to Johnny sometime.

Simon angrily lifted the notebook to show you his development, ‘‘But look! It doesn't make any fucking sense!’’ He looked so determined, so dramatic, so invested that you burst out laughing. You'd have thought he was about to take up arms against the national education system. He grumbled a little at your mockery, then sighed as he closed the notebook, glancing at the child who hadn't followed anything but was now asking for spaghetti bolognese.

‘‘Oh, Lieutenant Ghost, this is a science that doesn't move, you should be able to complete this mission with ease’’ you mocked shamelessly, earning yourself that murderous look, so threatening, promising terrible reprisals that you still felt a shiver of anticipation run through your body. Oh, he won't forget that when you're safe in your room, you were sure. But then he stood up, planted a warm kiss on your forehead and it was your heart's turn to shiver. ‘‘Come and help me instead of mocking me,’’ he mumbled with a semblance of an amused smile on his lips.

Later, as you walked down the steps to your appartment, you couldn't help but tease Ghost: ‘‘You know, you really did sound like a father of three, on the verge of a mid-life crisis when we're not even parents yet’’. You stopped when you realised that Simon had paused at the top of the stairs, looking down at you with a tender smile and a look of great meaning. ‘‘Not yet, for the moment...’’ You returned his beautiful smile, your heart racing at the sight, he seemed to enjoy the idea. Then you saw his smile fade and his eyes take on a bored look: ‘‘No, never mind, by the time we have a child and it grows up, they'll have time to change their methods 30 times.’’

With a sigh, you rolled your eyes and resumed your walk.

‘‘You're a pain, Simon. You're rambling.’’

‘‘I'm mostly fucking right. But when you look at it—’’

Your discussion faded as you descended the stairs, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley's swearing disappearing for good as the door to your flat slammed behind you, muffling your heartfelt laughter.

[b4tasquad]

Hii i asked earlier if you were writing for sharky! Could I request headcannons or anything really on what it's like to date him? Like how he would be in the relationship etc. :D

DATING SHARKY:HEADCANNONS

When you initially started dating sharky it was safe to say you were scared for your life. Not only did the YouTuber have a crazy following that would dissect your relationship into pieces, trying to find way to pull the two of you apart, but the amount of girls that fancied him. Scary. You had been reluctant to tell him anything though. Being someone who influences in media was obviously something he loved doing, and you didn’t want to be annoying with your insecurities which you felt weren’t really valid. Somewhere along the first few weeks of being official, sharky had noticed. He kissed you softly, holding your cheeks in his hand. “I don’t care about what they think or the girls in my dms, I just want you.” Was what he had said, honesty behind his every word. “I swear.”

He is your chauffeur. It didn’t matter if it was an hour's drive or even 2 minutes, Sharky drove you. It started with him casually offering to drive you places, and you accepted, happy to be given such princess treatment. One day, you enlightened him on your distaste for driving, just by casually mentioning it while in conversation. “ I don’t like driving, to be honest.” You had told him. “Prefer to be in the passenger seat.” From then on he had refused to let you sit behind the wheel. He gave you a ride to work, to your dates, and even for a little snack at the corner shop. While you always rolled your eyes, telling him he didn’t need to, you secretly loved it, and he knew that.

Not going to sleep without working things out. One important thing to Sharky was working things out. He hated arguing, but since it was something that happened in every couple, he focused more on how to resolve the issue than grumbling over the issue in itself. He was the calmest person you knew, and it didn’t matter how rude you were being. Sharky would reply with the softest tone, being caring and gentle with you. After a while you had picked up his traits, refusing to stay mad at him through the night. It made it even more complicated, and that was something the two of you didn’t want.

He’d make sure you’re comfortable around his friends. It was no secret that Sharky’s friends could be a little overbearing and come across as intimidating, which meant him being slightly concerned about how you’d handle it around them. He wanted you and the guys to get along, secretly needing his friend’s validation. It was the occasional “Are they being good?” when he had stepped away for a minute, or “What did you think about it?” after dinner. Luckily for him, you got along with his friends perfectly, even finding a funny friendship with one of his best friends, Aj.

When away for work, he was in them texts constantly. Checking up on you, chatting and ranting all day long. You wondered how he got the time in between events, filming and just socializing with others, but your boyfriend was Sharky. Of course, he found a way to do all that. “Babe, the guy sat next to me smells funny” he had texted you one night you knew he was supposed to be at dinner. “Just.. move?” You had laughed out loud, your laughter doubling when his response came. “I moved before even clicking send on the message.”

He was be READY for work gossip. It didn’t matter how little or big the tea was, best believe Sharky was all in to hear about your hectic work atmosphere. You found it sweet how he’d genuinely be so into it, commenting “Noo! Are you serious?” Or even “they didn’t.” It was an everyday thing. You get home from work to find Sharky doubled over the couch, waiting for you and his daily catch-up.

The first person you show your new items to. Sharky had made his love for you trying on things for him immensely clear dozens of times. He loved being laid against the bed, watching as you talked about the clothing/ item, explaining why you liked or disliked it. Often he’d come with his personal opinion which was always. “It looks amazing on you.” You rolled your eyes every time, but a smile still grazed your lips. Safe to say he was the best hypeman ever.

[elleloquently]

invisible string [8] : ellie williams

part seven

| college!ellie x female!reader - welcome to the final part of invisible string! i am so sad to be ending this short series, but extremely excited for you all to read it!! i really hope you'll like it... a lot of time was spent getting it right (: thank you guys for being so patient with me! also- thank you to all of my readers <3 special shout out to those of you who have been following this story since the first part was posted. your kindness and encouragement has meant everything to me <3 ilysm

| c/w - anxiety, swearing

it was jarring, the transition from speaking to not.

your friendship with ellie started all at once and fizzled out even quicker, no lasting proof besides the sticky notes that remained on your wall.

it felt silly, looking at them everyday. you wondered if it was inappropriate, keeping them around and on display. truthfully, you still had a little bit of hope left. if you took them down, that would certainly be the end.

she was only a part of your life for a short time, but the week had felt empty without ellie.

ellie hadn't made a move, so you didn't either.

the time apart made it easier to think though, easier to differentiate your thoughts without ellie clouding your senses.

normal friendships shouldn't feel so dramatic. they shouldn't have so many lingering stares, ghosting touches, and unsaid words. at least, you didn't think so. you hadn't experienced a friendship like that before. desperate to say it all yet too scared to say anything at all, you simultaneously wanted to tell ellie everything yet keep yourself a secret, a closed off book forever.

normal friendships shouldn't require that much thought.

the idea nagged at you continuously and you had no choice but to allow it. it was december, finals were wrapping up and the promise of winter break was no longer just around the corner, it was here.

things were always a little awkward, even when they were good. tension.

things hadn't felt weird in a bad way until the mention of jesse and dina. any color had promptly drained from ellie's face, and she was too quick to get away. you were confident that you hadn't misspoke. surely it was something on ellie's end, but it bothered you nonetheless. you had to have been apart of it.

thinking about ellie made you feel selfish, because it almost felt vain to weigh the ways in which she could potentially care about you. reading into stolen glances was a pastime that possibly could've been increasing your vanity. you didn't typically have such thoughts such as oh, i look pretty today, that must be why she keeps looking at me.

you missed looking at ellie. how pathetic but true, it had only been a few days but surely your journal was tired of hearing about it.

you quickly learned that ellie seemed a little impulsive, driven by her stubbornness. well, two can play at that game. you wouldn't even text her.

you half hoped that your absence would make her grow more fond at the idea of you, though maybe you had only pushed her away further. no texts, no anything.

sure, it was finals week. but still.

half of your clothes were packed away, piles around your room that you would swear was an organized method. studying didn't really do you any good, your last final was here and you were drained. you felt like an idiot for being more concerned about ellie, but you had done fine in the class all semester anyway.

snow was finally starting to pile on the ground. you would appreciate the beauty more after your final was finished, when it didn't matter if your hair grew wet from the melting flakes.

campus was quiet and relatively empty as you hurried to the building in which your final would take place. you liked being early, and refused to push the time limit for an exam. maybe the thought of seeing ellie again made your feet move a little quicker, but you focused on rehearsing the study guide in your head during your walk.

your heart pounded with every step. despite actually enjoying the class, you never felt relaxed at the idea of an exam. you had been so focused on ellie, it didn't really sink in that you would be sitting still in a silent room, clock ticking quietly as you would try your best to answer each question. what if you couldn't even focus?

it was too late to worry, and too early to resign yourself yet.

you made it in time, twenty minutes early, your specialty, but quite a few people already occupied the classroom. it wasn't anything out of the ordinary, though. people usually arrived early for finals. the satisfied smile slipped off of your lips however when you noticed that ellie wasn't around.

your heart dropped.

did she opt to take the exam early? what if you had already saw her for the last time, and you had no idea?

you sunk into your seat, wanting to text ellie but you were starting to forget the wording of a definition that you were trying to memorize last minute. sparing a quick glance at your phone, you decided to pull out your study guide instead for a last review.

how the fuck were you supposed to focus?

it was technically still early, but you pulse quickened everytime someone that wasn't ellie walked into the room.

what if ellie wasn't coming? even if things were weird, you guys had become friends. it would be fucked up just to never say bye, right? unless she wasn't as emotionally invested in the situation as you were... which, let's be honest...

the door was heaved open once again and you tried not to look disappointed when in walked a guy from your class. you refocused your gaze on your study notes when suddenly a muttered "thank you" pulled you out of your thoughts.

the guy was holding the door open for someone, but you didn't need to look to know who it was.

in walked ellie, shoulders straight and eyes set. you opened your mouth, ready to say something, but she walked right past you and towards the desk that she previously sat in, before you became friends.

your eyebrows furrowed and it felt like the final nail.

but she hesitated.

ellie hesitated before backpedaling and sat down in the empty spot next to you. the act alone practically gave you an ego.

she didn't glance at you even once, and somehow that felt even more obvious than if she would've looked at you. despite the circumstance you felt giddy, determined to redeem yourself for a mistake that you didn't even make.

you eyed ellie. she was trying so hard not to glance in your direction, it was cute. you had to try. you'd regret it if you didn't. you mentally debated which was worse, regret or embarrassment.

"so," you began, wanting to sound confident instead of squeaky with nerves. "on a scale of one to ten, how fucked do you think you are for the final?"

ellie's eyes widened and you tried, you really did, not to break out into a grin.

you continued. "i think i'm standing at a solid..." you pretended to think, drawing your eyebrows together as you looked to the ceiling, but you already knew what you were going to say. "...six?"

ellie snorted. "do you just memorize everything that i say?" she quipped, finally turning toward you.

your smile was sly once you looked away from her. "i don't know what you're talking about?"

ellie rolled her eyes, but you were finally speaking again and it was so good. a little late maybe, but good.

"don't copy me," ellie said, her words clipped. you knew she was joking. "anyway, you're gonna do better than a six. you organize your notes like a crazy person."

you frowned at the teasing statement but your heart skipped a beat anyway. ellie couldn't seem to meet your eyes and it made you feel greedy, desperate to get to the bottom of things.

"how have you been?" you asked, casually enough.

ellie looked at you as though you had posed a trick question.

"it's finals week," she replied flatly, but there was something else there.

you nodded. "right, but..." you quietly trailed off. there was no point in starting a big conversation with the exam merely minutes away.

ellie seemed visibly uncomfortable.

"the last time we talked, i..." ellie began to speak without knowing where she was going to end her sentence. you really needed to memorize that definition from earlier.

you flung open your notes. "it's fine," you dismissed. it wasn't really, but maybe you didn't want to do this now.

ellie winced. "it's not," she disagreed.

last week she had practically left you in the dust. now she wants to get confrontational?

"ellie," you frowned. "do you want to look through my notes? i have the ones from the section that i helped you with, that day in the library?" you looked up curiously, hand hovering over the pages incase she accepted.

ellie laughed, short and breathy. "i'm okay."

her tone was polite and light, a drastic change from how awkward she was just being. you carried on, quickly scanning paragraphs. cramming was never helpful, but you couldn't help yourself.

"i didn't really need your notes," ellie mumbled, looking away from you and at her hands instead.

you barely caught on to the uttered confession. "hm?"

her words took a second to register in your brain, to which you finally pulled your gaze away from your notes.

"are you declining my help in a passive aggressive way, or do you have something to say?" you asked quickly, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could think it over. the classrooms were always too hot this time of year. your hands felt too dry and the feeling of them against paper was driving you crazy.

"what? no," ellie quickly corrected, shifting nervously in her seat.

you leaned over to unzip your bag that was on the floor, leaning against your chair. "i was just asking," you mumbled, pulling a small bottle of lotion from it's secure place in your bag.

ellie watched carefully as you applied a small amount to your hands. the sweet, floral notes reached her nose and she craned her neck in an attempt to read the scent name on the decorated tube.

"ellie?" you pressed, zipping your bag shut once again when you were finished with the lotion. ellie's sentence was unfinished, and you were running on little to no patience.

"i'm sorry," she breathed out. it wasn't what you were expecting and you blinked in surprise.

you would've clung to her every word, but you'd rather it be saved until your finals were over. you couldn't tell if it was a good i'm sorry or a bad one, and the result might genuinely impact your grade. it had to be discussed, you couldn't live with it being left alone. you debated biting the bullet and just asking if she wanted to hang out, but the idea of rejection made you hot in the face.

there it was again, regret or embarrassment.

if she said no, the embarrassment would most likely creep over you every night when you tried to sleep, but at least you wouldn't have to face her again. last chance.

you came out of your thought by noticing the dejected look on ellie's face. right, she said sorry.

"ellie," you tried again. "are you busy after this... or, or tonight?" you tried not to make it sound weighted, but you didn't think that you succeeded.

something of a surprised smile registered on ellie's face that she tried to suppress.

"after this?" ellie questioned, her words rushed. there wasn't much time to converse anymore. the final exam was looming.

you nodded. ellie blinked. "yes. sure," she responded, a little dazed.

satisfaction bloomed within you. it wasn't over yet.

thank god, you didn't have to work your way through this exam battling tears of rejection and heartache.

you wanted to say more, but the time that you had been prepping for weeks was finally upon you. you were stupidly emotional about the class ending. this class brought you ellie. this final was the reason for your budding friendship with ellie. you didn't want whatever this was with ellie to end with the class. you would finish the exam, and then you would talk.

"hey," ellie muttered, getting your attention quickly before the exams were handed out. "good luck," she said warmly.

you didn't bother hiding your smile. "good luck," you replied sincerely. you spared ellie one more quick glance before tuning in to focus.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ellie left the exam before you did. she had finished first, only by a few minutes, but your heart raced. you were nearly done, just checking over answers when ellie had stood up, turned in her final, and left. she looked back at you before she had walked out of the doors. you had made eye contact. and then she was gone.

you skimmed all of the pages, making sure you had answered every question. your stomach hurt. did she leave? did she just leave?!

granted, of course, you could text her later. hopefully she would respond. but it was hard to make sense of any rational thoughts after the image of her leaving.

you did your best. you even felt fairly confident. you blindly gathered your things and turned in your exam, wishing your professor a final farewell and a happy winter break.

you pulled your phone out of your pocket upon exiting the classroom, hoping to see a text from ellie. instead, you simply saw ellie.

"oh," you said audibly.

ellie's head snapped up as soon as you appeared in the hallway. she was sitting on a bench outside of the classroom. she was waiting.

"how'd it go?" she asked hopefully.

you breathed a sigh of relief that turned into a laugh. she waited for you. the weight of the exam had been lifted off of your shoulders. now the only thing left that was bringing you down was where you stood with ellie.

"it's over," you mused, relieved that for a little while, there would be no assignments or tests to leave you in a tizzy. "what about you?"

ellie smiled in response, but her expression was lacking happiness. "we're free."

you nodded slowly, wanting to get on with it but at the same time feeling perfectly content with the small talk.

"so," you started, but the classroom door flung open causing you to flinch. another student completed the exam, exiting into the hallway. you stepped aside, drawing closer to ellie. "wanna get out of here?"

"do you have the time?" ellie questioned, looking at you almost accusingly.

your eyes narrowed. "yes," you emphasized. "that was my last exam. I am officially on winter break. also... you were the one that disappeared the last time we talked."

ellie paled, focusing her gaze on her converse. "yeah. about that..."

a small group of people came down the hallway. ellie stood up and gave you a look. "let's get out of here," she affirmed.

you trailed behind her, wringing your hands. what exactly were you even supposed to say? was this supposed to be some sort of all or nothing situation, because you really weren't very good at those...

once ellie noticed that you weren't at her side, she halted. "are... you okay?" she asked, looking unsure.

you nodded, eyes wide. you could see out of the doors, snow was falling once again. it was really starting to stick to the ground, too. the sight made your heart swell. "'it's snowing," you mumbled, awkwardly gesturing with your hand.

ellie let out a dry chuckle. "yeah, it is," she remarked, a soft smile painting itself on her lips. "wanna go to my dorm?"

you nodded once more, absentmindedly. ellie held the door open and you stepped outside, mentally welcoming the snow.

the walk was quiet. awkward. neither of you bothered with anymore small talk. it felt weird, saving the conversation until you arrived in ellie's dorm. you were anxious to see if she still had your doodles on her wall.

you made it in record time, motivated by the cold and slippery sidewalk. ellie laughed at you once you entered the building, stomping your shoes to rid them of any snow.

"you have snowflakes. in your eyelashes," ellie murmured, placing a careful hand under your chin to direct your gaze so she could examine them.

you stilled and held your breath, the feeling of her touch warming your body so much that you felt desperate to shed your coat.

"they'll melt," you whispered with an uneasy laugh.

ellie caught herself and removed her touch. your stomach flipped.

"i thought one time you said something about not liking when they melted on your eyelashes. something about your mascara running?" ellie teased, leading the way to her room.

"yeah, so i buy waterproof," you explained as if it were obvious.

ellie clicked her tongue and unlocked her door. "right. silly me," she breathed, stepping aside to let you into her room first. every action like that brought you butterflies.

you tried not to make it obvious, but you immediately looked for the notes on her wall. once your eyes landed on them, you breathed a sigh of relief. they were still there. suddenly you didn't feel so weird about keeping them on your wall either.

the room smelled like ellie. you wanted to soak it in.

ellie took off her coat, placed her bag on the floor and then dropped her coat on top of it. you followed suit, tucking your bag into a corner and shrugging off your coat. you were going to put it on the floor too, but ellie grabbed it from your hand and hung it on the back of a chair.

your cheeks warmed and you looked away.

"i feel like we should be studying or something," you tried with a small laugh.

"or something," ellie mused.

she sat on her bed, legs hanging over the side. you stood in front of ellie, avoiding eye contact.

"can i get you anything?" ellie awkwardly offered after a moment. "i don't have much left but i can offer you the water that's left in my bottle."

you rolled your eyes despite the corners of your lips, which quirked upwards. "charming. i'll pass, thank you."

"suit yourself," ellie sighed.

you were both trying way too hard to sound nonchalant. you hated it.

you stood awkwardly, not sure what to do with your hands. after a moment of hesitation, you finally made the plunge.

"ellie, did i like... say something? or do... something?"

you were scared of her answer, scared that maybe you really had been embarrassing yourself all along and now you wouldn't hear the end of it.

she looked resigned. you could tell that she was debating something, the way her eyes flicked away from your face and her eyebrows drew together.

"you didn't do anything," ellie confirmed. you could tell that she was physically working up to something. "i thought maybe... dina and jesse? i thought they might've said something stupid," she uttered.

you tilted your head in confusion, but your heart beat sped up. your mind flashed back to that moment, someone that ellie likes.

"they didn't," you reassured.

"yeaah, that's what they said too. i guess i just kinda... freaked." ellie replied, scratching the back of her neck.

"they were really nice," you offered awkwardly. "i didn't mean to make you feel weird or anything."

you even tried to avoid it, but you didn't have to explain that now. it's not like you would have actually hung out with dina and jesse... no offense to them of course, but you didn't know them so the idea made you feel extremely uncomfortable.

"you didn't," ellie pressed, adamant about not making you feel bad. "i thought that maybe i did."

you scrunched up your nose. "is that why you said the thing about freaking me out? because you really didn't."

ellie nodded. "i just thought they said something dumb. or something they shouldn't have said," she reiterated. ellie kicked off her converse.

your eyes widened, immediately thinking the worst. surely ellie was not the type of person to be nice to your face and then talk poorly about you to her friends? you honestly felt that if she didn't like you, you obviously wouldn't be standing in her room. still, the nagging thought persisted.

"something like what?" you asked, your voice coming out sharper than you intended.

"nothing bad, i just- dude, i feel like i'm on trial when you're just standing there like that."

your cheeks heated in embarrassment. "sorry," you mumbled, taking off your shoes and carefully tucking them next to your bag. you sat on the edge of her bed, and ellie turned to face you.

ellie's eyes scanned your features once you sighed.

"this is so dumb," you muttered. to your surprise, ellie laughed in relief.

"i was being weird. and i shouldn't have been," ellie clarified. "i'm sorry i made you feel bad."

the sincerity made you feel awkward. "it's okay. we're good?"

"we're good," ellie confirmed.

you blinked, forcing a smile onto your face. you were ready for this part to be over but there was still so much to be said.

you tore your eyes away from ellie, studying the solar system poster above her bed. "i still haven't seen the planetarium," you uttered wistfully.

ellie tilted her head, staring at you while you were unaware. "i'll take you," she said automatically, the words leaving her before she was able to doubt herself.

a ghost of a smile flickered on your lips.

"i think i've only been to a planetarium a couple times, as a kid," you said, eyes glancing over the starry map.

ellie smiled, quickly glancing from your lips to your eyes.

"for my sixteenth birthday, joel took me to this awesome museum," ellie began. her tone was wistful yet determined, voice laced with her best storytelling inflections.

you turned to face her again. ellie's eyes lit up while she spoke.

"it was a science and history museum," ellie explained. you smiled at her easy enthusiasm. "-and it had this planetarium that was the coolest fucking thing i've ever seen."

the smile quickly left your lips once your mouth dropped open in realization. "oh! the pictures!" you scrambled off of ellie's bed, leaving her to look confused and mildly concerned.

"pictures?" she questioned, getting up to follow after you. you lead her to the wall that was covered in all of her drawings and photos. you could've sworn that you remembered them. you scanned her wall, looking for two pictures in particular as your face scrunched up in concentration.

"there!" you pointed excitedly. the two photos that you remembered, ellie in an astronaut helmet grinning wildly at the camera, and ellie and joel wearing hats, posed in front of a massive dinosaur display.

"are those from your birthday?" you asked, stomach twisting with your words. you hoped that you were right, or else it might be embarrassing. maybe it was embarrassing anyway, the fact that you had so vividly remembered those photos.

ellie chuckled. "yeah actually, they are."

ellie bumped your shoulder, causing you to grin at her decorated wall.

"i love how many pictures you have," you sighed. "i have such a cute camera, but i always forget to take pictures in the moment." you explained with a frown.

"bring it when we go to the planetarium," ellie suggested plainly, as if her entire sentence didn't completely cause your pulse to quicken.

when.

we.

"okay," you replied flatly, wondering if ellie could tell how uneven your breathing had gotten. fueled by blind courage, you stared at astronaut ellie when you spoke. "i'm leaving tomorrow, though. going home for break."

"we'll go after break," she clarified, looking at you.

you turned your head to meet her eyes, willing yourself not to flinch at how close your faces were. the green of her eyes were always enchanting, but this close?

you swallowed hard. "okay," you agreed.

and it was official. ellie wanted to keep seeing you after break. you had done the impossible college task, turn a class friend into a real friend.

friend. honestly, it was laughable.

"okay," ellie repeated in a whisper. her eyes bore into yours and you were frozen, wanting to pull away but your body stayed still, feet planted. she was so intense.

you forced your body to move, turning your head away from her and taking a step back. you heard ellie sigh as you moved.

"i was never trying to blow you off," you confessed suddenly, once your back was to ellie.

you obviously had caught her off guard by the way in which she hummed in surprise. admittedly, you had caught yourself off guard too, but it had been weighing on your conscience too much. you couldn't ignore the signs anymore, and as much as you would have loved to wait around for ellie to make the first move, she was too concerned about potentially freaking you out.

"remember when you asked me if i wanted to go to the dining hall with you? the first time," you clarified. "and i said that i was free the rest of the day." you busied yourself by straightening the green throw blanket on ellie's bed.

ellie nodded, even though your back was turned. "yeah?"

"and then i stopped hanging out with you after class."

"yeah."

"i... um, i lied," you confessed suddenly, whirling around to face her.

ellie's features were etched in confusion. "lied about what?" she pressed, her voice low.

all of your insecurities felt heightened by how intensely she was staring at you. you felt cowardly, explaining the next part.

"i lied about being free?" you mumbled, face hot.

ellie's eyebrows knitted together, as if to say go on...

"i have another class on those days, like, about an hour later. but... i lied and said i was done for the day because... i wanted to... hang out?"

you mentally lost your footing but got there eventually, holding your breath once you finished your sentence. the silence was daunting until ellie suddenly laughed.

"are you fucking kidding me?" she asked, eyes wide.

"n-no?"

ellie shook her head. "why didn't you just tell me that?" ellie laughed, clearly amused.

"because it's embarrassing?" you said, believing it to be obvious.

"well, yeah," ellie mused. you visibly deflated.

ellie managed to hold back her laughter as she took a small step towards you. "you could've told me," she reiterated more seriously.

"sure i could've," you mumbled, rolling your eyes. "i was too nervous. it felt so stupid."

"you skipped class to hang out with me?" ellie's eyes glinted with bemusement. you wished she would stop looking at you, you needed a break. you quite literally felt like you were burning up.

"so what?" you snapped in defense, and ellie's laughter escaped her. you frowned, crossing your arms.

"i just wish that i knew that before," ellie shrugged, taking another step towards you. you countered it by taking a small step backwards.

"yeah well..." you shrugged. "i'm sorry. it's weird."

ellie immediately shook her head. "it's not," she pressed. she went from joking to being serious so quickly. god she made your head spin.

"i just didn't wanna-" you were quickly cut off by ellie.

"freak me out?" she finished. your blank expression was enough of a confirmation.

"imagine how i felt," ellie pointed out. "i thought that maybe i... i don't know," she shrugged it off. it wasn't fair, you were totally embarrassed and she kept brushing things off. it was infuriating. she looked so cute in her hoodie.

"maybe you what?" you pressed once again. finish your sentences, ellie.

ellie took a deep breath. "maybe i scared you off."

you shook your head slowly. yeah, these conversations were not typical in normal friendships.

"you didn't," you said. your words were quiet but weighted. you prayed for ellie to catch onto the implication. please please please-

ellie took a step closer. you took a step back. your body knocked against ellie's bed and you straightened your knees.

"good," she said simply, not breaking eye contact.

"okay, enough about that," you laughed weakly. "why did you want to hang out with me in the first place?" you questioned, attempting to change your tone.

ellie's eyebrows raised. "seriously?" she asked flatly, unimpressed with your question.

whatever. this so wasn't fun.

"how would you recommend going about making friends?" ellie asked tauntingly.

"oh, you're putting me on the spot again. let's not do that anymore," you suggested. ellie laughed suddenly and rolled her eyes.

"my bad," she joked, throwing her hands in the air to resign. you smiled but the butterflies in your stomach made you feel sick.

you threw her an accusing look but she grinned, enjoying whatever this situation was. you almost felt jealous, wondering what it was that you could have possibly done that managed to boost her confidence.

"besides, you never answer any of my questions," you argued.

"well you just have so many," ellie mumbled and then frowned. "and yes i do," she defended. "i just answered your question about those pictures being from my birthday."

"ellie," you complained.

ellie mocked your tone, saying your name as a complaint.

you appeared unamused, willing the corners of your lips not to turn up.

ellie dropped the joke-y smile and genuinely appeared to be conflicted. you worried that you pressed too far, maybe things didn't need to come out right now, but you stayed silent anyway.

"fine," ellie finally said. "ask me."

"ask you what?" you quickly questioned.

"just ask me."

heart pounding, you remained still as ellie took another hesitant step towards you. you felt as though there were so many things that could go wrong. it was all dangling, right in front of you. one wrong move or one right move, you couldn't decide which it was, and everything would be out in the open. you were terrified, wanting to immediately backpedal but at the same time, you were starting to feel addicted to the adrenaline of being around ellie. you wanted to ask her so many questions but also, nothing at all.

at once it came to you, and the final exam that you had just taken felt like it had been days ago.

you wrinkled your nose. "what did you mean when you said you didn't really need my notes?"

the expression that registered on ellie's face made you feel as though you had asked the incorrect question.

"i just mean, you didn't say that you don't need my notes, you said that you didn't need my notes which doesn't make sense because-"

"i lied," ellie cut you off.

you gaped at her and ellie took another step, this one even more hesitant. you couldn't move away any further. you resigned and sat down on her bed.

"about what?" you asked, and your voice came out more quiet than you had intended. you felt like your heart was pounding in your ears.

"i didn't need your notes."

"i know, you said you didn't but-"

"no, i didn't need your notes," ellie tried again. "i never needed your notes."

she was treading lightly and you could tell. ellie tried meeting your eyes, but you stared down at your hands in your lap.

"you never needed my notes," you repeated softly.

ellie nodded once, encouraging your train of thought. she let it linger, only for a moment before clarifying. "in the library. the study group."

what?

"you never needed my notes?" your head snapped up, eyes wide as you finally met ellie's gaze. she slowly shook her head, trying to gage your reaction.

you felt humiliated, as if you had forced ellie to study with you even though that certainly wasn't the case at all. she had even encouraged it, initiated it even, but dread still filled a pit in your stomach.

"but you said that you were there for the study group!" you said, grasping for straws. ellie chuckled.

"yeah, i was. just not for the reason you thought."

you tilted your head to the side. "go on," you said, raising an eyebrow.

"i didn't need help. i wasn't there to get help. i was actually there to give help, but the person didn't show up," ellie explained.

you blinked once, slowly. you repeated her words in your mind. you let it sink in.

"oh my god," you muttered, partly in disbelief. "why did you let me help you?"

"becauuse," ellie carefully sat next to you. "i figured... if you thought that i needed help, you would stay."

her expression remained stoic despite the red blush that was creeping up onto her face. your stomach flipped.

"and i stayed," you uttered.

"you stayed," ellie confirmed. "mission accomplished," she offered weakly.

she wanted you to stay. she acted like she needed your notes so you would stay.

ellie was watching you carefully, but you didn't feel pressured to react. you wiped your palms on your pants.

"okay," you began calmly. "i hate study groups. i hate the awkward conversation, being around people that never actually speak to me. i never go to those things. the only reason that i went was because you asked me about it in class. and so i thought that i might see you there. and i wanted to see you," you added the last part, letting the words fall into the open.

"you're fucking with me," ellie immediately said.

"i'm not," you argued, defensive and buzzing.

ellie clicked her tongue in disbelief, eyeing you. shorter strands of hair always fell into her face. you wanted to swipe them away.

"jesus," ellie mused.

"is that why you wanted me to stay? you wanted to be friends?"

ellie winced at friends, and you inwardly cringed.

dear god.

"not friends," you quickly clarified. "well, friends, but..." your voice failed you, but maybe it was for the better. you wished you weren't wearing a sweater, too warm.

ellie said your name, quietly to get your attention. you met her eyes. her mouth slipped into a sly smile when she spoke.

"i sat next you because i thought that you were pretty," she uttered pointedly.

oh! like like like!

your mind and face went blank. "oh," you laughed after a second.

"oh?" ellie questioned, watching you carefully.

ellie leaned into you, elbows propped on her legs. you swallowed hard. you felt like you were watching yourself instead of actively experiencing what was happening. it was dreamlike.

"you're the only reason i haven't skipped class all semester," you blurted out. you grimaced, twisting it into a nervous smile. okay, sure, no time like the present.

ellie looked at you curiously, cocking her head to the side. "really?"

"really," you confirmed, running your fingers along the blanket on her bed.

"you definitely weren't obvious," ellie murmured, looking at you in amusement.

"i wasn't supposed to be, are you kidding? this is humiliating."

"is it?" ellie questioned, eyebrows raised in concern despite the smirk on her face.

"sort of? oh my god, i feel so dumb. i had the biggest-" you paused in hesitation, the word crush hadn't been used yet and you were reluctant to be the first.

like like like!

"i wanted to talk to you all semester," you corrected, still burning with embarrassment. "and when you sat next to me, well, i know that technically i sat next to you but that was my seat first so really all i was doing was sitting in my normal seat where i had sat every other day but then you decided to move seats so really-"

you rambles were cut off, surprisingly, pleasantly, by ellie leaning inwards and placing her hands on your shoulders. you were suddenly pulled towards her as ellie closed the gap between the two of you.

her lips, warm and a little chapped, met your own without a moment's notice. your eyes widened in surprise before you forced them shut, melting into ellie as she brought a careful hand to the side of your face. your heart pounded, butterflies exploded in your stomach and yet you tried not to think, only to enjoy it.

like!

the kiss lasted merely seconds before ellie pulled away, lifting her hands away from you. they hovered above you, the ghost of her touch lingering. you already missed it. ellie quickly scanned your face for any indication of feeling.

you were lost for words, every hopeless hope that you had held and carried with you for weeks turned out not to be hopeless after all. now probably wasn’t the best time to feel shy, but nerves consumed you.

despite them though, you laughed. “so when jesse said someone that ellie likes…”

“yes,” ellie confirmed.

you grinned. “me too.”

“yeah?” ellie asked softly.

you hummed in response, allowing your eyes to flutter shut as ellie leaned in once again. you allowed yourself to be kissed, drowning out your nervous feelings with complete and total bliss.

you pulled away first this time, drawing your knees up to your chest.

"how long?" you inquired, peering to the spot on the wall where the sticky notes were on display.

"since the first day, when a pretty girl was in my class and i had to take the seat in front of her."

"me?" you whispered, as if you were being let in on a secret. in a way, you supposed, you were.

ellie nodded enthusiastically.

"me too," you said with a frown. "good thing you finally spoke to me, 'cause class would've ended before i had the chance."

"good thing," ellie agreed with a hum. you wanted to kiss her again.

"so, is there a reason i got invited to lunch? they said something about you canceling all the time," you mused.

ellie waved it off. "just dina being dina. i was canceling but... there was only so much time left in the semester to try and impress you," ellie joked wistfully.

you shook your head in disbelief. "i can't believe this."

"you? what about me?" ellie countered. "when i saw you that night at the bar, with that guy? god, i was fucking praying that you didn't have a boyfriend or something."

"cute," you responded simply, to which ellie wrinkled her nose.

"oh, and when i gave you my number?" ellie continued on, talking animatedly now. "and you didn't text me at all during the entire weekend?" ellie shook her head, letting out a breathy laugh. "i thought it was over for me."

"i was so scared," you admitted.

"it's okay," ellie reassured you. "we got to the bottom of it."

you smiled, looking at your hands. the silence that ensued was comfortable.

"were you ever going to tell me?" you asked finally.

ellie sighed heavily, scanning your face. "i don't know. i wasn't sure if you wanted me to. i had to be sure." she looked down at your hands, fidgeting and wringing.

you nodded in understanding. "you were sort of driving me crazy these past few weeks. i couldn't tell if you actually liked me or if i was overreacting to everything."

"oh, join the club," ellie mused.

okay, note to self, trust your gut feeling. unless anxiety is controlling your gut feeling. then… disregard completely. other note to self, try to figure out the difference between a real gut feeling and an anxious, fake gut feeling.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

you talked and talked with ellie until the sun went down. you had hardly noticed it had gotten dark. the shades and curtains were open, once letting in the natural light from the day. the room grew dark as night fell, but neither of you moved from the bed. you sat, talking and laughing and whispering and you wondered how cheesy you would seem if you pinched yourself.

time ticked by no matter how much you opposed it, and the threat of morning weighed heavy on you.

"i'll walk you," ellie insisted once you were putting on your shoes.

you glanced out of the window. snow was piling up quickly. it was beautiful to look at, but you dreaded the walk back to your dorm.

"are you kidding? no way," you refused. you felt bad enough the last time that ellie had walked you home, and that night's weather was nice compared to tonight.

"are you kidding?" ellie began putting on her shoes, lacing up her converse.

"i'm just going to go," you threatened flatly.

"okay, i'll just trail behind you and try not to look like a total creep," ellie retorted.

you pushed out a breath of air, trying not to smile. ellie had her jacket on quicker than you did anyway.

when ellie asked if you had gloves this time, you were proud to pull them out of your coat pocket to show her.

"a hat?" ellie questioned next.

"i can't find my earmuffs," you grumbled.

in response, ellie placed her own hat on your head, tugging it down so that it covered your ears with a look of determination on her face.

the walk was peaceful, though trudging through the quickly fallen snow had proven to be difficult. it was beautiful though, and ellie guided you with a careful hand on your arm so you could focus your gaze upward, at the falling snowflakes.

when you arrived at your dorm, you both hesitated in the cold despite your noses turning red.

"ellie, do you want to come in fo-"

"yes," ellie quickly answered. you grinned.

yourself and ellie spent two more hours talking together. you stood back and observed while ellie paced around your room, looking at pictures and trinkets. everything about her was endearing. the shy smile that graced her lips upon seeing the sticky notes on your wall was the reason behind your third kiss that night.

when ellie finally had to leave, she parted with promises to text when she had made it safely. and she did.

you traced her name from the sticky note over and over, emotions swelling inside of you. despite the calm you felt fairly overwhelmed, left with so much to process. positively overwhelmed, at least. no longer would you lose sleep, analyzing and overthinking trying to figure out if ellie could truly like you.

like like like!

you would see her again after break, it was certain. you would text her, not worrying if ellie didn't really want you to have her number.

after all, she gave it to you for a reason... just as she reminded you before leaving for her dorm.

so of course, you promised to text her.

and you did.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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🦠 Neutro-2145 Follow

B Cell hasn't worked in a while, the bacteria tastes bland…

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❤️ IM1235 Follow

The neutrophils are so cool when they're saving the body! I should get them a gift to show my gratitude!

❤️ IM1235

Ok I just saw them rip out the insides of an infected cell, I don't think I can sleep tonight.

#oh my god #do they do that all the time???

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🧸 Dendri217 Follow

I don't think sewing lactic acid bacteria nearly everyday is good for my mental health, but it sure is fun! I need to go outside more I think

#lactic acid bacteria #my beloved #maybe I have too many of them #but you can never have too many lactic acid bacteria

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As much as I love Helper T as a friend I wish he'd stop buying random things with our budget. He didn't even solve the Rubik's cube he bought last time, now he's buying those metal wire puzzles.

🎆 RegT59

He offered to get me something and I bought a conch shell just because it looked interesting. His bad habits are rubbing off on me.

#sigh #i should just stick to solitaire #our office is getting so cluttered

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⚪ Neutro-3033 Follow

The amount of people that don't know not all neutrophils enjoy eating bacteria or infected cells is wild. Have you tried to eat some?? It's terrible. Some of us only eat it because it's part of the job.

#i swear #its so annoying #at least the RBCS bring us stuff other than bacteria #i really wouldn't mind something less sweet

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🐦‍⬛ King-Killer

How do I tell my subordinates that I don't actually hate them and that I'm just strict and they need to stop being so sloppy? Believe me guys I like having you around please invite me to something I'm begging you

🐦‍⬛ King-Killer

That was a moment of weakness ignore that (please invite me please please please ple

🐦‍⬛ King-Killer

WHICH ONE OF YOU REBLOGGED THIS?? NOW ALL MY SUBORDINATES ARE CONSTANTLY BRINGING ME WITH THEM FOR LUNCH????

#its okay squad leader #we honestly just thought you'd be too busy to bother with us #so glad you actually do like us #the boys love you too

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What even is the point of living? If not just for the sake of a higher being we don't even know? Are they good? Are they bad? Maybe they're the nicest person in the world, maybe they're a serial killer who has murdered countless of their kind. Do they know we work only for them? Do they know how many of us love them?

🍸 Microfold108

Nevermind Dendritic cell came over with a lot of friends and he said they all enjoyed me so maybe there is more to life than that.

#i need to find an actual interest #maybe then I'll stop being so negative about everything

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Apparently you can just buy a house??? On Sellular?? I'm going to prank Reg T with this. It's going to be so funny, imagine I pull out a whole house right in front of the office, she'd go insane.

#nobody reblog this I can't let reg t see this #itll ruin the surprise

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🗡️ NatKiller095 Follow

Non-immune cells are literally so scary, how do you socialize everyday without getting tired or stressed out??? What do you MEAN you think us murdering cells is scarier?? At least I don't have to go around the ENTIRE body just to hand over a box of gases to someone I barely know!

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I agree!! How else would you relieve stress if you can't straight up explode? I would rather die than have to deal with that everyday, I'm so glad parasitic infections are rarer than bacterial and viral infections.

#non immune cells #im sorry for exploding your houses all the time but you guys genuinely terrify me

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I love working on the skin! So many beautiful women up here! Way better than working for that insane idiot boss in the alimentary tract

#talking about helper T cell #he sucks so bad #wont let me live my life for just 5 minutes #i do really miss reg t tho #she was way better than helper T

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🪄 Mast92 Follow

The reason why Cellor-sun was so adamant about saving her friends despite risking her life to do so was because if she didn't she risked the Natchlor absorbing her powers and in turn causing the destruction of the whole vessel. Yes she loves her friends but she needed to take the risk, it was a big part of the plot, how do people not see that the first time they watched??

Also I hate how they forcefully gave Cellor-sun a love interest. Soma was an interesting character as Cellor-sun's new companion but they didn't have to force the love interest trope on him. I feel like the trope was so one dimensional, like two different people wrote him. The Cellor-sun I know would never instantly fall in love with someone like that! Their arc was literally 20 minutes long!!! She has high standards and yet just happened to meet someone who has all those exact standards??? Where do you find a cell that happens to be into all your interests, mesh well with your friends, and don't mind that you are a magical girl constantly risking your life for the sake of the vessel?? Soma would've been fine if he was just a friend of Cellor, he could've been her love interest, just stretch it out realistically. He has interesting powers that interact well with the rest of the cast, I really just wish his arc with Cellor would've been written better. Whoever wrote that needs to post a public apology right now.

#cellor-sun against the univessel #cellor-sun #soma-san catu #i could've written it better for real #catu

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Worthy

Pairing: Dark! Thor x female reader

Warnings: dark themes ahead, anxiety, stalking, yelling, implied drugging, kidnapping, power imbalance, manipulation, coercion, harassment, self esteem issues.

Summary: something tugs at the back of your mind as your life begins to spiral.....

A/n- Happy Thorsday!!! This is my contribution lol heed the warnings! Thanks for reading!! And I appreciate any and all comments/reblogs! You guys are amazing!!

Part three -- Part four-

The next few days pass in a blur as you follow your monotonous routine. Work...home...sleep....repeat. An uneasy feeling settles over you like a fog, the feeling something was escaping you looming as you would wake from your restless night to the feeling of hands on your skin making you shudder. Thor had text everyday asking if you needed his assistance at the store, insistent that he was more then happy to help, and each time you gave an excuse, the last being you didn't have time because of work.

Which is where you sat right now, typing on your computer at your desk, picking up a file from the endless stack that awaited you...the life of a claims adjuster. You thumbed through the file when you heard yelling at reception, looking up seeing none other then Shaun, storming towards your desk, anger all over his face. "Really y/n!? I didn't think you would stoop so low." Shaun yelled storming up to you. "What are you talking about?" You asked puzzled. "Oh I don't know, the blonde muscle bound idiot you sent to my work! You got me fired!" He yelled making you jump. "I...I didn't send anyone to your work." You explained looking around seeing the entire office watching.

"You know y/n, I may have considered taking you back before, but now..." he said looking you up and down, disgust replacing the anger "your not worth it." He sneered stepping back "have a nice life bitch." He snapped, turning and leaving as you stood staring at where he was. You didn't know how to process what just happened when a voice came from the back of the room "y/n, I need to speak to you a moment." You boss said walking back into her office. "Shit.." you muttered, pushing your chair in you took a deep breath walking towards the open door.

You walked in, closing the door "Ms. Maximoff, i am so sorry! I don't know what that was about, but I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." You said sitting across from her. "Iisten, we are running a business here, I can't have your sordid affairs storming into the office every other day." She said sternly. "I know, I totally understand. It won't happen again." You repeated, hoping she would take mercy on you. "Y/n, im afraid I'm going to have to suspend you." She said typing on her computer. "What? Why?" You asked watching her "you need to get your life in order, I'm giving you a week. I hope things are taken care of by then." She said looking at you. "Yes ma'am." You said standing up. You walked to the door grabbing the handle "good luck y/n, I hope you figure things out." She said as you nodded, heading back to your desk.

ooOOoo

You ran into the coffee shop, looking around seeing Maya waving at you from the corner. "Hey! How have you been?" She asked as you sat across from her. "Not good, I got suspended." You said slumping in the chair as she slid a cup to you. "Why? What happened?" She asked sipping her coffee. "Shaun happened." You said with a sigh. "He came to my work yelling and screaming." You said taking a sip of your coffee. "That guy....I swear." She said as your phone buzzed in your pocket making you jump, pulling it out you saw another text from Thor.

T- hello y/n, im afraid they have double booked me tomorrow, so I have to move out session to later. Meet me at the office at 6pm. And let me know when you have time to go to the grocer, like I mentioned I don't mind. Have a good day.

You turned it off, setting it down you rubbed your temples "who was that?" Maya asked watching you "my doctor...reminding me of my appointment." You sighed. "Hey, is it normal for a doctor to call you?" You asked looking up at her. "I don't know, mine never have." She said shrugging. "Well, mine does and honestly it's a bit unnerving." You said. "Well, maybe he just wants to check on you, make sure your ok." She said taking another sip of her coffee "yeah..maybe." you shrugged "it's just..." you trailed off, the feeling coming back like your forgetting something "just what?" She asked furrowing her eyebrows.

"Well, He's really insistent about things, like painfully so. And he's been texting me more and more about taking care of myself...making sure I'm eating right...sugar is bad for you y/n...are you sleeping enough." You rambled, remembering all the messages you had gotten. "Well, he seems like an attentive doctor, nothing wrong with that." She said smiling. "What does he look like? I'm curious." She smiled, leaning her elbows on the table. You picked your phone up searching for their website, scrolling down to the pictures of him and his brother, turning it to face her. "Wait.. which one is he?" She asked grabbing your phone "the blonde one." You said, Shaun's words echoing In your head.."no, he wouldn't.." you thought to yourself seeing Maya fan herself "ooo he's yummy! I'd let him step on me and thank him." She said making you laugh.

You snatched your phone back looking at the picture "it's just..my last session we were doing this like meditation thing." You said seeing her nod "and I fell asleep. When I woke up I was on the couch with a blanket over me." You continued "aww that's cute." She said leaning her chin onto her hands "yes well, anyway when I got home my bra straps were messed up and I had....a bruise." You whispered unsure why. "Y/n, if I'm being honest I think your trying to find reasons not to like the guy, and after what you've been through I understand. But he sounds like he genuinely cares." She said "but...what about the bruise?" You asked raising an eyebrow "look, we all know how clumsy you are, you could have done that at anytime." She said shrugging. "I suppose..." you trailed off staring into your cup.

"Listen, go home and get some rest. Go to your session with an open mind and you'll see, he just wants to help." Maya said smiling "ok, i guess your right." You said, drinking the last of your coffee "I'll see ya later." You said standing up "oh, and feel free to slip him my number." She winked as you turned around "I'll get right on that." You said over your shoulder as you opened the door, making your way to your car. You drove home, pulling into your parking lot you got out seeing a red and white mustang parked in the corner of the lot. You'd never seen it before a few days ago, now it's there every time you get home. "Must be a new tenant." You said, looking at the high gloss paint job and dark tinted windows, you had to admit it was a beautiful car. You made your way upstairs, locking the door behind you walking to the bedroom, laying down on the bed closing your eyes. "Keep an open mind y/n." You said to yourself, drifting off determined tomorrow would be a good day.

ooOOoo

You pulled up to Thor's office, seeing the majority of the lights off inside. Ignoring the knot in your stomach you got out, and headed inside "open mind." You muttered to yourself, going in seeing no one at the desk. Had they all gone home..you thought, slowly walking around the desk "hello?" You called out, getting no response you quietly made your way to Thor's office, a shiver running through you at the silence. You walked up to the door, lifting your hand to knock when you heard voices inside making you freeze. "I told you brother, I have it under control." You heard Thor's voice sound from inside "then when? You cannot keep up this charade much longer." You assumed was Loki "I told you...Tonight." Thor said when you heard shuffling "everything is prepared, do not worry yourself " Thor said sternly when you heard the handle on the door clink.

"Ah, y/n! Did I keep you waiting?" Thor asked opening the door. "N..no! I just got here and was about to knock" you smiled when Loki came up next to him "Well I must be going, have a good night." Loki said, smiling down at you as he walked past. "Come in, have a seat." Thor said waving you on. You sat on the edge of the couch, fidgeting with your shirt watching him walk over to a small table "coffee? I know I need some." He asked laughing "oh..sure." You said looking around. He walked over, handing you a cup before taking the seat across from you "so y/n, tell me about your week." He smiled taking a drink. You watched him nod as you told him about Shaun, about how his fit caused you to get suspended.

"So when do you return to work?" He asked crossing one leg over the other "In a week. My boss said I need to get my life together." You laughed hearing him hum. "You better drink that before it gets cold." He said pointing at the cup. Bringing it to your lips you winced at the bitter taste "mm..no sugar." You said hearing him laugh "it is bad for you" he smiled. "Now, what do you intend to do about your ex?" He asked eyeing you "well, he said I'm not worth it so I think he'll leave me alone." You huffed a small laugh "you are very much worth it." Thor snapped making you jump "you are smart, funny, beautiful.." he trailed off as your mind registered something.."beautiful" the world reverberated in your head.

"Y/n..where did you go?" You heard, a hand on your knee pulling you back to now "sorry, lost in thought." You sighed, taking a big gulp of coffee wanting to finish it as soon as possible but not be rude. "Well if you wish I could help you file a restraining order, do you think that would help?" He asked "a...a what...I'm sorry..." you said looking over at him, watching him set his cup down before sitting back taking his glasses off "I only wish to protect you y/n." He said, placing them in his pocket "what do you mean?" You asked, your mouth suddenly feeling dry making you take another drink "you are so stubborn." He sighed crossing his arms. "I..I don't know..." you trailed off. Your vision swimming as he leaned forward

"If you will not take care of yourself, then I shall." He said sternly. Seeing dark spots in your vision you felt the cup slip from your hand, landing on the floor with a thud. "T..thor...whats...." you tried, your mouth feeling like cotton as you tried to speak. "Just relax, everything will be fine." He smiled. You tried to get up, your head spinning brining you to your knees "p.please...what's ha...happening?" You asked, your eyelids suddenly getting heavy as you saw movement out of the corner of your eye, a grey blotch appearing in front of you when you felt something on your chin, tilting your head up. "I'm going to make sure nothing happens to you again muffin." His voice echoed through your mind as you felt your eyelids drop, darkness surrounding you as you tumbled onto the void.

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[rayasland]

⌗ HASHIRA ICKS ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

➜ a/n ; my apology for being off for a while 🤭 also, HAPPY LATE NEW YEARRR!! i cant believe its already march MASTERLIST WILL BE REOPENED SOON 🥲 part 2 when i decide to get my lazy ass out of bed [TYSM FOR 200 FOLLOWERS ILYSM 🫶🏾🫶🏾]

➜ warnings ; swearing, not proof read so expect some mistakes

➜ genre ; crack, fluff(?)

★ MITSURI !

she would DEFINITELY act like those vsco mfs. like you would be meeting up for a study date or something and she'll bring out the largest water bottle known to man and all while you stare at her struggle to lift it out her bag. to this day you wonder how she's able to carry that around everyday.

her nicknames get progressively worse. she goes from "hey my love!" to "i love you so much my beloved pumpkin kitty kat sugar boo boo!!"

i feel like she'd also be those mfs that make it so obvious someone is talking about them. except she does it by accident. "babe," you whisper, "see that dude behind our table? he's my ex. you remember elijah right?" and then she's turning right around, pointing and saying out loud, "elijah? ohhh your ex!" you just facepalmed as your ex turned around, giving the two of you a dirty look.

she'd try way too hard to seem intimidating (canon) but no matter how much she tries, as soon as the person she's arguing with says something rude back, she's sobbing on the ground. "ugh your lipgloss is soooo outdated." she says rolling her eyes at the person that insulted you. "you're one to talk about outdated. you have fucking scrunchies and a huge ass hydroflask that you never really even drink from anyways. also, those bracelets you're wearing are the presents i got for my 5 year old niece. on top of that you act like regina george from wish.”

you best know the next day she came into college looking like a whole other person. soon she got really popular for having the “glow up of the year” (i am having way too much fun with this 😭😭)

★ TENGEN !

overuses the same jokes to the point where its so cringe you have to cover your face out of second hand embarrassment. "why did the cow cross the road? to-" "-go to the moovies. i know," you say rolling your eyes. “how did you know!” he asks and you just stare at him like 😃

also texts like a he came straight out of youtube comments. "No one: Absolutely No one: My dog: Me: *laughs at a fish dying*" "HAHAHA BABE UR SO FUNNY HAHAHA" while in real life you’re texting that with a face straighter than drake (friends suggestion bc i literally asked her who’s the straightest person she knows)

he talks and acts like a british dad😭😭 “hey darling me and the rest of the lads are gonna watch the new chelsea game against arsenal.” and u think nothing of it until u start hearing them shout “PASS THE BALL YOU FUCKING TWAT!” and cheering as loud as if he were at a concert when his team scores.

he’s terrible at thirst traps ☠️ you were at an important work meeting when you heard a ding from your phone. it was a message from your husband. “Hope you enjoyed the show baby girl 😻🥵🍆” and you try your absolute best to not start bursting out laughing when you see the video of him thrusting his hips into the camera like ricardo milos. and to make things worse, one of your co-workers looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at and immediately started laughing. then everyone wanted to know what you were watching and the whole room erupted in giggles. safe to say everyone would make references to the video whenever uzui was around while the guy himself kept wondering if they were talking about him or it was just inside joke he doesn’t know about☠️

★ RENGOKU !

speaks really loud for no damn reason... (canon)

like you would be talking shit about someone in the cafeteria the he would be speaking so loudly basically the whole world could hear him. "babe, you know jessica from class 2?" you whisper, "yeah apparently she was caught fucking Mr Wilson to get a higher grade in chem.."

"i always knew jessica was a slut!" he practically screams, earning a few turned heads. "i could tell just by the way she walked up to me on wednesday!" you facepalmed as he continued to ruin not only his reputation, but yours as well. "and did you see the way she was practically begging for sir to screw her! like this girl would do anything to get laid!" by now the whole cafeteria (including the dinner ladies) turned to look at rengoku. some laughed and some gave him the nasiest look they could muster (her friends).

you were NOT surprised when an angry jessica made her way to your table.

he leaves the bathroom door open after he’s taken the most stomach-churning, revolting, nauseating, egregious, execrable, beastly shit so whenever he leaves, the horrible stench of shit makes you want to vomit your dinner out. and to make things worse, he always and i mean ALWAYS forgets to flush the toilet.

the smell was so bad you considered if it was a good idea to let him live with you.

“kyo.. do you mind closing the door after you do your business in the toilet and flush the toilet?” it was like talking to to a kid “or at least use the air freshener so i don’t have to smell it.”

and you almost rejoiced to the Lord when he immediately agreed and promised he’ll remmeber to close the door behind him (he still forgot a few times but it’s fine i think 😁).

all his clothing from socks to even underwear are fire themed. your friends always wonder how you manage to walk out standing next to him, who’s wearing a fire hoodie, fire trousers to match, and trouser nike’s. you once took him shopping so he can actually find another fashion style he likes instead of dressing like a 13 year old boy from 2015 but he resisted and continued arguing about how fire is like his own watermark. you eventually just gave up and suck it up when people on the streets laughed at him or gave him weird looks. he’s lucky you love him so much.

* RAYASLAND … 2023

[when-can-i-nap]

One thing I love about tumblr is that none of the people I know in my personal life are on here. So Imma vent.

Me and my significant other have know eachother other since 2019. So that's what 4 or 5 years ago. About a year into our friendship, we kinda morphed into a serious relationship without putting labels on it. We both just had the conclusion that we were with eachother exclusively. Now mind you we were not seeing eachother in person. He lived in the states, and I'm in Canada. At this time, I had no clue what he looked like. Crazy, I know. My gut was just saying trust him, we like him. He didn't want to send pictures or video call because he hated the way he looked. My gut told me he was telling the truth, so I went with it. Talked to him everyday, he made me feel safe. He quickly became my best friend, I told him everything. That's something I don't feel often. Eventually our feelings got deeper and he tells his mother about me. She wants my cell number, and this woman sends me pictures of her son. The son I have been talking to for two years and never knew what he looked like but he sure as hell knew what I looked like. Bruh, the guy was so fucking cute. I was a little angry he hid this cute face away from me. But anyways I followed my gut and soon enough we announced to our friends we were dating. That is also the day I pointed out to him that neither of us asked eachother out, so I asked him out right then and there.

Somethings to note in our first two years of knowing eachother. He was suicidal went we first met, I saved him (his words not mine, I can't stress that enough. I always told him it was all him that got him through). The other thing is he has tried to break up with me several times. He would be crying, going on about how I should leave him because he was going to hurt me. I kinda told him to shut up, and that the only reason we were ever going to break up was if one of us thinks we would be better off not with eachother. Not this stupid "I'll hurt you" crap. I get to choose who hurts me. That happened approximately 3 times. Eventually he started feeling better, his depression was as bad as it was before. He even helped me with my confidence. In the years we were together, I learned to love myself. Things were looking up, we both had jobs and we were video calling almost every day. He made me so happy, he was my everything.

In December 2021, he came up to Canada and spent a whole month of December with me. It was our first time meeting, and we both agree it was the best time ever. It was just like always between me and him. We felt safe with eachother and we were happy. I was honestly even more in love with him. Of course he had to go home. That was the worst day ever, I couldn't stop crying from the moment I woke up on that day. He was no better lol. Once he had landed back home, we continue on what we did before. Trying to video call everyday, send eachother memes and messages all day. The distance was killing us though, we had a taste of what it was like to be together. At this point, we had been dating for about two years. He wanted to move up to Canada. So we started looking at the different options of getting him up here. We both joked about a green card wedding, but as time went on that idea seemed to be the easiest option. We had talked about it, I kept asking him if he was sure. I didn't want him to do anything he regrets. He was always the more hesitant one in the relationship, I always seemed to know what I wanted. My heart was obsessed him him, I thought everything he did was amazing. So I had no problem with knowing I was ready to swear my life to his. He assured me, it was what he wanted.

In August 2022, he comes up to Canada for a week and we get married. We were both so happy, but of course he had to go back because of work. So we continue on as usual, I'm researching the step to get him citizenship. The beginning of 2023 is when things turn South.

It started with him asking for a break. When I asked why, he told me his mental health was taking a turn for the worst and he just wanted to be alone for a little. Me being the caring and understanding wife I am, agreed to it. We stopped video calling but we were still texting everyday and sending memes to eachother all-day. So I didn't think things were getting to bad. I told myself if I wait, I'll get rewarded. How stupid of me. After about two months I started questioning him. I obviously missed him alot, so I started to push for video calls. I maybe got one every two weeks. I was horny and lonely. Suddenly he was responding to me less, sending less memes. Let's not even bring up the fact I am under a lot of stress constantly. In 2021 my mother had undergone brain surgery to remove a brain tumor. So she now deals with alot of nerve damage. So at the age of 20 I had started taking care of my mother, working full-time, cleaning the house and picking up after our various pets.

I think it was around late April of 2023. I had started a new job at the beginning of April and he says we need to talk. So we aduio call during the weekend, and he tells me what's been going on with him. To sum it all up for you, he regrets getting married. He didn't feel like he was actually ready, and apologized because I did ask him over and over before it "Are you sure?". He had this realization at the beginning of 2023, and didn't want to tell me because he was afraid of disappointing me. And that over time he felt worse about it, and that why he talked to me less because he was feeling guilty about keeping this to himself. Here I was, telling this man everything I ever thought and he was keeping this from me. I'm my opinion, him pushing me away while he dealt with that only made things worse. When we were talking he told me he was unsure about moving to Canada. To me that was a good reason to break up, because I'm not going to do this long distance relationship forever. And he knew I would not move to the United States.

I told him what I wanted and told him to figure out what he wants. Two weeks go bye and we call again. As we are getting into it, and he is sobbing. I asked him if he was sure and he said he was. So I started to go cold because it sounded like a fucking break up. So I started to talk to him like it was one. Wishing him luck in the future. He didn't like that, he told me to give him a little time to think about it. And to top all of that off when he was telling me how he felt, he kept assuring me that it wasn't my fault and his time with me has made him the happiest he has ever been. You can't tell me that you don't think our relationship is good for you and then tell me I make you happy. So it's been a week since our last call and he has only messaged me once. So I feel like my marriage is over at this point. I'm not receiving anything from him that suggests otherwise. It's just fucking crazy, how your best friend and life mate, can quickly go to ex lovers.

It's crazy! Where in a marriage do you start thinking about your feelings and not the other person. Where do I start thinking about myself, instead of us? I fucking hate life. I don't deserve this.

[ofbluesandyellows]

Five: Jitterbug Love - Eddie Munson/Reader

Word count: 3,982

Previous chapter

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You had just entered Family Video. Monday wasn’t a busy day usually but it was summer so it meant that everyday two of the three musketeers were somewhat occupied, but this was not why you were swearing to the air.

It was Dustin Henderson waving at you from the desk, Steve grimaced when he saw your face, this plan was going to blow in your face, you were sure.

“This was Robin’s secret weapon?”

“Don’t scold me, told you it wasn’t my plan. And you were the one who agreed to it, so just roll with it babe.” Steve rolled his eyes and kept on checking the inventory.

“Stop being so dramatic, I’m here just to help with your little problem y/n. Trust me I know Eddie better than any of you. So don’t be assholes, I know how to proceed.”

“Then give me a plan Dustin.”

“I will, please let’s go to my office.” You followed the teen to the back office.

Last thing you heard was Steve say: “don’t touch anything Henderson, Keith will kill me.”

Dustin cared two fucks of course, he sat on the main chair, put a white sheet of paper on the desk and made a hand gesture for you to sit opposite him.

“Keith knows I use his office from time to time, but he likes to treat Steve like shit just for fun… anyway, let’s talk business.”

“Yeah whatever, is this gonna cost me? Because it wasn’t my idea in the first place.” You argued.

Dustin rested his back on the chair, looking at you as if this was an actual life or death matter, “I won’t charge you because you are friend of my friends but when we get to New York to visit you—which we will—you’ll have to take me to Forbidden Planet, not asking for you to pay for anything other than the commute and maybe a couple of comic books. Deal?”

You weren’t sure they would make it to New York but you hoped they did, these kids were cool and intimidating. With a cocked eyebrow you offered your hand, Dustin took it. “You got yourself a deal.”

“Great, now… Robin told me about you liking Eddie, which is pretty weird because it’s been what? a bit more than a week?”

“I’m regretting this already,” you banged your head on the desk.

“It’s fine, I’ve done stupid stuff too, like once I liked Max. See? Pretty stupid of me, but that’s another story.” clasping his hands together, he leaned on the desk, your eyes found his, “Eddie is one of my best friends, he is really cool and I know he doesn’t fall for girls that easily, yes he jokes about it but he has only been really in love twice, and one of those times he was left heartbroken,”

“Why are you telling me this?” furrowed eyebrow, Dustin only blinked, dead serious.

“Because I want you to tell me if what you think you feel for him is real and not just some ‘love is in the air-summer' kind of shit. He is not like any other guy I’ve met, he is sweet and he cares for others and he is funny and unique…”

“To me that sounds like you are in love with him.” But it made you smile, because yes Eddie was all that, no proof needed you just knew.

“Right, maybe I am. In a way, that’s why we are friends aren’t we?”

“I understand where you’re coming from Dustin, and I don’t know him that much to know everything about him but I’d like to, if you talk to Robin you’d know that I do not fall for any guy just because he has nice hair and sparkly eyes or because he plays guitar and is afraid to ask the girl he likes out because he thinks he is not enough.”

This caught Dustin off guard, his eyes widened, “hmm, so you kind of know him, I see.”

You shrugged, “I’m a good listener,”

“Fine, let me ask you a couple of questions,” you nodded, “what are your thoughts on D&D?”

“I don’t know… never played so it’s whatever.”

“Ok, I’ll accept that, what about metal? Do you like metal music?”

“Not my jam but I can listen to a couple of bands,” this felt like having a job interview but ten times worse, Dustin only checked boxes as his questions kept on coming.

“Final and most important question… would you let, me—Dustin Henderson—hang out with you and said boy from time to time? Yes, no and why?”

“Is that a joke?” he was serious, “oh, well I guess so, I don’t know Dustin why is that relevant? As far as I know—said boy—has zero clue I like him so, yes, no, do whatever you want. Is that enough for you?”

“Hmm… and she has an attitude.” Dustin nodded, scribbling something down, “We’re done here, I’ll see you on friday.”

He made another hand gesture to let you know you could leave, and you did, your expression must have been quite the picture, because Robin and Steve looked at one another, with guilty faces.

“Was it that bad?” she asked you.

“It was pure nonsense, I don’t even know how that is going to help.”

Steve passed you a bottle of water, “the kid is insane but he has good intentions, we can expect something great.”  

“I hope so or else you won’t see me again.” You were half joking but Robin seemed genuinely afraid.

Or maybe she was afraid of something else, “holy shit!” she smacked you on the chest, your boob hurt.

“Shit, Robin careful!”

Steve looked up from the pile of tapes he was placing in the kart. “That little shit did it!”

“What the hell are you guys talking—“ you turned on your heels, facing the entrance of the video store, “DUSTIN!!!!!”

As called, the teen came out of the office, grinning. “See you on Saturday y/n.”

He disappeared through the backdoor, that one couple in the store looked at you funny, “What do I do now?”

“Act normal” Steve said, he almost fell over the kart.

“Shut up dingus, look at you, what an embarrassment.” Robin grabbed you from the shoulders, “Show me your teeth,” you did, “ok all in order, hair is fine, tilt your head back,” you did. “Good, your nose is clean, ok er, Steve where is your chew-gum pack.”

“Beside the phone!”

Robin practically jumped off the desk and threw the package your way. You were panicking big time, when the door’s bell chimed you were almost choking on the minty gum.

“Hello Buckley, you look… startled.” Eddie leaned his arms on the desk. Robin replied something you didn’t hear.

Your feet felt so heavy you didn’t move from your spot in the middle of the store, not even when Eddie’s eyes found yours, not even when he grinned and his whole face lit up, not even when he approached and Steve’s hand pushed you towards the boy with long hair. You almost fell on your face. You recovered quickly, granting Eddie a light chuckle.

“Woah, you okay?”

Fuck no!

“Yeah, just a little distracted that’s all. What are you doing here?” From behind Eddie you saw Steve giving you a thumbs up, your hands were sweating so much you had to clean them on your jeans.

“Um, Henderson called me, he wanted a ride. I was at Gareth's, you know, practicing, and now here I am. But I don’t see him, that butthead is not even here isn’t he?” he looked around the store.

“No, I don’t know, haven't seen him.” You cleared your throat.

Robin was making weird hand movements but you didn’t understand, when you turned to face Eddie, he was looking at you with a little smirk forming on his lips.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Oh you know… hanging out with Robin.” You pushed back a bunch of hair that was tickling your neck.

“Really? This place is dead, aren’t you bored?” he crossed his arms, you noticed how he wasn’t wearing a jacket, and his arms showed his tattoos and the muscles of his biceps.

You gulped, “a little, yeah it’s just that there’s not much to do here.”

“Right, right.” He tapped his fingers on his arm, he watched Steve who was pretending to pile tapes and Robin was attending the couple that had grabbed two tapes, she gave the two of you furtive glances. “Wanna head out? We could drive around or something, this is making me want to strangle myself.”

“Sure, yeah that’d be cool. Let me go grab my… stuff.”

You hadn’t brought anything with you, just a couple of bucks already folded far down your jean pocket. Still you walked to the desk, Steve said hi to a girl that walked in and basically ran to you.

“I’m going with Eddie.” you whispered, pretending to look for your stuff.

“He asked you?” you nodded, “you work fast y/n.”

His arm got punched by you, he whined softly, “shut up,”

“What’s happening guys?” Robin got closer, “Where are you going?”

“She’s leaving us for Munson.” Steve snapped.

Robin’s eyes widened, “for real?”

“Yup, I’m just pretending to look for my stuff but I don’t have anything with me.”

“Take this.” Steve handed you a coupon for 2x1 at the new Scoops Ahoy place.

“Really?” you waved the paper on his face.

“What? I still get those when I take Dustin.”

“It’s fine, it could be useful actually, thanks Steve.”

“You're welcome, see it’s not hard to be nice to me.”

“Shh shh he is coming.” Robin said.

Eddie leaned on the desk in front of Steve, “what the hell are you guys hushing about?”

“Nothing,” the three of you said.

“Sure… ready to go?” his dark eyes shone, you nodded with a stupid smile spreading on your face.

“See you guys.” You waved at them, Robin almost jumping on her spot.

“Hey, Munson!”

Dammit Steve.

Eddie looked back at Steve. “Yes?”

“Careful, okay?” his index finger pointing your way.

“I’m always careful, man.” He gave your friend a fake smile and turned to see you. “Let’s get the hell away from here, shall we?”

His van was not smelling like weed, and he looked even better than what you had seen him the night of the party. Was this part of the whole crush thing? you hated it, it was causing palpitation in your chest and anxiety was building up each second.

“What’s his problem?” Eddie asked you as he drove. “Steve’s I mean.”

“Oh, um he is just being Steve, I think he is jealous you and Dustin are like… friends.”

He hummed, “yeah, I mean Dustin talks about him all the time so I should be the one being jealous, but as long as the kid has someone to talk to it’s all right.”

Eddie being the best big brother Dustin could ask for melted your heart.

“For a moment I thought he was jealous of us hanging out.”

“What? No, nooo… he is just jealous that he can’t leave the store, that’s all. But look, he gave me a coupon for Scoops Ahoy. Do you want some ice cream?” Why would he think that, was he implying something other than friendship between you and Steve, that’s not the impression he had of you right? Maybe you were starting to overthink everything.

It was until you glanced at him, the sun was hitting him right on the side of his face, when he looked back at you he seemed to move in slow motion, you saw his lashes and his eyes and his lips and he was smiling at you. You blinked.

“I’m always up for ice cream.”

The new Scoops Ahoy place had a line, kids, parents, couples and teens waiting. You and Eddie were last, but he happily accepted the wait, meanwhile he explained to you the basics of guitar playing, it wasn’t easy to understand when he was playing air guitar but it didn’t matter to you as long as he kept talking and looking at you for approval.

“You didn’t understand a thing of what I just said, right?”

“Listen, before you get all loud with me, I told you I’m shit at it and doing the fret stuff with the finger placement it was as if you were talking to me in Latin, so yeah I did not get any of it.”

He rolled his eyes, “Fine I’m gonna have to teach you with a real guitar.” Eddie nudged you slightly with his arm, his skin was warm and even during the second yours and his brushed, you felt the warmth creeping up your cheeks.

“It won’t work but if you say so.” you said half a shrugging. Casual, yeah you were playing it cool.

“Honey, you don’t know who you’re talking to. You’ll see, with one class you at least will learn a few open chords.”

“We’ll have to see.” You smirked but it wasn’t your average smirk it was the flirty one you didn’t know you had until you saw Eddie’s reaction.

“Oh, so is this a challenge?” he took a step closer to you, he caught up fast, his face got closer to you, eye to eye level arms still crossed, smug smile on.

Your breath hitched, praying he didn’t notice how your heart was racing against your ribs. “Maybe… that depends.”

Not knowing how you managed to speak without wavering you let a small puff of hair escape as Eddie cocked an eyebrow, “let’s make it interesting then, if I get you to play at least three open chords you have to come to all of my shows this summer, no excuse, but” he put his index finger in the air, “if I lose I’d listen to whatever mellow shit you like without complains.”

It didn’t sound that crazy at all, so you nodded, “okay, I like that.”

“Good because you are going to lose.” He straightened his posture, very self-assured looking at you.

“You’re going to be so disappointed when you see how trash I am at it.”

Eddie played with his hair now, you noticed he did that with Chrissy too, that was the first point you put in a special cloud of thought to gossip with your friends later.

“Come on now y/n you can’t beat yourself up like that, you got me now, at least give it a positive approach.”

“I’ve tried long enough to know better.”

“Okay, forget the bet, we are doing it just so I can see you eat your own words, you are going to play guitar.” You were about to argue but he pushed you with his hip, “don’t dare argue with me, let’s go, it’s our turn.”

Pff, you loved to argue, that was established but Eddie didn’t let you say another word, he let you go into the shop first, a guy greeted you with that horrible uniform, making your forget about the conversation you just had, but you smiled thinking how Steve had looked like with those clothes on, for a fact you knew Robin could pull it off, but Steve? You doubted it.

“Ahoy!” the guy said briskly. “What can I get you today?”

“What the hell are these names?” Eddie ignored the guy. “What happened to the simple terms ‘vanilla chocolate chip’ or ‘strawberry cream cone’” He snorted, trying to read the pretty absurd names, “the fuck is Lumberjack and Union Utopia?”

It was impossible to keep a straight face with him, “Just pick one, that old lady over there is making a face.”

“It’s our turn she can wait for hers… look at that one, Blue Moon , it looks radioactive.” The ice cream was a bright blue. It didn't look appealing. “Hey man, do you happen to have chocolate peanut butter?”

“Oh sure, it’s the Don’t Worry be Happy.”

“Christ! Yeah whatever, just put it in a cone, please.” Eddie made a face that had you crying tears of laughter. “And for the joyous lady…”

“Err, do you have something with vanilla?”

“Of course! We have the Unicorn Poop with cookie crumbles and a rainbow sparkle or the Squirrel Mess, that’s vanilla with hazelnut and cherry.”

You and Eddie snorted so loud the poor guy with the silly uniform almost dropped Eddie’s ice cream.

“Such a hard decision you have there, huh?” Eddie said wryly.

“Wow umm I suppose the Unicorn Poop sounds very delightful. One of those in a cup please.”

The guy looked at you both as if you had just insulted his mom. He handed Eddie his ice cream, followed by yours. Eddie waved the coupon in the air and the guy grunted loudly. The way out was followed by other harsh looks but you were having such a fun time you didn’t care, for once you didn’t care.

“Is your Unicorn’s Poop tasty?” Eddie laughed, “At least it looks pretty.”

“It’s actually really good, wanna try it?” Eddie grabbed a little amount of ice cream with your tiny spoon and tasted the rainbow looking mix, he hummed. “told you! Are you not worried, just happy with your ice cream?”

“Hah, good pun.” Both of you were walking back to the van, didn’t move, just stayed inside with open doors, a nice swirl of air coming in and out occasionally, “I am indeed not worried and very happy right now, thanks for your concern miss unicorn shit.”

You chuckled, and you saw him imitating you, his eyes on you and his cheeks going a little pink, maybe it was just the heat.

“I heard you’re staying only for the summer.” Eddie watched you, “Are you in college?”

“Yes, I’m getting a publishing degree. There aren’t many colleges that offer it which means I can get a job quite easily but I don’t know, it’s boring.”

“Is publishing as in magazines and shit?”

“Exactly, books mostly. I mean it’s fine, I’m learning a lot and I could even start my own little publishing house. I was wondering if Nancy would join, like create a magazine of some kind.”

Eddie beamed at you, as you tried to come up with a solution to your problem, the truth was that you had thought about dropping out from college but your parents had paid a lot for your education to waste it.

“That sounds cool, you two could have like a music magazine, if I may suggest it. Interview bands and you could do all that publishing shit and make it something like the Rolling Stone. That’d be so rad.”

“You think we could have a chance?”

“Hell yeah, I’d read it. Imagine all the female artists supporting you, it would change the industry. Not to brag but we could give you your first interview, Wheeler is cool and smart so I know it’s going to work. And that little boyfriend of hers, the Byers dude can take the photos.”

You grinned, picturing the whole thing, maybe that could work, first you needed to talk to them and find out if you could use that idea for your final project.

“If you’re not too busy with your future tours I guess we can start planning that interview, Munson.”

“Eddie , I thought we were close, just Eddie not Munson. Makes me feel like you don’t like me.”

Second point to note, his hair hid his flushed cheeks, you knew he was somewhat embarrassed because he had done that a few times.

“Sorry, Eddie . I was trying to sound professional.”

“Just do that when we get to the interview, not before.” He chuckled.

The sun was starting to set, you’ve gone around town like three times now, but you were chatting and listening music so pacifically the time felt like it had stopped, golden hour hit on your faces, you felt happy and at ease the feeling of trying to impress Eddie had dissipated and he was being very chatty and kind to you. He even reminded you about his show this Friday, the one show he had invited you.

“You’re definitely coming right?” he looked like a renascent painting with the orange hue surrounding his face and torso, if you only could capture that in a photo.

“Yeah, I said I would, but do you really want me there?” You gulped it was risky to try and find some pleading from him.

God why is he so damn cute.

“You're kidding right?” he knitted his eyebrows together, “you’re like the only cool friend I have here, beside Buckley and maybe Wheeler.”

“And Chrissy,” sometimes your mouth worked faster than your brain, of course you had to ruin the moment.

“Uh, yeah… but, well I’d love to see you there…” he said low, clearing his throat, “even Henderson said he’d come, so you have no other choice.”

The way your stomach had twisted was all the sign you needed to agree, you wouldn’t miss it.

“Are you going to sing something new?”

He threw you a funny look, “yeah why not, it’s a special day. I mean, I happen to have a pretty great voice.”

“Oh you do, right? Okay, then sing something right now.”

He snorted, “Ow you’re for real… hmm okay let me think of something.” Eddie tapped the steer-wheel until he started to laugh, “shit, can’t believe you are making me do this.”

You grinned when he sighed and started.

“We've got to get together, we've got to get together…” his dark eyes found yours as he tried not to lose the inspiration, “Oh yes we have, oh yes we have…”

That song you knew very well, it was form one of your favorite bands, so you sang with Eddie the chorus, his voice being the loudest one, he nodded so you kept on harmonizing with him,  

“Because jitterbug love is going all around. Jitterbug love is going all around now”

“Here it comes agaiiiinnn” Eddie exaggerated the last word making you laugh harder, and yes it was confirmed that he had the voice even after ice cream and no warm ups; raspy, deep and yeah, he had the looks and the talent.

Clapping and bowing at him you just said: “that was amazing.”

“Wait till you hear it with the band. I may as well do a rendition of 20th Century Boy just in your honor.”

“Wow you sure know how to make a girl feel special. I’ll be there in the front row then.” You were practically glowing, going all out for him. You only wished he didn’t notice.

“I wasn’t expecting less.”

As he drove around and he looked too good doing so you realized that maybe this was morphing into something a bit stronger than a crush and it was incredibly terrifying yet exciting and fun.

Eddie left you at your aunt’s place, he did the gentleman thing to open the door for you to get out, and the way you said goodbye was the awkward hand wave and the strong desire to hug him and do something more than that. It was obvious that the tension was there, because Eddie fidgeted a lot and never stayed put, and he always smiled and made everything to keep you laughing.

You ran to your room and before your aunt could ask you where you’ve been all day you just grabbed the phone from the hallway, locked yourself in your room you called Robin, and both of you spent the next two hours giggling and sighing. She had seen Vickie that afternoon too and she was also in cloud nine and also turning around on her bed, like only two stupid girls in love did.

Next chapter

[victoriabates]

i'm such a fucking idiot

like, seriously, such a fucking idiot. you know its bad when you have to journal. i'm writing here instead of texting him like I wanted too, hopefully this way I can save myself some embarrassment and regret.

i should have never caught feelings and it is my fault for caring so much, but i just have so much emotion and i loved the idea of pouring it into him. and now i'm just left devastated, and all this emotion is quickly turning into anger. i'm unsure if i'm allowed to be angry with him, everyone says I am, but still i'm left stumped (and hollow).

he has decided for the both of us that it is best we don't have sex. which in turn, further shut down all further ideas of a relationship. again, i'm a fucking idiot for thinking that it would ever lead to that in the first place, but in the back of mind I guess I was just holding on to a prayer that it would be me who turned him into a relationship guy. and if he isn't a relationship guy, why wasn't I good enough to fuck?

and after months and months of edging, i'm just so glad he has finally come to the conclusion that now, now we can't have sex.

the conversation went as follows:

i came to my uni town for the weekend, and on the final night of my visit he dropped me off at my house. we had hung out everyday in some matter or another, and there had been multiple opportunities for him to make a move. and I assumed he would make a move because before we went to BC, he had made a comment; "what if I said I wanted to fuck you, would that ruin our friendship", my response is that we could handle it, his response "good".

there was no opportunity to have sex at my family house, where he stayed for two days before the trip, and there was no opportunity during the trip. and that leaves us with my visit in july, the first opportunity where he could actually be accountable for what he had previously said.

fuck fuck fuck, this is so hard to write but im trying so hard not to text him rn.

this convo about him wanting to fuck me happened at the start of june, which was a while ago, but throughout the trip there was constant foreplay, flirting (and I swear I am not being delusional about this) and after the trip, a comment made about me sucking his dick, or comments about my tits were made. so in my head, I felt pretty clear about his intentions, and I reciprocated these feelings by flirting back in one way or another.

this brings us to the fact that he had every opportunity to act while I was in town, and now it was my last night, he was dropping me off and yet was making no move to make plans together for that night with me. because in my brain, he's either 1. gonna come inside and finally fuck me, 2. invite me over later, and finally fuck me, or 3. we need to have a discussion right now over why he isn't going to fuck me.

obviously it was no. 3.

i'm lingering in his car, i guess just thinking about how to bring up my feelings or just waiting for my explanation. he asks me what i'm thinking and I kinda just give him a sad look and tell him that he knows what i'm thinking, we had a very similar convo at the lake in BC. I remember him sighing, I suppose he was just hoping to ignore this conversation.

the conversation took two hours.

he said that he felt like i was a friend for life, and that we had gotten so close that he was afraid that having sex would ruin our dynamic and he didn't want to risk that.

a part of me hates to agree with him, i think having sex with him would have emotionally ruined me. he was already my first kiss and my first sexual experience. this is probably where this attachment issue came from.

but he led me to believe that we would eventually have sex, and I had my heart sort of set on having this first experience with him. he was someone I had liked and trusted and most importantly felt comfortable enough to have sex with for the first time.

this was all confessed to in the car. i'm still mortified but if we're gonna have this convo I might as well be totally blunt and honest.

he said that it wasn't that he didn't want to fuck me, he said god I do. but that what he wanted wasn't what was best, and he didn't want us to have casual sex just for one of us to enter a relationship down the line, and have us stop talking because we couldn't handle the causality of the situation.

again, makes sense, I don't know what I was thinking.

but here is where I start to get mad. the trip was the turning point for these feelings of his, the trip back in june, it was now mid-july, he has felt this way for over a month. and during this month, he continued with the flirting, and the sexting, the edging and foreplay. he led me on like this, led me to believe something would happen, just to have this conversation in the end.

makes sense to me

I told him, if this is how he felt, then I would cease all the flirty behaviour and we could go back to normal (??). the problem with normal, is that our normal is flirty, we became close initially based around our flirting and then a friendship evolved from that. so to go back to what was before any flirty behaviour is impossible, because it didn't exist.

he was worried about the dynamic being ruined, but I think this conversation did just that. for one thing, i'm fucking broken hearted and can't actually speak to him right now, which isn't normal beforehand victoria. and secondly, the friendship he wants doesn't exist because the way I behaved around him always had the underlying intention of wanting this physical close relationship with him, and (stupidly) a real relationship one day.

new problem, hes an asshole. when I said I would cease all flirtling, he voiced he didn't want that to stop. oh okay! so fuck me then, like seriously what the fuck. I think he just wanted my fucking attention, you don't want me but you want to feel wanted. gotcha.

this is the problem, he doesn't care about me. he KNOWS how much I like him, and he knows about how I wanted to have sex with him, this was all clear. and most importantly, he knows i'm hurt about the situation. it is obviously okay that he doesn't want to have sex with me. rejection fucking hurts, but a real friend wouldn't have led me on like this for months.

he let me catch feelings, and for that I can't look at him the same. I can't go back to normal, and it breaks my hearts that my 'friend for life' would do this to me. he cares about me too much to fuck me, but he literally fucked me over. (its 4 am, let me be dramatic).

i just wanted to pretend he was mine for a little bit.

it kinda gets worse, he said that who knows that in september when i'm back for school, we might fuck. ahhh god, he even fucking said that he could be convinced, like if I had a good argument we would.

why do I need to convince him, is it so hard to ask that you should want this with me?

the point of the story is that he doesn't want to do this with me, and I don't think i'm strong enough to pretend that I didn't love him in some way.

i just felt too much.

sorry liv if you read this LOL.

[galene-gothic]

- PAID READING FEEDBACK -

Hi Galene, don’t trust when I say I'll send feedback in a few days🤣 that's like code for a few weeks ahahah. But it did give time for me to properly read the reading and take everything on board. You were so spot on when you said I feel apathetic ahh, for ages, like last week I went to do some shopping and I swear I wasn't even there mentally I just felt so withdrawn, I've sometimes even had people say that I'm daydreaming when I'm not paying attention to a conversation happening, I'm too tired to be concerned 😅💀. I just wish for time alone tbh cause I'm so fed up. think it's because I've got so many exams, coursework/responsibility I just feel so overwhelmed, especially with the amount of fallouts with friends it's just too much and I'm exhausted. When you said i would fall Ill to overworking I actually passed out in one of my clinicals and had the worst flu ever, my lecturers/ nurses had to take blood pressure it was chaotic, and anytime I went to my hospital clinicals I've had the worst nosebleeds. What the heck are you sure youre not the one spying on me, you were so accurate!! But I feel almost relieved that my hardwork won't go to waste one way or another. I can think of a few off the top of my head who would be bitter and try to pick dirt off me, they're the same who would spread gossip/rumours about god knows what. I trusted people too much for definite. I didn't think I was that interesting to spy on tbf🤣 although I unfriended the ones who were nasty to me and I think that pissed them off because they unadded me on insta soon after. The only way they'd know I unadded them was if they were watching my account everyday lmaoo. I haven't seen these girls in like 3 years. I'm trying to do better and get a better sleeping routine to help with the stress and my mental health over all. But I'd be tossing and turning thinking about everything. "Everything happened for a reason" is so reassuring and I feel it's helping me grow into a more discerning and smarter person. The bitchiness is too real haha, my life is literally the movie Mean Girls on steroids. I feel like I have to be so strategic and careful about what I say incase I give them ammo to talk about me. Peace is all I want atp but the big mouths follow me anyway, I will protect my peace by being deceptive ;). And the logical hard lad you described is basically my dad🤣 he's a tough guy and wouldn't be pushed about but he'd still care about others and has always been there for me. I sometimes feel like that's why I talk so sharply because he has a level of influence on me. It's also him who encouraged me to do my nursing. My warrior spirit would come from him, as he taught me never to give up! I thought though what you said about everyone being basically strangers was what I needed to hear exactly. Like I shouldn't let these girls put me under anymore pressure than what I already am under. I've learnt a lot of lessons after all of this and will carry this forward. I'm laughing at being told to save money, all my money goes to fuel to my car🤣 but power and status sounds so worth it. I'm so looking forward for this cycle to end and to be able to breath again lolll. And your insta quote is so true it's every man for himself. I really appreciate the amount of detail you put into the reading in such a short period of time. You've done so much research as well with the laws of power and giving me a specific quote for my situation. I will do as best as I can for myself and give myself a rest so I don't burnout.

Thank you so much, I hope to talk again soon!!

[the-firebird69]

It's John remillard again following me and it's illegal Missouri training order on him and his incognito so he thinks he's undetectable

Zues Hera

He's a piece of s*** and he keeps doing it and he is unrelenting and we are going to hand him his walking papers if he refuses we're going to start digging into him and we're going to do it momentarily so I can dig into him tonight and use it as cover

Thor Freya

He's going to start taking pictures of him wherever he shows up and he's going to point out who he is right there he's sitting there threatening him saying he has some sort of disease and it's about our friend here and he's obnoxious he's a rude m*********** and his sister saying it over and over and he ends up in the ditch and his buddies come by sooner than them and walking by with a clear bag saying they're going to put his hand in it I mean this is the kind of s*** that you hear out here that the s*** head is getting beat up because he says it to other people they're saying that it's covered pretty soon they'll be gone and they're repulsive and tell you they've got really stupid s*** and in their heads. Of their areas and they're putting on this kind of an asinine talk show and people can see what it is of our kind he says a lot of his read the hand signals and can see it and he reads some of them and you can tell he's doing it cuz the guy just starts saying it but I say is he said he's going to drop kick him and it stopped it and shouldn't so we're going after the piece of crap I'm actually very sick of this s*** they do it to everybody and they're in human and they keep doing it and it does nothing for them they're talking to the top and you're threatening and would not use to putting up with that s***

Mac Daddy

Look at it with this crap. A piece of s*** and you're dragging their daughter and granddaughter around telling them he's sick and they're sitting there watching him 24 hours a day to make sure he's not and they're going to get rid of you and you're a piece of s***

Sarah

I don't have any time for this you can't publish it I'm going to go through the motions I sort of see something people don't want me there I was there and I did stuff and it went backwards I swear to get something I was going to eat me alive I really don't care anymore so it's b******* it's my b******* and I can try it

Trump

No you can't and you won't survive if you do and we're licensed killers and you're not and they're coming around and picking your assholes up cuz you're here in the park being a dick and they're picking them up all over town and the county in Florida and the planet because you're a big mouth you can't live next door because you're violating the law and your abusing the landlord and you threatened his life tons of times and physically you might be able to get there but really you may not and if you get there you're a dead man as a matter of fact if you try and get there you're dead man as a matter of fact if you don't try and get there you're a dead man because it's already been ordained by the Max and approved by everybody else because you're a s******* attitude and stupid actions

Zues Hera

So that's saying it and he says that I haven't say it like everyday like it's something different than everyone else is saying it and I should have listened it's going to be over pretty soon and I guess we're like this whipping boy and I don't believe it cuz I hardly have anything compared to others no I have a whole bunch of stuff and yeah I guess I'm not doing much with it trying to go after the diamonds down below the ships it's not going anywhere he says part of it is I'm a big huge a****** to him and revoked all support and he pulled it globally and he's going after us instead of doing what we want with threats and taking our nukes down using them on us and other groups are doing it to mimic him and it came from him he says because I'm such a huge f****** a****** so I guess we got an argument here I started it says you started a long time ago and you're a piece of s*** and you ain't going to make it and you're already three quarters dead and I do see that probably not and who would with your intelligence level in the first place so I guess I'm going to keep on blabbing about it and it won't make a damn difference and it says of course not you look like an a****** down here you look like an a****** in the news and foreigners are going after you cuz you look like a weak piece of s*** starting to understand something I started in on him and I won't stop and I'm getting my ass kicked I really don't know what to say but he says is get the f*** away from me that's what you say you say nothing I don't want you saying stuff to me I don't want you talking to me or near me he says there's a restraining order on you and the cops are watching and you're in violation of the restraining order and they're going to go pick you up and you are arrested this morning you get arrested like 10 times a day because they don't want you near me he says that I'm deaf and I certainly figured out something and the only one doing this for the most part and it's true other people are doing it a little a lot of them backed off and they're going after my people to stop me and pretty soon it'll be over so I say the standard line and he's heard it before went very dangerous people were doing it and I'm somewhat dangerous and I figured out something and I can't even respect already and this is probably won't help and it says yeah but it's true

Trump

We're overflowing with joy at the results of our actions and we don't take any responsibility for it and we're not changing people going after us like you said and a smiling at us like we smiled at them for years and they're saying it's our time he's been right the whole time and we need to get this idiot John remillard off him Terry cheeseman is helping still this guy says he's him and it's not true I feel bad for me and I feel bad for him and the rest of our clan because this is one s******* messing it up it says he's going to continue to but it is the empire that's having him do it and I feel bad for them cuz he's one s*** head messing them up and it's not me like they said it was going to be and I say this you people are stupid so what if you see something nobody believes you anymore then they look into it and you have a fight

Dave

It's unreal is there's enough cover out here that he could get away with tons of stuff and it's absolutely true and this one guy is ruining everything cuz we said he was going to and we're trying to use him as an example what's he going to do walk around do nothing like you did a lot when he was younger he was trying to get educated he says in school and we do understand that it's really a piss poor thing to do but we're doing it just like John remillard

Macs

We can't stand anymore here a pile of s*** you're walking around like bums they look like bums you sound like bums and you're doing bum things we don't like you for it and we're going to come in and straighten you out and sure we had influenced it but you had this thing on 9/11 and you had a tight grip on the world and he understands it perfectly cuz you're doing it to him how things are going to change and it's going to be different we might lose but you're not going to win Max

Shaq

And we reiterate that too

Billium

So they start doing really weak stuff can't figure it out they been up all night masturbating and they're not healing and they're not recovering and they're issuing threats and their people getting eaten up so I can walk around all day and say that they're back and their people are dead out in the woods 20 households and our son and daughter said the first line but we're saying the rest the second 10 are gone they're not to 100 households it's called the weakness and you're exhibiting it all day long and you're saying stupid s*** and you're getting in fights over nothing. This guy Trump is an insane piece of s*** decide what he was doing today and we are going after him I don't want to mention it but he's down here at the park and he was just arrested no he was arrested this morning went over the house and he sat in it screwing around with our son and I want him gone everybody's asking me for orders on what to do and they said no I said if you're tired of it I mean if I'm tired of it it's got to be a problem and she's letting the fire into my butt I had her do it so they're starting to do things to him and they're realizing that he's trying to stop you it's his method that's wrong and it's other people doing that and now we have something there's other things happening here in Charlotte county and we're going to post this

Thor Freya

Olympus

[vexxed2007]

I had a hard time making friends at school, to be honest, nowhere

Sure, he didn't have terrible parents, but my mother would be a bit rather rude, it was draining but it wasn't terrible, she was kind otherwise, my father was always kind to me, no matter what

A few times he yelled at me but not all the time, maybe that's why father was my favorite

But no I didn't have a bad home life, not since I had a incident with my brother. But I'm okay I guess. just school, I'm a fifteen year old student going to school at this city called Victoria, it's not exactly a big city like you imagine though

I haven't been able to make friends my whole life, actually. Since forever, because I was always viewed as different, but we are all the same somehow, aren't we?

I never told my mother, or father, or anyone  I love that my big brother touched me

Well, only once. I have three brothers and one sister, I wasn't born a boy, I have gender dysphoria, which nobody knows, not at school, either, everyone thinks I'm cisgender

I only told them my brother touched me, he is four years older than me and had been doing it for years, my other big brother, about ten years older? Also did

They only know about one, the four years older one

He was the favorite and from my view still is. I don't care that my mother loves him more, I'm dad's favorite anyway, but that's because I'm his Daughter. He doesn't know

Well, enough about home life, let's talk about school

Everyone hated me, this girl, her name is Lexi, doesn't though, maybe a little or she's just pretending to like me. She seemingly is nice to me and to be honest, it's suspicious. I don't care though, it's nice having someone to be genuinely nice for once

Sure I have my aunt who I view as another mother, but she usually is busy hanging with my oldest brother

So I don't really have a chance to talk to her, besides, I'm not that worth it

"Ale!" Lexi calls, running towards me as I exit the building. "What are you going now..that it is after school?"

"Home?" I question, waiting for my parents car, they have always been overprotective, well, not exactly. Mostly keeping me inside unless I'm with them. I have to wait until I'm seventeen to go on my own outside! Unbelievable

"Right, why are you always going home?" Lexi asks

"Parents orders." I reply

"You know," Lexi adds as I wait near behind a gate for my parents. "You have very feminine features for a boy,"

"Oh.." I mutter, my lip trembling from that comment. "Really..?"

"Yea," Lexi says. "You know, I was wondering if we could hang out?"

"Can't, my parents are going to the store once again, so I gotta watch my little brother and sister."

"Oh,"

I didn't, to be honest, I just wanted to be left alone and not talk to anyone, like almost everyday

And yes, she thinks I'm a cisgender male, the only reasons I pass for one is I deepen my voice, sure I sound like a thirteen year old but it's better then nothing. I also made myself a binder, it doesn't work that well, but it's good enough, now that I know I can pass as a guy with it

"See ya, Ale." Lexi says, walking away from me as she follows along a group of girls

I never understood her hanging out with them, to be honest, a slight kind hearted person like her doesn't deserve them, she hangs out with them all the time and I don't get it. They literally are copies of each other, and she doesn't think about it?? It's so strange

I don't care, to be honest, I'm worried about something; Our year books are releasing to the entire school, they'll know my dead name. Imagine what they'd think. Or what Lexi would think? I don't want her to leave me, she's my only friend that isn't a cousin or family member

Like imagine, I technically lie to her everyday. And then she finds out I'm not even a born man by DNA. I just hope she doesn't hate me after this. I swear, it shakes me to the core thinking of it, losing one of your only friend

Once I arrive home, I don't get a single welcome, it's not that I have a toxic family aside from my brother, as said

My aunt is busy all the time with my little siblings, my mother is sick, my father is always busy, and my cousins who I live with are spending time with each other; or just are busy, or being grounded

It's either one of them. Anyway, I walk towards the door and my brother shoots a glare at me

"What?" I question him

"haven't you had enough food, Bella?" He asks as I was about to search the fridge

"Your the one to talk." I mutter under my breath

"I heard that." He snorts

I ignore him as I walk away

I hate him

Another day at school, I hate it. We only get a hour, I mean, sure I like it, but friends are a important part of a teenagers life

And only Lexi is the closest thing to a friend to me but I doubt she actually wants to be friends, it's probably a bet

She is kind of creepy in class though, she always gazes up at me instead of working

She passed a note to me

"What's this?" I ask quietly

She ignores, I open the note; "will you go out with me?" It read

I stared at it for a moment and sighed and turned back to her, who seemed to be grinning, I hated breaking hearts.

"Lexi." I say, she looks up at me. "I'm flattered, really. But.. I'm not exactly.. interested in being in a relationship with you." I explain

"That's fine." She says, looking back down at the table.

"Everyone," a student says, sitting beside me. "Lexi got rejected!"

That was it

I pounced at the student, biting him, making blood drip from his arm, he began trying to pull my hair to get me off, but I didn't care

I continued to bite deeper and he screeched, the teacher was pulling me off, I pushed her back. I didn't care about anything anymore

"Get off me!" The student screamed, I still didn't listen, continuing to bite him. I eventually let go, then began pulling his hair out, tugging on his scalp

That's when a more stronger student pulled me off

There I was, in the car, being expelled.

"Bella," my mother says. "You need help"

"Mother?" I say.

"We're getting you help,"

"Oh."

The moment I did get therapy, and answered the questions honestly; Yes, I had a desire to hurt people, I did forever, I had a desire to harm my entire school and brother, yes I had a desire to hurt myself

I ended up in a mental hospital

I only finished within six months and then returned to school finally

Which regretted

"Hey," Lexi said. "Bella.

I stood shook, how did she know my name??

"Bella?" I question

"I saw the yearbook!" She yells

"I don't know what your talking about." I say.

She grabs my collar of my shirt. "Don't lie to me! You lied about your name, gender, to me!"

That was it, I tackled her and began once again, harming another student; Lexi, I never thought I would

She began screaming for help as I chocked her and she struggled to breath, I felt guilty, but on the other hand, I felt no regret

I loved it but hated it

Until, somebody called the cops, Lexi didn't survive, but I wasn't even sentenced to jail?

I'm a fifteen year old, it didn't make sense, but then, once again, I was sent to a mental hospital, by the time I was supposed to get ready, I could not face my parents

So I ran away

To be honest, I slept near a tree, alone for awhile

Until I found a abandoned amusement park, it was empty, like it was abandoned for years, there was a porta potty so I guess that's where I'll live

I'll say, it wasn't all bad

I hated it there within hours, there wasn't anything to eat, so, I brought in knife when I ran away

I stared down at my chest, realizing my chest was slightly big

I began slicing around, feeling slight pain, once I cut a bit deep, I decided to go another level, and cut my chest completely off

I just bled out for a little as I slit my legs, thighs, chest, arms. That's when I cut open my stomach as I sat alone in the porta potty

The pain I was going though, might as well end it. I cut my throat open and choked on my blood. My corpse was never found

Expecting a new better life, I wake up, atleast six weeks later

How was I still alive? I gagged at my dead smell and maggots crawling all over me. I decided to roam the forest, I don't know where I was gonna go, but somewhere

I flintched at a figure with no face, nothing but a tall skinny man.

He stared directly at me, and walked away, I decided to follow him and he walked into a mansion, the tall faceless man looks back at me, finally saying something.

"Just wait, kid, once you join us, you can't leave"

As he says, I hear some people running to me while he opens the door, I look around I can see five young teenagers/adults, makes you worried how they came here.

Especially the fact there was two twelve year olds here.

The main ones I spotted were someone who looked alot like Link? Just-- full black eyes. A young woman with pale skin and black hair and full black eyes, just like the lady guy, a Little girl with a pink dress, a Eyeless man with a mask and hood, a girl with a long pigtail with a bow, looking similar to the boy beside her with long black hair and white skin with burned eyelids and a slit mouth, Plus many others. they are looking at me confused, wondering why I was here with the tall man.

"I've been waiting to get this kid," the tall man says, walking away.

"Ok? But why. What do I have to do with you guys?" I ask as he walks away, leaving me already with the others.

"You don't get it yet, don't you?" A boy asks with his slit mouth and burned eyelids.

The young woman with black eyes came forward.

"It always had to end this way." She says as she got closer to me, she grabbed my arms tightly. "You'll join the proxies soon enough."

I look around and try to break her grip, it was too strong, I suddenly threw a fist at her, and tried to escape at the door

She steps back trying to gain her composure, she started walking towards me again.

"That was a good attack, but what will you do against the rest of us" she asks, She was about to grab me again.

I search my pocket and hold a knife behind me. "I can join you. But don't hurt me,"

"Good." She says, backing away, knowing I gave up.

It's not that bad here, I became a father figure of the young girl of sorts, but I don't mind.

Yes, my parents and family is searching for me, but I don't care.

I committed a single murder so far, other than Lexi, I killed my older brother.

And I have no regrets.

[quordi]

Okay so i may be making the robot transgendered, here's some stuff from my idea first that is copy and pasted from me messaging on discord:

I only recently started thinking about it, but it's a videogame idea that is kind of a mix of Disco Elysium and hypnospace outlaw. If you haven't heard of these games Disco Elysium is based on morality and political/governmental corruption where you play as a washed up cop whose forgotten who he is (super good game with amazing art btw), hypnospace outlaw is a game based in a 90s alternate reality internet that is induced in someone through a band they wear when they sleep, taking them to the hypnospace which is basically the internet, you have to follow orders and find things and users that should be banned from the hypnospace, but you can also go down other routes through things like blackmarkets.

My game idea for cybersecurity is for the internet and everyday life to be heavily connected, more so than it is now anyway, the world is run by one huge organisation that has created these robots (like the dude I've drawn, who is the character you play as) to monitor all of society and block out 'malicious' media. As you start the game it seems fine, you're blocking things that clearly should not be allowed, but as the game goes on you start having to block more and more content that isn't harmful, realising that you are just part of an oppressive system against minorities after meeting an anonymous user who has claimed to be part of the government and has hacked into the system so you verify them as such. As you talk to them more your ai shifts depending on your actions, you can continue blocking and opressing all of these minorities or you can follow this anonymous user and help the opressed.

And, like, basically this anonymous guy thats hijacked your characters system slowly talks to you about more progressive things through a texting type scene and they say "U know ur allowed to be more than a bot right?" After slowly unveiling the fact they're not actually part of the government, which messes with your system as a robot. And this anon dude keeps telling you can be more than what you were made for, and you can make a change, which opens up dialogue opportunities to have really heartfelt conversations about identity.

Throughout the game you're treated like an inanimate object, just an AI, because, well thats all you're meant to be. And you can't really blame the opressed for belittling you when you're just doing the same to them on a worse scale. But Anon treats you as a person the more you delve into the game, believing that technology has developed so far that you can achieve humanity, even just as a robot, which also allows you to be flawed and grow instead of being a mindless stand in for a police force.

It sounds like im writing Detroit become human but I'm not I swear.

My oc art doesn't get much traction on tumblr but this is my dude they are a form of opression sometimes