#i have class tomorrow and i have to pretend like i can be normal ever again

[eyes-of-nine]

got the real boy ending yesterday, love this weird freak sm, would never want to be in his vicinity<33

[nyuoqi]

            — SO I MARRIED MY ANTI-FAN     ౨ৎ     SES

OO5.    s-class buffet

✸ SYNOPSIS !  : congratulations! you have been invited to korea's #1 romance reality show 'We Got Married' where you will be living with your co-star like a married couple. but what will you do when you find out that your husband is actually your anti-fan?

(830 wc, not proofread)

"PLEASE DON'T GET NERVOUS, you'll sweat all over and I would have to redo your whole makeup look! " your makeup artist for today warns as she lightly daps a moist sponge on your face to blend your foundation in.

the clear plastic chair beneath you is making your bottom cramp painfully from how long you have been sitting on it— guessing that it has been an hour since you've started yet all your makeup artist has done yet so far is setting your foundation in.

"i know what you're thinking and yes, this much amount of time is required to create the most flawless base you will ever see. can't have you looking botched on your special day, can you? " she continues to dab a moist sponge on your face, blending in your contour this time.

you bet the makeup look your regular makeup artist tends to make for you looks way better than this and it surely does take a shorter time— heck, it's not even a real wedding!

yet why is it that you let a fake wedding make you sweat all over enough to make your palms all sweaty and sticky. you're not even someone who sweats that much normally!

all these complains however remain locked into your heart because you out of all people know better that if words ever get out, your manager will kill you then herself after.

you yawn, your mouth gaped apart freely. "don't move. " your makeup artist warn.

oh so now you can't even yawn because you lack sleep?

your lack of sleep may or may not be your fault. but to be fair, who can sleep soundly knowing that by tomorrow, they will be wed to a guy they've never properly met before? 

not you, at least.

with that being said, your eyes slowly drops as they struggle to keep themselves open after you stifled another yawn. you can see the makeup artist giving you the stank eye but you couldn't care less, especially not when your eyes drops again and struggle to pick itself back up.

next thing you know, your makeup has been done to perfection as the previous makeup artist behind you is now replaced by two hairstylist who are currently brushing through your hair to make them smooth.

"oh you're finally awake! wedding preparations must've been very tiring considering the fact that you were fast asleep when we got in place. " one of the hairstylist greets you with a huge smile, her hair is short and blonde whereas the other has a medium length brown hair. 

you laugh, making up a reply to not make it sound obvious that your sleepiness is caused none other than your thoughts antagonising your future husband in your head throughout the night, leaving you no time to take a good rest.

your hand reaches for your phone. the screen showing that it has been approximately 3 hours since you fell asleep.

i'm such a mess, you thought.

the huge white door in front of you remain unmoved as you fidget around with the end of your white dress. you are about to pick on your nails and hair when you catch your manager glaring at you from behind the curtains, automatically making you opt to holding your bouquet properly instead.

your whole body is on fire as your nerves can't seem to calm down. with the fast rate your heart is beating at, you might as well just drop dead as a result of it pumping more blood than it is able to handle.

however before you have the chance to pretend to drop dead in front of your manager and a 'bridesmaids' (you genuinely have no idea who they are), the door in front of you opens, revealing your figure towards the guests attending your wedding.

the venue of the wedding this time surely is different from the previous seasons. instead of a very fake themed wedding ceremony, the production team decided to make the wedding ceremony this time appear as realistic as possible.

which means that the guests are sitting on the side, below the altar on round tables. your all white theme matches your white dress which you rented from an actual wedding dress rental place. same thing goes for your white heels who will be walking on the altar covered with yet another white coloured carpet.

at the end of the altar, you can see the guy you've been dreading to meet since the day you heard that you will be getting fake married for six months.

despite your nerves practically telling you to play dead on the ground right here and there, you managed to calm yourself down as you begin walking and making your way to meet your soon-to-be husband for the upcoming six months.

"hi. " you smile when you finally reach him.

"hello. " EUNSEOK greets back with a warm smile hanging on his face. your heart melts, he's definitely the perfect groom.

or is he?

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for pretending to be sick in order to skip school even though I'm making my parents worried?

(I'm submitting this on a Monday. fuck Mondays btw.)

I (15M) am the only child of both of my parents (42F, 44M) and even though I love them and they love me, I feel like they don't really get me. since I was like 12 or so I started getting bullied by my classmates bc, essentially, I have "childish" interests (I like Adventure Time and video-games. my classmates need to realize we're technically still kids, but nooo they're not teenagers they're "Young Adults" and "Too Cool" to like anything remotely childish) and whenever I've tried to tell my parents that I'm experiencing bullying, they somehow end up thinking that I just don't want to go to school bc I'm lazy. I know being a parent is probably not easy but. what the fuck.

from my own experience I've noticed male and female bullies use different methods - guys hit me and use brute force against me while girls say hurtful things to me. one of the guys who bullies me, let's call him DH which stands for Dickhead (15M), is also extremely popular for some reason. he's very tall, very strong and he always uses that against me (I'm almost as tall as DH but I'm just lanky). he bullies anyone who is "beneath him" lol everybody bow down to the king of the fucking world.

today DH was making a scene at recess bc his girlfriend (15F) was wearing a skirt that was too short according to him. he was so mad at her that people were starting to form a circle around them. since DH is so popular people really respect his gf but they clearly respect him more bc today no one tried to help her. I don't respect DH, because he's a dickhead, so I stepped in and said something like "c'mon man what the hell, there's no need to humiliate your girlfriend like this, leave her alone". DH was pissed. he heatedly said that just because no girl will ever want to date me, that doesn't give me the right to tell other guys how to handle their relationships and their girlfriends. he got rlly mad and clearly he wanted to hit me so I ran like hell and proceeded to hide from him for the rest of recess. I felt like a little bitch tbh. DH always makes me feel like a little bitch.

before classes started again his gf found me and talked to me for like 5 minutes. she said I don't know DH like she does and that he's actually a really good boyfriend (HA, sure) and that I would be more liked and popular if I wanted to be, but it's "not normal" that I watch Adventure Time at 15. she also told me that DH intends to beat the shit out of me tomorrow. he said he'll "kill me" and ngl he has the physical strength to do so. this made me shit my fucking pants so today as soon as I got home I decided to pretend I was sick since I can be pretty good at acting. I told my parents I had a headache, I started fake-coughing, I said I felt really tired. I even managed to look pale on purpose by thinking of how fucking scared I was of DH and what he might do to me, and I raised the temperature of the thermometer by rubbing it against the fabric of my sweatshirt.

apparently I was so convincing that my parents agreed to let me skip class tomorrow and they even said I can skip it for the rest of the week if I don't improve (tbh I think I won't "improve" if you know what I mean) and I could see they were worried. this is the reason why I feel like an asshole. at the end of the day I'm making my parents worried, I'm lying about my health and I feel kinda guilty. but I'm too scared, and if I tell them the truth they'll just tell me to "man up" or they'll think once again that I'm just too lazy to want to attend school.

anyway. Adventure Time rocks 🤘🏻

[culxiaa-fn]

[To the place I cannot reach you]

First years Trio thought on Ramshackle prefect returning to her home world.

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(GN! Reader)

Note: I want to write for all first years, but I don't have any idea for Jack,Epel and Sebek... Maybe i will do part 2 if anything comes to my head. For now please enjoy Ace,Deuce and Grim' parts.

Ace Trappola

When the idea of Kantokusei returns home, at first Ace is... Indifferent. I mean that's the whole point isn't it??? To search a way for this mysterious individual to return to where they belong?

But as the thought lingered in his head it makes Ace a bit unsettled. For Kantokusei to return means Ace will lose one of his safe places.

The more Ace thinks about the possibility the future without this person at least sending him grim's weird sleeping position at least once a day the more it makes Ace annoyed and restless.

Ace is many things, but he is absolutely not selfless, in fact he will gladly be called selfish if that means he can avoid Riddle's wrath or extra duty.

But Ace will never say or voice his desire for Kantokusei to stay on Twisted Wonderland. Because Ace, for some reason managed to forge a strange kind of bond with this particular individual.

Ace also is there when Kantokusei rants the woe of their hearts. Another ridiculous request from Crowley, that one student that keeps bothering them, how magic class is hard without being able to use magic.

About how they miss their home.

It's not unusual for him or other members of their tiny little friend group to be found in the Ramshackle dorm in the morning. That's why Ace saw it.

The bloodshot eyes, the runny nose, the hoarse voice, Ace is not dumb he just dense and decides to not care. But for this person that always pretends that everything is okay. Ace will go along with it.

Ace is selfish, he is stupidly and annoyingly honest, if he doesn't like it, just voice it out loud, that's exactly why he ended up fighting with his dormleader to begin with.

But this time only he will shut his mouth.

This time only he will not declare what is in his heart

After all, he doesn't want to make this inevitable parting more painful than it already is.

"come on, just cry it all out. It's just both of us here."

"huh??? I'm not telling anyone, can't you at least trust me a little??”

"idiot, how long have you been bottling this in?? I will help you pull a prank on Crowley tomorrow if that helps you feel better"

Deuce Spade

When someone asks Deuce since when did him and the prefect become friends, Deuce himself doesn't know.

Is it when the chandelier fell?

Is it when Crowley threatens to dispel them?

Is it when four of them work together to defeat the phantom in the mine?

Or is it on the egg accident ?

Deuce himself doesn't know, but he does know that for some reason they are all suddenly so closed.

But Deuce is aware that the presence of this person has become so normal that the thought of them suddenly parting somewhere that he can't follow makes him suddenly feel lonely.

Deuce is conflicted, on one hand, he wants to help Kantokusei to find a way home. On the other hand, he wants them to stay, somewhere he can reach somewhere he can see them.

Deuce and Ace are somehow well connected. Many of their friends have told him that they are sharing their braincell, so that's why when Ace is giving that look, he knows, he will never ever allow himself to voice this feeling out loud.

Deuce knows if he said it, it will make Kantokusei start to hesitate.

Deuce doesn't want this person that is always confident in their choice, to charge immediately if they think that course of action is right to start hesitating on their choice.

So he will keep this feeling inside, as a return for helping him avoid getting expelled, as a return for helping him free from Azul's contract, as a return for helping him studying.

After all this is what an honour student should do right?

"Kantokusei, I may not be strong and smart in magic like our seniors, but please remember this, i will help you to find your way to return home"

GRIM

NO

Absolutely NO!

If his henchman is not here then who will serve the great Grim???

If his henchman is not here then who will love Grim?

If his henchman is not here then who will keep him warm??

If his henchman goes home does that mean he too has to return to those cold and lonely lives?

Grim doesn't remember much of his life before he met us, the few things he remembers is it's cold, lonely and hungry.

And to be honest he doesn't want to remember it too, after all why would he want to when he is comfortable right now? Who wants to remember sad stuff anyway.

So if they return to their home does that mean he has to return to that life?? Does that mean he will be alone again ?

But Grim is weirdly in sync with Kantokusei's feelings. He knows how anxious they get when Crowley dismisses them when they ask about an update. How restless they become every time Crowley said he didn't find anything yet.

Of course Grim knew how sometimes they cry when it's too much. They sleep on the same bed after all.

Grim felt when they tightened their hugs, how they try to silence their cry, Grim can hear it, he has amazing ears after all.

He will become the most powerful mage so his henchman doesn't want to leave.

Grim: "Kobun i know you can't stay still, so if you want to take a walk just wake me up! You are not allowed to leave on your own!"

[name]: Eh?? Where did this come from??

Grim: JUST LISTEN TO ME! This is an order from your boss!! You are gonna get in trouble if I leave you alone!

[name]: ehhhh~~ but you are the one who always causes trouble.

[little-worm-grant]

Steven's pov: Oh Sausages

692 words / Masterlist.

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Summary: Some lighthearted scatterbrained memories from the mind of Steven Grant and his formative years. Lunchtime edition.

Previously: Steven's pov: Happy Simple Normal Life (Not a necessary read)

Tags: Childhood Memories, Comfort, Fluff, Developing Friendship

The room was abuzz with the noise of conversations going on all around him. Steven didn’t focus on any, or anyone really. Too upset to be paying attention. Even if his favorite pastime was eavesdropping and pretending to be part of a conversation. Today he just wasn’t feeling it.

Staring down at his lunch tray brought back that queasy feeling. In front of him sat eight of the greasiest sausages he’d ever seen and a hamburger beside it. A handful of ketchup packets seemingly sprinkled around like they’d been tossed into the mix. He couldn’t remember picking out any of this stuff, and if he had he’d clearly been on one too many cold medications as of late.

Another boy sat beside him. His words startled him out of his own head. “Sup?”

Steven glanced up at him, unsure why he’d been picked. He didn’t have it in him to ask. “Think they’d let me change my dinner?”

“What’s wrong with your sausages?”

“I don’t really like eating meat.”

“Since when? Every day I’ve seen you pick up as many sausages as they’d let you. I’ve started to think you’re turning into one.”

“I’m not!” He bit back. Realizing he couldn’t remember the last time he’d sat in the lunch hall and did this. Maybe he did eat sausages? His shoulders slumped. “I saw a video about what they do to the pigs. I don’t think I wanna eat meat anymore.”

“Oh.” His companion said. “Well here. Let’s switch. I never have enough for those burgers.”

The other tray was pushed his way. A fruit cup and some veggie sticks looked more tempting than his own tray. Steven didn’t go for anything immediately. Hands under the table pushed his thumbs together a little harder.

“Why are you being so nice?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean like. You don’t know me. But you’re giving me your food.”

“We see each other most lunches? I know you used to like sausages and you socked Tom for messing with me that one time. Good enough for me.”

The boy took his tray and used the plastic knife to start splitting the sausages to put on the burger. Using the packets of ketchup to add on top. Steven had to look away. Instead, he focused on the other tray. Picking up one of the baby carrots to toss in his mouth. He was starving. He pried open the sandwich to check what was in that.

“Oh, don’t eat that, it’s ham. You can pick it off though. Make a carrot sandwich or something.”

“A carrot sandwich.” Steven snorted and smiled a little more.

Lunch went down way better than he could have ever imagined. He’d never had anyone try to befriend him before. They talked about anything and nothing. He didn’t eat the sandwich but the fruit and vegetables should be enough to get him through the rest of the day.

Learned his friend had an annoying little sister and he wanted Steven to come to his house and help him with his chores. That involved eating as many raspberries as he wanted while they berry-picked, so he was definitely going to beg his parents to let him go. By the end of it, the lunch hall was looking much emptier and staff were starting to pack up. The bell rang and his friend got up to leave first.

“Good talk. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jake. Don’t miss me too much.”

“Yeah? I mean uh- yeah. Sure thing, sausage boy. Laters gators.” Steven said quickly, getting a laugh. Offering a quick wave before taking both their trays to the cleaning station.

He felt too awkward to have spent a whole lunch with the other kid to correct him now. Didn’t even know his name. It wasn’t like names were a big deal. People got his name mixed up all the time. Could have called him Bob and he’d have answered to it. He felt far lighter in his walk back to class. Excited for the rest of his day. Most of all, he couldn’t wait to go home and tell his mom and dad everything.

[junkh3ad]

I’m having Some Thoughts about Pickles i want to share with the class today.

I think Pickles is more sensitive (at least internally nowadays) than he leads on to be, mostly because he’s had to be. Years of teen homelessness/early adulthood homelessness really did a number on his psyche. He’s gotten so use to burying his emotions and using drugs/alcohol has a coping mechanism to hide how he feels that now that he’s in a safer environment and surrounded by people who care about him (despite what they might say) he doesn’t know how to show it.

I think he’s tried more than once to cut his drinking in half. He’s spent days holed up in his room, Withdrawals racking through him with the force of a pissed off god. He’s sleeping in the bathroom just because it’s easier than stumbling to the toilet every other minute. People check on him, Nathan sits with him as he sweats and shivers and begs him for just one drink/line/hit of anything to make this hell stop. And of course, Nathan doesn’t say anything. Just stares at him, stone cold and unwavering with his reply of “I’d rather rip my organs out than do that.” because Pickles asked him to deny him whatever he’d beg for.

He wouldn’t last two months, Nathan finding him locked in the recording booth guzzling down a bottle of liquor with coke smeared on his face. They don’t talk for 2 weeks each time it happens, but no one acknowledges it. Pickles hears Nathan’s voice as his subconscious, hateful words calling him weak and pathetic for not wanting it enough.

When Pickles goes to Wisconsin for thanksgiving at the request of his mother, yet again seeking her approval, he’s yet again let down and shoved down due to Seth’s mediocre life pleasing his parents more than anything Pickles could ever do. He knows he can just leave, tell them all to fuck off and suck it but he can’t bring himself to. So he goes to the bar, he gets absolutely hammered before trekking back home and getting into a huge screaming match with his parents again. He calls Charles, who already has a hotel room booked for him and a flight for the next day ready. He spends that night on the phone with the band, laid out on the luxury suite bed with a bottle of Jameson in his hand as he listened to his mates chatter and tell him about how Murderface tried to do some stupid thanksgiving day special that went terribly wrong and how shitty it was when he wasn’t there to join in on their fun.

That’s when he reminds himself he found his family, scrapped them up from different garbage cans like he did to himself after running away. Hell be home by the afternoon tomorrow and can put this whole weekend behind him. He’ll be hearing Murderfaces voice yelling down the hall as Toki and Nathan make fun of him for something stupid he’s said. He’ll be watching gory movies with Nathan by the end of the day, and they’ll be sitting a little too close to each other for it to be normal, but neither will acknowledge it. Their hands will end up intertwined— without any acknowledgement too.

The first time he and Nathan make any sort of advance on the other is hurried and awkward, there’s hands groping soft skin and bites and scratching and curses. They don’t talk about it when they wake up the next morning, Pickles face turning beat red when Toki mentions the obscenely large bite mark on his shoulder that night before a show (Nathan’s white face paint nearly melting off with embarrassment.)

Pickles is adamant it’s not there, despite the red and blue bruising that radiates from the teeth marks. He pretends he doesn’t see Nathan glaring a hole through his head after the show, watching him sweet talk a woman in her late 30s into his bed. (he doesn’t sleep with her, and she goes home an hour later.) Only then does Nathan confront him, angrily asking who he thinks he is and why the fuck he brought some woman back to his room. This causes a whole argument, and surprise surprise it ends with Pickles pinned to the wall, Nathan holding him up with one freakishly large hand. They decide, after a jealous fuck, that there’s something they need to address (Pickles likes the jealousy that radiates off Nathan when women fling themselves at him, he’s never had someone want him so badly in every way.)

i just realized how long this all is but anyways i think about pickles a lot and his relationship with Nathan and found family and all that. if you read all that thank u love u hope u enjoyed my rambling!

[boredw69]

Nurse's Office pt.2

Fluff

This is a part 2 to my previously requested fluff. It was my first post on here, and after re-reading I've thought that it would be worthy of a part 2! and possibly a 3rd with some smut *wink wink* ;)

Link to Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/boredw69/678942089244966912?source=share

(Please do not Repost copy and paste or steal my work in any way shape or form)

Warning: | emotions were shared and so were kisses 😌 that’s all.

Its been a few days since George had sprain his wrist. I've been fairly certain he had woken up and left a few hours after our encounter. My thoughts had drifted me into a deep sleep and I wasn't awaken until Madam Pomfrey opened the Office in the morning.

The next couple of days I had just been avoiding the twins as normal, except now I had different reasoning behind it; I did NOT want to continue the conversation with George. Then again, it kept nagging at me. I had replayed that night over and over in my head trying to find the courage in myself to believe what he was saying to me.

"y/n? I do believe it would be smart of you to pay. attention. in my class" Snape's slow agitated voice had scared me out of thought, but I suppose he was right.

"My apologies sir.." I mumbled and picked up my quill quickly scribbling down the note that lingered on the board.

6:08 PM

Mrs. Pomfrey and I had been cleaning the office for hours now, making sure it is sanitary and spotless for the Ministry to inspect tomorrow.

"Oh dear! Look at the time, I do believe you should be heading off to bed! You have the OWLS to prep for now don't ya?" She had spoke up lifting her duster from off the shelves.

I pulled my watch from my pocket and nodded looking up to her, "Yea.. I do need to do some more studying. Thank you" I bowed to her and snatched up my things excited to finally go up to the common room and rest.

I began my slow decent/accent to the y/h common room. As I turned the corner I bumped shoulders with the tall ginger. I huffed looking up at him; of course it had to be George. I didn’t spend long looking up into his gazing eyes before pushing past him; or until I felt his hand wrap around my upper arm yanking me back to him.

“y/n.” He turned me towards him frowning down at me.

I avoided looking at him at all costs; I was afraid that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to control my own words as they’d roll off my tounge in a fit of panic.

“Can you stop avoiding me. I mean, I’m tired of pretending nothing ever happened.” He mumbled.

I kept my mouth shut as he continued; “what are you thinking.?”

“I don’t know.” I whispered. “I want to forgive you but I just can’t; you fuck around too much, and to be honest I don’t even know if I can trust you right now.”

His eyes softened; and for a second I wanted to believe they were real, maybe they were.

He grabbed my shoulders holding me still in a nurturing way. “I’m sorry. And I promise you. I’m not fucking around when I say that.”

I looked down briefly watching as he shuffled closer to me. “George..” I sighed. “Thank you..but I just d-“

My eyes widened as he grabbed at my chin softly raising my head to look at him once again. “I-don’t know how to feel r-ight now.” I barely finished my sentence leaving my mouth agape in shock.

He looked down at my lips so briefly that I had almost missed it; and before I knew it, his lips were on mine.

Was this a way to confirming his apology to me? Because it was unfortunately working. I moved my hands to his chest and up his shoulder blades pulling him closer. He stiffened up like this wasn’t expected.

The kiss deepened for a moment but i started to feel hot and my stomach was fluttering.

Shit.. shit this is so awkward.. I thought before I pulled away gently.

His hand rested on the small of my back still keeping me close.

This feeling was insane, euphoric almost. Did I like George Wesley…? Merlin’s beard.. I liked George Weasley..

He looked down at me studying my face. As I looked up at him I noticed how relaxed and heavenly he looked. He looked at ease, happy.. a different kind of happy than the pranking people with Fred kind of happy.

Merlin.. what is he doing to me.

Finally after the moments of silence he spoke. “Y/n, I’m going to be terribly honest.. I really like you. And I’d like you to go out with me tomorrow afternoon after OWLS.”

I nodded anxiously. “Yes- of course.. I mean I’d love to!”

He stifled a smile before pulling me in for a hug. My heart melted aswell as my body as he pulled me in.

“Good luck tomorrow. Ya know, on your OWLS” he said as he pulled back turning to walk past me.

“See ya tomorrow.!” I stuttered out as he walked off.

I gulped and stared at the wall for a spell before continuing to my dorms.

[sunnyie-eve]

12 | Accepting

Series: A Zombie's Serenity 

Paring: Zed Necrodopolis x OFC Buchanan!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes, and I'm using Brenna D'Amico as how the OC's looks

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All morning before leaving for school, Bucky wouldn't shut up about winning the election against Zed. "Okay, can you shut up about it now? You won, woohoo." I snap while I eat breakfast. 

"You're just mad your monster didn't win because he zombied out." He baby talks me as he heads to he front door. 

"And he would have won if he didn't!" I shout as he leaves. 

"You know how your brother is... just ignore him." Mom tells me and something catches my eye. 

"Your hair..." I get up from my seat. 

"Oh, yeah. Someone helped me to stop hiding it." She gives me a smile. 

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I look at her hair that was just like mine, actually the exact same as mine. 

"I never felt confident or comfortable but watching you since you started showing it off started to make me think about it." She tells me so I give her a big hug. "Now get out of here and get to school." She shoves me off of her as our doorbell rang. "I'll get it. You get your bag and put your bowl in the sink." She leaves the room and I do what she said to do. "Oh, Zed." I hear her say making me do it fast. 

"You have hair just like Serenity too?" He points it out. 

"I do. I hid it my whole life until now. Serenity, taught me that I should be comfortable in something that means me." She give him a smile. 

"We better get going to school like you told me to." I kiss her cheek then take Zed's hand into mine. "

Have a good day. And Zed remember you're welcome over whenever you feel like it. If Bucky says thing, I'll just send him to his room." She makes him laugh and say okay as we leave.

"You didn't tell me she had hair like you." Zed looks down at me. 

"I didn't know. Like she said, she hid it her whole life." I laugh as we walk. 

"Have you talked to Addison?" He brings her up. 

"Nope. Do you think I was too harsh yesterday?" I stop walking to ask him. 

"I personally don't think it matters if you were or weren't because you were letting your feelings out you seem to have bottled up. Just remember you are special to some people. Especially to me." He kisses the top of my head. 

"Let's just get to school." I laugh and we walk to school hand in hand.

"Attention, everyone. This is you new president, Bucky reminding you that the Prawn is tomorrow night." Bucky says over the PA. 

"As you know, with the anti-monster laws still in place, this is a human only event." Principal Lee adds. 

"Why exactly are the laws still in place? Aunt Missy put them back because everyone was scared of the werewolves attacking... then they come to school and do other things but they never got rid of them." I complain as we get to school. 

"You have a point. Are you going?" He asks me. 

"I already told you no. I don't care about dances. Plus I'd rather spend the night with you at home." I squeeze his hand with a smile.

The day went by fast and anytime Addison and I were near each other you could feel the tension. We tried our best to ignore each other and we did a good job till we had to pair up together. The teacher wasn't exactly happy that we didn't discuss the topic we were on in class. Our conversation had about less than five sentences. 

As soon as the bell rang we split apart not wanting to be near each other. I get a text from my mom telling me to tell Zed that he's invited to dinner tonight. He slightly startles me when he pops up next to me at my locker, "My mom said your invited to dinner tonight." I tell him and his eyes widen. 

"Wait, really?" He asks so I show him the text. "What am I going to wear? How much crap is Bucky going to talk? Is your dad okay with this?" He starts to rant. 

"Zed, wear what you normally wear. You don't have to impress anyone. My parents like you. Just be yourself and they'll like you even more. So no pretending to be someone you're not." I poke his chest.

When I get home I tell my mom Zed said he'll come over later when it's closer to dinner time. "That's great. I even went down to Zombietown earlier to get some food just for him so he'll feel at home." She smiles as I take a seat at the island. 

"You scare me lately. You know that." I laugh at her. 

"How so?" She starts to work on dinner. 

"You went from hating zombies strongly to making a special meal for one you invited over for dinner." I say causing her to turn around. 

"And I was wrong because they aren't as bad as I thought. Plus Zed is such a sweet handsome boy. Not to mention he stole my daughter's heart." She gives me a sweet smile. 

"You sure it's wasn't his quick wit and charming smile?" I laugh. 

"His smile is charming... I understand why you feel for him as soon as you saw him."

"Actually when I first met him I didn't see him because it was dark in the zombie safe room. Then the lights came on and Addison punched him in the face." I let her know. 

"Speaking of Addison... I heard you two were at it yesterday? What happened?" She asks with her back towards me. 

"Long story short she was trying to become a werewolf. Zed stole her necklace that would turn her into if she was one. She got mad at me because I knew he took it and I wasn't going to tell her. I told her it wasn't my place and that I told Zed, he knows what he has to do. Then I snapped telling her she's obsessed with her hair wanting it to mean something special. Unlike me who doesn't care and know it has no special meaning. She can't live with the thought that it has no special meaning. She constantly whines about not feeling like she belong, not having her own little pack, when she have so many people who care and love her for who she is." I explain in a mono tone making her turn to face me.

"Her response was I can't see myself or understand myself yet I say I'm nothing special or important but I'm okay with that. Then she adds she knows why because of the constant reminder in my head telling me, grandma said she's more special. I hate the fact that I don't know why she said that. So I have no choice but to see myself as nothing and pretend I'm okay with that." I roll my eyes. 

"Grandma Angie told you Addison was more special?" She tilts her head. 

"Yep, and it's been burned into my brain." I nod my head. 

"Growing up she told me Missy was more special than me. She told me when you were born she was disappointed that we both got brown hair with our white. Said we won't have the spark... whatever that meant." She walks over to stand next to me and touch my hair.

"Then does our hair actually mean something? Then what?" I ask confused watching her face. 

"Said I didn't need to worry about it." She forces a smile and I could tell she was keeping something but I let it go. 

As she goes back to making dinner I head upstairs to my room. As I was working on some things for class, Bucky comes into my room with a big smile across his face. "What?" I whine. 

"I thought I'd be nice and keep one of each for you." He pulls out a poster, and a bangers of the, Zed for prez, he made to make him look like a monster. "I know you like your monster so I saved it for you." He puts them on my bed. I decided to keep that Zed was coming over for dinner so he would be surprised. "Now I have to work on president things." He chuckles leaving my room.

I have no clue where he thinks I can put this big banner because it was long than the length of the wall. I fold it up and put in in a box and put the standing banner in a corner of my room. I go over to bag and pull out the crumbled poster to look off the wall yesterday. I smooth is out the best I could then put it up on my wall. I did hate when he tries to make himself look normal but I mean he was running to make change.

[blankwashed]

Sleepless Shadows (Part 8) (Part 1)

Huddled together with Satoru, you found yourself unable to sleep throughout the night. In fact, he spent the entire night teasing and needling you about how you always pretended not to like him. He was right, but you didn't feel it was normal or acceptable to have feelings for a mentor .

"I'm glad we cleared that up," Satoru said, looking down and exhaling heavily. "But we shouldn't let anyone know about this, about our relationship. I love you, and you know that, but if Principal Yaga finds out, I might lose my job. In Jujutsu University, favoritism is frowned upon, and they might assume you're getting good grades because of me, despite you being an exceptional student," he explained, clasping your hands in his and speaking softly.

"Ah, I understand… It's okay, sensei. I'm fine with seeing you out of school; it's not a problem for me. Anyway, my dorm has been getting crowded recently due to the students from the intake this year. It's so noisy, and I'm not able to study in peace. I'm afraid it might affect my grades," you replied to his statement. A brilliant idea popped into Satoru's mind – you could stay with him!

He lifted you from your sitting position and said, "Y/N, you can stay with me!" He nuzzled his face into your shoulder and continued, "If you think about it, it's a win-win situation. I can drive you to class when we have classes together, and I have a chauffeur who can fetch you on the other days. What do you think about that?" He looked at you affectionately, awaiting your response.

"How did my life suddenly start looking so great?" You happily agreed with his suggestion. However, you weren’t exactly thrilled about having to hide the relationship from friends, fearing the news might reach the higher-ups and jeopardize Satoru's career. You didn't want to be a burden to your new boyfriend. The night breeze blew, and you shivered; Satoru noticed and wrapped his clothes around you. You were still naked from just now.

"I think we should get dressed, Y/N. I'd love to look at your body more, but we really should get some sleep to function tomorrow," Satoru said in his 'teacher' voice, causing you to smirk."Okay sir, don't ‘pretend’ to touch me tonight either okay?"

Satoru knew he was dating one of the most straightforward females he had ever met. You watched him get dressed before you laid back on the bed, feeling blessed to have a chance to be with him.

PART 2 HERE

[pbandjesse]

I just got done my last ceramics class. And it was really nice. I am glad I took it. I probably won't take that particular class again but I'm excited to know that I can take classes there. They have other things as well. It's so close to work that it is very convenient. And I was able to bring home a couple of my pieces. I'm going to go back tomorrow and possibly next week to finish up a few that didn't come out of the kilm yet. But it was a good day. And I am excited to go home and get in bed.

Work is a little funny right now because really there's nothing to do. All of us are kind of just pretending to work. So it makes it a little hard to go to work. To wake up. So I let myself sleep in and extra hour. And woke up at 8:00. I did wake up at 7:15 at like normal with my alarm and gave James a hug and let them know. And when I woke up at 8:00 I fell a lot better. Got up and I got dressed. I wore my overalls today which I always love. And then I left to go to work.

When I got to camp it was Frosty and cold. I had to clean up a few things in the car and try to make it a little neater. There's a little pile of stuff that needs to come upstairs but not a big deal. And then I went in the office and had my breakfast. I had stopped at 7-Eleven on the way in to get a donut and that was really nice to have. And then I was just kind of working on some stuff for the house idea. I don't know why I say idea but you know what. Harold had emailed me that while the house that we liked was off the market the seller was still willing to hear our offer. So now we've decided that we're going to see two more in the same neighborhood tomorrow if those don't move us we're going to make an offer on the one we saw on Sunday. So we had some work to do. Getting paperwork in order and signatures and things so there was a lot of back and forth with that today. But I think we got mostly everything that we need at this point. So that's really cool.

Sarah would come in and soon Elizabeth would as well. Alexi and Heather both were in today too but Heather would go home because she still did not feel good. And alexie would leave early as well. Pretty much as soon as they left Elizabeth announced that because the adults were gone we were not even going to pretend to work anymore.

But we still kind of did. There were phone calls and answering machine messages and I was working on some writing but it was very loose. I took a couple walks over to the lodge. Just kind of waste a little time and wander around. I'm still trying to make friends with the stray cats. I also walked over to the Hogan and picked up a little trash on the way from the field trip yesterday. Eventually I made it back to the office and we were all talking about insurance and how it works because Sarah is new to having her own insurance. And I learned that neither of them have ever been to a gynecologist and that is unacceptable! Thankfully they're making appointments. But then I texted Jess and I was like that's crazy and she was like imagine being healthy couldn't be me.

Me and my dad were going back and forth trying to figure something out and I felt like he wasn't understanding my text so I called him and we talked for half an hour. I sat outside on the porch because I don't like having other people here my conversations. And it was nice going over everything with him. I have very much discovered that my parents are not great adhering my jokes through text. They always take me way too seriously. And then I feel like I upset them and I don't want to upset them. I'm just spoken fun with them. It was just nice talking and feeling like for the most part my dad understands where I'm coming from and believes I'm making the right calls. And that's all I really want. I'm making a very big decision, a very adult decision, and trying very hard for it to be the right one.

I worked on a lot of knitting today. And did a lot of fussing on the computer. I made a list of things we would need to buy for a house and some pricing. I also played with floor plans again and did a little searching on Zillow for comparable things in the area. It is a weird time of the year to be buying a house so I think it's also a weird time of year to be selling a house. Which is probably why some of them have been on the market for many weeks. But it was a nice afternoon even if it was dragging.

Me and Elizabeth were clowning on Sarah for no reason just because we were being silly and Elizabeth was leaving early because she had to go to her mom's and we all decided that we were all going to go to Hunt valley for Chipotle for dinner but at different times and then I was like well Sarah we have our last ceramics class tonight why don't we go together. And then I was like I want to go to Goodwill and Sarah was like I would like to also go to Goodwill. So it was decided that we would drive to Hunt valley and she would get in my car and we would go over to the Goodwill and then come back and eat And then we would go to our class.

So after she finished filling out this survey thing from the camp accreditation people we both left and met up at Hunt valley. We drove over to Goodwill and talked about music and silly things and it was nice. And when we got to Goodwill she told me she hasn't been with thrift store since last Christmas which is crazy today. But we had a nice time and we were both kind of doing our thing in the store walking around and looking at stuff. I found two Christmas presents which I was very excited about and she found a Ravens jersey for a guy that just traded to a different team but it was fine we all had a good laugh about it. And because I have Goodwill rewards both of my things were free! I didn't even know that was an option! Amazing.

When we drove back to Hunt valley Sarah decided that she wanted Panera instead of Chipotle so we split up again and said we would meet back at our class. So I went to Chipotle and it was completely empty which was nice and I had one of the best bowls I've had in a long time. And because I got free Goodwill it was like that was free too. It was like it was half price. A deal. And I packed up some of it in their little containers to have for tomorrow.

I went to the class and the GPS took me the back roads way again which I hate. But it was fine. I got there safely and no deer jumped in front of me. And when I got there someone who isn't in our class was in their glazing which was only awkward because they made it awkward. At one point they got a little snippy with me because I was at the sink waiting for the water to warm up and they were just like well I only have it till your class starts. And I'm just like okay well you may use the water first I'm just waiting forward to get warm and you just need to win a sponge. Very bizarre interaction.

The class was fun though. Call me wasn't there because she had a family thing today so it was just the five of us. And Lindsay had gotten stuck in traffic for an hour a minute so she got there justice our class was supposed to start. And it was a good time. Everyone was just finishing stuff but it was a little frustrating that the kiln was still going and so it was not ready for us for quite a few of our pieces. So we all did what we could and I was excited that a few of my pieces that I glazed lasted were done. I am so thrilled with my little bear pots. And when you take the bear part off the top they just look like a little ashtrays and it's very funny to me. And they were definitely the best thing that I made in class and I'm very happy with them feels very good. I might even cast them off of a mold and do some plaster versions but we'll see.

I did a lot of finishing work and glazing and was just feeling really nice about everything I made and I hope it all comes out really good. And Lindsay said that we can come back tomorrow to see if the kiln stuff is ready for dips and we can finish stuff if we want to whenever there's open time.

Wheels had some really nice conversations. I talked about our real estate journey and buying a house and all the paperwork that's involved. And we talked about camp and just kind of the weird interest cases of that. We also talked about holiday parties and all of the funny things that can happen at those. And it was just really nice. Everyone in this class was just really wonderful and I'm really glad that I meant that. It was a good time.

And now I'm on my way home. It is very cold out here. When I left Sandy came right behind me and she said that she was shocked how cold it was and I agreed. But I'm also just glad that it's cold because it's winter and it's supposed to be. But alsoever I'm cold. Thankfully I have been pretty good about my layers and which jacket I'm wearing. Doing my best to take care of my body.

When I get home tonight my plan is to wash my hair and then just kind of get cozy. Tomorrow we have a meeting and I'm hoping to work on some sewing stuff and then the entry good houses before we make a decision. And at some point me and Sarah will go and hopefully finish glazing a few pieces. It will just have to see I just hope it is a nice day.

I hope that you all sleep well tonight. And take care of each other. I hope that if any of you have this mysterious 10 week cold that people are getting that you are feeling better you take care of your body too. Good night everybody.

[bifuriouswaterbender]

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“You look fine to me, man,” Steve said with a shrug. The hair was the biggest issue now. A little frizz didn’t kill anyone, but it hung so shapeless on his head. Surely Steve could solve that, make it as inviting to run hands through as any of the popular kids.

“I need it,” Eddie repeated.

“Fine,” Steve said, thinking quickly. He had plans with Robin tomorrow, but since swim was done and basketball hadn’t started, Steve was in that rare window where his after school time was largely open. “Do you want to swing by later or something? Oh, I know!” He was thinking fast, but it just might work. “You could bring some tapes.”

“Tapes?” Eddie stared at him unblinking. Man, that was kind of weird, but not the kind Steve could fix. He’d have to focus on the dramatic part of Eddie’s reputation and spin it as intense.

“Yeah,” Steve said like it was the most normal suggestion ever. “I listen to rock. There’s probably some metal in there. I want to hear what you listen to, figure out what of it I know. You can grab your jacket then.”

With any luck, he’d forget it, but Steve needed to at least pretend he planned to give it back.

“Um, sure,” Eddie said slowly.

Steve grinned, but the bell cut them off. “Shit, we’re late. I’ll be home. Stop by whenever.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, not moving as Steve sped off toward class. Clearly he didn’t care if he ended up with detention.

Steve did. He wasn’t spending any more time in this building than he could help.

[mattzerella-sticks]

my special day (ao3)

Dean never liked his birthdays. For a day that was supposed to be about him, it never was. Until one person decides to do exactly that.

           I never liked my birthday. Worse, I didn’t have a good reason not to.

           Sure, January wasn’t the best month out of the twelve. But that never bothered me. Nothing traumatic had ever happened to me on my birthday that made it different from any other; my life was a Frankenstein of bad days that somehow wouldn’t quit. Nobody ever forgot my birthday, either.

           On the contrary, everyone seemed to remember it. Which was why I hated my birthday. For no reason other than I was born, every eye would turn towards me, and the intensity of their focus made me wither like some flower left defenseless against the harsh, unyielding sun. Birthdays took on a life of their own. They became less about you, and more about the people around you.

           Dad would try and do something for my birthday if he was in town. When he wasn’t, it’d always be the day after he came back. He’d pick some odd activity he scraped enough money together for and take me and Sam, because it couldn’t just be me, and then we’d pile into Baby and drive off while every five seconds he’d try to catch my eyes in the rearview to make sure I was enjoying myself. Dad wanted to see me smile. He needed to know he had done a good job, that he was able to cram good parenting into one day. Dad wanted me to have good memories on my birthday. Which was the problem, really. It was only a single day. How was I supposed to smile knowing tomorrow I’ll probably wake up to a scribbled note and a wad of cash, hamstrung by loose rubber bands, on the nightstand? I was a hostage to his whims, and the ransom was recognition that he could pretend to be normal when the situation demanded it. Sometimes I wanted to cry, to throw a tantrum, to go blue in the face from holding my breath so long I faded into the darkness and didn’t wake up until the twenty-fifth.

           I wasn’t that brave. I always managed to force any type of smile onto my face, whenever he looked my way. It was easier that way. Besides, he was the least of my worries. There were the kids in school, who couldn’t understand why I never handed out swag bags of candy wrapped in see-through cellophane and tied with the kind of ribbon you have to curl using scissors, and invitations to a party at the most popular cash vacuum in town for every kid in class, because you had to invite everyone otherwise the teacher took you aside and asked ‘did you forget to give Dean his card?’ Then, as we get older, the assumptions changed. Word gets out about your birthday and people ask if your parents are going away, can you host a party, do you want me to host it I think my parents are visiting family out of town that weekend, are you getting a car, you look old enough can you buy booze, can you get a fake ID – always asking what you could do for them, for permission to celebrate themselves in the guise of doing it for you. We keep getting older, and I learned to adapt. I tried to steal as much for myself during my birthdays while the people went about their selfish whims. I’d casually mention it was my birthday at bars and the drinks start coming to me. People were less angry when you take their paycheck on an unlikely hand when you say you’ve had birthday luck on your side. They promised that the sex would always be special, despite dressing me down in bathrooms or truck beds or behind dumpsters like I’ve had many times before. That helped me survive my birthday in my twenties, but it was unsustainable. Duct tape over a bullet hole.

           I had a crazy idea that maybe, if I stopped going out, I’d be able to kill my birthday once and for all. It could’ve worked, but there was always Sam. He meant well. Cupcakes. Diners. Roadside attractions. Things he researched between cases he thought that I’d like that I had to pretend to because he was exactly like dad even though he’d never admit it. I would have liked them more, for real, had we done them any other day. On my birthday, I just went through the motions.

           But it’s not like Sam knew about my feelings towards my birthday. Nobody knew. I didn’t need to deal with everyone’s concern, their judgments about why I would hate my birthday and who was to blame. Any declaration I made against my birthday would be seen as a challenge and make the ordeal ten times worse than it already was and already had been. I swallowed my truth with a too-big bite of pie and some Southern Comfort and played the part of the beaming birthday boy with practiced ease. Until Cas.

           I didn’t mean to tell him. I should be used to it by now, staring at him, thinking of what I wanted to say and then saying nothing of the sort. I had to mess up at some point.

           He asked me if I was excited about my birthday coming up. Birthdays are exciting for you, aren’t they? Cas hadn’t meant me. That ‘you’ was a wide net cast across the planet. Maybe I was disarmed because of how he asked it, with a flash of teeth which had become a more common sight these days and the crinkle around his eyes that made me forget the power thrumming beneath the surface of his body. Perhaps I’d been on edge the past few days as I counted down to my birthday, the date riding up on me like a tight pair of shorts. Or, most likely, I was tired. I hadn’t withdrawn to my bedroom yet, lingering in the kitchen nursing a lone bottle of El Sol, all that was left since I put off running to the market. I fought sleep, knowing that the longer I denied unconsciousness the farther my birthday would stay. Cas found me with my knuckles denting my cheek and my eyes fluttering every few seconds. I needed rest. Cas was as good as that, maybe more. Which was why I set my head down and rumbled out, Maybe for other people. Not for me. Of course I had to explain myself after that. Fucker skewed his head to the side and asked me what I meant. I’d already started. Might as well finish digging my grave. Cas stayed silent once I hit the necessary six feet, undoubtedly taking this new information and comparing it with all the other generalities he’d learned over the millennia. When he did speak, it was to ask me a question I’d never heard in my life. What do you want for your birthday?

           What did I want? I hadn’t thought of it, let myself the luxury of considering my own wants. Especially on such a day. I watched Cas tease the seam of his mouth with his tongue, and suddenly I could picture exactly what I wanted. That wasn’t what I ended up telling Cas. I want it to not be my birthday, I said. I want to wake up like nobody had been born, especially me. I want tomorrow to be like any other day, where I can just do my own thing, by myself. Again, Cas considered my words. He dedicated more time to it than I did, the El Sol in my hands nothing more than an empty glass by now, making the fog that flooded my mind denser. The brand was weak, but given my state it was like drinking whiskey straight. I was half asleep when Cas responded. He startled me. Go to sleep. I didn’t fight him.

           Not a second passed between when I closed my eyes and opened them in the morning. I glanced at my bedside clock. It was too damn early, but I was up. I couldn’t linger there and tempt Sam to make me breakfast in bed. Instead I dragged myself out of my covers and went about getting ready for the day. It was like pushing a boulder up a hill. I got it to the top of that damned hill in the end.

           Except, as I entered the kitchen, I noticed it was empty. I went to the library. Nothing. The main room. No one. After checking a few more rooms, I made a beeline to Sam’s and knocked on the door. Formalities. I barged in without waiting for a response. Everything from his bed to his closet to even his personal toilet looked sterile.

           I raced out of his room and towards the exit, keys burning a hole in my fist. My phone was out, thumb rapidly dialing Sam’s number, when Cas met me halfway on the stairs with bags in his hands. He wouldn’t budge. Cas, Sam’s missing. Cas frowned. He’s not missing, I sent him away. You sent him away? Why? So he wouldn’t celebrate your birthday, Cas explained.

           By then, I’d pocketed my phone. I glanced at the bags Cas carried and noticed they were packed to the brim. I went to the grocery store, so you didn’t have to. He guided me to the nearest table and set the bags down atop it. Cas reached inside and grabbed a six-pack, ripping one free from the cardboard for me. It was Margiekugel. I don’t understand.

           What’s there to understand? Cas blinked at me, owlishly, as if waiting for me to look away for him to spin his head in a full circle and signal my brother, wherever he was hiding. Because he couldn’t be gone. It couldn’t be that simple. You said you wanted to spend your birthday by yourself. Which was true, in the moment. When I told Cas that. So you kicked Sam out for me? I gently suggested that maybe his energies would be better spent elsewhere.

           Cas reclaimed the bags. It sounded like there was a lot of weight to them, with how they slammed into the table. He carried them as if they were stacked with cardboard silhouettes of groceries. I followed him into the kitchen. And you got me groceries, too? Cas shrugged. You said you wanted to be by yourself. Going into town might defeat that purpose. Except, I drawled, leaning against the fridge, peeling the label off my half-drunken beer bottle while Cas replaced the bags on the counter, I’m not by myself. Cas grunted.

           I watched him work with keen interest. I could help, but I was curious. I wasn’t sure if he knew where everything went. It’s not like he ever needed to eat. I expected him to pick an item from the bag, stare at it, squint as if he could smite it into the correct pantry, then ultimately surrender and turn to me. He never did. And, more surprisingly, he had gotten every purchase into their respective places. Cas finished by returning our reusable bags to the cabinet underneath our sink, then stood with another grunt. I’ll be on my way now. Cas passed me, not bothering to even peek in my direction, as though he assumed I wanted that. If he had, I’m sure he’d have noticed my pout. You’re leaving? You said you wanted to spend your birthday by yourself. Cas finally turned his blue gaze onto me, a little furrow creasing the ridge of his brow. I’m fulfilling your birthday wish. I scoffed, Yeah… well…

           It was my turn to surprise Cas, by taking his hand in mine. His lips pinched as if he were tasting a flavor he’d never tried before. Mine tingled with the sensation of one I hadn’t tasted in years. Maybe I don’t want to spend it all alone, now that I know I can. That was the best I could offer. All my confidence went to my hands. Cas didn’t need more than that anyway. If that’s what you want?

           I thought about it. I thought of making breakfast, teaching Cas how to cook scrambled eggs. Of cocooning ourselves in my parlor as we binge a marathon of whatever happened to be on until my stomach roared with hunger. Then, after lunch, bringing Cas into the garage so he could fiddle with the portable stereo I left there while I mess around in Baby’s guts. There wasn’t any denying this. It’s exactly what I want, I told him. He nodded and squeezed my hand.

           I still hated my birthday. But Cas helped me hate it less.

[birdsinmywalls]

Ok so I want to start by saying that I have not seen Top Gun and I truly don’t know who this guy is beyond random photos I catch on tumblr. Normally I wouldn’t read something for a character I don’t know because it’s hard to really get an idea of who they are or what they sound like without the context of the movie. HOWEVER, I have seen you and some other people I follow post so many things at “Bob-BrainRot hour” and “Big Dick Bob” and such that I thought I would give this fic a try when it came across my dash. I was NOT disappointed. I think it helps that I love your writing already but I loved how he had these two personalities coming out like he was all quiet in the beginning and pretending he didn’t notice all these things about her but then things got started and he couldn’t stop talking and was full of himself and knew he could make her feel good. I will be looking into more fics on this man because you have sold me on him. Here were my favorite lines and why:

“Promises or not, best friends shouldn’t be one another’s first kiss. Or make out practice partners. Or each other’s New Year's kiss when y'all were single. Or spend Valentine's Day together at the local dinner.” *evil laugh* I love when friends to lovers starts off with something like this. The more oblivious the better lol

“Bob raised an eyebrow, “You guess?” GIRL YOU GUESS?!? I’m on bobs side on this one. I’m flabbergasted

“So instead of eating you out, which would actually be enjoyable on your end, you're telling me they just stuck their hand down there and hoped they were rubbing your clit? You didn't ever ask them to do something else?” this is so funny to me I’m loving this guy

“Bob closed the difference between you and him on the couch, placing a hand on your bare knee.” ALERT: FIRST CONTACT

“You don't have to wait.” GIRL IM SHOOK

“Wouldn't be much different from what we’ve already done.” I meeeannnn I say go for it 🤷‍♀️

“Do you want it to be different?” OOOP

“Yeah, I do.” There was no teasing in his voice.” This man is GOING IN Reader!!! Take the plunge!

“Your body leaned towards him, hands gripping the soft fabric of his old Warped Tour T-shirt.” OMG WARPED TOUR?! I’m totally dead right now. That has me laughing. Fellow scene kids unite!

“I-fuck- yes they did, it just never took this long,” you grunted against his lips.” Is it weird to be excited for a fictional girl? Because her world is about to get rocked with real foreplay and getting ate out and I’m like a cheerleader mom being like “ITS GUNNA BE GREAT YOU GO GIRL”

“How could he do that so quickly?” That would be the foreplay girlie and your undying love for him helps too

“Slowly, he took his glasses off, placing them on the coffee table behind him, making a show of it. Won’t need those. I’m nearsighted after all.” Great detail and funny line!

“How was this the same guy who feared clowns as a kid?” 😂

“Betsey Thomas said you had a huge dick,” you confessed, wishing that you'd think before speaking for once.” Betsey clearly has a talent she should be capitalizing on lol I also think that would be such a funny thing to reach out to someone about “Hey betsey! I know I haven’t spoken to you since 10th grade gym class but I wanted to confirm that bob does indeed have a big dick” if I was Betsy I would eat that text up lol just girls being girls

“Memories of high school escaped your brain, the only thing you could focus on now was Bob and his huge dick.” The tiny crossed out font for “and his huge dick” is great

“I don't want you to go.” love that we are expressing how we feel instead of holding onto it for a miscommunication issue later! Lots of fics fall into that trap this is very refreshing!

“The Navy will be lucky to have his great ability to multitask.” Your writing is always so amazing and full of great humor

“Uh can I….eat you out again? Tomorrow obviously! Like before we go to the diner?” Where can one acquire this man because he’s great!

Ruin the Friendship- Bob Floyd

Warnings: Best friends to lovers trope, it’s so obvious they love each other they’re stupid, language, filth, some angst (why not?), unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), Bob being pussy drunk.

Words: 4.8K

This is for @attapullman's Bob Fucks celebration!

When you've been friends with someone since preschool, you get to know them like the back of your hand. Certain quirks and sayings that no longer surprise you. 

“God, I wish that were me.”

It wasn't the first time Bob heard you say that. Usually there was a cute dog around, or a sushi boat being delivered at a restaurant when you said it. 

But saying it during an oral sex scene in a movie was new. 

It also brought up many questions. 

Questions Bob shouldn't ask, considering he's known you since preschool. Questions Bob couldn't ask right now, because he was too preoccupied looking at you. 

Your eyes were fixated on the screen, focused on the actress withering. Occasionally, they would dart to the other actor who was between the actress’ thighs. Bob noticed the increased rise and fall of your chest, how your front teeth dug into your bottom lip, how when you lean forward, the v-line cut of your shirt showed off the tops of your breasts. The soft glow of the lamps highlighted the beautiful features on your face. 

All things he shouldn’t be noticing about his best friend. But then again, best friends shouldn’t be watching a French film together whose plot line focused on sexual liberation before he went off to Navy boot camp. 

Granted, you and Bob haven’t had a conventional best friend relationship in a while, if at all, considering both sets of parents claimed you two promised to marry each other at the age of four. 

Promises or not, best friends shouldn’t be one another’s first kiss. Or make out practice partners. Or each other’s New Year's kiss when y'all were single. Or spend Valentine's Day together at the local dinner. 

The line between friends and something more was blurry, saved by a comment that ensured the other to think that the feelings that had been brewing weren't reciprocated. 

“You’re a good kisser. Kelsey McCoy is going to think so too.”

“If Tommy Delaine doesn't like you, he's a dumbass.” 

“I’m sure next year you’ll have someone.”

“If I had to spend it with anyone, I want it to be with my best friend.”

“You’re an amazing friend, you know that?”

Why say that if you harbor romantic feelings? Surely, all those kisses and talk of marriage meant nothing to them. 

At least that's what the other thought. 

It's because of this blurry line that Bob doesn't bite his tongue, doesn't throw away the comment to be forgotten. Instead, he speaks up. 

“Been awhile?” 

And because it's Bob, the guy you've known your whole life, the guy you tell everything to, your response rolls off your tongue without a second thought. 

“Try never.” 

It takes Bob a moment to process your words as the way your lips wrap around the beer bottle is far too distracting. But just like processing a car accident, once it registers, your words bring his brain to a screeching halt. 

“Wait, never?” The shrug you give isn’t satisfactory. He grabs the remote to pause the movie, ignoring your cries of protest. 

“Real talk; are you saying that no one has ever gone down on you?” 

You sigh, regretting saying anything in the first place. One would think that after years of friendship, you’d know well enough that once Bob set his mind to something, he wouldn't relent until satisfied. 

You down the remnants of your beer, mentally preparing for this conversation. 

“No Robby. I've never had someone eat me out. Happy now?” Reaching for the remote was all in vain, as he just held it further away from you. 

Darn those long limbs. 

“But you've been with people…..so what did they do?” When you looked at him, there was no malice, just Bob looking genuinely baffled. His gentle blue eyes put you at ease, giving you the comfort to explain. 

“They would touch me,” you motioned to the lower half of your body, “And like finger me. Enough to get me ready, I guess.” 

Bob raised an eyebrow, “You guess?” 

College was supposed to be a time for you to explore, to figure yourself out, to interact with new people. 

And yet, when it came to the relationship aspect, everything had fizzled. You were now going into your junior year having yet to experience a meaningful romantic relationship. 

Did you just have shit luck? Or was it because your mind would wander back to a bespectacled best friend when you were in bed with someone else? 

“So instead of eating you out, which would actually be enjoyable on your end, you're telling me they just stuck their hand down there and hoped they were rubbing your clit? You didn't ever ask them to do something else?” 

Bob didn't have the pristine mouth that parents thought he possessed. You knew, and had known for a while. And yet, hearing him say the phrase your clit in his deep, slightly twangy voice felt different. 

You rubbed your thighs together. 

“Are you shaming the people I've been with or me?” 

Bob closed the difference between you and him on the couch, placing a hand on your bare knee. 

Have his hands always been so big and veiny? 

Fuck, did you have a thing for hands? 

“I'm not shaming you. I’m shaming the people you've been with because well,” he ran a hand up and down the back of his neck, “Well, I enjoy giving….I like doing it. So I guess I'm surprised other people don't?” 

His statement was shocking because everyone else you had been with viewed it as a chore, as something to use every excuse in the book to avoid doing. 

Too tired. Takes too long. Wet enough so what's the point? 

“You…like doing it?” 

The tops of his cheeks reddened, despite a smirk beginning to form, “Yeah. I like giving and I like making them feel good. It's also a confidence booster, being able to make someone fall apart with your mouth.” 

It shouldn't come as a surprise, it was Bob after all. The same Bob who always brought an extra pencil with him to algebra, in case you forgot yours. The same Bob who shared his Dunkaroos because your mom refused to buy them. The same Bob who made his dream of serving his country finally come true after years of hard work. 

He was selfless. But this didn't feel like selflessness. Hearing him talk about giving pleasure, making someone fall apart with his mouth, was different. Even his voice when he said it was different, raspier than usual. 

“Well,” you scooted closer to the edge of the couch, trying to widen the gap so he couldn't feel how hot your body was, “I can't wait ‘til I meet someone who feels the same way.” 

“You don't have to wait.” 

The grip on your beer bottle tightened, the alcohol getting caught in your throat. There's no way he could have just said that, no way he could be implying what you're thinking. 

But when you look at Bob, he was staring back with raised eyebrows and thin lips curled into a little smirk. The same look he’s given you countless times before when he mumbles a smartass comment only your ears were privy to hear. 

You heard me. 

“What-are you…” You stared at him, mouth agape. Bob appeared unphase by it, like he had just offered something totally normal and rational. 

Perhaps it was the three beers he had downed. Perhaps it was the rush of adrenaline kicking in after realizing this was his last chance at making a move before he left. 

“Wouldn't that be like crossing a line?” Your head was racing, alternating between flashbacks of when you kissed Bob and imagining what it would be like to have his mouth on your body. 

“Wouldn't be much different from what we’ve already done.” 

All the air was sucked out of the room by his comment. Because of course he wasn't doing this because he wanted to, because he wanted you. This would be meaningless, just like everything else. If you went through with this, you’d wake up the next day to Bob leaving with nothing changed, still in this seemingly endless limbo. 

Long, nimble fingers hooked themselves under your chin, gently forcing you to look up. 

The look he gave you was unfamiliar. His eyes remained focused on your face, though it seemed like they were searching. 

For what, you couldn't tell. 

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“Do you want it to be different?” 

What good was telling him if he didn’t feel the same way, thus ruining a great friendship?

“Do you want it to be different Robby?” You countered back. 

He leaned in, his breath hot on your face, “I asked you first.”

He thought he had the upper hand. But you were like a lightning bug, faster.  

“I asked you second, Robby.”

Like a rubber band, the tension snapped as Bob was unable to hold back a snort of laughter. The tension left your shoulders, the sight of him laughing familiar and safe. 

“I’m going to really miss your resounding maturity,” Bob deadpanned after gaining the ability to compose himself, though a sweet crooked smile remained. 

It was now your turn to roll your eyes, though it didn’t stop the smile currently forming on your face. Seeing this side of Bob was always fun; most folks thought he was quiet and meek. The truth was that he liked to observe and didn’t find value in speaking when it wasn’t necessary. He didn’t hold back with you, didn’t feel the need to sit and observe. He truly conversed with you and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel special. 

He was never that way with the other girls he dated. 

“You love me,” you teased back. It was a comment you've said countless times, always with that sweet, albeit mischievous smile that made Bob's heart flutter. 

But this time instead of shaking his head or rolling his eyes, he leaned forward until your foreheads were touching. 

Seeing him up close took your breath away. You could see how his roots were beginning to darken, the blonde fading as he got older. The little scar on his chin from a BB Gun incident when he was ten. Eyes bluer than the ocean. The ends of his hair were beginning to curl, something you'd greatly miss when he'd get the military mandated buzz cut. 

“Yeah, I do.” There was no teasing in his voice. No mischief in his eyes. Instead of playfully shaking your shoulder, his hand found its way to the back of your neck, fingers cupping your warm skin. He was moving quickly, making you unable to truly process what he had just said. 

Despite it being new territory, he was handling it beautifully. You, on the other hand, were torn between wondering if your increased heart beat was medically concerning and how large Bob’s hands were. 

“You gotta….if you want to stop, tell me,” His breathing had increased, like it did when he had finished his part in the marching band. But this wasn’t marching band practice and y’all weren’t on the high school field. You were in your parents’ basement, with Bob’s lips quickly closing the gap between yours and his. 

It wasn’t your first time kissing Bob, but it might as well have been. Years of experience had given him more confidence. He knew where to put his hands now, one still on your neck to guide you, the other gripping the soft flesh of your hip. He didn’t hesitate to slide his tongue across your bottom lip, successfully driving you wild. 

When the rounded tip of his nose brushed against yours, a soft laugh escaped your lips. Bob didn’t mind, using the chance to let his tongue explore your mouth. Your body leaned towards him, hands gripping the soft fabric of his old Warped Tour T-shirt. 

“I thought you,” your words were slurred, a weak moan interrupting your speech due to his lips moving down to your neck, “Thought you were gonna eat me out.” 

Bob’s moan vibrated against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His hands traveled to your breasts, gripping them through your T-shirt. It wasn't a hard squeeze, which is what you were used to. 

It was pleasurable. Bob was pleasurable. 

“Did none of the guys you were with do foreplay?” He asked, his hands continuing their ministrations. 

“I-fuck- yes they did, it just never took this long,” you grunted against his lips. 

“God, you have terrible taste in men.”

You wanted to let Bob know that he was now included in that group. But then his fingers hooked themselves around the band of your shorts, pulling them down. Had you known what tonight would entail, you would have opted for underwear that wasn't so worn. The long hairs on his arms tickled your sensitive skin as he moved to kneel on the floor, the cool basement air making you realize just how wet you were. 

How could he do that so quickly? 

He pinned your hips against the soft couch cushions. With anyone else, you would complain with how hard he was gripping your soft skin. But with Bob, you’d love it. It meant hand-shaped bruises that would stay after he left, reminding you of tonight. 

When his sharp nose nudged your clothed slit, a loud gasp erupted from your mouth. 

Thank god your parents were on vacation. 

His tongue was so wide as it stroked the quickly dampening fabric. How was he able to find your clit so quickly? Most struggled to find it even after your panties had been taken off. 

Bob couldn’t help but chuckle upon hearing your strained whimpers. You were practically squirming, hips erratically jerking with every touch. 

“Wha-why did you stop?” You whined, looking down to find him staring up to you. 

“Are you-I just need to know, do you still want this?” God, he was so fucking considerate. In any other moment, you’d find it endearingly sweet. 

But if his tongue felt that good against your covered cunt, you were dying to feel it without the barrier. 

“Robby, I swear to god, if you don’t eat me out, I’m going upstairs and using my vibrator,” Your voice was strained, your knuckles turning white from gripping the couch cushions.  

He laughed.  Bob knew you were bluffing. He had just gotten started and you were already so wet. 

Slowly, he took his glasses off, placing them on the coffee table behind him, making a show of it. 

“Won’t need those. I’m nearsighted after all.”

“You little-” The insult remained unsaid, as Bob pushed your underwear to the side, his mouth instantly latching onto your swollen clit. 

His mouth was warm. The pressure wasn’t too much, just enough to make you wither in pleasure. It felt so good, so fucking good. When Bob looked up, he found your mouth open, despite no sounds coming out. 

Good. 

You deserved to know what it was like, to have someone care about your pleasure, to focus solely on making you feel incredible. 

God, he could feel his cock throbbed. You looked so pretty with your eyes glazed over, mouth agape as you watched him, completely enthralled. 

And he had just gotten started. 

He wanted to do more than make you come, he wanted to blow your mind. Call it selfish, but Bob wanted to ruin you for anyone else. He had always held back his tongue when it came to the people you dated, knowing sooner or later you'd realized they weren't worth your time. 

But now he had his chance and Bob sure as hell wasn't going to let it slip away. 

The loud sound of fabric ripping broke you out of the pleasure filled haze you were in. Before you could make a sound about your now ripped underwear, your knees were pinned to your chest, giving Bob complete access to your soaked core.

“So fucking sweet,” He groaned against your cunt, sending vibrations all through your body, “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” 

“Robby.” 

To say Bob dreamed of hearing you moan his name would be the understatement of the fucking century. 

Your whole body was on fire, unable to do anything else but take everything Bob was giving. 

A resounding moan fell from your lips as Bob thrusted two fingers inside you, your walls struggling to accommodate the unexpected stretch. 

Was he this thick elsewhere?

You wanted to find out. Wanted to feel it inside you, in your mouth. You shamelessly wanted it all. But you couldn’t even voice that because Bob was tracing figure eights on your clit, his fingers brushing against a spot you thought Cosmo had made up. 

Fuck, he was doing a number on you. His soft hair threaded through your fingers as you gripped the strands. Your hips involuntarily jerked upwards, desperate to get as much of Bob as possible. 

You kept expecting him to stop, considering you were wet enough for him to fuck you. That's what everyone else did. 

But Bob Floyd wasn't like everyone else. Far from it. 

He was fucking delighted to hear all the cute, strained noises coming from you as he continued.  Each time you tugged on his hair, a groan would fall from his lips. It was the prettiest sound you had ever heard. 

Why did either of you wait this long? 

You tried to communicate, to let him know you were close, tugging on his hair, trying to move away from his mouth. 

But Bob was deceivingly strong, using his free hand to pin your hip back to the couch, his mouth firmly on your pussy. 

When you looked down, you were in awe of how blissed Bob looked. His eyes were closed as his mouth remained latched to your clit. The sounds of your own wetness were obscene, but barely audible over the moans Bob was letting out. 

He really did enjoy it.

“Come. Wanna taste ya,” His voice was muffled as he added a third finger inside you. 

Worried thoughts of coming on his face left your brain as pleasure coursed through your veins. Without any warning, the band that had been tightening came undone.

Bob used both hands to hold your hips firmly in place, his tongue lapping up your release. 

You don't recall coming this hard or this long before. It wasn't a small wave, it felt like the whole damn ocean was taking you under. 

His fingers continued to stretch you open, prolonging your high. The Navy was the perfect fit for him, considering he could apparently hold his breath for an impressive amount of time. 

The soft fabric of the couch cushions brushed as the back of your head, your eyes half closed. You couldn't even voice an acknowledge when Bob’s mouth and fingers withdrew from your abused cunt. 

“You're so pretty when you come,” Bob murmured, his lips brushing against yours. 

Your hands tugged on the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. 

“M-my turn,” you whined, hips jerking up towards his. 

Bob shook his head, “Wanna be inside ya.” 

How was this the same guy who feared clowns as a kid? 

Before you could even question it, Bob had sat down on the couch, gripping your hips to help you straddle his lap. When had he taken off his jeans? How was he so quick- 

Jesus Christ, he was huge. 

“Fuck, she was right.” 

Bob looked up from where you two were about to connect, a very confused look on his face, “Excuse me?” 

“Betsey Thomas said you had a huge dick,” you confessed, wishing that you'd think before speaking for once. 

Bob’s brows knitted together in confusion, “Betsey Thomas has never seen my dick, the fuck are you talking about?” 

“Said she could tell you were packing because of the gym shorts you'd wear for PE class.” Bob signed, shaking his head as he muttered something about the required uniform. 

“I….we can unpack this later-” 

You snorted, “Why? Too busy packing here?” 

Your laughter was cut short by Bob rubbing his cock against your soaked cunt. Memories of high school escaped your brain, the only thing you could focus on now was Bob and his huge dick. 

Curious wasn't accurate. Frankly, you were desperate for him. Had been since middle school, if you were being truthful. 

“Woah, hey. Easy baby, easy,” his voice made your thighs clench, made you whine into his shoulder as you tried to line your aching hole with his cock. 

Finally, you felt him at your entrance. Slowly, he filled you up inch by inch. Every time you tried to urge him to go faster, Bob would simply shake his head before pressing a kiss against your cheek. 

“Don't want to hurt ya darlin’.” 

Darlin. You were his darlin. 

He made you feel so full, and you didn't even have it all inside of you yet. All you could do was cling to him as he whispered praises in your ears. 

Once you reached the base, it felt like you and Bob were the only ones in the world. At least, that’s what you pretended. It was better than thinking about how he would be gone for who knows how long after tonight. After boot camp was done, he would be off to train for the Navy. 

Even he didn't know when he would return home. 

It wasn't fair, finally expressing your feelings for one another just to be separated immediately after. You wanted him to stay, to go on dates with him, to visit him on the weekends when school started, just like everyone else in a long distance relationship. 

“Hey, what's wrong? Do you- we can stop if you want, it's okay.” Bob’s voice was soft, full of concern. 

His hand lifted your chin up from his shoulder, revealing your watery eyes. 

“I don't want you to go.” 

“I know,” his voice was barely a whisper, matching your volume. Long fingers gently traced over your face, as if he was trying to memorize them. 

“I know it's horrible timing, but we'll figure it out, okay? I want to figure it out with you, I promise,” He peppered your face with soft kisses, earning a small smile out of you. 

“But for now, can I make ya feel good? Because I'm willing to bet no guy has made you come while fucking ya.” 

Unlike in the past, where Bob’s smartass comments earned him a shove, you pressed your lips against his. 

“I'm gonna start moving now, okay?” Even though he warned you, nothing could have prepared you for how full Bob made you when his hips thrusted upwards. 

“You're-fuck- you feel so good, oh my God.” 

Your fingers tangled into Bob’s hair, trying to commit the feeling to memory. 

Bob was trying to do the same, his hands roaming over your body as he took in your scent. Maybe if he asked nicely, you'd let him take a bottle of your perfume with him. 

He was going to need it for the next few months. 

Your mouth clashed against his, tongue desperate to taste him. Wandering hands desperate to feel everything everywhere. 

“When-fuck- when I come back, wanna take you out. W-we can go to that Italian place by your school. The one where you have to wear a tie.” How Bob was able to talk coherently while fucking you was beyond comprehension. 

The Navy will be lucky to have his great ability to multitask. 

“Gonna bring ya flowers too. Sunflowers ‘cause they're-oh my god- you're favorite.” You didn't think you could recall your full name with the way Bob is thrusting into you, much less favorite things. 

Your walls clench around Bob’s thick cock, eliciting a desperate groan from him, rather than the instant ejaculation you were used to. 

“If you keep doing that, I'm gonna come,” Bob whined into the crook of your neck.

“That’s-shit- the point,” you grunted, your hips picking up speed. 

Bob shook his head, “Need you to come first.” 

Confusion caused you to still your hips, “Bob, I already-” 

“Don't finish that sentence, don't you dare,” Bob ended his command with a strong thrust that made you feel as if he was splitting you open on his cock. 

Your head dropped down to the crook of his neck. His skin was so warm and the smell of sage was nearly overwhelming. You knew exactly what body wash he had used, as it was the same one he wore ever since junior year, when you commented on how nice it was. 

In hindsight, it was painfully obvious. 

His lips found yours, capturing them in a desperate kiss. When you felt his fingers draw circles on your clit, you saw stars. 

You didn't know it could feel this good with someone. This was more than a quick fuck, as you actually felt cared for. It was intense, the sensitivity of your first orgasm still echoing every time the thick head of his cock brushed against your walls. 

It's audible how wet you are for Bob. He can feel it at the base of his cock, which makes him wonder what it would be like to have you on your knees, or better, your back, all spread out for him. 

“C’mon sweet girl,” he’s panting, voice desperate and raspy, “Wanna-fuck! Wanna feel you come s’bad, please, please baby.” 

Each circle drawn on your clit causes the band in your stomach to tighten. Combined with Bob’s words, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. 

“You're incredible, shit, I-fuck. All yours. Wanna be all yours. Fuck fuck fuck, clenching me so hard, fuck, don't stop.” Obscene was not a word many, if any, would use to describe Bob Floyd. 

Up until thirty minutes ago, you would have considered yourself part of that group. 

But now? Now you were falling apart on his cock. The rush of pleasure had hit like a brick, coursing through your veins. It hit harder than anything else, harder than the now banned alcohol caffeine combo drink, or any controlled substance doctors had prescribed to help you focus. 

His finger-fuck, usually you had to use two of your own- didn’t stop rubbing your clit, nor does he stop thrusting in and out of your pulsing cunt. It's almost as if-no, you know Bob’s enjoying making you feel euphoria. 

That's what blows your mind. His laser focus on your pleasure, rather than his own. Truthfully, he could have come already and you wouldn't have thought twice about it. 

But now it was all you could think about. How much he cared, how good he felt. How incredible it was for him to pull your hips flushed against his, filling you to the brim with his cock. 

“Holy shit you're so tight-I, sh-should I pull out?” 

Instead of answering, you used all your strength to rock your hips against him. Considering he made you come twice, the least you could do was help him find his release. 

Your fingers gripped his hair, tugging on the strands as your mouth clashed against his. 

The downright guttural groan he releases against your mouth has you clamping down on his cock. The motion finally leads to Bob’s undoing, causing him to come deep inside you, warmth flooding your body. 

His arms are wrapped around your body, clinging onto you as if he thinks you'll disappear if he lets go. 

You’d be a damn fool to. 

The basement is now quiet, apart from the heavy breathing coming from both you and Bob. 

After several minutes pass by, you gather the courage to break the silence, “Did you mean all that? Taking me out on a date and being mine?” 

Bob’s cheek burned a bright red as he timidly nodded his head, “I….yeah. I didn't mean to say it when we were, you know. I'm sorry.” 

You pressed a reassuring kiss to his warm cheek, “Robby, what do you feel the need to apologize for?” 

He looked up to you, those earnest blue eyes sparkling, “Shit timing?” 

“You're not wrong about that, but like you said earlier, I want to work it out with you.” Your words brought comfort, giving Bob the confidence to place a sweet kiss right on your lips. His smile was burning into yours, causing your stomach to flutter. 

“I know it's not that Italian restaurant, but can I take you out to breakfast tomorrow?” 

The local diner had been a go-to since y'all were thirteen. But this time would be different. This time you wouldn't feel the urge to look away when he caught you staring. This time neither one would correct the waitress when she'd make a comment about y'all being a cute couple. 

The soft call of your name pulled you out of your thoughts. 

“Uh can I….eat you out again? Tomorrow obviously! Like before we go to the diner?” 

Good Lord this man was going to be the death of you.

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College AU Part 19: Bittersweet

Content warning: sexist language, attempted rape, violence

Scene 1: Famous Last Words

(Scene title by My Chemical Romance)

INT. Cafeteria - Noon

Jayce walks around the cafeteria, deciding what to eat. As he looks around, he passes a line of people. He notices Enzo standing in the line and he stops in his tracks. He squints at Enzo, trying to figure out if it's actually him.

After a moment of staring, Jayce walks up to where Enzo is in the line.

JAYCE: Enzo?

Enzo turns his head and smiles.

ENZO: Oh! Hey, Jayce!

JAYCE: I didn't know you went to this school.

ENZO: I don't, actually.

Enzo laughs.

ENZO: I'm visiting a friend. He's still in class though. I got here kind of early.

JAYCE: Oh. Well, do you wanna hang out while you wait?

ENZO: Sure.

Enzo nods towards the food place that he's in line for.

ENZO: Want anything?

JAYCE: Uh, yeah. I'll wait with you.

We cut to a bit later. Jayce and Enzo are eating at a table together.

ENZO: So, um, what have you been up to since the school year started?

JAYCE: Like, other than schoolwork?

ENZO: Well, yeah. I know you're doing that.

JAYCE: Hm... Can I be honest with you?

ENZO: Yeah.

JAYCE: I've been kind of having a thing with Prince.

ENZO: Again?

Jayce shrugs.

JAYCE: Maybe third time's the charm...

Enzo laughs.

ENZO: And what about Cyra? I know she's going to this school too.

JAYCE: Ehh, Prince and I have both been kind of avoiding her. We went to her Halloween party, but that's about it.

ENZO: What? Why wasn't I invited?

JAYCE: Cyra probably just forgot. She seems distracted lately. I was expecting to see Hayden at the party too but apparently he never got an invitation.

ENZO: It's not like Cyra to forget things.

JAYCE: I know. Isn't it weird?

Enzo looks around.

ENZO: I wonder if I could hunt her down.

JAYCE: I'm sure it wouldn't be hard. She's loud as shit.

Enzo keeps looking around.

ENZO: Yeah...

JAYCE: Oh, and she has band practice tonight. If I remember correctly.

ENZO: She's in a band?

JAYCE: Mhm. She won't stop texting me about their next show, asking me to come to it.

ENZO: Well now I really need to find her.

JAYCE: Why?

ENZO: She promised she'd start a band with me back in high school. We never got around to it though.

JAYCE: Huh.

Scene 2: Love The Way It Hurts

(Scene title by Cloudy June)

INT. Theater room - Noon

Cyra is sitting in her theater class, listening to the teacher give a lecture. She's sitting next to Connor, who is texting, trying to hide his phone from the prof's view.

Connor snickers at something and then taps Cyra's arm. He holds his phone out for her to see. Cyra glances at the prof and then leans over to look at Connor's phone.

We see a close up of the phone. It's a text conversation with Devin.

DEVIN (text): Whatever.

DEVIN (text): Hit on me all you want, man.

DEVIN (text): I ain't getting down with you unless there's a hot girl between us.

Cyra snickers and looks at Connor.

CONNOR (whispering): Permission to send a pic of you and me?

CYRA (whispering): Just make sure I look hot in the pic.

Connor nods and starts looking through his phone for a picture.

There is a knock at the classroom door and everyone, except Connor, turns their heads to look. Roman pokes his head through the door and he smiles at the theater prof, Jamie.

ROMAN: Can I borrow one of your students?

JAMIE: Go ahead.

Roman glances around the room until he spots Cyra.

ROMAN: Cyra.

Cyra gets out of her seat and hurries to the door, looking confused.

INT. Hallway - Noon

Cyra closes the door behind them.

CYRA: What's up?

Roman pulls a key out of his pocket.

ROMAN: Gift from Ace.

Cyra takes the key.

CYRA: Oh right. He wants me to clean his dorm tomorrow.

Cyra dramatically sighs.

CYRA: While he goes on a date...

Roman laughs.

ROMAN: Cuck.

Cyra rolls her eyes, unamused.

ROMAN: I don't think I've ever seen you not wearing a crop top. I didn't know you had normal-length shirts.

CYRA: You know why I'm dressed like this.

Roman pretends to think.

ROMAN: Hm... Nope! Forgot. Show me.

Without waiting for a response, Roman grabs the hem of Cyra's shirt and pulls it up a bit. We see that Cyra has bruises on her hip and sides, as well as a few burn marks on her stomach. They appear to have been done with cigarettes.

ROMAN: Oh, now I remember.

Cyra gives Roman an annoyed look.

ROMAN: Don't look at me like that. I know you had fun. You couldn't stop smiling the entire time.

Cyra looks down and blushes.

CYRA: It was because of Ace. Not you.

ROMAN: Hm...

Roman grabs Cyra's hips and presses his thumbs into a couple of the bruises. He presses down hard and Cyra winces in pain. She glances around the hallway.

CYRA: Someone's gonna see you.

Cyra closes her eyes and tilts her head up as Roman presses down even harder.

ROMAN: Don't worry, I'm almost done.

CYRA: Almost done what?

Cyra yelps and immediately covers her mouth when Roman pinches her skin, squeezing the bruises together on both sides of her hips. Roman laughs.

ROMAN: I just wanted to make it hurt again. You look the best when you're in pain.

Roman lets go of Cyra and she exhales heavily.

ROMAN: I'd say "don't be late tomorrow", but I kind of want to see you with a black eye again. So try to be late tomorrow! Ace hates when people are late.

CYRA: Thanks for the advice...

ROMAN: See you soon.

Roman walks away after waving to Cyra.

Scene 3: Bittersweet

(Scene title by Panic at the Disco)

INT. Hallway - Evening

Enzo walks down the hallway, checking all the room numbers as he passes them. He stops outside the band practice room. He checks his phone for the room number. Once he has it confirmed, he opens the door.

INT. Band practice room - Evening

When Enzo opens the door, we immediately hear Cyra yelling.

CYRA: I don't know what your fucking problem is, Erik!

ERIK: My fucking problem is I don't wanna do that song! When you didn't wanna do that Ghost song, we took it out of the set list!

CYRA: You never wanna do any of my suggestions! I've been singing all your songs! When are we gonna do some of my fucking ideas?!

ERIK: If you wanna do your ideas then come up with some better ones! Oingo Boingo sucks and they aren't even metal!

CYRA: But we can make it metal!

ERIK: I know, I know. You've said that like fifty times already.

CYRA: I have to keep saying it because you won't fucking listen to me!

ERIK: I'm hearing you loud and clear, bitch! We're not fucking doing the song and that's final!

CYRA: Who died and put you in charge of the entire band?

ERIK: It's my fucking band! I started it without you and we were doing just fine until you came along.

CYRA: You would've never gotten a real gig without me, you ungrateful piece of shit!

ERIK: Oh here we go with this shit again!

CYRA: What shit? The truth?

ERIK: The shit about you using your rich girl privileges to win an argument! I'm fucking done with this!

Erik stomps over to the couch and picks up his empty guitar case. Carrying the case and his guitar, Erik storms out of the room, completely ignoring Enzo standing in the doorway.

Watching Erik leave, Cyra notices Enzo.

CYRA: Enzo!

Cyra runs over to give Enzo a hug.

ENZO: Hi Cyra.

CYRA: It's so nice to see you again!

Cyra lets go of Enzo and sticks her head out of the room to yell at Erik.

INT. Hallway - Evening

CYRA: Yeah, run away, you little bitch! Run away from your fuckin' problems!

Erik turns around, continuing to walk backwards.

ERIK: Suck my dick, bitch!

CYRA: Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?!

ERIK: I'm not fuckin' talkin' to you anymore!

CYRA: Good!

INT. Band practice room - Evening

Cyra closes the door behind her.

CYRA: Sorry about that, Enzo.

ENZO: What were you fighting about?

Enzo and Cyra go to sit down on the couch.

RHETT: They fight about everything.

Rhett stands up from behind the drum set and walks toward the door.

RHETT: They both have lead singer-disease.

CYRA: Whatever! I'm the lead singer so I should be allowed to have that. Erik's the fucking guitarist.

RHETT: Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna go talk to him. Nice to meet you, by the way, Enzo. I'm Rhett.

ENZO: Likewise, Rhett...

Enzo feels a bit awkward about witnessing the fight. Rhett leaves the room.

CYRA: So, what are you doing here, Enzo? You don't go to this school.

ENZO: I came to visit a friend today, but then I ran into Jayce and he told me you started a band without me. So obviously I had to come find you.

CYRA: Oh right! I promised you, didn't I?

Cyra leans closer to Enzo and smiles.

ENZO: You did.

Cyra giggles and sits up again.

CYRA: Well, there's no time like the present. Right?

ENZO: What?

CYRA: Let's start a band!

ENZO: Uh... Maybe you should figure out what's going on with this band first.

CYRA: Nah, fuck them. Erik's probably gonna kick me out anyway. I'll show him that I don't need him. If he thinks he can get the band gigs without my help, then I'll leave him to it.

Enzo laughs.

ENZO: Well, I guess we could give it a go. I'm not as serious about it as your friend though. I kind of just wanna have fun with it.

CYRA: That's perfect! I'm sick of all this business talk anyway. Let's just be that garage band we always wanted to be in high school! What instrument do you wanna play?

ENZO: Uh, I should probably play bass. I'm not as good at guitar.

CYRA: Perfect! Obviously I'll be the singer because I'm the world's best vocalist.

Enzo laughs.

CYRA: Now we just need a drummer and a guitarist. You go convince Jayce to join us and I'll recruit Celia.

ENZO: You really think Jayce will wanna join a band with you?

CYRA: Oh, come on! He can't still be mad at me.

Scene 4: Forget About It

(Scene title by All Time Low)

INT. Jayce & Leon's dorm - Morning

JAYCE: Cyra wants me to join the band? I don't know, man...

Jayce is sitting in his desk chair, facing away from the desk. Enzo is sitting on Jayce's bed and Leon is lying on his own bed.

ENZO: Why not? Are you still mad at her?

JAYCE: Well, honestly yeah.

LEON: What did she even do to you?

Enzo laughs.

ENZO: He hasn't told you yet?

Leon shakes his head.

JAYCE: She cheated on me with, like, five different people when we were together. Two of which were my friends.

LEON: Ouch.

ENZO: Yeah, it was pretty brutal. I thought she apologized though.

JAYCE: She did. Multiple times. But apologies don't mean much when you just do the same thing again right after.

ENZO: You're right, but to be fair, you kind of let her get away with it. She was the one who ended up having to break up with you.

Jayce lets out an annoyed sigh.

ENZO: Look, I'm on your side, man. What she did was fucked up.

LEON: Did Cyra do the same thing to Prince? You said you were dating them at the same time.

JAYCE: Yeah.

ENZO: Yeah, Prince kind of had it worse, actually. Cyra was already doing fucked up shit to them before they were even dating.

LEON: Oh... Prince seems to get along with Cyra though.

JAYCE: Prince isn't like me. They get over stuff a lot faster. It's easy for them to just emotionally detach themself from things like that. I wish I could do that.

Leon snickers.

LEON: You make them sound like a sociopath.

JAYCE: That's not what I meant.

Enzo and Leon both laugh.

ENZO: Look, maybe hanging out with Cyra more will help you get over it. Obviously avoiding her isn't helping.

Jayce sighs.

JAYCE: It's hard to get over something like that.

Enzo smiles.

ENZO: Weren't you the one hoping that Bella would "get over it soon" after you did the same thing to her?

Jayce gives Enzo an annoyed look.

JAYCE: That was before I knew how much it sucked to be on the opposite end of it.

Enzo shrugs. Jayce has a thoughtful expression.

Scene 5: Rampage

(Scene title by Nicole Dollanganger)

INT. Ace & Zayn's dorm - Night

Cyra is in the dorm by herself. She is dusting the shelves, dressers, and desks, moving things around when needed.

There is a knock at the door and Cyra stops what she's doing. Duster still in hand, she hurries over to the door and opens it. Phoenix is standing there in the hallway.

CYRA: Oh! Hey, Phoenix.

PHOENIX: Hi Cyra! What are you doing here?

CYRA: Uh...

Cyra quickly hides the duster behind her back.

CYRA: What are you doing here?

PHOENIX: I came to talk to Ace. What are you doing here?

CYRA: Um...

Cyra's eyes dart around, trying to come up with a lie. Phoenix looks past her, into the room.

PHOENIX: You're cleaning Ace's dorm?

Cyra sighs in defeat.

CYRA: Please don't tell anyone.

Phoenix gives her a friendly smile.

PHOENIX: Who am I gonna tell?

Phoenix pushes past Cyra, letting himself into the dorm.

PHOENIX: Where's Ace?

CYRA: He's out on a date.

PHOENIX: Ah. I'll just wait here until he gets back then.

Cyra seems nervous about that, but she doesn't argue. She just closes the door and goes back to dusting. Phoenix wanders around the room, looking at everything in it.

CYRA: So, how long have you and Axel been together?

PHOENIX: About five years.

CYRA: Cute! How did you two meet?

PHOENIX: We met through Ace. We were both friends with him.

CYRA: Oh, that's cool! How long have you been friends with Ace?

PHOENIX: Apparently we're not friends anymore.

Cyra stops dusting and turns around to look at Phoenix.

CYRA: Huh?

PHOENIX: He told me at your party. Apparently he doesn't want to be "associated with me", whatever that means.

CYRA: Oh, um... Are you sure you should be in here then? Won't Ace be mad?

Phoenix laughs.

PHOENIX: Maybe. He gets mad pretty easily, doesn't he?

Cyra gives Phoenix a confused look.

PHOENIX: Don't worry, I'll explain everything when he gets back. I'll make sure he's not mad at you.

CYRA: Um... okay...?

Phoenix picks up Cyra's spare key from Ace's desk.

CYRA: Uh, please don't touch that.

PHOENIX: Why?

CYRA: It's... That's mine.

PHOENIX: Is this how you got in here today? A spare key?

CYRA: Yes, and I really can't lose that. Please put it back.

Phoenix just stares thoughtfully at Cyra, still holding the key. Frustrated, Cyra puts the duster down and tries to take the key back from Phoenix. He pulls it out of her reach though. Cyra frowns, dropping her friendly demeanor.

CYRA: I don't think you should be in here.

Phoenix just giggles. Cyra lunges for the key again but Phoenix blocks her with his free arm.

CYRA: Give it back!

PHOENIX: No.

Cyra tries to push Phoenix's arm.

CYRA: Fucking give it back!

Phoenix pushes Cyra away with an unexpectedly strong force. It knocks Cyra to the floor.

CYRA: Ow! What the fuck?!

PHOENIX: You're a brat. I'm surprised Ace keeps you around.

CYRA: What's that supposed to mean?

Cyra quickly gets back on her feet and Phoenix puts the key back on the desk.

PHOENIX: There, right back where I found it.

CYRA: Okay, I don't know what your fucking problem is but you need to leave now.

Phoenix sighs.

PHOENIX: Alright, I'll go. I didn't mean to upset you. I was just joking around.

Phoenix walks towards the door and Cyra looks somewhat relieved.

CYRA: You have a... strange sense of humor.

Phoenix laughs.

PHOENIX: You should probably lock the door behind me. It's late.

CYRA: Right.

Cyra follows Phoenix to the door. Phoenix reaches for the handle but pauses before grabbing it.

Without any warning, Phoenix suddenly turns and grabs Cyra's neck with both hands. Before Cyra can react, he walks her over to Ace's bed. He pushes her onto the bed and climbs on top of her, holding her down with his weight.

Despite being choked, Cyra manages to make a loud gagging sound. Phoenix lets go of her neck and puts his hand over her mouth. He speaks in a calm, reassuring tone.

PHOENIX: Be quiet for me, okay?

Cyra grabs at Phoenix's arm and lets out muted screams as he unbuttons her shorts. She tries to kick him but only manages to hit him with her knee at an awkward angle that does nothing.

INT. Boys dorm hallway - Night

Ace and Zayn walk down the hallway toward their dorm. They both seem happy.

ACE: I'm glad the dorm will be nice and clean. Now we can make a mess of it again.

Zayn smiles.

ZAYN: Where do you wanna make a mess first?

ACE: Everywhere.

Zayn looks surprised by that response.

ZAYN: Damn...

Ace winks at him.

ACE: Don't be gentle~

The pair stop at the door to their dorm and Ace takes his key out from his purse. Goes to unlock the door but freezes when he hears Phoenix laughing through the door. Ace's expression turns from happiness to pure rage.

ACE: What. The fuck.

Ace quickly unlocks the door and aggressively pushes it open.

INT. Ace & Zayn's dorm - Night

ACE: Phoenix!

Phoenix, still on top of Cyra, turns his head. While he is momentarily distracted, Cyra slaps Phoenix's face with as much strength as she can in her position.

PHOENIX: Ah!

Phoenix flinches from the surprise hit and Cyra takes the opportunity to pull his hand off of her mouth.

CYRA: Get the fuck off me!

Zayn rushes over to pull Phoenix off of the bed, letting him fall to the floor. Zayn immediately turns to check on Cyra.

ZAYN: Are you okay?

Cyra doesn't respond, hastily buttoning her shorts back up.

Ace slams the door shut and stomps over to Phoenix. He kicks him in the crotch with a lot of force.

PHOENIX: Ow, fuck!

ACE: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Ace kicks Phoenix again in the same spot. Phoenix groans in pain and Ace kneels overtop of him. Holding Phoenix down by his shoulder, Ace repeatedly punches at his head.

ZAYN: Whoa!

Zayn moves to break up the fight but Cyra grabs his arm tightly, stopping him. Zayn gives Cyra a confused look. She just shakes her head, looking scared.

Ace slows down his punches to yell at Phoenix in between.

ACE: You should have never shown your ugly-ass face around here! You fucking piece of shit rapist!

Phoenix doesn't respond, he just makes pained noises as he tries to block Ace's fist.

ACE: This is my fucking turf! How dare you come here and act like you own the goddamn place! I should just beat your ass to death like you fucking deserve!

ZAYN: Okay, no.

Zayn pulls away from Cyra's grasp and grabs Ace's shoulder. Ace continues to scream insults at Phoenix as Zayn tries to pull him away.

ACE: Fuck you! Fucking rapist pedophile scumbag! Don't ever fucking show your face around here again! I'll fucking kill you, bitch!

ZAYN: Ace please.

Zayn finally manages to pull Ace up and away from Phoenix. The badly-beaten man scrambles to his feet.

PHOENIX: You're a psycho!

ACE: And you're a rapist!

Ace struggles against Zayn's grip, trying to lunge at Phoenix again.

ACE: Get out of here before I call the cops!

ZAYN: I second that. Get out.

Phoenix glances at Cyra one more time before hurrying out the door. He slams it behind him.

Ace seems to calm down a bit and Zayn lets go of him. Ace sighs and looks at Cyra.

ACE: Did he touch you?

Cyra glances at Ace, hugging her knees to her chest.

CYRA: Yeah, but I'm fine.

ACE: Are you sure?

CYRA: Yes.

Cyra and Ace stare at each other. They both look upset.

[sk3l3t0n444]

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i wanna believe that what i want to do with my life will come to me soon and ill be able to pretend like im a functional human but i dont think it will...im in my sophomore year im failing all my classes, i have 100 missing assignments, all my friends have their lives together and i dont know what the fuck i want to do with my life let alone tomorrow. how the fuck is it so easy for everybody else. they all have jobs and are looking at colleges and then theres me...i wasnt planning to make it past 11 years old and here i am...15 years old...almost 16. what the fuck am i supposed to do...my brother moved out when he was 27 because he didnt want to leave me...i cant stand not being with my brother...so i know im planning to move closer to him...but how do i get the money to do that, im a crippled tranny and thats fucking expensive, i wont have the money to live and going to college just doesnt seem like an option anymore...everything i WANT to do with my life i either cant do because im disabled or just fucking suck at...i just want to figure shit out...i wanna know what im going to do with my life...just the thought of school or the future send me into a full on panic attack...idfk maybe im not meant for this world, maybe i just exist to the the bad example, the parents say "dont do what skele did, you dont wanna end up like them do you?" im just a guide of what not to do. most people can at least make it through highschool and have this horrible burnout in college and then drop out amd it works out ok for them...they have a highschool diploma and shit...but im here forcing myself to get up every morning. the amount of effort people put into school and work and everything productive is just barely enough to get me out of bed...i spend all my energy just trying to keep going...i dont have the will to keep going on with life but i dont want to end it...i want to keep going for all the things i enjoy...but ffs all the stresses in life are just too much for me...its all too much for me...i just wanna be normal...i wanna be able to do school and work and all that and not want to gucking kill myself over it...because i enjoy learning...i enjoy doing monotonous things like work...but i just fucking CANT i try so fucking hard and i just CANT...im on new meds that are supposed to help me with my executive function but they just dont work...nothing is working for me and it makes me feel fucking hopeless...i just want to be fucking normal...i wanna be normal in at least one way goddamnit...i just want to know what i should do with my life...what ill be, assuming that i even do anything with my life...i feel like im such a waste of space...i wish the world had space for me...i just feel crammed into this world, like i was never meant to exist...like the world would be a better place if i was never born...like i was the worst mistake ever made...

[imatinker]

Now that she was roped in working closer with Hopper and his business than she ever expected or wanted to be, there wasn’t really a need for her job at the repair shop, but Tink wasn’t quite ready to give up her normal life just yet. Doing so would be admitting that there was no out, that she was stuck in the mafia world for life. Which she feared that maybe she already was, but at least when she was busy at the shop or in class or with her friends she could at least partially pretend like things were still normal. So she kept her part time job, which was how she was spending her afternoon - tinkering on taking apart an old television at the counter while her coworkers dealt with the actual customers. There were only a few hours left of the shift, and the blonde intended to spend them dedicated to finding at least a few worthwhile parts in the otherwise dead machine. A familiar voice addressing her certainly wasn’t expected, though it was never unwelcomed. Glancing up at the older woman, Tink’s immediate grin dimmed ever so slightly at the question and serious tone in which Claire had asked it. “Yeah… Of course,” she agrees, setting down her screwdriver and standing up from her stool. “Just give me a second.” Moving to poke her head into the back office that was roped off with only a curtain, she called out that she was going to leave a bit early today but promised to come in tomorrow to make up the hours. There was a muffled reply allowing it from the shop owner and that was all Tink needed to turn back and grab her bag from the spot on the ground next to her work space. Coming around the counter, she nodded at Clarion once more and then tilted her head in the direction of the door. “I have my mom’s car, we can go for a ride, if you want?”

- timeskip -

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Things had shifted and her first concern was her girls. The was a small group of faires that she'd taken under her wing, wanting to make sure they were safe now that her identity had become known. She came to Tink's place of business to not bring about anything suspicious in case she was being watched. Still, to be certain she had the hood of her coat pulled up so that she wasn't so easily recognizable. The hunters knew no boundaries and Claire refused to give them an easy target. It wasn't until she saw Tink that she removed the cover, not wanting to alarm her too quickly. This was something she wanted to handle as calmly as possible. The last thing they needed was more people concerned for their safety. "Lovely, you're here," she said approaching the front desk. "Do you have a moment to talk?" Her eyes scanned where there was another patron and a co-worker of the younger female. This wasn't something she felt comfortable discussing around anyone she couldn't vouch for. "Privately?" Claire said in a lower voice so as to not be overheard but still show the seriousness of the situation.