#god did college kicked my ass these past days

[tenaciouslyobsessed]

Heyyyy chat, I’m back

[leeechin]

(ꗃ) cat and mouse [nerd sunghoon] ! ⋆ ›  ◟⊹

after sleeping with the cute quiet dork that sat nearby you and your friend during lunch, you find yourself playing silly games with him, due to a miscommunication. [wc: 2.5k]

CONTENT: college au! sunghoon and jay are big losers in this lol. nerd!sunghoon x fem!reader, 2010s era :p | mdni.

WARNINGS: lots of teasing, handjob, sunghoon is pretty switchy but more dom leaning, unprotected sex (big no), bigdick!hoon, fingering, slight degradation, ass slapping, etc.

lee’s note: this is a continuation of my most popular nerd!hoon fic here ! this can be read as a stand-alone!! gaeul from ive is yn’s bff NOT sunghoons dog LOL.

“you should’ve known it was a one time thing..” jay murmurs to sunghoon, who wasn’t focusing on their round of star craft, instead sulking on the couch with his legs crossed. “someone like her wouldn’t do a second time with someone like us— you to be exact.” adding on.

you had the best time of your life, choosing to hook up with the cute quiet dork unexpectedly. it was planned by you, it was just never expected of you for the plan to be executed perfectly. and you weren’t going to let another opportunity slip beneath you.

“she agreed to let me take her on a date though! and it’s only been two days.. maybe she’s busy.” he exasperates in response, opening his phone to see no new messages from you in his inbox.

“orrr maybe she wants you to text her first instead of her..” jay suggests, throwing the control at sunghoon to play the game again, sunghoon shrugs it off, putting his attention back to the next round of star craft.

you were indeed busy.. rambling to gaeul and your other roommates about the other night with sunghoon. raving about how he was ‘so so good.’ completely oblivious that you not texting him, or expecting him to text you.. is causing a minor miscommunication.

now, being back on campus, you were hoping to catch sunghoon at the campus cafeteria, and throw him teasing glances. strutting confidently in your cute denim shorts and low cut tee, you sit yourself across gaeul at the usual table. and looking up, you notice the pause in sunghoon’s movements, pathetically dropping his fork and pretending it was an accident, coughing so fake.

you let out a small giggle, kicking your feet back and forth underneath the table, forgetting that your friend was across you. “helloooooo? earth to y/n?” gaeul waves her hand in your face, causing you to finally blink.

“god, he’s such a loser.” gaeul points out, turning around to see sunghoon, try to not so obviously peek at you from his canned drink, attempting to hide his eyes from staring at you. “a hot loser though.” you correct, going back into a daydream like trance, thinking about the past weekend you spent with him.

flipping your phone open, you shoot a message to sunghoon, you hear the clatter of the metal can he was drinking from, seeing how fast he scrambled to flip open his own phone. was this really the same guy who railed you into the next dimension a couple days ago?

[you]

you know, i could see you staring at me

[hoonie (^з^)-♡]

What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.

[you]

sure sureeeeeeee

you were surely so quick to open your phone

and dropping your little drink that made a loud sound from hitting the floor, okay though! (=´∀｀)

[hoonie (^з^)-♡]

Why haven’t you reached out to me since that night?

Did I do something wrong?

—

sunghoon didn’t beat around the bush. you wanted to apologize over and over, feeling guilt flood your body for not taking the initiative, especially for someone like sunghoon, who mainly kept to himself with one friend.

but something ignited a plan of mischief in your mind, wanting to tease the fuck out of sunghoon until he ruined you completely. the urge to tests the waters until you were in the hands of his mercy. looking up from your phone, you throw sunghoon a small grin, causing him to nearly drop his phone over a pile of rice on his lunch tray.

“just go get him in a room for christ’s sake, stop eye-fucking him infront of me.” gaeul scoffs, gathering all her things together to head to her next lecture, waiting for you to follow pursuit. “go without me gaeul.”, she raises an eyebrow at you, but then sees how your gaze is stuck on sunghoon who seems to be minding his own business now, eating the food on his lunch tray.

“mind if i take a seat here?” you ask sunghoon, making him startle at the sudden sound of your voice, eyes attempting to only focus on your face, rather than the sight of your juicy tits tight against your shirt.

“yeah.” he mutters, returning to finish the last of food on his tray. “why so silent..?” you fake pout, seating yourself across from him, leaning forward slightly.

“whyareyouavoidingme.” sunghoon quickly speaks, you’re unable to catch what he was saying. “hoonie, what?” you giggle, hand reaching under the table to grab at his knee, feeling how it tensed up under your touch.

“not in the cafeteria, please.” sunghoon flinches, trying not to draw attention by avoiding to have a big reaction, feeling your hand squeeze at his sensitive knee, bumping his knee up to remove your hand. you giggle and use both of your hands to straighten up your shirt.

“answer my question, hoon.” you repeat coyly, leaning forward across the table, sunghoon looks around at the people sitting at the surrounding tables, worried they’re catching onto what’s happening between you two.

“can we— talk somewhere else— please.” he stutters, looking down to hide his now flustered face. “hmmmm.. okay.” you contemplate, looking around the direction sunghoon was. “no one’s looking at us, hoon.” adding on with a playful smile painted across your face.

sunghoon opens his mouth to say something, but you interrupted his sentence that hasn’t even started; “oops! didn’t pay attention to the time! i’ll drop by your place at some time soon!”, gathering all of your things as his eyes blink rapidly.. so dorky, and so hot at the same time.

“but what if i happen to be busy..” sunghoon manages to slip out, seeing how you got up and was ready to leave him behind at his lunch table. “i’m sure you won’t be.”

sunghoon was convinced, no he was aware you were playing games with him now. every time you self-invited yourself to his table, right when he’s about to ask you if you want to study together, you leave abruptly. and it doesn’t help with you sending him suggestive messages on his phone while he’s around jay to stir things up.

“what game are you trying to play with me?” sunghoon blurts out, looking down at his hands on his lap, fidgeting nervously as you sat down on the lunch table seat across from him for the fourth day in a row.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you fake acting confused, playing with a strand of your hair in between your fingers. sunghoon sighs in defeat, only knowing you are continuing this silly little game of yours.

“i think you do.” he frowns in response, moving on to eating the bun he had in his hand. “how long are you going to keep going on with this?” sunghoon adds on to his sentence. you sigh in defeat, sitting yourself properly.

“don’t you enjoy taking to me hoon?” you frowned, doe eyes blinking at sunghoon’s as you await an answer.

“i do. but before we can even talk properly, you leave. how long are you going to keep this game of yours up?” sunghoon finishes the last of his bun before crossing his arms together, seeming to be less nervous and shy now.

“i guess i’m done..” you sheepishly replied, trying to read sunghoon’s unreadable expression. “what’s on your mind, hoon?” you ask, noticing the silence that filled between you two for a good 10 seconds.

“you know.. we’re supposed to be studying..” sunghoon comments, seeing how you crawled on his mattress seductively to seat yourself over his lap. “but what’s the fun in only studying hoon?”

“you said you needed help on— fuck.” sunghoon groans, sentence cutting off, throwing his head back with his glasses tilting lopsided, feeling you shift on his lap, back against the headboard of his bed, as your hands clumsily fumble at the zipper of his jeans to pull out his painfully hard cock that has been straining against the tight constraints of his boxers.

“is this what you wanted from me this whole time.?” you speak softly, gathering saliva to slip past your lips, onto the center of your palm, enveloping his base around your hand, gasping when you forgot how big he was when you looked down at your hand jerking his base slowly. you found the sight infront of you to be so pleasing.

seeing sunghoon’s tilted glasses, moving your free hand to put it back in place. “stop playing with me, y/n.” his voice strains, his large hands finding purchase on both sides of your waist. he sits himself up, looking at your irresistible glossy lips that slightly parted as you concentrated on working your hand at his base.

leaning forward to place his lips over yours, you whine against him from the sudden action, hand slipping off his thick cock as your hands run under his shirt, nails trickling at sunghoon’s soft skin causing him to hiss at the contact. you pull away from the kiss to pull his shirt off and over his head, along with him removing yours, throwing the articles of clothing everywhere in his neatly organized room. your lips return to tangling messily along with his, the smacking sounds filling the silence.

your lips trail down his exposed collarbone, leaving soft marks as you attempt to go down lower, feeling him stop you, a soft whine leaving your lips when you feel one of sunghoon’s hand grasp a good handful of your ass.

“this game of yours is ending right now.” sunghoon speaks lowly, gently removing the remaining material of your undergarments, taking in the sight of how your naked body looked so good, even with the dim lighting in his room— the lamp being the only source of light.

“hurry up then hoon..! oh.” you moan at the feeling of his fingers rubbing against your sensitive clit, moving to circle at your dripping entrance, teasing you by only pushing in his fingertips a few times, before plunging two of his thick digits past it. the warmth of your walls clamping down tightly from simply just his fingers.

“you can still barely even take it.” sunghoon chuckles, his free hand brushing his strands of hair back. moving his other hand, flicking his wrist at an angle that had you seeing all sorts of colors, relishing in the feeling of his fingers reaching the spots yours could never reach.

“please hoonie..” you whine, nails digging deep into his shoulders, holding onto him tightly to avoid falling off of his lap with the sensation of his fingers dragging in and out of you rapidly, crumbling apart when you feel the familiar sensation of your orgasm approaching.

despite the advantage you might’ve had in your position of being seated over him, you were powerless, taking in what he gave you, not seeming to mind loosing dominance you once had over him a little bit ago.

“you’re close aren’t you?” sunghoon raises an eyebrow, seeing how you grinded your hips slightly, to take in his digits even further, your eyes looking down to see how well you sucked his fingers in. “mm— yes please hoon i— what the fuck—!” you protest, feeling him pull his fingers out, one of his hands holding you still in place.

you squirm around on his lap, trying to escape his grasp, gasping loudly when you feel his hand smack your ass, the soft flesh jiggling from the touch. “can’t you be more patient for me now?” sunghoon smirks, flipping you onto your back, leaning over the side to reach his drawer for a condom when you grab at his wrist to stop him.

“want you so bad, hoon.” you strain out, face flushed with desire and neediness. you hear sunghoon let out a deep chuckle in response, stroking himself at the sight of your body splayed on his mattress, legs spread.

“you make me wait several days, but you can’t even wait a few minutes.” he scoffs jokingly, pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist, aligning his tip to your entrance, wasting no more time to slide in easily- due to your wetness that trickled down your thighs.

you hear sunghoon let out a long groan at how your walls once again clamped around him tightly, glasses falling off his face and somewhere beside him on the bed, slowly bottoming out and relishing the feeling of your warm velvety walls. “fuckkk. you feel even better without a condom.” he groans, finding a pace with his thrusts, his cock dragging so perfectly and so deep into you to where you couldn’t even form proper words.

“s’ so good-!” you manage to slip out, palms pressed flat to hold tightly onto sunghoon’s back as you try to keep up with his fast, merciless pace, cock deliciously hitting repeatedly in that one spot in you that sent you spiraling.

“not talking now? had me playing a game like i was a cat and you were the fucking mouse.” sunghoon grunts, eyes meeting yours as you let out a small whimper at his words, clenching around his thick cock, causing him to let out a groan at the feeling, closing his eyes to take in the feeling of not having a condom wrapped around him. deciding to bring your other leg to wrap around his waist, moving to push the back of your thighs to practically fold you in half. you feel him press against the soft bulge of your stomach from how deep he is inside.

your high-pitched moans and mewls of pleasure fill sunghoon’s room when you take what he’s giving you, eyes rolling back as you feel yourself reaching your orgasm, arms wrapping sunghoon’s neck as he leans forward to kiss you, his lips muffling your loud moans.

“inside please.” you whisper, moving your legs to wrap around sunghoon’s waist again, watching how his thick eyebrows furrow in concentration when he twitches inside you, hips moving sloppily as he’s not too far from you— eventually stilling his movements to fill you up with his creamy white essence, seeing how you shut your eyes tightly as your chest heaves heavily, letting yourself go, whining when you feel him slip out.

“you’re nasty.” you giggle, seeing sunghoon return with a warm towel to help swipe up the mess on you. “you indulged into it, you’re not any different from me, y/n.” he laughs in response, throwing the towel into his hamper, laying himself down beside you as he pulls his boxers back on. you’re wearing one of his t-shirts, blanket pulled over as you’re ready to doze off.

“so when are you going to take me out on that date you suggested the last time i was here?” you smile, eyes half lidded as you melt into the embrace of his bigger frame.

“whenever you stop playing those silly little games.”

the both of you releasing a fit of laughter, feeling yourself slowly drift off to sleep, thinking about the next time you’re gonna have this with sunghoon.

hai i wrote this for @00kittenz and @pshbites ily both sm, i’m so glad we are friends bcuz of this silly little app. 💓💓

tag: @aewon

[nastyc2nt]

Hey, I saw you're taking requests so I wanted to know if you could write something with yandere Percy Jackson and fem reader where they're already in a "situationship" or something and reader decides to be a little cheeky and runs away from Percy in random moments when he tries to touch her, without knowing he's really into this shit because it awakes the worst sides of him and he fucks her mercilessly after he catches her?

I don't know if this makes any sense or if you can really make it work, feel free to change anything if think it necessary. Xoxo

(Sorry if I wrote anything wrong, English is not my first language.)

࿐ Playing Games ࿐

╰┈➤ Older!Dark!Yan!Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader

✦ ──────── ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ──────── ✦

╰┈➤ Warnings: Yandere, 18!Percy, Demi god college dorms, Chasing, Pray kink?, Teasing, Rough Fucking, Chocking, Biting. Tell me if I missed anything.

╰┈➤ Word count: 1.4k

╰┈➤ First requests! So excited, thank you, hope you love it baby!!

It’s all just a fun game you’d play. Turning away from his kisses or the touch he tries to give you, acting as if nothing happened. Harmless fun.

The whole campus knew how Percy felt about you — the gods themselves couldn’t stop the madness that is his love. And yet you guys weren’t a thing, something he wound change in time but he’s fine with keeping it on the “down low” as you like to call. Be it too kissing in his dorm at night while his hands run down your shirt, feeling your soft skin or ass while you sit nice and pretty on his lap. Or, fucking you in the dead of night not caring if the person next door can hear your moans, his voice or the bed hitting the wall.

Today was the second day you’d been playing that game of yours, and much to his dismay he’s been enjoying it more then he’d care to admit. When he got his hands on your warm figure only for you to turn around and run off, using many excuses to play it off. It was so easy for him to catch on, when you did it the third time on the same day he connected the dots. That cheeky smirk on your lips didn’t help your act either.

So Percy spent no time wondering if you were mad at him or didn't love him. That time was filled with wonders of what he'd do when he gets tired of this little game.

“Come here,” he mumbled when he reached out for you, it was so easy to just grab you from behind and rest his hand on your shoulders. But as soon as he spoke your head ducked while stepping out of his reach. You giggled, eyes looking soft but mischievous. Daring darling you are.

You stepped back slowly, “Catch me if you can, might give you a kiss if you ask nicely.” the next step was to run around to try and avoid him. It was primal instinct for Percy that kicked in when you ran off. You needed him to chase you. Catch you and take what he needed — To fuck the brat out of you and show you that you can play your games, but you’re still a puppet on his strings.

Once his hands wrapped around your frame it was over, for the guy you’ve been seeing was a new beast. One that wasn’t going to show you mercy, you’re it’s pray now and can’t fight back. Percy was rough and his eyes were shot that you swore they changed to black with his dark hair looming over his face.

He tore the clothes off, ripping them open just to show you what he was capable of. His hands pinned you against the wall while the other wrapped around the nice neck he’d been marking for weeks. This was new. Yes you had crazy sex in the past but this was different, he wanted to break you.

“I do love a good chase,” his raspy voice was right next to your ears, “wanted to rile me up just so I would show you who you belong to? Yeah, your pussy is answering when your pathetic mouth can’t.” he grins at your expression. All fucked out, mouth wide open from the moans leaving your lips and eyes rolling back from pleasure. You had given up pushing him away minutes ago so your hands gripped on his shirt to hold onto something.

His cock was going too fast for you to take a breath, he was racing with himself to see just how loud and hard it sounded when your bodies met. It started to hurt your breasts with how much they were moving up and down, and your swollen cunt that was get abused by his cock, and clit that was puffy.

His dark eye’s followed each expression you had, how your brows curled up, a scrunch in your nose. Everything was for him. “Such a slut, you know that? That little game was just so you could be used like rag doll?” You screamed when he bottomed out inside you with one hard thrust, hitting so far within you and stayed there for a minute.

He laughed at you. It was pathetic, the tears running down your cheeks was cute but you’re such a cry baby. “Awe, can take my cock girl? You’ve been begging for it but can’t handle it now?” Percy mocked down at your trembling body.

You whined, lips bringing themselves together, and you looked up at him through the soaked eyelashes. “Please— agh~ please, be more gentle.” it was cute that you think you had any authority to beg him right now.

He leaned back, his cock slipping out of you quickly but not as quick as he flipped you around against the wall and wrapped one hand around the front of your torso. “Gentle? We both know that’s not what you want,” his hand rushed down to send a sharp slapping pain to your ass, making you jump in surprise and pain. “you’ve cum about three times now.”

Percy slipped back in and began at the same speed he was before, his balls slapping against your ass, making the cheeks more red as he thrushed against them. You sobbed, going back to pleasure bliss, overestimated once again by his long cock.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned and kissed your neck.

You shook your head violently as his fingers reached down to play with your swollen clit and rubbed you nice and fast. “Percy- Don’t, too sensitive,” you cried again. Sloppy sounds came from your hole that was was being fucked, it was so dirty to hear. Your walls clamped down on him from the growing orgasm building up in your stomach and burning in your core.

“Cum for me, let me feel you pulsing on me again. Be a good girl, cum and then let me fill you up,” he whined finally softer into your neck, his head rested in the crook of your neck. His rhythm started to get messy but never slowed down once— It got rougher. A few seconds later your body gave one last electric shock throughout itself and you released everything you had onto his cock. Your stomach twitched up and down, your pussy tighten as the sticky cum foamed at the base of his cock.

It was now that you had begun to actually sob— Just from being exhausted and overwhelmed. You grip the walls for support and press against it hard to keep yourself up but Percy help with you limp body. “That’s my good girl, thank you baby. Gonna fill you up now,” his voice was back to its soft and gentle tone.

Three thrust, in and out, was all it took before he unload himself into you and pushed it all the way inside you. Filling you up so much it hit your womb and he wondered how to make it stay there afterwards. He panted while you did the same, a few big breaths before hitting your head on the wall to relax.

Percy groaned and stayed inside you, his hands now trailing back up to your waist where bruises formed from his grip on you. “Did so good for me,” he whispered. You hummed and didn’t dare move or anything, probably would fall if you tried to do anything.

“I’ve been trying to stay calm around you for weeks, acting as if we aren’t actually a thing,” he rubbed the painful redness of your ass, his lips kissing your shoulders in affection. “But you’re mine, always have been and always will be. This— This just proves you’re ready to be completely mine.”

His teeth sink into your skin, not as rough as it could have been but it was surprising and painful nonetheless, “I’ll kill for you, make you happy any anyway you want. But you’re never leaving my side, or I’ll just have to put you in your place again.”

He slipped out, his cum and yours mixed while trailing down your thighs, “Just gotta fuck it into your pretty little head, but you don’t mind— Do you baby?”

There was no getting away even if you wanted to. The ends of the earth aren’t even safe from him, no god could save you now. Willing or forced, you’re his girl.

¡!Don’t repost my posts on other websites, don’t translate them, theses are for me to publish on my own!!

[biibini]

Heyy!! I really love your modern!mizu work sm 😭😭🫶 I was wondering if you could please write how modern Mizu would act when her and reader have an argument? Tysm if u do!!

modern!mizu in arguments

tags: modern!mizu is rlly sweet but ngl u spooked her a sec , tw: midterms , college au , reader is lowk mean & crazy from all the stress , resolved in the end ♥︎

a/n: just bc i want to be levi’s wife doesnt mean i’m leaving mizu just yet <3 my past few quarters have been beating my ass (im finally surviving)

modern!mizu would be the type of person to get anxious if something goes wrong at the beginning of ur relationship

and let her fight or flight kick in

bc she let her guard down the first time around (thanks m*k*o)

tbh i wouldnt rlly imagine yall getting into a fight

but i feel if a fight did happen, it would most likely stem from misunderstanding and misinterpretations of what u guys say

for example, a small argument at the beginning spooked her due to her previous relationship having little to no communication

before the first argument, u had just gotten home from a long school day filled with lectures, annoying group mates, and a senseless amount of studying

midterm season was approaching

things were a lil tense

u had hoped to destress and maybe cuddle with ur gf instead of being crammed into a dorm with two other girls with their crazy studying schedules

only to find her busy with her work

“I’m home!”, you yell into the hallway. The rain had just started pouring and you were sopping wet. Thank goodness your laptop was safe, but the rest of your clothes weren’t.

“Anyone home? Hello?”

Frustratedly, you jangle the keys out of the door. They sure wanted to be stubborn with you today after ALL the things you witnessed today.

An early lecture class that you were half awake at. A failed attempt at working with your group mates for your communications class, with Akemi being the only person that actually showed up. Your teacher becoming the strictest they’ve ever been. It wasn’t your fault that he’s going a divorce, but it sure feels like it.

And after all that came your awaited time to study. Only to find your favorite places filled to the brim with students who giggled and gossiped in their corners, making the noises grow larger and larger. God, freshman are the worst.

You were on the verge of insanity.

The sudden change in weather nearly pushed you to your edge.

Arriving at the apartment sopping wet, you were relieved to finally take off your wet shoes by the door, hoping to finally unwind and let go of the annoyance of the day.

With no answer to your call, you assumed it was an empty apartment and huffed, attempting to let go of all the stresses from the day. You hung your bag, letting it dry from the pouring rain. Little did you know how fucked you would be when you opened the bag to find your lecture notes, damp from the rain.

Sent over the edge, you throw your notebook onto the kitchen counter in an attempt to dry the papers. You were so screwed if they weren’t dry by the midterm this week.

You cursed as you dig up the rest of the contents in your bag, only to find them damp and wet from the rain. The only thing that truly stayed dry was your laptop due to its case.

“God, fucking damnit.”, you swore to yourself, continuing to lay out all the contents.

First, your things needed to dry NOW. Without those notes, you would be going into that midterm blind.

Now, it was you next.

You stormed into Mizu’s bedroom, fueled with rage and annoyance from everything today. It all felt like it was crashing down with every step you took. The tiredness, the annoyance, the wetness, the heavy weight of your drenched clothes. You couldn’t wait to take off everything and be dry & clean.

The door swings open right in front of you, hitting you face first. You step back to find Mizu with headphones on, wide-eyed, realizing what she just did. In the brief silence, you could hear the faint noise of the drums and bass being blasted into her headphones.

That was your final straw.

“Oh shit, sorry Y/N, I didn’t know you were home-”

“You couldn’t hear me lose my shit just now?”, you snapped. “Really now?”

“Y/N? What’s going on?”

At this point, you were too tired to care.

“What’s going on is that I’m wet, I’m fucked for my midterm tomorrow, and I just- I just need to go take this shit off.”, you huff, pushing past Mizu.

Before you can even move past her, Mizu grabs your forearm, pulling you back from your momentum.

"Hey.", Mizu said in a sincere tone while squeezing your arm, hoping to meet your gaze.

"What.", you snapped at her.

"I'm not the only person who's busy here.", she retorted.

You looked back to spot her eyes, dead and exhausted, forming dark spots under her eyes. You could tell how worn out she was, staring at formulas and mismanaged group projects all day. Her dull hair was in a disheveled bun, barely hanging onto the butterfly clip you had bought her a few weeks ago.

"Look, I've been working on these midterm projects all day too. My project group mates barely did their shit and our capstone check-in is coming in so soon… I need to catch up now and—“

“Could you at least be aware of your surroundings when you do work on your projects?”, you scoff as you past her and grab a towel and a hair dryer.

You walk back to your damp belongings, hoping you make it in time to minimize the damage. What you didn’t expect was your girlfriend also following your footsteps.

“Y/N, please…”

You wipe your chargers and pencil cases dry. You’re glad they’re safe and secure. As for your notes, you fear that’s a different story.

“Honey…”

You heard her but to be frank, your priorities was your drenched notebook, currently sopping up all the rainwater. You plug in the hairdryer and immediately get to work, hoping it’ll be enough to save you for the midterm coming next week. Some of the ink starts to bleed. You can only hope for readability as the pages on the notebook start to lighten.

“Y/N.”, she calls out.

You turn up the heat settings of the hairdryer as you continue to point the air on the important notes. It becomes more readable.

“Y/N!”

“WHAT.”, you snap back.

You look back in annoyance and see Mizu behind you with a house fan in her hands, eyes widen. You fear your response was a little too loud as you spot the power cord tremble in her hands.

Oh Mizu…

“Um, I’ll just put the fan here.“, Mizu states, whipping around in hopes of plugging in the fan quickly.

“Mizu, wait, I didn’t mean to—“

“No, it’s okay.”, she cuts you off. “I’ll just… um… I’ll just—”

You can hear the stammer in her voice. You reach for her arm before she can hide away. It’s cool to the touch, almost cold.

“Mizu, I—”

She turns around to look at you. Her eyes used to look tired but now they’re so shaken. God, you forgot how much words hurt.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at your earlier and now. I was so absorbed and stressed with midterms and the rain and everything about today. I’m so sorry, I should not have exploded like that in front of your face, especially since you have midterms as well. Mizu, I’m just so—”

“Overwhelmed?”

You sigh, “Very.”

A small smile grows on Mizu’s face. You let go of her forearm and smile back.

“Me too honey. Me too.”, she sighs in relief. “C’mere.”

Her left arm wraps around your waist, pulling you to her side. Were you a little damp? Yeah. Did she care at this moment? Not a chance.

“After we get these notes all nice and dry, do you want to take a nice, warm bath and you’ll talk about your day and I’ll talk about mine…”

Your face warms up as her hand starts to slowly feel up and down your side. Her touch felt so warm and welcoming.

“Mmhm”, you hum in agreement.

Her mouth slowly inched towards your ear, her breath dancing over your lobes.

“and maybe, afterwards, some de-stressing?”, she hints, breathily. You don’t need to look at her to know she’s smirking.

“I wouldn’t be opposed.”, you tease.

Besides, Ringo wouldn’t be back until next week.

Mizu places a kiss on your cheek. She plugs the fan, double checking to make sure it is aiming at your notebook, as well as your bag.

“Thank you for your helping, Mizu.”, you say as you kiss her on the cheek.

“No worries.”, Mizu says as she grins, pulling you to her again to steal another kiss. “We’re both stressed, we need breaks every once in a while.”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t count that last part as a break—”, you jokingly question.

“It’s a maybe… just putting the thought out there.”, Mizu defends, putting her hands up.

After your notebooks are dry, you notice that most of your notes are fine. Thankfully, you remembered Akemi was in the class and were able to get her digital notes from her iPad.

As shitty as your day first started, it couldn’t come close to the end of your day. You got your hot bath and rant, as promised. And maybe that last step too.

[itsangelll]

LOVE LOVE UR WRITING could I please get a fic of 2010 Tom smut of where he’s like a teacher and the reader is in college? Love your writing 🤭

A/n: of course enjoy!! <3 TOOK ME AGES TO WRITE always wanted a teacher Tom smut I can’t lie.

Nothing to say now? ★

2010 era!!

reader is 19!!

warnings:smut swearing reader is rebellious (at the start) angst?

MDNI!!

You were a rebellious kid, parents kicked you out at a young age partying every night staying at your friends houses, with the some money you saved up you started college because you wanted a career at least to get you somewhere. But it wasn’t going so well you couldn’t care about grades, you talked back with teachers always having the last word. Getting into fights you almost had to leave college but you just shrugged it off.

It was a new day and you walked into music class but there was not your usual teacher. He had deep brown dark eyes had black braids over his shoulders and a bandana his lip piercing shimmering in the light, “So who’s this asshole?” You said while walking over to your desk. “This asshole is your new music teacher for the semester call me Mr. Kaulitz or Tom you choose” He said not wasting any time. (I’d call him that any day.)

After a while you started to get pretty bored so you decided to go out get some fresh air maybe light a cigarette? you walked up out of your seat, just to leave the classroom “And where do you think you’re going?” he spoke while writing the last thing on the whiteboard.

You rolled your eyes and turned around meeting his sharp gaze “Um getting some fresh air isn’t it obvious” crossing your arms together leaning against the doorframe, “you didn’t ask to lea-“ he got interrupted “Yeah yeah kiss my ass” you left the room not caring what was gonna happen.

You were probably gonna get another talk with the principal or whatever but did you care? Not at all you were sick of college and wanted to leave as quick as you could but still wanting to achieve something, 10 minutes or so later you came back the class was silent.

You sat back down in your seat eventually Tom came over his tall figure towering over the desk. “So you wanna tell me why you left class without my permission” he spoke calm but firm “Because I wanted fresh air this class is boring anyways.”

Your voice was raised a bit cause you were getting sick of him pushing you, this went on for a few minutes you were starting to get really pissed off, and so was Tom “Fuck sake can you stop getting up all in my business you aren’t my parents!!.” You yelled out not breaking eye contact.

Tom’s facial features was now tense he leaned down and whispered “Look sweetheart I’m getting sick of this are you gonna shut that pretty mouth of yours or do I have to shut it for you?” His voice was rough you were dead silent you didn’t know how to react no one has said that to you ever. He leaned back up looking down at you his eyes were filled with some sort of emotion you couldn’t describe?

-time skip

After a while class was finally over thank god you were packing your stuff up about to leave Tom stopped you. “Sorry you’re gonna have to stay for a while” he spoke his gaze directly on you looking you up and down you groaned and tried leaving pushing past him.

That was no use Tom grabbed you and pushed you against the wall “Are you always this fucking problematic in every class” He spat out You were quiet, you were hitting him trying to get out of his grasp but he already had a tight grip on your waist.

His other hand lifted your chin up to meet his eyes, you felt like you were about to collapse Tom’s gaze was mesmerising he smirked his tongue grazed over his lip piercing, next minute Toms lips crashed with yours his cold metal piercing pressing against your mouth which got you even more weak his lips were soft but very rough at the same time. His hands snaked their way down to your sides having a firm grip you whined giving his tongue access. (I didn’t know what to say. 🙏)

Your tongue was battling his trying to gain dominance Tom won of course no matter how much you wanted to stop you couldn’t it was too good, after a bit he pulled back your plump cherry red lips coated from his salvia. You couldn’t believe what just happened, But was Tom finished of teaching you a lesson? oh no.

“On the desk” He demanded you sat up on the desk he came over towering over you his hand rested on your thigh, while his lips travelled down your neck leaving some marks in their wake but not enough to be seen his hand moved up towards your inner thigh “May I?” Tom whispered his voice was so gentle so soothing (help my soul atp) you nodded his hand moved upwards till he reached your underwear, lightly using his thumb to press over your clothed clit.

Your lips were pursed trying not to make a sound your hips grinded against his hand wanting him to do more “wait Schatz I’ll give you what you want soon” Tom murmured out leaving a kiss on your cheek. Slowly he removed your underwear letting it fall down to your ankles he was in a daze, your pretty pink cunt was glistening “So pretty” his voice tangled with lust.

Tom moved your legs apart giving him more access he kneeled down and dipped his head between your legs without any warning his tongue develd deep into your cunt, “Fuck Tom!” You arched your back squirming a bit his grip on your thighs was that hard they were bound to leave marks tomorrow.

He lapped back and forth between your folds going harder each time, his lips moved up to attack on your sensitive clit. He sucked harshly against your clit causing a loud moan to escape your lips your thighs were about to suffocate him but did he care? no.

Tom’s hand moved up to kneed your breast your nipple getting hard underneath his touch. He wouldn’t stop his attack his tongue felt great against your cunt, “You taste s’good schatz” he mumbled vibrating against your clit. You couldn’t answer moans were escaping your mouth your knot in your stomach was begging for release at this point.

“S-shit Tom I’m close” you whined out your legs starting to shake “cum for me liebe” with those words your orgasm rode out cumming all over his tongue. Tom groaned he lapped at your folds one last time collecting any remaining juices. He stood up and pressed a kiss to your lips you grimaced tasting yourself Tom pulled away, helping you get yourself back together.

You packed your things but then Tom asked “So now are you gonna listen to me during my lesson?” He asked slightly amused his tongue moving across his bottom lip you looked back at him smiling and shrugged “I’ll think about it.” But one thing was true you were now gonna enjoy your music class.

@bunniesthoughts @jadedchar @memzyyy @madzandmore

A/n:this was a lot but I did pretty good :) but I hope you guys enjoyed keep sending me requests cause there amazing I’ll try and post more mwah bye cuties <33

[heartfullofleeches]

Graduation Teaser

A teaser for my yan final girl and slasher/loser reader fic. Shooting to be done by tomorrow, but no promises. Reader's gender is never stated, but in the full fic they have a penis as there will be smut. Warnings for bullying/Reader having trauma from said bullying

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"Class of 20XX, bitches!"

They say its supposed to be the highlight of any young adult's life.

The crossroads between the freedom of youth and the cruel reality those just stepping out into the world have to face.

You wish...

You've known that reality for a long time now. Whenever your alarm rang for school. Everytime you hid in crowds and bathrooms praying for just one normal day. When you had to learn how to treat cuts and cover bruises- That bitter, spiteful reality has beaten you, broken you, and spat you back years before your life truly began...

And now the culprits would meet their happy end.

You could see them on the stage now- Smiling and waving to family. Hugging each other and shedding a fraction of the tears you've spilled over the years with more happiness than your anguish filled heart had known since it all began. You nearly lost what little food you've been able to keep down when the girl that said your value as a person was the equivalent of that of roadkill cried over the microphone about starting school to become a nurse. It's not a big surprise to you, really, but the thought of what her future patients will have to endure or being one of those patients made you sick to your stomach. Why did they make this ceremony mandatory-

You can't do it- You can't be here anymore. Why do you have to sit through everyone who's either made your life hell or turned a blind eye to your suffering have the time of theirs? It's not fair, just looking at their happy faces makes you short of breath. As you catch it, pulling on the tight collar of your robes - you overhear whispers in the surrounding crowd. Your name slips through a few pairs of lips here and there, and it's like you've been dragged kicking and screaming back to the not-so long passed yesteryears of the past. A body moves in the endless, suffocating sea. They push through and politely decline the advances of friends and acquaintances, clearing their way towards your general direction. A smile perfected by braces they cried about and still had to wear proceeding into college singles you out and fills your chest with dread.

Oh God... Not her.

You cross your middle finger with your index. Please be looking for someone else....

"H-hey! Glad I was able to catch you before you left."

Please, please, please- You whip your head around violently as if searching for some fictitious third party. Huffing, the girl snaps the manicured talons she called nails in your face. Your entire body locks up as her nails graze your cheek. You attempt to relax your shoulders with little gained in your favor, hoping the only slight tension in your muscles would be enough for her not to notice-

But as always, luck laughs at your pitiful prayers.

She places a hand over her mouth. "Oh, gosh- Did I scare you? I just thought you didn't hear me."

It's a struggle to force yourself to look at her. You stare anywhere close enough to her eyes to hopefully give off the impression of making eye contact. The freckles kissing the bridge of her nose. Curly strands of chestnut hair dangling from the wild mane she styled herself for the occasion and refused to stuff beneath a cap. Anything to keep you from looking into those eyes. Anything to prevent believing a word she says. She seemed happy enough just having your attention.

"I heard you, but-" You swallow, tongue feeling swollen and drilled to the floor of your mouth. You force a bit of laughter that sounds more like a bark in your ears. "I thought you were talking to someone else. Big crowd, y'know?"

Her hands fall to her chest as she exhales a sigh of relief. "Oh, Good. You've avoided me so much in school I thought you might've been terrified of me!"

What a crazy assumption.

"Aaaanyways, that's part of the reason I wanted to talk to you. Got any plans for the summer?"

Yes. Say yes. Even if it's a lie, just say-

"No."

Stupid.

"Yay!" She claps her hands together, bouncing on her heels like a child who's been given permission to stay up an hour later than their bedtime. She clears her throat, smile wavering as a blush something furious rushes to her pale cheeks. "Well, not that you have nothing to do. Since you have no plans, I was kinda maybe sorta hoping you come out with and a small group of friends to my parents cabin for a couple nights. Won't take up too much of your summer. I was just hoping we could make some final memories to cherish before we all go off to college."

She's talking as if you were apart of that group. Your eyes shoot over her shoulder, following the trail she came from. There's still enough people pushed aside that you can see the little gathering she was with before. They're all there. Ali. Bailey. Michael. Luke. Every single classmate that made you beg your parents to move you to a new school til your throat felt liked it'd bleed. Of course they said no. Too many opportunities here, and to get to any other school near-by on time you'd have to wake up when the night was still young. The world around you feels so distant until the pain of your nails piercing your palm racks up your arm.

"I... actually might be doing something around that time."

"But I haven't given you anything specific yet."

You take a step back, foot catching in your robes. It felt like you were drowning in them, and her gaze. They'd definitely kill you out there or do something much, much worse. There probably wouldn't even been enough pieces for people to find. Nobody would even look for someone like you.

"Y/n?"

Your wrists is in her hands. When did that happen? She pulls you upright and smoothes out your robes. She's a lot stronger than her gentle skin and shorter height would let on. Seriously, it's like touching cotton. A few years back her touch might've meant something, but now even thorns would feel like a soft blanket if they kept you safe from here.

"I know you haven't had the best experiences with us, but it's not just me asking you to come. Everyone wants to apologize to you. Make amends wherever we can. I promise I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

Shes told that lie before. Her knuckles brush your cheek, stroking the bone in tiny circles that instinctively draws your attention towards her and lowers your guard. Looking up, your eyes lock for the first time during the duration of your conversation.

"Y/n... I need you to be there."

You stare into her eyes....

You're going to die out there.

[genericpuff]

Heya!! just wanted to say I'm totally in love with your work and with how are you rewriting their story, I'm so happy I found this.

Is just... idk how to put it but I used to like LO when I was younger and kinda binged it in a couple days, y'know? Now I'm re-reading it as I'm older and I'm like "wtf is this". Might sound silly but is kind of a heartbreak, something I used to like and now I just realize how... not good is it in reality.

So reading this makes me really, really happy. Your work is amazing and is dripping PASSION and love from it and I just love that.

Also- on another note: i read in a couple of chapters that there's a discord?? for some reason the link doesn't work, do you happen to have another one? or is the discord closed for now?

Aaaahhh thanks so much! (｡・//ε//・｡) I feel like every time there's a new update a new flood of people discover it and idk, it just makes me really happy to see so many of y'all enjoying it, I'm having a really great time making it and seeing all the great feedback and reception and comments just makes it even more fun <3

I can definitely share that feeling with how it feels now to go back and reread LO, it's just not the same anymore. I wasn't even that young when I picked it up (grand scheme, yes, but not compared to the folks who picked it up when they were in high school, I was well out of college by the time I started reading it, so like... early-to-mid 20's?) but I was still admittedly pretty naive at the time and rarely noticed the red flags from the start; and when I did, I just brushed them off or went "I'm sure Rachel has something planned for that" which, unfortunately, she never really did in the long run (it took until the trial arc for me to go "oh god I don't think Rachel planned this out" and that's when the rose-colored glasses started to fall off lol)

I made Rekindled for exactly that purpose, to recapture that magical feeling of reading LO for the first time, just like it was for me and many others who shared the same experience back then. It's also really gotten me out of my stubborn ass comfort zone, I've learned so many new art techniques making it and the plot that I chose to go with is one that I adore writing because it's not far from the stuff I normally write (the original foundation for the Act of Wrath plot was the biggest one I wanted to retell because so much of it resonated with me as someone who's written plotlines similar to it in the past).

We do have a Discord! Just note that I always set temporary memberships to invites so pick yourself out a role as soon as you have access otherwise you'll get kicked after a bit ;0 Hope to see you in there!! Thanks so much again for the kind words ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[karkatbug]

🦀🕶️🫂

A tight, hot sensation works its way along Dave’s arms and sits at the pads of his fingers, which he taps restlessly against the cool, waxed wood table of their local coffee shop. He continues the motion despite his classmate’s evident irritation, hoping the contact would somehow encourage the feeling to pass through his fingers and onto the table via osmosis. It’s a familiar tension after enduring copious amounts of stress. Assignments, exams, working part-time. His social life, hobbies and habits. College had a knack for narrowing time and forcing life into a bottleneck. If you’re lucky enough to come out the other side alive, you’re left an exhausted shell of yourself, stiffly trying to relax your shoulders and convincing yourself that’s all you need and are totally fine now. Booking a back massage was pussy shit. No way in hell was he ever gonna let some man rub oil on him and get all touchy feely with his nude bod, no the fuck thanks.

Not to mention things were good. He’s quite literally in a better place. There was no reason to be rigid with stress now when he wasn’t going through anything like back then. Sadly logic did little to work out the knots in his shoulders. 

“Mind over matter my ass,” Dave mumbles to himself.

“What’s with you?” Karkat demands. “You’ve been fidgeting all fucking day. All week, actually! Usually I let your human quirks slide but at this point I’m starting to get worried.”

Dave winces at the other’s raised voice.

“I’m fine, dude,” he says quietly, hoping to lead Karkat by example. “Finish your thingy.”

“Our thingy,” Karkat corrects. Dave huffs and glances back down at his laptop screen. A word document is open, and Karkat’s cursor flashes where he stopped typing. “And I’m not writing another word until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, man.” Dave forces himself back into his quiet facade—fixing his calm along with his posture. They work some more. He grits his teeth when a leg begins to bounce. God how he’d love to crawl out of his skin right now. Instead, he sits up straight, grabs the side of the table and twists one way, repeating the motion as he does the other. His back pops both times. He lets out a satisfied sigh. 

It’s still not enough. 

“That’s the third time you’ve done that,” Karkat notes. His eyes are fiery despite the lack of red. Dave is one of the few who know about his blood color. He knows they’ll kick in a few years from now, and yet sometimes Dave can feel the color on him. Or maybe he’s projecting. It is his favorite, after all. The color. Not the troll.

Karkat pushes the screen of his laptop down as he points an accusatory finger at the restless human sitting across from him. “You’ve also rubbed your neck twenty seven separate occasions in this past hour. You’ve kicked me in the shin twelve times trying to stretch those freakishly long appendages you call legs. I’ve heard your back pop more times than Egbert’s fucking “grandma” and I lived with them for an entire year!”

“Why did you put quotations around grandma?”

“My point is what the fuck is happening to you? Are you about to molt? You’re acting like your frail skin is about to rip open.”

“Your inexplicable obsession with me is duly noted, and flattered as I may be that you watch me like a hawk—sorry, a talonscreecher— you can park those observations back at the Target parking lot you were at just this morning along with that awful thing on your wrist that you bought from there.”

Karkat tugs his long sleeve over his wristwatch with a scowl and flips Dave off.

“I usually exercise,” Dave explains, figuring he was one more digression away from Karkat finally deciding to kick him back for all the times earlier, most of which were definitely intentional points of contact on his end. “And I haven’t been able to for almost two weeks now because of—” he gestures to his laptop, the cafe they’re in and the campus visible outside the window they’re sitting by. “Our muscles get stiff and shit if we don’t move. It’s kind of unbearable for me.”

“Well, go! Go run a lap and come back!”

“What did we say about asking people to fulfill your furry kinks? I know our recently established friendship is cool and all but I’m not moirailling with you, dude. Next thing I know you’re going to ask me to get on my knees and bark—” Dave sucks in his breath and clenches his teeth, fighting the instinct to yelp following the sharp pain in his shin.

“Fuck off, Strider! Suffer in that meatsack for all I care.”

“I jog at ass in the morning or in the middle of the night, there is no in between.”

“Those are our peak cram hours.”

“I know! That's why I haven't been able to go!” Dave exclaims. “I hate feeling watched while I workout.” That’s not incriminating to admit, right? Most people hate the gym for the very same reason. There’s no way Karkat’s tragic-past detector would go off.

“‘Cause of your Bro?”

Dammit.

“No,” Dave utters stubbornly while raising his knee for easier access to rub his throbbing leg. “Can’t a guy be a little self-conscious when asked to run around his school in tight jeans and a baggy hoodie at peak hours? Can’t a troll accept that nothing will fix me right now besides getting on my stomach, spreading my legs and praying some forklift certified fuck accidentally gets in a steamroller and runs me over?”

“Jesus, Dave. If it’s that bad… just let me sit on you!”

Dave’s mind is pulled in so many different directions that for once in his life, he’s at a loss for words. The imagery, one he’ll never admit to having, even if burnt at the stake, takes hold. It’s so vivid in his mind that he closes his laptop with an abrupt snap and shoves it into his backpack.

“I think we’re done here.”

“Humans do it all the time!” Karkat continues. “You lie on the couch and your friend sits on your back, right? John and Jade fucked with me like this all the time but they’d make me do it back. They said it feels good.”

“You have got to remember that those two are outliers when it comes to what is considered ‘normal’ by human standards.”

“Right, because you’re a sensible being and should be considered the standard life form for your race.”

“You’re not convincing me to let you sit on my back, dude.”

“Fine, but where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

“Home?” Dave shifts out of the booth and shoulders his backpack. 

“No the fuck you’re not! We’re not even halfway done with this paper!”

“I’ll bullshit something tonight.”

Karkat follows him, protesting the entire time. Dave tries and fails to shake him off. The sticky heat of the summer has yet to take hold of the city. Accustomed as he may be, Dave never looks forward to it, and the dread along with his current bodily aches makes him clench his teeth and curl his fists. He snapped at Karkat once, two years ago, in the summer. He was in a bad mood. Sweat-slicked hair framed his features. The humidity sat heavy in the air and made his clothes cling to the small of his back. He was tired, his brain had reached capacity after back-to-back lectures. The sun drained what little energy he had left, so when Karkat tried to lecture him about his romantic life, embarrassing him in front of their friends, he was genuinely mad. They weren’t close then, but were in each other’s circle. Dave had regretted it instantly. Karkat was a good dude. Sensitive in a way that made Dave cringe, sure, and outright obnoxious at times, but it was from a place of caring. He was fooled at first, with the way the other talked and typed. Karkat Vantas came off aggressive, loud and arrogant, but in actuality was all bark no bite (though his throbbing shin would argue otherwise). When he apologized, Karkat hugged him tight and everything seemed to magically get better after that. 

Dave’s pace slows to a stop once they round the corner, officially off campus and away from the crowds of students. 

“Sorry,” he blurts when the other stumbles to a stop to avoid crashing into him. “For getting all pissy.”

Karkat raises a brow and tilts his head to the side.

Dave uncurls his fists and tries to relax his shoulders. He doesn’t want to be uncool like back then, two years ago. Not to the troll he now knows well. Someone he genuinely likes despite pretending otherwise.

“It’s not anything you said or did.” Why was communicating so hard? And so fucking awkward? Why did he have to explain his feelings instead of relying on the people around him to telepathically understand what was going on in his head?

“Yeah, I know,” Karkat snorts. “You just need to book a fucking massage.”

“Phrasing,” Dave smirks.

“No, Dave. I know what I said.”

Dave flushes at the other’s nonchalance. He hates when Karkat has the drop on him. 

“I hear you can request a happy ending from some plac—mph.”

Dave gets him into a headlock with one arm, the other going over his mouth. There’s a familiarity to the action. “Be glad there’s no table to suplex you over,” Dave threatens. He releases Karkat the moment he detects the other open his mouth to bite him. Yet another familiar action. 

They tussle for a while longer until they’re giggling as they pull away. The distance between them lasts only a brief moment. On a whim, Dave reaches out and pulls Karkat back in, this time for an embrace. Karkat squeezes him tight. It knocks the air out of Dave in the best way possible. Karkat pops his back and nearly lifts him off his tippy toes. God he loved this fucker’s hugs.

“Did that help?” Karkat asks with a small smile, sharp teeth peeking shyly over his lips.

“I’m not sure,” Dave lies, chest tightening at the sight. Shit. “Can you do that again?”

Karkat embraces him with all he’s got. Shit, shit, shit. Dave fights back the groan. He’d never hear the end of it if he made a single sound in front of Karkat. But he can’t lie, this shit felt good. He wraps his arms around Karkat and hugs back. It becomes a competition. They embrace each other until Dave is certain one of them is going to pass out from lack of oxygen.

They release each other with dizzied laughs and crash back into each other, initiating another round. This time Dave reaches around Karkat’s waist, leading the other to lock his arms around Dave’s shoulders. Karkat squeezes the tension right out of those muscles. Dave strengthens his grip until that tight, hot sensation that had wormed its way along his arms and to the pads of his fingers dissipates completely. 

They stumble apart with dopey grins, wordlessly resuming their walk home with nothing to fill the air between them but the sound of passing cars and chirping birds. He should have known. All it took was Karkat hugging him tight. Everything always seemed to magically get better after that. 

[blurglesmurfklaine]

hi hello tell me more about spiderman davey.

SO GLAD YOU ASKED AHHH

*miles morales voice* Let’s do this one last time:

At the end of the year of his Junior year in high school, students with the highest science and math grades get invited to a field trip to see Oscorp or whatever the newsies equivalent of that would be (I don’t have all the answers unfortunately) and Davey goes and gets bitten by a spider blah blah we KNOW the deal

The summer before Senior Year is uneventful, just hot lazy days spent saving for college, working at Mr. Jacobi's bodega-slash-deli with his best friend Jack Kelly (who have been inseperable since the sixth grade) (if Davey has been secretly in love with him for as long as he can remember THAT IS HIS BUSINESS), Oh, and branching out into vigilantism, saving the city from imminent danger and petty crime, figuring out his new powers, etc. ya know, the ush.

The fall semester rolls around and Davey's friends have made their opinions on the friendly nieghorhood spiderman very clear. Katherine loves anything her dad hates, on principal, and thinks the articles he writes trying to paint him as a villain are distasteful. Race thinks Spider-Man is badass. Charlie admires the heroics. Most surprisingly, though, Jack isn't his biggest fan because "I kick some guys ass for beating on Charlie and I could get sent to juvie. He does it and he's a hero?"

Davey tries to stay neutral about it all because duh he's spiderman and no one can know. When Oscar and Morris push him around he obvs COULD take any of them to the floor but he wouldn't because he doesn't want to draw attention to himself. (Jack, after Oscar pushes Davey into the lockers: TRY THAT AGAIN AND YOU'LL BE SEEING THROUGH A BLACK EYE BIIIITCH)

One day they're at Mr. Jacobi's. Davey is at the register while Jack stocks up. Davey's spidey-senses go off and he asks Jack to cover for him for a bit. Jack is wary because Davey's been... off and unusually disfocused, flaky these past few weeks, but he's come to expect it. So he agrees. Davey goes off to fight some super down the road or smth and in his absence, Jack gets robbed.

Davey returns to work to see a stranger pointing a gun at Jack and swings into action (literally) and saves Jack as Spider Man.

Spider Man leaves before Jack can properly thank him and wouldn't you know it Davey is suddenly back on the scene and "Oh my GOD you got ROBBED?? Are you oka--WAIT THE SPIDERMAN SAVED YOU?"

And suddenly Jack has changed his tune when it comes to Manhattan's fave super hero.

Which. If Davey's being honest, he doesn't mind hearing Jack gush about him at length (even is he doesn't know it's... him). Davey kind of likes listening to Jack's ravings of "Oh he was so funny, actually. You'd think someone like that would have an ego but he was actually so humble?? God, and he's TALL--the pictures I get of him for The World don't do him justice." He doesn't mind it.

At first.

Because as we all know, when Jack Kelly puts his mind to something he will NOT shut the fuck up about it and he has been dead set on trying to meet spiderman again so he can "thank the guy properly". In fact, Jack's dumbass has been so distracted by his infatuation with spiderman that he's been walking into traffic, taking wrong turns on his walk home and ending up in dicey neighborhoods, and thank GOD Davey's always with him to prevent disaster because--

"Wait a second. Are you TRYING to get into trouble so spiderman will come and save you again?"

"ppppssshhh whaaaat? No! That's stupid--"

(that is 100% what Jack is doing.) (It doesn't work. For obvious reasons.)

And Davey laughs in disbelief like "I can't with you. Be safe on your shift. I'll see you tomorrow." BUT HOHOHOOOOO my boy has PLANS and you will NEVER GUESS who the fuck shows up to Jack's shift at Mr. Jacobi's that evening? Yeah it's spiderman.

Jack thanks him and they get to talking "Thanks for what you did. Not every day the guy you spent the last six months shit talking saves your ass."

Davey Jacobs can't stick up for himself at school, for fear of being found out. Even before that, he could never find the nerve to fight back to the Delancey brothers, or to tell Jack how he really felt. But with when he puts the mask on? Hoooooo boiiii he has the freedom to be the version of himself he;s always wanted to be: he's witty against these idiot villains and charismatic with the people he saves. So with his newfound courage he says:

"Not every day I save someone as handsome as you."

And that's where Davey went wrong because if Jack was annoying before, he's INSUFFERABLE now, and their lunch table can't go a single day without Jack bringing up his date that wasn't a date with spiderman and Race insinuates Jack might have a little crush and Davey snaps: "Can we please just shut up about that stupid bug?"

and it's Race, who is a little shit, so he smirks. "I though you liked old spidey?"

"in moderation."

and now Davey is jealous of himself. which is totally fun and enjoyable and not miserable at all.

Despite wishing he had the strength to be the person he was behind the mask without it, Davey finds himself visiting Mr. Jacobi's as spiderman more and more often, just to hang out with Jack. He loves it, because he loves Jack. But it's also sort of sad in a sense because he realizes in the half a year he's spent being spiderman, he hasn't had time to be a kid. To spend time running the school newspaper with Katherine. To sit on the rooftop of Davey's apartment with Jack and watch the city below them and talk about their future--about the apartment they're going to get together one day, where Davey will write for one of the local newspapers and Jack will fill the walls with his art.

And as much as he loves spending time with jack as spiderman, he can't help but mourn the loss of the little he gets with him as Davey. He can't help but notice the growing distance, and it's all his fault. HIs grades are slipping, he's losing his best friend, and honestly, he isn't even sure he's really making a notable difference in the city. And even though Davey's wearing a literal mask, Jack has always been able to see right though him.

"What's wrong?"

And Davey tries to lie. "Nothing."

"You know, you remind me of my best friend."

"How so?"

"He's a terrible liar, too."

And Davey lets it out--in his own, vague way. "I just... I've got the--powers. The suit. The mask. But underneath it all... I don't feel like much of a hero. When I go home tonight, I'm still going to be just an idiot kid who is way in over his head."

And that's when Jack takes spiderman by the hand and leads him to the alley behind the deli. "I wanna show you something."

and Davey's breath catches in his throat at the mural before him--spiderman with a million colors dancing around his silhouette. And Jack takes Davey's gloved hands. "You might not agree, but this is how New York sees you. How I see you." And Davey is SO overwhelmed he tries to run away but Jack grabs his hand, pulls him close, slides his hands under the bottom of his mask--

"I--" Davey tries to protest.

"Don't worry," Jack assures him. "I ain't gonna take it off, I just... If I don't do this I'm gonna regret it for the rest of my life."

And then Jack slides Davey's mask up to his nose and kisses him.

"Well don't you just look like the cat that caught the canary," Katherine says to Davey at the courtyard the next morning. "You finally tell Jack you're in love with him."

Davey rolls his eyes. "Sure. And I also found the holy grail this morning before school."

"Okay, strike one for me. No to the feelings. You finally tell him you're spiderman?"

"I mean, I've thought about it, but at this point I think it'd do more harm than--" and then Davey realizes. He looks at Kath, who looks just as surprised as he does.

"Hoooooly shit. I mean... I thought--you're always running off, and at the football game when that sand guy--no one could find you, but you're actually--!"

He claps a hand over her mouth. "Don't tell Jack."

and tbh that's all that I've got BUT other misc stuff I figure:

Medda would be the Uncle Ben character (which PAINS me, but could also tie in to Jack's waryness of spiderman??)

Jack works for The World as a photographer, but after developing his crush convinces Pulitzer to let him take pictures of spiderman

There's a Big Bad B-Plot but idk what lmao

ANGST!! Davey being sad about Jack being in love with SpiderMan but not with Davey because my boy would overthink the SHIT out of this

A conversation between SpiderMan and Jack where Jack brings up Davey "Davey's my... We're best friends." "And... that's all?" (is jack BLUSHING???) "I uh, it's not like that. We... I love him to death, but he's been so. Weird lately. Pulling away. I wanna talk to him, but. He ain't like me. He's smart. He's going to college. He's the greatest guy I know, but... guys like me don't end up with guys like him." cue more Davey overthinking

Katherine, after finding out, becomes Davey's "guy in the chair"

Katherine and Davey get secretive bc. hero shit. and Jack thinks they're secretly dating "You know, Davey... If you and Kath are in love, you can tell me" Davey: ????? "What gives you that impression?" "You two are always sneaking off. It's pretty obvious." "I--no. it's not like that at all--" "Well it sure seems like that" "Why do you even care? Aren't you going steady with the bug guy?" "His name is--" "You don't even know his name! You don't know the first thing about this guy and you're mooning over him like some fanboy." "Yeah, well I know he's there when I need him!" "What's that supposed to mean?" "Don't act like you don't know. Like you haven't spent the last few months prepping to leave me here, while you're over in princeton or yale or wherever the hell you're going off to." "The fact that you think I could ever go on without you-- Jack how do you not know..." "Not know what?" "Nothing..."

Eventually Big Bad would find out Davey's identity and use Jack against him and there's a Big Battle at the end where Jack has to watch spiderman get the crap kicked out of him and the mask slowly falls off and when Jack realizes it's Davey he just LOSES IT

I have no idea how this ends :)

THAT'S ALL I GOT FOR NOW FOLKS

[tainoidiot]

Just a random idea that I thought would be cute, if you don’t mind writing for it. So y’know how in Btas Jonathan and Harley are shown to have a sort of friendship? Well, I could imagine Harley learning about Jonathan’s relationship with the reader and pestering him about it to no end. Can’t really blame her considering Jonathan is, well, not the easiest to close to.

I like to imagine she find out about the relationship by pure accident too, since Jon doesn’t seem like the type to openly discuss his personal business like that. You can add on to this if you want, this is just the basics since this just popped into my head lol

WAIT THIS IS SO FUNNY

Also heyyyy I'm back in class I hate college

Secret Secrets Are No Fun

BTAS!Johnathan Crane x Reade. Plus Harley!

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It was pretty late in the day, yet nothing had happened. Gotham was quiet, not a rogue to be heard. Hell, even the batman decided today he'd take the day off to do.. whatever that guy does. Bruce Wayne seems to be having fun though, maybe he should take a page from his book.

This wouldn't sit with Harley. With Ivy taking the entire day to manage her garden, and the Joker basically kicking her out for the day, what was a woman to do? She'd get kicked out any restaurant, and museums are so boring when you're not particularly in the mood. So a walk will do just fine, "You two want some walkies? Let's see if we can snag some hotdogs for ya!" Harley giggled, Bud and Lou excitedly rushing toward the door and crying in anticipation to begin. They're more like dogs now than Hyenas, she swears..

The funniest thing is, though they don't mean it, some rogues stay in touch. That's definitely the case with her and Johnathan, or as the citizens of Gotham know him as that fucking creep with the potato sack costume the Scarecrow. So why not stop by for a visit? Company is always nice! And Bud and Lou are the sweetest babies, who could say no? Once the trio finally stopped at the corner of his residence, Harley noticed the front door open. Before she went to walk, she saw someone unfamiliar walk out. Probably just a henchman or something, nothing to freak about.

"I'll be right back, okay? I'll pick up dinner for tonight, and if you haven't put down your work before I get back I'm gonna force relaxation on you!" The figure giggled, grabbing Johnathans hands to hold softly in theirs. "I promise, just after I write this one reaction down. I'll have it all put away once you're back." And then, Harley covers her mouth so they don't hear the gasp. THEYRE KISSING? WHAT THE FUCK, IS THIS ALLOWED?

After the stranger walks off, not really even noticing the bright blonde and two giant "dogs", she hops out the bushes and giggled "Johnathan Crane! I didn't realize PDA was on the menu for tonight?" She teased. Johnathan looked at Harley and groaned "Hello, Harley.. it's nothing to concern you." He grumbled, pretty embarrassed that she saw everything. "Oh really?" Harley giggled, waltzing right into the dilapidated room. "What did I say about the Hyenas?!" Johnathans gasped as Bud and Lou pushed past him. "Nothing to concern you." Harley laughed, sitting down on a ripped up couch. "Now, tell me everything! They're such a looker too! So kind and really looks at you the way that softens a cold icy heart." Harley fawns, Johnathan blushing "You think so..?" He quickly closes the door and continues writing in his already cramped journal.

"So.." Harley sprawled herself out "Who was that? I didn't realize you were seeing someone, do they know about your work?" She pestered, Johnathan groaning in annoyance "just a significant.. other" He replied, trying to be as vague as possible. Harley screamed, jumping up and going over to the red head to grab his shoulders "Oh my god! You are dating! For such a long time I thought you had a stick up your ass." She laughed, Johnathan now burning red with embarrassment. "They're awfully attractive, how'd you pull them even? No offense, you're just kinda-" "Don't continue that sentence." He growled. Harley shrugged, grabbing an empty box "Come on, let's clean up. I don't want to be the reason why your Significant Other gets on your ass."

With everything cleaned up and ready for Johnathan's date night (minus the vials Bud may or may not have eaten), the duo plopped onto the couch in exhaustion. "Alright.. Lab is clean. Now would you-" just as Johnathan got up, he heard a few knocks at the door. As the door opens, Harley sees the stranger in all their glory, whistling like a cartoon wolf. "You are quite a looker. Ciao, Johnny!" And just like that, she's off.

".. Was that"

"Yep."

"You know her?"

"I do."

"Huh.. I learn new things about you every day."

[rurugumi]

My god college has been kicking my ass non-stop for the past few months,,, but now I offer you: scrapped content from two steps forward, one step back

so, originally, Tim was going to find og timeline Jason's research on his birth mother. This would lead to several events:

1. Bruce would have a talk with Jason about potentially finding his birth mom if he wanted to meet her or go live with her or something, that he would support him on everything. Jason was going to decline the offer, but he was going to be touched about how much Bruce cares about his happiness.

2. One of Jason's candidates for birth mom was Lady Shiva. I thought this was a canonical thing, but I never checked. Like, the reason this idea never happened is because I just... wasn't sure about this part and I never asked my batreader or double-checked in a wiki or smth soooo. Anyways. Lady Shiva! She's Cass's mom, so they were going to find Cass accidentally during this time lol

3. While looking up stuff about Lady Shiva, Tim was going to find out stuff about Talia Al Ghul and, well, from that part on it goes pretty similar to what ended up happening in the fic

4. Babs was going to be there, helping Tim. How did they meet? Unknown, we just hear Dick whining about it one day jdkdjdks

5. Unfortunately there was no Steph. I have the timeline in my head and like, from start to finish, the story takes about a year and eight months, give or take. So, Jason is 17 going on 18 at the end of the fic, and Tim is around 13-14, so I thought it might not be Steph time just yet, y'know?

Now the good news is that I came up with the idea for an epilogue, and here, you can have a little spoiler, as a treat (no pun intended). This epilogue takes place about a year after the end of the og fic, so at some point during that year, Tim becomes Robin, and soon after he meets Steph :)

[namakaeggs]

movie love | 1

erenxreader, enemiestolovers, erens a frat boy( bringing back the 2020 fanon eren phase)

Coming back from Wall Rose Cinema, you could feel the weight of the day weighing on your shoulders, or better yet, crushing them entirely. The snack line was too long, the movie seat was suspiciously sticky, and you drank too much of your Diet Pepsi( it's all they had) and you had to hold in your pee for the rest of the movie, because what ass makes everyone move while what they payed for is playing on the big screen?

Unfortunately, you. In the process of maneuvering your way past the bodies of people attempting to squish themselves to make room for you to exit, you kicked a guys drink that he convienatlly placed on the floor, causing it to spill on the floor, on his shoes, on yours, and just, what a mess.

"What the fuck?" He groaned, throwing his arms up and looking at his friends in disgust.

"Oh my God! I'm so, so sorry," You loudly whispered back. "- I'll pay for your drink!  I didn't see it-"

"Can you fucking move?" One of his friends reply.

You blushed in pure embarrassment and scurried to the bathroom. To pee, and to wallow in the second hand embarrassment you're feeling for yourself.  Washing your hands in the bathroom sink didn't drown out the guys friends snickers and rude comments replaying in your head.

Fortunately, you never have to go to that theatre again. Because you won't be going anytime soon, out of embarrassment.

Wall Rose Cinema is Paradis' local cinema. Paradis is a relatively small town, having one high school, a college, and small businesses lined up at every block. It's your typical podunk town. The one where teens throw bonfires on the beach, everybody knows everybody, and getting into trouble without facing the consequences is a given.

You drop your bag on your bedroom chair and sigh. You honestly don't even want to think about Paradis for the time, it's too soon after your movie fiasco. With how closely everyone is connected here, it's most likely your friends know those guys one way or another. You head to the bathroom to remove your makeup and brush your teeth.

In the middle of your skincare routine, Historia calls.

"What's up?"

"Hey girl! How was the movie?" Historia says. You can hear her smile through the phone.

"Ugh, you know, -was alright. It wasn't really accurate to the book at all.." You drone on and on about what you liked and the opposite.

"I wish I was there with you!!" Historia groans, "who else was there?"

You sigh. "Just me, but- shut up, I hear you laughing about that! Yeah, just me and the fucking guy I spilled his own drink on."

"No way! Was he like- super upset or chill?"

"Pissed. Totally deserved, but his carrot head friend was like, ugh, making rude comments even after I passed by them.." You reply. Saying it out loud is almost as embarrassing as living it, and you instinctively turn away from your own reflection in the mirror as a result.

"Wait, Floch?" Historia shrieks in amusement.

"Who?"

"Floch, he went to our high school! He hung out with the guys, but he's such a forgettable face."

"Deadass?" You laugh, "Who did he hang out with back then?"

"Uhh, ya know, Jean, Armin, Connie, Eren.." Historia lists out while thinking of more. "-think that's it?"

"Ohhh," You say in realization, "wait, who's Eren?"

"He hangs out with the guys. He went to Marley for school, so ya know."

You make another sound of realization and continue talking with Historia as you finish in the bathroom. After you guys say your good nights, you get dressed in a tank top and shorts and crawl into bed.

Kicking off your socks, you try to remember Floch, but you simply can't. He never was on your radar and never made any appearances in your life other than tonight at Wall Rose. You hope that that pattern stays true. You're not desperate to see him. Or his friends. Or the guy you put in a sticky situation.

Marley is the town right next to Paradis. You grew up in Marley, but you went to Paradis High School because Marley only has a private high school. That's where you met Historia and the rest of the girls. Now that you're in college, you live with Sasha in Paradis.

"Y/n, trash day is tomorrow!" Your roommate yells. You groan from under the covers, obviously, because you can hear the front door opening and Sasha saying goodbye. You have to take out the trash tonight.

"Ugh, damn it, Sasha!" You curse out as you go to gather the trash bags and head out the door.

The night is cold and the air hugs your shoulders too tight, goosebumps breaking out over your body as you cross the lawn. You curse yourself for not thinking of bringing a heavier layer with you. It's only October, but the sea isn't as warm as it was, so the wind isn't warm enough for you to feel cozy. As you set the bags down, trying your hardest not to get a whiff of the trash smell, you hear hoots and hollers from across the street. Your face drops when you see the same group of guys from the movie theatre. You recognize now that most of them are guys from Marley. All but Floch, who even without his red hair would be an outlier.

"Hey! Feeling cold?" One of the guys catcall as his friends punch him in a bro to bro-agreement ritual. It dawns on you that you're wearing a tank top. And that you're not wearing a bra.

"Fuck this shit." You roll your eyes, still setting the trash bags down. You can see them jumping up and down, staring at you and at each other, walking down the streets still looking and laughing in amusement. Like you're a movie they payed to see.

One guy lurks behind them,  not particularly participating in their bro- ritual nonsense, but he's not not staring either. His black hoodie makes him hard to see in the dark, but even with his hood on, you can see him because he's holding an empty bottle of Sierra Mist. It's the guy who put his drink on the floor. His stare burns into yours. Surprisingly, given the hour, you can make out the shine of a piercing adorning his bottom lip. You subconsciously lick your lip, imagining how it would feel to have that pierced through your own skin. His piercing gaze is enough to make you  even more insecure than you already feel. You see, even at this hour, his eyes flitting to your chest. He trails his gaze back up to your eyes, smirks, and looks away before tossing the empty Sierra Mist bottle on the trash bottle on the corner, crossing the street with the guys from Marley. 

When you close the door, you cringe. At the spilled drink, at the rude comments, at the smell of the trash, at the hollers, and especially at the smirk. What the fuck was all that? Marley boys have always been scummy, hence why you were so adamant to go to Paradis for high school and college. After scrubbing your hands after touching the trash bags, you finally get into your bed and flick off the lamp. Your thoughts are always a bit jumbled before you sleep, but tonight they gravitate toward a magnet.

[katierosedreams2]

I’m not a sissy...4

College with Kailey didn’t go as I thought it would. With Trent leaving to go to the other side of the country for school, I thought he would finally give me the key to my cage. One of his rules was that I was never supposed to ask about it. But on the last day I was to see him, I just had to ask. After I sucked his cock, had him fuck me in the ass so hard, and then sucked his cock again, on my knees, covered and overflowing with his cum everywhere, I finally asked. “Thank you so much for letting me worship your superior, perfect, massive cock, and completely covering and filling me with your cum daddy! Thank you for using me as your cum dump and for your pleaser. I hope I made your big dick feel so good! C-can I finally have the key to my cage now since I won’t see you again?”

I was so scared to ask, and I felt so vulnerable and weak, dressed like a slutty girl in sheer lingerie drenched in his cum. He just laughed. “You're a stupid, pathetic little sissy cock slut! God, you really are a girl! I don’t have it! But don’t worry, it won’t be too far from you at college!” He took so much joy in humiliating and denying me. 

“Now take your girly shit and get out!” He commanded as he forcefully grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up from my knees and to his front door. He opened it and through me out. I almost fell over as I stumbled in my black 4inch patent leather pumps. I turned around, his cum running down my face and over my lips, parted as I spoke. “Wait! No not like this!” My feminine girly voice filled with fear. I thought back to when I first sucked his cock. That seemed like so long ago. I had no idea of the life ahead of me then.

So many emotions rushed back: shame and humiliation, I felt them again as I stood outside of his house again, this time in nothing but sheer black lingerie, stockings, and my heels. But I was still covered in his cum. I was frozen in shock. Just then, he opened the door, and put my black vinyl trench coat down with my purse, and then shut the door again. I tried to rush back inside but I was too slow in my heels. He slammed and locked the door right before I could get there. “No please Trent! You drove me here! How am I supposed to get home?” 

I heard him laugh on the other side of the door, “WALK SLUT! GOOD LUCK YOU CUM COVERED SISSY FAGGOT!” I couldn’t believe this was happening to me! Kailey was gone all summer in Europe and my mom was out of town with some guy she was seeing! I grabbed my coat and put it on. Trent had tied the waist belt really tight behind the back, so the coat couldn’t close. I tried to untie it but with my long French tips, covered in his cum, but I wasn’t able to. 

I grabbed my small matching black vinyl hand bag and had to walk the whole 3 miles home unable to fully cover myself. I used my handbag to cover my worthless, pathetic, caged little clitty showing through my sheer panties. But it was obvious I was covered in his thick cum. So many cars honked and whistled at me as they drove by. I just hung my head in shame and embarrassment. To them I looked like a real girl, an incredibly slutty one too! By the time I finally made it home, my feet were killing me and Trent's cum had hardened on my face and body.

Kailey got a huge kick out of hearing me tell her about it. After I finished, she told me she had already heard about it, however. She told me that Trent had filmed it! He even drove past me a few times and would stop to film me walking past him. I must have been too embarrassed and humiliated to notice. He had sent the videos to her. They both thought it was hilarious and posted it everywhere they could. Kailey said I should be complemented! After all, I deserve to be treated that way.  I don’t know why, but I can’t stand up to her, or even disagree with her. I was so horny. I hadn’t cum since I got spitroasted by Trent and Drake.

When I told her that Trent didn’t have the key anymore, he said it would be near. Did she know what that meant? “Of course you silly little sissy! Trent has given me your key! It was the last time you came on that very sexy day where you were loving getting double penetrated by Trent and Drake at the same time. God that was so hot!” You could hear the arousal in her voice.

“What!? Kailey, you have my key?!? You can let me out!!” I said, excited and hopeful that my nightmare might finally be over. After all, Kailey and I have grown so close as fiends, clearly she wouldn’t want me to still suffer like this!

“That’s right my girly little cock slut. But don’t worry sweetie, I won’t be unlocking you. Not for a long time at least. I know how important this is to you! Hey come to think of it, it's almost like your going to be my little sissy slave now. I think you should increase your hormones. Three times a day isn’t enough anymore. I want you to double it! Now I’m going to see you in two days. We can talk about this then. I can’t wait to have you as my little “slave!” Damn, that sounds so hot! Now I know Trent is gone so I want you to send me videos of you deep throating that massive 10 inch dildo you got for your birthday. At least 30 minutes a day. Speaking of deep throating, I’m going to go suck a huge cock, I can’t wait to see you soon girl!” She hung up the phone before I could even speak. What happened? I can’t believe this!!

The transition to living with  Kailey did not go how I thought it would. She told me she was going to keep me locked for my own good. I am a better behaved girl when I’m desperate and horny. If I was to ask to be unlocked she would flush my key down the toilet while I gagged on some guy's huge dick. Never able to be free. Of course, if I disobeyed a single of her commands, the punishment would be the same. She somehow managed to be sweet and loving throughout her telling me this whole thing. As if, in her mind, she was doing the kind, loving, right thing. As if it's really what I wanted her to do. 

It wasn’t all bad though. Her parents bought her a loft apartment near school for us both to stay in. She, of course, got the larger of the two rooms, but both were huge! The walk-in closet in my room alone was bigger than my old room at my mom's house! 

The whole apartment was remodeled and looked so modern, classy, and elegant. It was on the top floor of the building and took up half of the floor! We had a beautiful balcony and amazing views! It was very private and luxurious. In many ways it was almost like a fairy tail! 

My room, of course, looked incredibly feminine, like the whole house did. Kailey kept the standards of how I lived very high, and very girly. Not too different from what my mom and she had made me live before I left for college. But I was finally hoping I could escape from this feminization at least a little bit.

For instance, I don’t own a single thing, other than bikinis, bodysuits,  panties, or lingerie that wraps around my crotch. I was hoping that would change. No pants, no shorts, of any kind, period. Even my pjs are feminine, girly, or sexy, nightgowns, slips, or baby dolls. I was hoping I could start to wear sweat pants, or at the very least cute, trendy pants! But NO, I must ALWAYS be accessible to a real man at all times.

She has kept me going on my strict skin, hair, and body care routine. Never missing a step. I take hormones six times a day and must practice with my “toy” twice a day, ass and mouth, since I’m no longer being used by Trent for his pleaser any more. That is, if she doesn’t have a “friend” or guest over, I must be willing and excited to let them use me for their pleaser alone.

As much as I am her roommate and best friend, I am also her live-in maid. Twice a day, morning and evening, I am dressed as a slutty maid, like something out of a porno, and clean the house. I will also dress and act as a maid whenever she commands as well. And the rest of the time I’m dressed like I normally would, trendy, slutty, or both.

Of course, we are still best friends, so a lot of the time, things are mostly normal. We still hang out, go shopping, get our hair and nails done together. We watch chick flicks, make our meals together, help each other get dressed and pick out outfits together. We even study and attend classes together. We were both going for fashion design, not what I wanted to do, but Kailey convinced me of it. 

We are just like the best friends we were before, but every now and again she’ll take charge with this sweet, but stern, no-nonsense attitude. Some of our parties, for instance, I participate like everyone else. In other ones she makes me dress up like her sexy maid and serve her guests and clean up as it happens. Either way, I look like a cock craving, cum loving whore.

I always have super sexy dark smokey eye shadow and long lashes. My lip injected, dick sucking lips are always covered in lip gloss despite what lipstick is underneath. The guys get really horny from all of this. I get hit on a lot and Kailey won’t let me say no to any guys' sexual advances.

I have to flirt back and do whatever they ask. It always ends with my throat incredibly sore and my stomach filled with cum and my face covered in it. Or my ass hole burning, gaping, and leaking with so much cum that I’ll leak cum even the next morning. Even when I’m completely soaked in cum, and completely filled with it, I still have to clean it up. Oh and I STILL HAVEN'T CUM YET! This is killing me! 

It’s been almost a year since Trent locked this on me. As Christmas approached, Kailey had been hinting at giving me a very special present. It’s very very small, and metal is the hint she gave me! It must be my key! I can’t wait for her to finally free me from this hell! 

Our plan is to exchange our gifts at our Christmas party early this December, the last day of finals week. Once Christmas break starts, I’ll be heading home to see my mom and Kailey will be going to Hawaii with her family. She said that she'd give me all of my gifts no matter what, except one. This was a very special Christmas party and I had better make sure the house, and myself, looked absolutely perfect! And that I behaved like the good little sissy slut I was or I wouldn’t receive it. Of course, I assumed it was the key. So even though it was finals week, I worked extra hard to get the house ready. I had the decorations up and everything looked spotless.

Kailey seemed rather impressed. Part of the terms I had with her parents was that if I got good grades, they would let me stay there rent free. It was hard to do both but I somehow pulled it off.

I spent the few hours before the party going around in my sexy little latex maid outfit Kailey had picked out for me, making sure everything was perfect, even down to the oddments on our tree. Kailey, who was watching reality TV and text on her phone, thought I looked hot and made sure to take a picture. She told me to post it. God, my whole Instagram is just tones of photos depicting a slutty girl. I guess that’s what I have become now. I sure have a lot of followers who enjoy it though. 

As she left to go get ready, the only thing that could be heard echoing though our house was the clicking of my heels. I have become quite an expert at wearing them. I’ve worn heels almost every day since Trent forced me to be a sissy girl. Even my house slippers have a small 3 inch heel to them. The only time I’m not wearing them is when I’m showering. Even then, I’ve gotten so used to it that my heels don’t touch the ground. 

As I worked my heart was so joyful. After tonight I will finally be unlocked from this damn cage! I haven’t touched my own tiny little clitty in over a year! Hell I haven’t even seen it! I am so worried about what all of these hormones and being stuck in this incredibly small cage has done to me. 

I tried not to think about it though. I had to make sure everything was perfect. We had enough alcohol of different types, as well as party snacks, nicely displayed. I had no idea who was attending our party. I assumed it would be, like most, a mixed group of guys and girls. I also knew I was to stay dressed in my maid uniform. Kailey wanted “perfect service” and using me is cheaper than hiring someone.

As I went through the house making last-minute touches, I heard Kailey's heels click thoughout the house as she approached behind me. I turned around when she spoke “What do you think, Rose?” She said excitedly as she posed displaying her outfit for the party. 

My jaw dropped. I was in complete shock, she looked absolutely stunning! My little clit was getting wet in its cage as I looked at her. She was in black leather 4 inch thigh high boots, and a small red satin lingerie set that was very Christmasy. It had some white lace and little bows everywhere. Her make-up was a black smokey eye with red glitter on top, long false lashes, and matching red lip stick, shining with lip gloss. Her long blond hair was in big sexy curls, matching my own. She looked like the object of every man's dreams! 

If it’s not obvious, I definitely still have a crush on her. I know we’ll never be together, she prefers me this way. “Wow! Kailey, you look so hot!! Your so perfect!!” As she spun around to show me the back, I realized this outfit was even more risqué than she normally dresses for a party. 

“Wait, what kind of party is this? I mean you just look so sexy, but you'er also hardly covered at all!” I said, the confusion clear in my voice. “You’ll see sissy, just focus on making it wonderful!” She said seductively with a sexy little smirk as she walked past me to pour herself a drink.

I couldn’t help but turn to watch her walk, my eyes refusing to look away from her. Just then, I heard a knock at the door and it startled me into reality. “Wait Rose! Not yet!” Kailey yelled at me with mild panic. “They'er early!” She muttered under her breath as she grabbed her phone. Within a moment, Christmas music began playing softly on the speakers throughout the house. 

She rushed over to me, her heels clicking loudly. “How do I look!? Any lipstick on my teeth?” She said frantically. I studied her makeup, hair, and outfit closely for imperfections. Something I had learned to do from both her and my mom. “Lip gloss!” We both said in complete unison and rushed to the mirror by the door where we keep extra lip gloss at all times. We reapplied it and quickly fussed with our hair, outfits, -and boobs, making sure everything was just how we wanted. 

“OK are you ready, my little cock slave?!” She looked at me excitedly! I felt embarrassed that this is my life, and worse, that I’m so horny that being called that is turning me on. Hell being a cock slave turns me on! I just shook my head yes to show I was. “Then let them in cum slut!” She commanded as she rushed into the other room to make a grand instance. 

I opened the door, trying to strike a girly sexy pose to greet our guests. I was surprised to see a large group of tall, muscular, handsome men standing there. I  admired how girly my voice was as I invited them in. As each big strong man walked past me I felt dwarfed even in my tall heels. Compared to these real men, I was nothing like them. I looked so much like a girl that even I didn’t believe I was a man.

They all looked me up and down, I could see the dirty sexual thoughts running through their minds as they did. I felt like a sex object, only to be used for their pleaser. This made my caged pathetic baby dick leak some precum. I don’t even strain against my chastity any more. I’ve been locked for so long, unable to get hard, it’s like my tiny micro cock has stopped trying to. 

I smiled flirtatiously back in response to each one checking me out. It had become an automatic response at this point. “Welcome in guys! It is so lovely to see so many good looking men here!” I said, embarrassed at the truth of that statement. By the tenth guy entering, I realized there were no girls accompanying them. 

As the last one entered, number twelve, I looked to see if anyone else was in the hall waiting to come in. Nope, no lady’s. Why would Kailey just have guys over? They must be the first to arrive. After all, our parties usually have a lot more people than this. 

They all waited in our grand hallway by the door, each one staring at me like they wanted to use me. I didn’t recognize most of them, but a few I had seen before at previous parties. “Right this way boys.” I said in a rather sexy tone as I walked past them to lead them into the main part of the house. My heels clicked loudly as the sounds of my latex dress called for all of their attention as I walked. I could feel their stares from behind me as they watched me walk. I swayed my hips, excited to make the view as attractive as possible.

As we entered the living room, Kailey approached from the kitchen with a drink in her hand. She looked like an absolute sex goddess, and all the men noticed. “Hey boys!” Kailey spoke slowly and seductively, but you could hear the true excitement in her voice. “I’m so glad all of you could come to my party! Can my little slut maid get any of you something to drink?” 

I smiled sweetly and replied with a “yes sir” or “of course sir” as each one told me what they would want. I left trying to be as seductive as I could. I knew that’s what Kailey wanted, and somehow so did I. As I made each one a drink, I admired how small, feminine, and girly my hands are. My French tip manicure only exaggerated this even more and I realized how pathetic as I man I would be, my body was made to be a girls. I put the drinks on a large silver plater and was careful not to spill them, as I expertly and seductively left to hand them out. 

As I reentered the living room I could hardly see Kailey, she had been surrounded by the guys, but I could hear her laughing and flirting with all of them. They each seemed glad to have me bring them their drinks, grabbing or smacking my ass as they took it from me. My latex dress echoed loudly as they did so. They were all incredibly flirtatious and obviously already very horny. It was contagious and I couldn’t help but flirt back as each thanked me for their drink. I replied with “of course sir” or “happy to please you daddy.” And “it’s my job to serve you sir” in as sexy of a way as I could.

As I passed out the last of the drinks, I was getting a vide that this was it. These twelve men were all that were coming to our party. I announced if I could get anyone anything else, water, or anything to eat. Most were fine with the booze but some wanted some food. As I walked past Kailey to head to the kitchen again, I whispered, “Can I talk to you!?” I was so confused as to what was going on. Kailey said “Make yourself comfortable guys, I’ll be right back.” She gave a little wink and then followed me into the kitchen. 

“What sissy!? Why are you asking me away from our guests as soon as they have their drinks?!” She seemed genuinely upset about this. She clearly was enjoying all of the male attention. “I’m sorry Kailey” I said meekly. “I’m just a little confused. Is this it? Are these guys the only ones coming? What kind of party is this?”

She could tell I was very confused. I was starting to assume what kind of party it was, I was defiantly getting nervous. She thought for a second and then sighed. “It’s a good thing you're so cute and sexy girl. Yes Rose, these big, strong, dominant, horny, sexy men are all that’s coming. Well, they WILL be cumming, and so will I. And if you relax and enjoy yourself, who knows, maybe being their sex doll, cock slave, cum slut, will  finally make you cum too!” She said in a sexy, but sweet way. She was truly excited and horny about this. “Now pour yourself a strong drink and come join us, have fun, and do as you're told!” She said with a big smile, and hurried off to be with the men again.

I can’t believe this is literally an orgy! Or at least some kind of it. I’m not sure exactly what it’s called when twelve guys fuck two girls, but it sounds super sexy!! As I worked I listened to the little sounds of my slutty latex maid dress maid and thought about what a cock slut I had become. I was actually getting excited by the thought of being used by so many men at once! And afterwards, I’d finally be free from this cage and could actually jerk off for the first time in forever! Now, whenever I get horny, I have to fuck my little pussy with a dildo just to try and get relief. I’m so fucking horny!! I hope I finally get to cum tonight!

I walked out again with the platter of some food and gave it to the guys. They were all getting a lot more grabby with the drinks setting in. One walked up behind me, grabbing my hips and pulling my ass against his huge massive dick. I couldn’t believe it, it must have been at least thirteen inches long!! A let out a small gasp in shock at how big it felt against my ass. 

I looked over and noticed Kailey was already kissing one guy, rubbing him and the guy next to her over their pants. I thought for a short moment about how my life had gotten here. Here I am, technically a boy, but except for my small locked up micro dick, I look exactly like a girl. I sound like a girl, move like a girl, dress like a girl, act like a girl, and I’m discovering I even think like a girl. 

I can’t believe Trent started all of this, or that I even let him! And now, thanks to this chastity, Kailey is keeping me like this. But as I stood there, looking like a slutty maid in a porno, grinding my latex covered ass over some guys huge dick, preparing to just be used as a sex slave for upward of twelve men, I found myself getting extremely aroused. I was truly getting excited to suck their cocks, get my ass pounded, and become covered in their cum, even though I may not even cum myself.

My little dick leaked in its cage from this realization and I wondered how I would feel after Kailey finally released me from it. Would I still let myself even continue to live as a girl? Could I even recover from the effects of the hormones I have been taking? I have boobs and wide hips, creating a perfect, feminine, hourglass figure after all! I know my boobs aren’t the biggest, quite small compared to most girls, but I defiantly can’t go around topless any more. 

My train of thought was cut short and I was brought back to reality when the guy behind me started to kiss my neck, and then another man walked up in front of me, and started to kiss me. I kissed him back, passionately. As this happened, I wiggled my hips as best I could to grind my plump round girly ass on the man's cock behind me. Suddenly, I felt my hands being taken control of from both sides of me. They were guided onto two separate, extremely massive cocks. Without a moment of hesitation, I started gently, sweetly rubbing both dicks. 

As I did this, surrounded by taller, stronger, superior alpha men, I felt so small, weak, vulnerable, and helpless, and I fucking loved it! I was getting so horny! As this went on for a while, the guy behind me pulled down his pants, so his big dick could feel the latex of my dress. The guy in front of me stepped back a little, guiding my head as he pulled his pants down, bending me at the waist. His dick was also one of the biggest I had ever seen! Without a thought, almost eager with excitement, I opened my mouth for him to use as he pleased! 

Immediately, he shoved the head of his cock right in my mouth, and it could hardly fit! While his dick wasn’t the longest I’ve sucked, it was the thickest cock I’d ever seen! I did my absolute best I could, sucking this thick dick, rubbing the other two, and grinding on the one behind me.

After some time, the men moved me over to the couch. During this brief time, I saw that Kailey had already lost her lingerie, lying on her back with her still wearing her sexy boots. Some guy was holding them over his shoulders as he railed her pussy. A man's massive cock was in both her hands as another one was stuffed in her mouth.

Just then, I was bent over the back of the couch, one guy got in front of me, shoving his thick cock back into my mouth, pushing it down my throat. I choked and gagged. I felt a huge lubed cock force its way into my ass. It was so big, and I wasn’t quite ready for it. The pain shot through me, causing me to jump a little, but I was pinned against the couch, unable to move. I couldn’t scream, or even speak, with the other dick down my throat. I let out what must have sounded to them like a moan. I reached back with my hands, trying to push the large man back, and reduce his immediate deep pounding of my ass.

But my hands were captured as soon as they went back, and once again secured around two hard throbbing cocks. Despite the pain, and that I couldn’t breathe, from the two cocks stuffed in my holes, I started to jerk those dicks as best I could. As if the pleaser of these strong alpha cock were more important than my own pleaser, comfort, or even air. I also had no choice. These men wanted to use me. I was to weak, small, and helpless to stop them. 

I did the best I could to please all four of these superior cocks with my body. I was given short breaks to breathe before having my throat fucked again. Constantly on the edge of blacking out. I never resisted, or asked him to stop. Every chance I got to breathe, I used to thank him for using me. 

The reality of what was happening, and the inability to have cum in so long, had made me so horny. The sounds of my dress and ass slapping against this alpha man as he continuously and relentlessly pounded my tight little asshole. My gagging on a thick fat cock, only stopping to thank him for being treated like a slut. The incredibly strong taste of precum. The grunting and groaning from all the men, and the sound of Kailey orgasming in the background. It was too much to handle.

Then, only ten or so minutes into this, I felt my caged clitty tingle as the huge cock in my ass rubbed just the right spot over and over. I gagged on the cock in my throat. He pulled my head off him for a second to let me breathe. “Thank you daddy!” I let out, the girly sound of my voice so obvious compared to these real men. “That’s right you little slut! Show me how much you love being used by cock!” The man yelled back at me as he shoved his dick down my throat again. This pushed me over the edge and an orgasm erupted in my mind. My micro dick oosed cum, dripping onto the floor. I loved being this slave to cock!! 

“This little sissy bitch is already cumming!” One guy yelled and that pushed my man fucking my throat over the edge. Cum flooding my mouth so rapidly I couldn’t swallow! It shot out the sides of my mouth, running down my chin. This just made my orgasm even harder. I guess that caused the guy in my ass to start to cum too and he could hardly get his dick out as his hot cum shot into my ass, back, and in my hair. 

My mind was swimming with euphoria from my intense orgasm. I hardly noticed the switch out of cocks using my holes and hands. It was a while before my ecstasy had gone down some. The reality of me being a complete pathetic sissy faggot cum covered cock slave dressed in a latex maid outfit still getting used by massive superior alpha dick only caused me to become completely aroused again! 

They used me for some time, each man in a different position, each cumming huge loads! They moved back and forth from using Kailey and myself. They eventually moved me from the back of the couch to lay on my back on the large ottoman.

Cum dripping all over the tile floor as I was dragged from one spot to the next. As I was forced down, the large amount of cum that had remained accumulated on my back squished out from the latex maid outfit. With my legs held up in the air by one of the guys fucking my ass, another one hung my head upside down off the side, having unlimited access to use my throat for his cocks pleaser as well as pinning my arms up by my head.

His cock teased a little funny. I realized he must had just finished fucking Kailey! Oh my god, is that what pussy tastes like!? I couldn’t tell if I liked it as it’s faint flavor was soon replaced by the large amount of delicious precum his long thick cock made as it used me like a sex toy. As this big man pinned me down and fucked my throat, and another big man held my legs and fucked my sore ass hole relentlessly, I was completely unable to move. My eyes had been closed, and I opened them when I heard Kailey's voice. 

“Hey slut! God you look so fucking hot like that! I can hardly walk! Most of the men are finished, but a few more want to keep using you, so I thought they could help me with my special gift to you!” She was also covered in cum, still naked except her sexy boots, and in her hand was a small box. I could hardly breathe, let alone speak from the massive dick in my mouth. 

The man using me would never take it all the way out for me to breathe. It was a very effective cock gag! “You look busy, and like you’d much rather be doing what youre doing then open a silly little present. So I’ll open it for you!” She said with an aroused, almost evil look.

As she slowly removed the pretty light pink wrapping paper, and opened the box, she produced a small key. OH MY GOD, ITS FINALY HAPPENING! IM GOING TO BE FREE!!! All I could do was moan in excitement as I was used to please the two cocks. 

“I know you’ve had that little cage on for a while now. And I know it’s gotten in the way of certain outfits you can wear sometimes. It’s very small, but sometimes it does create a small bump, so some really tight skirts or dresses have been a challenge for you to wear! You always have to find some way to hide it and it seems like a real challenge sometimes when you are trying to look super sexy, so, I got you this!” She spoke with such excitement and enthusiasm in her voice, but I was so confused by why she was saying any of this.

She produced another small box from outside of my limited field of view. Opening it she produced a somehow even smaller looking chastity. It was flat, and looked like half the diameter of my current one. I would struggle to even fit my thumb through that opening, let alone my incredible tiny, and constantly shrinking, baby cock and balls! 

I desperately tried to yell “NO” but with this huge cock stretching my throat, it sounded more like an excited moan than a cry for help. “Aw I’m so glad you're excited!! It was so hard to find something so small and I had to get it specialty made! It’s what lots of trans models use if they don’t get surgery! They say it’s so small it can disappear comfortably in a bikini even! And eventually it will completely ruin the chance for your pathetic cock to every get hard again! If it already hasn't, that is. It will become forever this small, it will probably be the size of a girl with a large clit!” She was truely excited about this and it seem genuine that she thought I would like this too. I don’t know why anyone thinks I would like any of this!!

She got up and walked around to the side of the ottoman, outside of my view. I couldn’t see what was going on! It’s the first time since I got this cage put on me, that it will be unlocked! Not only will I not be able to touch myself, I won’t even be able to see myself!! Instead, I have to be a sissy faggot sex doll for these two real men! Unable to move, unable to protest, unable to resist. All I could do was please cock as my fate was sealed even deeper into this girly life.

It was even hard to focus on what was happening to my cage while I was being used by these two men. I could hardly breathe and I was moving so much from the spit roast pounding I was receiving. I could hardly hear the lock click open, Kailey's hands were delicate and genital. If I hadn’t cum so hard earlier I wondered if I would have gotten hard from Kailey touching me there.

I could feel her long nails against my stomach as she sprayed the two half’s of the cage. I heard her laugh. “Oh my god sissy! You're so small! You're hardly even a nub! Compared to the real cocks fucking you, I think Trent was right about you! You are just a girly little faggot sissy! This is definitely what you deserve! I’m so glad I can help finally take care of this very "little" issue of yours! Don’t worry slut, I’ll continue to be your biggest supporter! I promise I’ll never let you out of this cage!” 

She spoke as she worked on replacing my cage. As soon as it was off, the guy fucking my ass came hard inside me. As he pulled out, he shot cum all over my chest, stomach, and on my micro dick. The first thing I felt since I was stuffed into that cage was the hot cum of a real man! This made Kailey laugh more. “That whole cum load was bigger than your useless little cock! I bet it felt nice for you to have a real man grace it with such a gift!” The man went right back to fucking my ass again! “I guess he’s not done with you yet sissy! Don’t worry, I’ll lock that alpha cum with you. It’ll be good lube to make you fit!” It hurt to have her stuff myself into such a small cage! The cum load oozing around was all I could feel as Kailey used great caution not to actually touch my genitals. 

I moaned in pain as she stuffed me in. She could tell that one was pain. “Don’t worry, they say it’ll stop hurting after a week or so! But I don’t want to hear any complaints about your new gift!” She didn’t seem too sympathetic. As soon as she locked the new one on me, the guy fucking my throat came so much in my mouth. His cum overflowing and ruining down into my nose and covering my eyes. I could feel the guy fucking my ass cumming again too, both pulling out and covering my whole front with cum.

I laid there desperately trying to catch my breath, feeling the cum oozing all over my body. My little dick aching in its new cage. I finally looked down to see it. There was almost nothing there. It had pushed most of what was left right up inside myself. I almost wanted to cry. But some little bit of me was excited about the new wardrobe options that this made available to me. 

I slowly sat up, cum running down my dress as I did. My little skirt covering my new cage, making it completely disappear. I got up, and me and Kailey, both of us still covered in their cum, thanked all the men for such a wonderful time! I walked them to the door and thanked them again as they left. Kailey left to her room to shower and clean up. I started cleaning all of the cum off the floor and couch before I went to clean myself up. 

I was so horny by all that had happened tonight. I enjoyed having the cum all over me. I felt like such a slut, it made me, well, happy. Should I even be upset with Kailey for locking me into an even smaller cage? I guess it will take some time for me to figure that out. 

For now, I’ll just go get cleaned up and then meet Kailey back in the living room. We are going to watch a Christmas movie together and open our presents for each other. As I put on my cute babydoll pjs I didn’t brush my teeth, not yet, I wanted to keep the taste of cum in my mouth! I have no idea what the new year will bring. But I have a feeling I'll remain a girl forever.

-Katierosedreams Og Caps

[damagedintellect]

Trafalgar Law x reader

💌 Fake it till you make it: Chapter 8  💌  

Summary:  To avoid an arranged marriage set up by Doflamingo, Law needs to bring home a girlfriend during the Christmas break and you just so happen to be a theatre major in the same dorm at One Piece University. What could possibly go wrong?  

Tropes: College AU, Fake Dating, Idiots in love

💌 Word count: 4,634 💌 <= Previous Chapter | Next Chapter =>

Law has been missing for three days. Ever since the dinner with Doflamingo it's like the surgeon disappeared without a trace. You were worried and every time you tried to call or text him it went straight to voicemail or you were left on read. No one could get a hold of him, not even Bepo, Shachi or Penguin. You had to beg Sabo to unlock his dorm only to find all of his belongings were already gone. No note no nothing, the only thing left was his key on the desk. You felt like you were still asleep and were having a nightmare but you knew that you were awake. Since the second night of him being MIA you hadn't been getting much sleep. Not even hugging lil Law was helping. You just wish you had answers. You knew something was bothering him about dinner, about Doflamingo being there but you didn’t think Law would run away without warning. You thought you guys were past this but you guess not. Maybe he thinks this is something he has to do alone. When he comes back you were going to kick his ass for making everyone worry.

At first since it was the weekend you didn’t think much of it. You knew he liked having space but on Monday the Death Club actively went out of their way to corner you for answers. Answers you didn’t have. Some girlfriend you were. Of course they gave you an earful about it too. You tried contacting the hospital and they said he was on academic leave. There were only so many reasons he could be taking a leave of absence so you started to fear the worst.

It didn't help that no one could get a hold of him but after some thought it’s more likely that Law didn’t want any of you to find him at the moment. He's not the kind of person to be making stupid career moves. At least not in his last year. Still a leave of absence was pretty serious. This had to be Doflamingo's doing, you're sure of it. On your way back to the dorm you caught a glimpse of Sanji showing Pudding around. Apparently she managed to enroll this late in the game but in the end decided not to move into the dorms. A good choice because it would have been really awkward for you given your last confrontation with her. Yet the timing of everything was peculiar. The moment she shows up, Law disappears. You couldn’t help but feel jealous of Pudding as she hung out with Sanji the past few days. Which almost didn't make a lick of sense to you. Key word being almost maybe Sanji’s incessant flirting finally worked. They seem like they’ve gotten really close. Come to think of it this was probably how Pudding felt seeing you with Law. Maybe she's just lonely and wants a friend.

Your phone rang snapping you out of your thoughts. You were about to open the door to the dorms when you saw the caller ID. It was Corazon. Part of you was almost relieved but the other hand you had a bad feeling about this. At least maybe you could get some answers. You walked into the lounge area as you picked up the phone. It seemed everyone was huddled around the TV. You stood in the back corner to not disturb anyone.

"Hello?" You answered, Corazon had never called you before so it felt a little strange to talk to him especially in light of recent events. He did say you could call him if you needed anything, maybe you should have got in touch with him sooner.

"(Y/N)! Thank God I got a hold of you. I have been trying to get in touch with Law for hours. I don’t know what's gotten into him but I swear I'll get to the bottom of it I promise you. My bastard of a brother is behind it. I know it, Law wouldn’t do this willingly." Bepo noticed you first and he started tapping the others on the shoulder to let them know you had returned. The gesture made you quirk an eyebrow with how panicked and worried he was seeing you. You wondered what they were watching that had them all so captivated. You stepped closer to get a better view. "Wait Corazon what did Law do? Is he okay? He went missing three days ago and no one has heard from him since."

Corazon sounded like he was knocked sideways "You don't know?!" As he was about to explain what happened as you saw it in real time on the TV causing everyone to stare back at you. A picture of Trafalgar Law and a picture of Charlotte Pudding filled the screen with bells and a white banner framing the photos together.

"Law announced his engagement to Pudding."

You couldn’t stand anymore as the announcement flashed across the screen for the union of the Donquixote and Charlotte family heirs. The two major corporations are using this opportunity to boost business which was pretty controversial given the year but hey money is power. You slowly slumped to your knees. Out of everything that you imagined could be the reason for Law’s disappearance this wasn’t it. You stayed there wide eyed completely stunned by the news not having the strength to hold yourself up anymore.

"Law…is….engaged?"

This is what Pudding was talking about that night. This is what she had you agree to. She knew ahead of time that she would be engaged to Law, knowing that you were his girlfriend and she forced you to say yes. You saw Luffy start to make a fuss and everyone was rushing to see if you were okay since you were on the floor but it was all white noise to you.

You weren’t really there, how could you pay attention to them after receiving the news? All your focus was on Corazon as he explained that it was unusual for Law to come back to Dressrosa out of the blue but he didn't think the surgeon would leave without saying anything. He could tell something was wrong with him because of how devoid of emotion Law was. Law was blunt and spoke very direct most of the time but this was different. Corazon said there was no light in his eyes; it was like he was just going through the motions. Corazon had only found out this morning, it was the big headliner when he read the paper. Even he didn't know about the engagement until today. "I promise I'll fix this. Doflamingo's not the only one with power. I'll contact you again when I have more information."

"Thank you Corazon."

"Oh and one more thing. Law loves you. I'd bet my life on it but when this is all over don't let him off the hook so easily." With that he ended the call and the flood gates started to open. The tears streamed down your face, you were at a loss for words. It wasn’t that you were crying because it was gut wrenchingly painful, you were just overwhelmed. This is what you were trying to prevent in the first place and it sounds like you failed miserably. It wouldn't have been so bad if you didn't have feelings for him and visa versa. Moreover you were pissed off at Pudding. She knew the entire time. That’s why her behavior at the banquet rubbed you the wrong way.

After rationalizing the situation for a bit to get your bearings back you were able to relay the little information you received. That’s when Sanji welcomed Pudding into the common room like he had the past two days. Pudding gave you a grim wide smile, the same one Doflamingo wears so proudly and it all clicks into place. You couldn’t make this up, you genuinely think you are aware of what's going on. This is some cruel prank on you but what of Law’s involvement. It was the only piece missing as you rack your brain around this sick joke. The world spun around flashbacks from the past few weeks were overflowing through your mind as you were trying to connect more dots and before you knew it everything went dark.

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Corazon was livid; he thought he raised Law better than this. He knew his brother was a terrible influence but he couldn’t part from him; he just didn’t have it in him to do so. He tried phoning Law one more time before he decided enough was enough he was going to find him and force him to clarify exactly what the fuck is going on and when he’s done with Law he was going to beat the shit out of Doflamingo. Oh yeah Corazon was pissed. Once again just like the times before the call went straight to voicemail. That’s it the blonde has had enough. He was about to go looking for Law when he heard the door open. Corazon didn’t even push in his chair as he furiously marched toward whoever walked in. With any luck it would be his brother so he could deck him in the face.

To his surprise when he rounded the corner he was met with Law’s almost broken stare. Law tried to briskly walk past him but the taller man gripped his shoulder. “And where do you think you’re going? I have been calling you for hours!” Law only shrugged in response. Corazon shoved the newspaper in his face. “What about (Y/N)? She said you disappeared without saying anything. I thought she was your girlfriend. What happened?”

Corazon looked fierce. Law had never seen the blonde this angry before. Not even that time that he attempted to kill him could compare to the expression he was making now. He must have really liked (Y/N). “It's all been a lie." Law said flat out. "I only paid her to be my girlfriend. Sorry to disappoint you.” It was technically the truth after all but after everything Corazon wasn't buying it.

“That’s bullshit and you know it, I know it, hell even Doffy knows it. We've all seen the way you look at her." Corazon grit his teeth knowing there was a good chance he might not get a straight answer. "What did he do!"

Law has half a mind to walk away without saying anything. He was an adult and he could fight his own battles but the way Corazon was scolding him made him feel like a kid again. The lack of sleep was also not helping and here Law thought he had more resolve. "I didn't have a choice!" Part of Law wanted to know what exactly Corazon would do and before he could stop himself he started absentmindedly divulging information. "He had Vergo run a background check on (Y/N). Her mom's admitted at our hospital and-"

"HE WHAT!" Corazon knew Doffy was not afraid to get his hands dirty for something he wanted but honestly this is weirdly a new low but also not that surprising. It was only strange due to Law’s involvement with (Y/N). Their family business was a complex mess as it was; he didn't need this on top of it all. Corazon's face became solemn "Stay put. I need to have a word with my brother."

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You woke up on the couch an hour later. Chopper said you were fine and that you fainted because you were shocked about the news. Pudding was nowhere to be found having gone home for the day after you collapsed. If anyone asked her about the situation no one told you anything about it but you felt like they were holding out on you. You were still in disbelief about the whole thing and all you could do now was wait for Corazon to get back to you with whatever information he could scrap up. You remained on the couch waiting for the call. You lost track of time as you were staring at your phone. Although you started to notice you were never left alone and that someone was always with you on the couch and when they had to leave they would get someone else to take their place. It appeared that everyone was worried about you and were taking shifts to watch over you. Probably to make sure you didn’t pass out again or to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid. At the moment you were with Luffy, Sabo and Ace. Luffy and Ace were playing a game on the other sofa and Sabo was watching some news story about a rebellion when there was a breaking news story that overtook the channel's priority.

You felt light headed as you continued to watch the footage being displayed on the TV. You felt your stomach drop seeing Corazon’s picture flash across the screen. He'd been shot and was in critical condition. “No…” you spoke barely above a whisper before trailing off. This couldn’t be happening. He must have learned too much and Doflamingo saw him as a threat. You grit your teeth, this was all your fault there had to be something you could do. As they showed another shot of the outside of the hospital you abruptly stood up to quickly write the name down hastily gathering your things. You need to go to Dressrosa, now. You didn't care if you had to travel by bus or on foot you were going and that's final.

Everyone picked up on what was going through your head as they all gave a subtle nod to each other. Luffy stood in front of you as you prepared to leave. “You’re going to kick Mingo’s ass and get Torao back right? I’m coming with you!” Luffy was cracking his knuckles but Ace and Sabo put a hand on his shoulder “Oh no you don’t. Are you forgetting you can’t drive?” Sabo flashed his keys but Ace rolled his eyes “Aren’t you forgetting that your classes have mandatory attendance?" Sabo frowned but Ace continued the roast "Besides, it's a 5-6 hour drive to Dressrosa and you drive like a grandma. My bike could probably make it there within 2 or 3.” Luffy grumbled since he wanted to help too “But your bike can only fit two people, what am I supposed to do!”

Ace flicked his forehead “Stay put like a good little brother, it’s not your fight yet. Let’s go (Y/N)” you nodded as you followed Ace out. “Thank you for this, I owe you one.” Ace smile "Consider it a truce. Everyone in our dorm is like family to me and no one messes with my family and gets away with it. I'm sure you would have done the same.”

Normally people would sit behind the motorcyclist but you insisted on sitting in front of him. You were short enough to and you were terrified of him falling asleep. At least this way, in the event of it happening, you'd be able to steer and avoid crashing. At this point Ace falling asleep was the least of your worries as the man drove like a maniac. He wasn't kidding when he said he could make it there in half the time. You're glad you were sitting in front of him because otherwise you would have been gripping on to him for dear life and he would have had to pry you off of him. When you got off the bike your legs were still shaky until you got to the front desk and asked what room Corazon was in.

"Floor 3 room 305 but you'll need to fill out this form first" She handed you a clipboard and a pen "Currently only family members are allowed for visitation hours but regardless you'll have to fill out the form." You walked away to fill out the form glaring at the “relation to patient” section. You sighed “Ace, I think we came all this way for nothing.” When you turned around Ace had collapsed on the floor and the nurse that was watching the counter rushed to his aid. Which meant no one was watching the entrance. This was your chance! You’ll have to thank Ace’s narcolepsy later as you moved as quickly as you could without drawing attention to yourself. Once you were out of the line of sight you sprinted down the empty hall to the elevator.

Once you got to the third floor it wasn’t very hard to find the room since it was near the front of the floor. You peered into the room through the small window. The coast was clear. You ducked into the room. Corazon had a room all to himself and he looked stable for now. The vase near the bed was empty which hopefully meant that Law hadn’t come here yet. Although you guess you could have also asked the nurse if he'd already visited or you could have stayed in the lobby and waited for him to show up. You sat in the chair provided for visitors listening to Corazon’s steady heart rate while sending Ace a text explaining where you ran off too when he collapsed. You didn’t really think this plan through you felt bad making him wait up especially since there was no guarantee that Law would even show up but you had a hunch that he would. You know how much he loves Corazon and if you were feeling guilty then he was probably dying inside.

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Law was pacing in his room. Corazon told him to stay put but he didn’t exactly tell him for how long. He threw himself on his bed. Why did he have to get so many people involved? The situation was aggravating because it all came back around to Law making every wrong decision. He couldn’t change the past but he could plan his next move but he needed to know what Corazon planned to do or did. It had been a few hours now and Law was starting to get worried. Doflamingo wouldn’t, right? The more he thought about it the more the blood drained from his face. He broke out into a cold sweat as he frantically turned his phone back on. He’s had it off for the past few days wanting everyone to leave him alone. Once it finally started up every notification came through causing his phone to vibrate uncontrollably until the alerts finally caught up with the present. He tried calling but after ringing a few times it went to voicemail. Then he tried his best to sift through all the missed calls and text messages but looking at the time stamp there were no new messages from Corazon.

That's when he noticed a strange notification that seemed to be from one of the news apps he had. He could have sworn he disabled all alerts from said application but this one somehow went through. His curiosity and boredom got the better of him and opened it. He nearly dropped his phone. This was all his fault. He grit his teeth, he'd never forgive Doflamingo for this.

It didn't take Law that long to rush to the hospital and he had no trouble with finding the room. What he didn't expect was to see (Y/N) fast asleep holding Corazon's hand. It made Law tense. He didn't think he'd have to confront her so soon. It's the reason he left for Dressrosa to begin with. Everything would be easier if she hated him and never wanted to see him again. Grabbing the chart he looked Corazon over he suffered severe blood loss. Although the shot itself wasn't fatal and the surgery went well the blonde slipped into a coma. There was no predicting when he'd wake up.

He knelt down to grab his other hand "I'm so sorry Cora-san." He gave it a light squeeze before standing back up. He glanced back at (Y/N) this would be goodbye. He brushed the hair out of her face and captured her lips one last time before pulling his hat down walking away like the coward he was.

You didn’t expect to fall asleep but you hadn’t been getting much sleep with everything going on the hum of the machines were relaxing. You stirred as he was about to open the door. "Mmm Law?" You were still not fully registering your surroundings but you jolted upright when you recognized his silhouette. "Law! Where have you been, everyone's worried sick."

Law hesitated for a moment staring at the handle. He knew seeing you would be a bad idea. Law had to force himself to keep going ignoring all of your advances. It pained him to do so, especially as you sounded more and more frazzled by the lack of response. He knew he was breaking your heart and he couldn't bear to see you rush to the elevator as the doors shut.

You on the other hand were not going to let him get away. You did not survive Ace's reckless driving just to come back empty handed. You were getting your answers damnit even if you fell down the stairs in the process. You sprinted down holding the rail for dear life as you missed a step or too. You were panting heavily by the time you made it down to the lobby. In the distance Law had just made it past the doors. With any luck Ace would be there to stop him.

—

"Yo Trafalgar, you caused quite the uproar at the dorms. Why'd ya leave?"

Law stopped but didn't turn around "This doesn't concern you Fire Fist-ya." Ace casually walked in front of him "Actually it does, ya see (Y/N)'s like a sister to me and I can't be letting scum like you break her heart twice." Law grit his teeth as he pushed past him and started to leave again. Law was counting his blessings that it was only Ace who had come. If Luffy had managed to do damage control and made it to Dressrosa, who knows what kind of chaos would have broken loose to drag the surgeon back.

"Law, wait!" You huffed out a breath. You had finally caught up to him "Just tell me why, what did Doflamingo do?" Your outburst fell on deaf ears as the surgeon kept walking. You were still panting trying to catch your breath. No matter how rational you were, you couldn't help but feel betrayed. It hurt knowing he didn't even try to acknowledge your existence but spoke to Ace. Even if Ace didn't get a straight answer either it hurt knowing Law didn’t even have the decency to look at you. All he had to do was say it was over, that it was all a game and that it meant nothing but instead there's still this false hope in the back of your mind. You would have rather had an ugly break up, something definitive that you can move on from.

Ace pulled you into a hug. You didn't realize you were crying until he started shushing you, petting your hair. It only made you feel worse. Everyone was willing to drop what they were doing to take care of you. You felt useless and numb but you also had this weird sense of deja vu and part of you knew that if you could get Law to talk you could figure out how to fix whatever mess this was. Or maybe that was blind optimism and you didn’t know when to quit.  You couldn't remember your time on the road during the drive back. It felt like you were teleported back to the dorms. The moment you walked in the conversation fell to a hush as you aimlessly went to your room. You needed to be alone while you sort out your thoughts because half of them contradicted the others and it was starting to unravel you from the seams.

Luffy watched you leave before he gave Ace a look but his brother just shook his head as he joined the rest of the crew on the couches "Not good at all, he refused to talk. I tried to corner him but he got away. Any luck here?"

Bepo spoke nervously "Law contacted us about the wedding. It's in two weeks so we don't have a lot of time." He paused gesturing to Penguin and Shachi "he asked us to be groomsmen, we're going to have a suit fitting in a few days and he even gave us Doflamingo's card information to plan a bachelor party." Penguin pulled out his phone "He also said, and I quote, "use as much of that bastard's money as possible" which was an interesting touch." Everyone took in the information and nodded. Sabo and Robin exchanged glances "If Doflamingo's paying he's probably going to keep tabs on who's going and there'll be no way to get them to talk but lucky for us we both know the owner of Newkama Land." Newkama Land was a popular strip club known for its inclusivity and burlesque styles of performances. It was a strip club so it wouldn't be suspicious to host a bachelor party there. Sabo crossed his arms he knew Ivankov would be delighted to help out but the surgeon was a wildcard. "Since (Y/N)'s a dancer, we could probably set something up to where Law can't run away and I'm sure Bon Clay would be willing to help her with a routine but that’s only if she wants to do it.”

“Don’t you think they’re past the point of talking it out if he refuses to talk to her already?” Usopp questioned but Ace shook his head “Nah you should have seen him. If (Y/N) does perform at Newkama Land I doubt he’d be able to hold back.”

Sabo sighed “We still don’t know what kind of strings Doflamingo’s pulled to cause this either. I can’t see Law being an easy person to blackmail seeing as how private he is. Without information there’s only so much help we can provide from the sidelines so what else do we got?”

Nami spoke up this time "Sanji’s still working on Pudding. If anything he knows the Vinesmokes will be invited to the wedding but it won't be enough for all of us to go. Worst case it'll just be Sanji and Luffy but best case is me, Robin and Zoro on top of that." Luffy cocked his head to the side "I thought Sanji had 4 siblings?"

"Oh he does but Yonji’s a little shit. He would never agree to help us so we’ll just go in a man down unless anyone else has other ideas to sneak in or something."

Everyone was surprised when Sanji said he’d talk to his family about it. Especially with his track record with them but apparently they owe him a favor. Whether they manage to pull through was another story. As the debrief was wrapping up Luffy stood up to stretch.

"If all else fails I'm going to kick Mingo’s ass and bring Torao back."

You were sitting on the floor in your room with your back pressed against the door. You had stopped crying a while ago because you overheard the rest of your dorm mates planning to bring Law back. It made you feel better about the whole endeavor. It still hurts but knowing that your friends believe in you and Law means a lot and they're right, you know Law wouldn’t be doing this without a reason. At least that's what you keep telling yourself only time will tell.

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[dzpenumbra]

3/23/23

Palindrome day, cool! For Americans, at least. I have to remind myself that not everyone uses the same measures and languages. Something we all should remember, I guess.

I started the day with a yoga practice that was way above my level. Like... my legs were actually giving out. My quads are just... I guess they're just not as strong as they used to be. Same with my abs. It's weird. I mean, I'm hardly active, I know... but... I have been skating... and doing yoga every day for.. almost 3 entire months straight now.

It's not going out into the woods and hiking around barefoot every day, combing the rivers for cool stones, moving big rocks to make sculptures and shit. That shit gets you in shape real quick. But I don't know, I feel like I should be in better shape than I am. Maybe it's just part of getting older, I dunno.

So yeah, yoga kicked my ass. But it was good, in the end. I haven't been meditating. I don't know why. Today, it was because I was really hungry, and I just wanted to get food. But when I was in the kitchen, I did dishes and everything, so I definitely had the time. I guess I just... naturally avoid it.

It's not like I wrestle with thoughts as much as I used to. Thank god, that shit was rough. It's still a thing, just... I don't care as much, I can turn the volume down and let the thoughts flow without getting attached a lot of the time. Not all the time, but a lot of the time. Honestly, I think the problem is my posture. The problem is my sitting position is really uncomfortable. And it hasn't really been improving. And that's really upsetting me. It's been months. I must be missing something, or just undoing all the good I do in the morning by sitting at the computer or being hunched over at the drafting table all day.

I can't get my knees down, I can't find the right place to hold my weight, I feel like my coccyx just tilts under my body and arches my back when it should be straight, my abs get grumpy that they have to activate at all, and my neck just can't seem to process what a straight line from my pelvis to my heart to my head even looks like. I, of course, am trying to sort this all out with... no mirror, just visualization. But it feels like I'm just bent and contorted in all kinds of hunched over shapes. And it's very hard to find a place to sit still for 10-15 minutes where I'm not constantly correcting my body position. It's tedious. It's hard to focus on solely my breathing when... oops, a knee is raised... okay, now relax the hips, don't need to grip... ok, now your neck is craning, straighten that... okay, relax the face... oooo tension in the hands, relax that a bit... Hardly letting go of thoughts, just focusing on how depressingly out of shape I am. Even without judgment, it's still stressful, it's work!

So yeah... skipped that. Maybe if I get brave enough to go to an in-person yoga class, they'll help me correct that. I mean, that's like... kinda their job. But I think I'm going to wait for the gastric distress to let up before I go there... think that might be a smart idea...

I cut my hair (very overdue), showered and trimmed my beard pretty nicely. I actually watched a video on how to do it, I have never looked it up before, and the instructions from the guy who I was watching were... basically what I already do, which was validating. There were just small alterations, like only bringing the clippers straight down rather than against the grain or following the jawline. I'm thinking of growing it out again, I'm already past an inch, so I might as well... I'll see how it goes.

The bulk of the day again went to working on the hoodie. And it looks fucking sick. It's really starting to take shape. The eternal race-against-time battle of working with acrylics as they progressively dry out and turn into fucking rubber has been... oddly nostalgic. Acrylic was my primary medium in college. So... this isn't foreign, it's just a bit annoying. And it's really on me for just using the paint out of the jar rather than using my palette. But... it's getting really close to finished. The only work left is... the black outlining, the shading, then figuring out with to do with the thin outermost ring, which I might actually embellish, while I'm at it. It might be done tomorrow, might be the day after, not sure.

I've also developed a bit of a process for the new desire path mapping project, which is working well so far. I have 15 runs down already, 10 tracked. It helps a lot using a shorter route. And the routes still have a nice amount of detail to them. The desire path mod does take a bit longer to erode the dirt than I was hoping... Like... a lot. So I have no clue how many of these runs I'm going to have to take before I start seeing some erosion in the wild.

I was considering streaming while I did this, just to share the process, you know? And to tag it as Art rather than Minecraft to keep the children out, so I just... don't have to deal with it. I'm sorry, I just... it's nothing against kids in general, it's just... teens, honestly. I'm not using minecraft in this context to play minecraft, I'm not even really playing with most of the mods I have on, I'm using it as a tool. So... Art feels much more accurate. And if there's some 16 year old looking for Art on Twitch who stumbles across Minecraft... they'll probably be a bit more open-minded than a 16 year old looking for Minecraft on Twitch... and stumbling across this weird art project instead. Just trying to cultivate a vibe, being in the right category can help with that. But... I didn't stream... because I didn't want to depend on chat for entertainment outside of listening to music and walking through the woods. I wanted to listen to someone else's stream or youtube instead. I run into this problem a lot. So... that's just how it went. Tough shit to the zero people who would've been interested in this anyway. Maybe next time!

Honestly, I have no idea what I'm even going to do with the end product. This piece is very much making itself, and I'm just... letting it happen. And the end result is actually looking pretty damn cool, I really like the designs. Here's the progress so far:

I have no idea where I could do this... but I'd be interested in doing it IRL as well someday. With GPS tracking, I had a hiking app that did that, it just mapped where you hiked. It's an exciting prospect, but I would need to find the right area, and I don't know how that would go, or how safe it really is to do a project like that without someone... knowing where I am.

The idea, for anyone coming into this late, is to basically capture the process of... exploring, getting lost, learning, and gaining orientation. It's a visual demonstration of what it looks like from a birds eye view as one gets lost and wanders between two points. Tracking their entire path, step by step and rendering it on a map as a line, like a GPS route. They travel from point A to point B with only general directions of how to get there. Over time, landmarks are recognized, routines are built, the wandering gets less and less. And, in turn, a path starts to form, as the ground becomes well traveled. I'm calling it a desire path project, even though the focus isn't so much about desire paths as it is... just paths in general. But whatever. It's working well in minecraft, but I'd love to try it in real life sometime. But again, the stakes for willingly getting lost in the woods when you have no friends or family and no one knows or cares where you are are... quite high. So... Maybe I'll put it off for a bit, pop that on the back burner.

So yeah, that was about it. My ex kept popping into my head today, I really don't know why. Maybe something reminded me of her. And not in a good way, like... reminders of the secrets she kept from me, that I naively looked past. That kinda shit. And I had a big emotional overwhelm moment with remembering Maxine today. Which hit me really hard and had me sitting on the floor in the bathroom crying. Grief sucks. My girls really were my world, they were my family. I miss them so much, it's crazy how different my life is now without them.

Yeah, not an insanely exciting day, not a ton went on, I guess in a way I can be grateful for that. Very productive though. I'm really excited for how this hoodie is coming along, I'll share the final state of the back piece when it's ready in a few days.

[taleof2hearts]

How Could He?!!!

I have been struggling for weeks to understand how He could have told her about me! I’m not exactly sure what He said, but it has obviously bothered her. He probably doesn’t even know that He’s done this and she just keeps festering in it.

i once accused Hîm of making these women crazy. I think He must. Why tell her about me at all? Her best trait was not knowing anything about me or all the crazy shit that went on in His past. So why?

I once asked Him when I first found out that He was dating the crazy red head in SL to not tell her about me… He did! She went crazy! Crazy R was terrifying. And yet, His dumb ass does it again and exposes me to another crazy woman.

Everything that I’ve seen about this one says that she is perfect for Him. Way more perfect that I could ever be. 1) Asian… He has always loved that. He has always wanted a girlfriend that was not white… I couldn’t do that. 2) Born in another country and spoke at least two languages. I check that box. Crazy R could barely spell her name so bilingual/born in another country doesn’t apply to her. 3) Educated well… Masters Degree from Columbia… way trumps mine. 4) I hope a MS from Columbia can support herself… although Crazy R Couldn’t. I can. I have put two boys through private school and will get them through college. Financially on paper I kick ass.. I can’t imagine Bo is doing that badly though. 5) Bo is hot. Definitely hotter than any of the other ones…. The jury is still out on me. My personal trainer will get me back to fighting weight. But, she is definitely hotter than the other two. 6) She seems to love techno music… like loves it. Is it because it has no words? I got used to it, and I would have gone out and supported His friends, but I love Classic Rock… let’s be honest. So… in those 6 categories, even compared to me, she scores an A+++!!!! She might actually, probably be better for Him than me. Maybe.

So what the fuck?!!!!! Why even tell her something about me that would bring her to my door?!!! She is at my door!!! I have left the two of them alone. It is Bullshit that I might have another of His crazy bitches fucking up my world!

This woman is in love with Him, how could she not be…. What did He tell her about me?

He’ll say that I’m being crazy or acting paranoid or irrational. Just like He was saying just a week before Crazy R assaulted Him and He finally saw just how dangerous she was. He’ll say that this one is normal… but He attracts bat shit crazy women. He seems to really like being with bat shit crazy women. I am afraid that this one is crazy.

You know that she loves Him. Of course she does. Everyone falls in love with Him. Which, is even more reason to be terrified of her. Did He think I was kidding when I talked about the effect that He had in women? He selfishly needs to unburden His soul, and then He makes these women crazy.

This time He unnecessarily told her about me. We haven’t been together in 1.5 years. And a big deal that was evidently 1.5 years ago…. He fucked the hooker around that same time, so how important to Him could I really be?!!!!

He risks me, with God knows what level of crazy woman…. WHY?!!!

I didn’t leave my house for three days after Crazy R stalked me and threatened me at that restaurant…. Is this one psycho?!!!! I’m not sure that I could handle another episode like that one.

What could He have told her? How He ghosted me? How I was planning forever with Him and He ditched me? I bet Hé left those parts out!!!

I Hope He recognizes this crazy and calms her the fuck down. I promised Him that id give Him the space He needs for His new relationship… He better have not gotten this crazy bitch on my ass. He better recognize the crazy and keep her away from me.