#i imagine she's a freshman or sophomore in this scenario

[andrew-and-leyley]

scenario where when they were in highschool, ashley is invited to some popular boy's party as his date. andrew is pointedly not invited- he's kind of a loser, and the guy's ex left him because she was crushing on andrew.

ashley goes, despite andrew's protests.

party things ensue, and it all leads up to 7 minutes in heaven. ashley and mr popular go into the closet; she's a little excited, but really she's thinking about how she can't wait to tell andrew about the naughty shit she's about to get up to. she doesn't really care about mr popular at all- he's cute, in an andrew sort of way, she notes- and this is the first time she's ever really been asked out. she's the weird kid at school, it's always her and andy sitting by themselves at lunch, and... well, she doesn't really need anyone else, does she? andy can accept her for who she is, and if he doesn't, she can make him.

mr popular, though? she has nothing on him. she's barely ever glanced his way. the only positive thing she can attribute to him is that he's never outright bullied her or singled her out or whatever. and, weirdly, in his presence, the other kids who have done all of that shit, are quiet and even... nice?

of all the people at the party to be stuck in a closet with, he's the best one, she supposes.

maybe they start making out- he takes the lead. at first. she's not one to give up control so easily, and she can certainly make this a memorable time for him. in heated whisper, she offers to suck his dick. in the dark, she can see his surprise, but then his hands are fumbling over the zipper and button and- well, it's a little disappointing, if she's being honest.

she's seen a lot of dick in her life (that's what happens when you share a room with your brother), and it's.... well, it's fine. it's just not... his.

but it's whatever. she shrugs and gets down to her knees, and gives as good a blowjob as she can. only to jump away at the sudden light and the sound of riotous laughter from their classmates. mr popular is smirking- he's no longer cute, and the andrew charm is gone from him- and standing over her, his dick still out.

she's humiliated. her classmates are calling her a freak and a slut, mr popular is telling everyone how easy she is and how she begged him to suck his dick. weirdo, whore, and even an occasional bitch light her up from head to toe.

she leaves without saying anything, walking home in the dark on her own.

she's halfway there when she slows down, remembering that she was supposed to call andy to pick her up when she left. she'd promised him that. but it's only been... what? an hour tops?

humiliate her in front of her peers all you want- she won't be humiliated in front of andy. it takes her a few more minutes of walking to realize something else:

there's a car following her.

there's a very brief moment of panic (not even for her own safety, but if she gets kidnapped or some crazy shit, andy might never forgive her. worse, she might never see him again) before she realizes it's her mom's old, beat-up car.

looking through the windshield reveals andrew in all his "protective big brother" glory, and she stares him down as he drives up next to her. when the window rolls down, he greets her with a raised brow

he doesn't have to say anything; she pouts and walks around to the passenger side, sliding in. they sit there in silence for a minute before he reaches over her and buckles her in.

he'll ask her what happened to calling him, and she'll lie- say she forgot- in that way that andrew will know the truth regardless. he'll ask what went on at the party, and she'll be quiet.

part of her wants to tell him what she did- she knows she'll tell him eventually, anyways. they have no secrets from each other. but she's still embarrassed by the whole situation... still, even if andrew's ashamed of her, or reprimands her, it's better than not having his attention on her at all.

she'll cough up the truth, play it off as something funny and fucked up all at once, like she's always doing. andrew's hands will tense on the steering wheel, before one reaches out to hold onto her hand. he's pissed off, and she can tell, so she'll try to lighten the mood even more by saying how unimpressive mr popular's dick was compared to his.

andrew immediately pulls his hand away from her, and in a mix of flustered and angry, he curses at her, telling her to stop saying shit like that. it's a perfect distraction, his response. she knows exactly how to pull the reactions she wants from him, and given he knows about what happened, he probably feels bad enough for her to give in to whatever she wants. some sort of brotherly obligation.

she bothers him in the car the whole drive home, messing around and being stupid (she takes her buckle off a couple of times, andrew stopping the car to rebuckle her until he gives up. "die, then," he tells her, and she laughs. putting her feet up on the dashboard prompts another pull-over, where andrew is forced to get a little handsy in order to push her feet back down to the floor. etc etc)

the party's almost forgotten completely by the time they arrive, and it's only seeing her parents still awake that brings her back down from the high of the car ride. it forces her to remember that she wasn't gone long at all, and her mood sours again as she slides past her mother (not even a "welcome back" or a "how was the party" or a "you're back early") and her father (he spares her a glance and that's about it), back to her and andy's room

she's scowling and pouting in her bed as andrew comes in, turning the lights off. he climbs into his own bed, for all of a few minutes before he gets tired of her quietness.

"you okay?" he asks. she shrugs in the dark, and knows he can see it; she can feel his gaze on her. "want to..." he lifts his blanket up- an open invitation to share beds for the night.

he always kicks up a fuss when they share beds, now, and their mother definitely doesn't approve of it. (they're too old to do that now, or some other bullshit). but tonight he's offering, and it doesn't have to do with one of his nightmares or his insomnia, and it's... for her.

she leaves her bed behind quickly and practically pounces on him, preferring this over the party- even before it turned south. because tonight, andy is all hers. he wants her there. for now, at least.

[whitemilkandbacon]

Phoenix Drop High Rewrite Chapter 1

Hey guys, we got bored and became re-obsessed with Aphmau again so we decided to start re-writing some series starting with phoenix drop. We're currently waiting for the request for our joint ao3 account to go through but we thought we should upload it here since we're planning to update the tumbler with the fic a little bit before we update the ao3 in the future anyway! Make sure if you enjoy to follow us for more chapters and general Aphmau content!

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Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Aphmau desperately scanned the crowd of highschoolers, looking for anyone who was alone. Unfortunately for her, everyone was already grouped-off, pleasantly chatting about their summer break and exchanging wistful comments about their shared memories at previous schools. She sighed defeatedly as the fact began dawning on her that she was completely alone.

“Double fuck…” she let out a shaky breath, willing her legs to move forward and enter the grounds. Aphmau attempts to sneak past the groups of teens completely unnoticed, catching snippets of conversation causing her nerves to spike more than they already were. 

“...that delinquent group who keeps tagging the school…”

“...werewolves are actually at the school…”

“...the principal is actually insane…”

Her thoughts raced a million miles an hour with different ‘what if’ scenarios. Her overthinking was abruptly cut short by colliding with another student. She stumbled backwards quickly trying to regain her balance. She snapped her gaze upwards, locking onto the abrasive figure. 

“Um? Rude much?” 

He scowled and rolled his eyes purposely bumping her shoulder as he walked past continuing to look at his phone. 

She huffed making her way to the door, just wanting to find her lessons and get the day over with. 

“Just get in and get to class…things can only get better, Aphmau… you've got this…” she hyped herself up and grabbed onto the door’s handle. 

It didn’t budge. 

“You have to be fucking kidding me…”

She tried again however it remained firmly closed. She heard some giggles from behind her not helping with her current irritation. She snapped around to find the source of the giggling, finding a sophomore stood watching her struggle. 

“You know that's a push door right?” 

…

…

“...fuck…”

She felt heat rise to her cheeks, flushing her face a rosy-red. Irene, that was so embarrassing. 

“Don’t worry too much about it,” the sophomore soothed, a kind smile on her lips, “I did the same thing on my first day too.”

Aphmau fumbled with the hem off her sleeve, unsure how to resume. She wanted someone friendly to talk to so badly, however actually getting past the awkwardness seemed far more difficult than she could have ever imagined. It was different when she was online, there was no blank staring and uneasy silence, just letters typed out on a page with various emoticons to convey whatever she or her teammate was feeling.

“I’m Teony, by the way,” the other spoke, coaxing the freshman out of her anxious spiralling, “I’m a teacher’s aid, so if you need anything I’m quite happy to help. I can help you find your friends, if you need.”

The offer was well-meaning and genuine but Aphmau couldn’t help but wince. It wasn’t Teony’s fault that she was unaware of her friendless-status, but the reminder still stung all the same.

The silence stretched on between them, only interrupted by the din of constant chattering of other excited freshmen and the upperclassmen arriving and weaving past them to meet with their own circles of friends or to enter the school building. Aphmau watched as Teony’s expression remained perfectly patient and inviting, her cedar locks of hair framing her face perfectly.

“I.. um.. Sorry,” Aphmau laughed sheepishly, just to break the uncomfortable atmosphere that her lack of response had created. Peering up, she noted that Teony was still entirely unbothered at how difficult she was making this interaction seem, “I don’t have any friends here.”

To this, the older girl’s eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise, however her expression held no judgement. 

“None at all?” she commented curiously, and slapped a hand over her mouth in horror as if realising how blunt and rude that sounded, “Oh my Irene- I didn’t mean to offend you or anything, it’s just that people normally come to highschool with a previously-made friend group from middle-school… Not that not having an already-made friend group is anything to be worried about!”  

To both girls’ surprise, Aphmau just began to giggle. All of the nerves and frustrations of the morning finally overwhelming her, combined with the relief of seeing how Teony had stumbled and struggled with her wording, released a significant amount of weight on her shoulders that she wasn’t even aware she was carrying.

Teony blanched, momentarily looking extremely startled, before she too began to laugh. Nervous and unsure at first, more so joining in to try and understand what was so funny, but as the two continued to laugh it was as if something slotted into place and the strange tension dissolved for the air.

“I’m… I was homeschooled up until now,” Aphmau gasped out between bouts of laughter, a soft pink dusting her cheeks, “That’s why I don’t know anyone.”

Teony’s expression settled on something akin to genuine surprise and sympathy, her eyebrows subtly knitting together as the laughter faded and she prepared herself to speak once more.

“That makes sense,” she replied cheerfully, shrugging her shoulders back as if to shake the remnants of the prior awkwardness, “Well, you know me now! So you officially can’t say you know no-one!”

Aphmau smiled.

“Well since you didn’t get a map from your middle school, i guess i should show you around!” Teony made a move forward only for a teacher to call for her. 

“Teony!....homeroom…chaotic kids…my markers…help…” he panted out causing the sophomore to sigh. 

“I'm so sorry I have to go help. If you head inside, past the lockers you can probably find someone to help you there! Have a great first day!” she smiled running off to help the teacher.

“...just fucking perfect…” Aphmau sighed. “Alone once again…” she sulked making her way inside following Teony’s instructions. She tried to look on the bright side smiling as she realised maybe not everyone at the school was so bad. 

Smack. 

…nevermind..

Aphmau fell to the floor clutching her nose, hot pain shooting through her face.

“Fuck! What the shit?!” she glared up at the moss coloured locker door that suddenly appeared in front of her. “Does no one look where theyre fucking going?! Who the fuck opens a locker in someones face like that?!” Aphmau continued to angrily swear at the locker before a strikingly-blonde boy slowly peered out from around the side of the jade metal door. 

“Uhm… I’m sorry?” he murmured shakily.

She felt the sudden pang of despair as her face blanched, judging by the expression of deep guilt and sorrow, she’d just yelled at someone who had made a genuine mistake.  Of course, trust her luck.

To say that his eyes were blue would be the understatement of the century, they were so bright that she honestly felt a little uncomfortable. Beneath them, his tan cheeks were lightly dusted with golden freckles and an embarrassed blush was very quickly causing them to flush a rosy pink.

Aphmau paused, mouth slightly-agape. He was familiar in a way that she couldn’t name, something about the way his curly cowlick swooped down to obscure the tip of his right brow, how his eyes shone with the promise of an apology, how she suddenly found herself unable to speak.

“Oh…” she took the boy’s outstretched hand, unsure when it had been lended to her and tried to recover from whatever that was, “Don’t worry about it too much, I guess. But for future reference, maybe be more careful when you’re opening your locker.”

Laughing somewhat tensely, the other half-closed the offending door, revealing more of himself in the process. He was tall, with a filled-out frame that she wouldn’t have expected from someone of his age, and his uniform looked worn in a way that suggested this wasn’t his first year at Phoenix Drop.

His face morphed into a strained smile, obviously still guilty about whacking her straight in the nose. With a well-meaning sigh, he agreed, “Honestly, you’re right. I wasn’t thinking, sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She shrugged, glad that the throbbing of her nose had basically disappeared entirely, “Eh. I’m tough, so it doesn’t hurt anymore, really,” as she continued to discreetly scan his appearance, she still couldn’t shake the thought that he was awfully familiar, “Well, I’d like to at least know the name of my assailant.”

The wince Aphmau got in response to her joke told her that maybe it wasn’t as funny as she’d intended, still, a jab at one’s ego didn’t hurt as much as a locker door to the face, she would know. 

“My name’s Garroth, Garroth Ro’Maeve. I’m still sorry about the locker by the way, really sorry,” he pulled the last textbook out of his locker and stuffed it inside of his bag, “I’m a Sophomore, so if you need any help with anything, it’s the least I can do,” there was a brief silence, in which his brows furrowed and he seemed to come to a conclusion unbeknownst to Aphmau, “...especially for such a stunning girl.”

Once again, she was speechless.

“Ga-roth!” A voice trilled from somewhere behind Aphmau, the strange pronunciation of Garroth’s name not going unnoticed from either of them. She watched in quiet curiosity as his body seemed to initially relax and then immediately tense.

Upon turning, she was met with the sight of three girls, two sharing a vague resemblance in their faces and the other disinterested, completely engrossed in whatever was on her phone. The one who’d called Garroth’s name - however weirdly she’d said it - had the aura akin to a bird-of-prey, with the confidence of a lion. Her teeth-baring grin and vibrant magenta hair did nothing to dispel this image.

The other, who shared some indiscernible resemblance to her, stood with her arms firmly folded across her chest, scowling. The phone-intrigued girl still made no effort to raise her head, even as the other two came even closer to Aphmau and Garroth.

“Ga-roth, did you not hear me, love?” she practically whined, encircling her arm around the sleeve of his blazer. Aphmau internally pulled a face, finding her display of affection uncomfortable for both her and other unfortunate onlookers and Garroth, who also seemed a bit out of his depth, attempting to subtly and kindly un-intertwine their his arm from hers.

Not taking the hint, she merely held on a little tighter, judging from the sudden increase in proximity. She reached to fix Garroth’s blazer lapel, casting her eye over to Aphmau and raking her piercing gaze up her. Never before had Aphmau felt like a scientific specimen, but she supposed there was a first for everything.

“Uh, what was that, Ivy?” Garroth finally stuttered out, looking a little bewildered and unsure.

“Nothingggg!” she sang, beaming, before she returned that frosty glare to Aphmau. “Who’s she?” She spat, glacial eyes narrowing in disdain.

Garroth followed Ivy’s eyeline to Aphmau, making direct eye-contact with her. 

“The freshmans? Oh! That’s…” he trailed off, realising rather quickly that he didn’t yet know her name. She continued to hold his gaze while he searched for an answer and merely raised her brow humorously, as if to say ‘Really? You hit me in the face with a locker and you don’t even know my name?’

“Aphmau,” she finished for him, just glad to put him out of his misery as even she was starting to feel sorry for the guy, “And you must be Ivy!”

Surprisingly, Ivy’s cold gaze filled with warmth and delight. She flicked her eyes from Aphmau to Garroth and then back to Aphmau.

“He spoke about me?” she asked, unable to stop her face from spreading into a wide and sickeningly lovestruck grin.

“No,” Aphmau corrected, watching with self-serving glee as all of Ivy’s hopes and dreams were crushed before her very eyes, “He said your name just now when you spoke so…”

“Oh, I’m surprised he didn’t mention me,” she seethed, “Seeing as we have such an extensive relationship.”

Garroth visibly winced, which Aphmau had to feign a cough at to hide her outburst of laughter. Luckily, Ivy didn’t see through her deception, instead she remained stationary, arms firmly crossed beneath her breast and teal eyes boring holes into Aphmau’s own. She then watched as the amusement briefly drained from the girl’s face, her gaze focussing on the gap between Aphmau’s nose and cupid’s bow. At the same time, the girl in question felt something hot drip from her right nostril.

“Looks like someone’s got a nosebleed!” One of the other girls, who had a vague resemblance to Ivy, exclaimed snarkily, pointing at where Aphmau could feel hot syrupy-liquid gathering beneath her nose. Tentatively, she brushed her white sleeve against her nose, not at-all surprised when it came back stained a deep crimson.

“Oh my Irene!” Garroth gasped, mouth remaining agape in a mixture of guilt and alarm. He took a few steps forwards, entirely disentangling himself from Ivy’s toxic grip, “I’ll take you to the nurse. I’m so so sorry!”

“No need, Ga-roth,” Ivy chirped, eyes narrowed and sinister, “Me and the girls were heading that way to class, anyway. We’ll drop her off.”

Aphmau watched as Garroth glanced from her to Ivy, his expression strained and torn. She could practically watch the debate going on in his brain plain as day on his face.

“Would that be okay, Aphmau?” the blonde asked, fiddling with the lapel of his blazer awkwardly, “Ivy’s a good friend of mine, you can trust her. It’s just my class is on the complete opposite end of the school to the Nurse’s Office and I really don’t want to be late on my first day back…”

Admittedly, Aphmau could think of nothing worse than Ivy and her pack of equally petty friends but she could tell that Garroth was already antsy to get to his lesson and by asking him to take her instead, she’d be putting him in a more stressful situation than he already was. Not to mention, she was too nervous to actually voice her dislike for Ivy and her gang just yet, so there wasn’t any hope of avoiding it anyway.

“Yeah!” She breathed, hoping that her false optimism was at least somewhat believable. “That’s great, actually. So great.”

Garroth was either dense enough that he couldn’t see through her obvious lies, or for his own sake he was choosing to ignore it. With a wane smile he looked gratefully to Aphmau and then Ivy, who beamed sickeningly-sweetly at him, before he lugged his backpack onto his shoulder and slammed his locker shut, twisting the key until a satisfying click sounded. He then started off past Aphmau and towards some grand-looking stairs, at his departure, Aphmau felt her breath hitch in her throat.

“So…” Aphmau finally said after an uncomfortably long silence, “Where abouts is the Nurse’s Office.”

Neither party moved, instead the three girls in front of her exchanged glances, silently communicating something that she couldn’t decipher. If she didn’t feel alienated before, she certainly did now.

“Oh… it’s like… this way…” the girl with long ebony locks drawled, icy-blue eyes shifting lazily to the direction from whence they’d came.

“Lily, we have to actually take her, you know?” Ivy hissed, nudging Lily harshly enough to consider it a shove. The other girl, Lily, didn’t seem phased at all, instead using the push to step into action. 

Much to Aphmau’s irritation, the girls lead her through the school, giggling and whispering the entire time. Although it was obvious already by the other’s distaste for the freshman, the giggling had confirmed the fact that they were planning something but in Aphmau’s eyes she didn't care, just wanting to go to the nurse to deal with her bloodied nose. 

So it was safe to say she was confused when the three older girls stopped at the front of school. Lily roughly grabbed Aphmau, pushing her forward and causing her to stumble. She struggled to maintain her balance, snapping her head to glare at the three who stood giggling at her. Anger and embarrassment flashed through her as other students stopped to stare at the scene. 

Don't they have anything better to do?! She thought sourly.

“If I were you freshman I'd go home and transfer.” Ivy giggled bitterly. 

Aphmau became aware of how loud she was being. Everyone was staring at them. Each set of eyes she could see watching her, either smirking, giggling, or cringing on her behalf. It filled her with an overwhelming feeling of dread. Still, she couldn't help but want to sock the two of them. She would love nothing more than to punch those stupid smirks off their faces, give them a broken nose to match her. She balled her fists at her side, clenching her jaw.

“Everyone knows what a pathetic and embarrassing freak you are.” she laughed, turning to walk away. 

“Irene knows she doesn't belong here.” Alex spat, giggling with Ivy as they walked to class.

Aphmau’s face felt hot. What the fuck. She felt her hand trembling, tears welling in her eyes as she struggled to contain her anger. Everyone was watching. All those eyes looking on with pity or amusement. 

She could never show her face here again. She could never show her face in this town again. But if she went home now her Mum would be so disappointed. She promised she'd try today. She’d- 

Someone tapped her shoulder lightly “Uhm… are you oka-”

“Fuck! Can you just mind your own fucking business?! Does every-fucking-body in public school have to be involved in absolutely everything?! Can’t I even get to the stupid fucking Nurse’s office without some total dipshit bothering me or fucking assaulting me, either verbally or physically?! So what in Irene’s name could you possibly want?!” Aphmau practically screamed at this total stranger, causing the final stragglers heading to class to down-right glare. Aphmau shot a withering look right back in their direction and the gaggle of students finally decided to mind their own business. 

The poor boy she’d just ripped into stood there struggling for words. 

“I’m... sorry?” he spluttered, rubbing his glassy eyes. 

Aphmau sighed, guilt eating at her. It wasn't his fault that Ivy had a vile personality or that her day was fucking shit. 

“Sorry… none of that was your fault…” she grumbled out, ready to just go and look for the Nurse herself, but not before the golden-brown haired boy spoke up once more. 

“Uhm wait! Do you need me to take you to the nurse?” He offered, somewhat sheepishly.

She turned around, narrowing her eyes at him. 

“Why do you care?” she spat. 

His heterochromatic eyes shone with surprise, blatantly bewildered by Aphmau's response. 

“Well your nose is still bleeding pretty bad and it's obvious Ivy wasn’t showing you…” he blinked, not quite registering her harsh tone. 

Aphmau stared at the older student for a moment, a small laugh of disbelief escaping from her. She shook her head with a sigh.

 “Just…show me the nurses office..” she spoke slowly, completely defeated. 

The other took the lead, walking just a few paces ahead of her. It was a little awkward, but at least it gave her time to properly look at the first person who wasn’t being a complete nuisance to her that day.

His eyes were peculiar, they were primarily a pale sage with a jutting portion of cerulean blue striking through his left iris. If she wasn’t mistaken, it almost looked like he’d had eyeliner on, the remnants sticking to his waterline from the previous day. The older boy’s hair parted into well-styled curtains and had a shine to it that suggested he took his hair care very seriously.

The welcome silence was soon broken as the tanned boy suddenly began a spiel about soccer and the sports teams available at Phoenix Drop. Unwilling to contribute due to sheer social exhaustion, she merely nodded along as the one-sided conversation steered from techniques of kicking a soccer ball, to the fashion associated it, to then men’s fashion in general.

A brief walk and a lengthy explanation on ‘why having good taste in fashion doesn’t mean you’re attracted to men’ later, Aphmau was finally sat in the Nurse's office with a tissue to her nose, waiting for the bleeding to stop. After the nurse had checked she wasn't concussed and there were no further injuries, other than her wounded pride, she was left now with a rather-chatty sophomore  smiling at her. 

“My name is Laurance, by the way! I'm sorry Ivy didn't give you the warmest of welcomes to the school but I promise we're not all like that!” 

Aphmau rolled her eyes in response, completely doubting the statement.

 “I'm sure you're not…” she mumbled sarcastically. 

There was a moment of awkward silence before Laurance spoke up again. “Soooo freshman, what school did you go to? Do you know anyone here or share classes with any of your middle school friends?” 

“Irene, you just want to know everything, huh?” she narrowed her eyes. He attempted to hide the wince that crossed his face and Aphmau sighed, reminding herself that her foul mood wasn't his fault…yet… 

“No. I was homeschooled.” she replied bluntly. 

“Oh!” he raised his eyebrows in surprise, and something else that she couldn’t quite decipher. “That's so cool- uhm… What's your name? I feel a bit weird calling you Freshman when I'm trying to have a conversation with you.” he rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. 

A small smile crept onto Aphmau's face. Although a bit awkward, Laurence seemed friendly enough. “Aphmau. It's nice to meet you, Laurance.” 

“Aphmau huh? A pretty name for a pretty girl.” 

Nevermind. She instantly took back anything and everything nice she’d thought about Laurance. Despite her irritation, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She opened her mouth to rip this sophomore a new one but unfortunately not before the nurse came back.

“The bleeding should've stopped now. Head to homeroom now and come back to see me if your nose starts bleeding again or you start feeling lightheaded or dizzy.” She smiled while shooing the two out of the room.

“Shit. I don't even have my schedule yet.” Aphmau swore, causing Laurance to chuckle a little. 

“Come on. I'll show you to the office to grab your schedule and then I'll take you to your homeroom.” he offered with a genuine beam.

After enduring Laurance’s incessant chattering about topics she frankly didn’t care for and occasional flirts for the better part of ten minutes, she had finally gotten her schedule and her social battery was completely drained. Despite herself, she thanked Laurance for his help and quickly walked into her assigned homeroom classroom, sitting down in the only available seat. Thankfully, her teacher was still fumbling about with his laptop, struggling to set it up to the projector so it wouldn't be a problem about how late she was. 

She let out a sigh of relief sinking into her chair. Finally , a moment to breathe…

“Ahem…” a shy voice cleared their throat. 

…are you fucking serious…

“Hi! Im uh- I’m Travis! What's your name?” The emerald-eyed boy asked shakily. 

Aphmau slowly looked up, her right eye twitching in irritation. The boy sat next to her visibly tensed, obviously nervous and regretting his decision to initiate a conversation. 

“I'm sorry! Just ignore me!” Travis squawked out , slipping off his chair, almost falling before turning back to look down at his desk. Aphmau couldn't help the small amused smile crossing her face at the boy’s behaviour, washing away her previous irritation. 

“No need to apologise Travis. I’m Aphmau!” she smiled politely. “I'm sorry I’ve had a bit of a stressful morning…” she giggled awkwardly. The boy's face lit up as she spoke to him. 

“Oh no no it's fine! Sorry! I'm just so glad you're talking to me!” he spoke excitedly. “I don't really know anyone and I don't want to be alone…” he confessed.

Her smile widened in excitement. “Oh my irene, me too!” 

Travis chuckled, matching her sudden burst of energy. “Oh thank Irene! What do you say we be like not..alone buddies?” he spoke, sounding unsure about the name cringing slightly. 

Aphmau giggled. “You know what? That sounds perfect, not alone buddy.” 

Aphmau and Travis began to talk about hobbies and interests, getting hyper off of each other's excitement. It didn't take long to find their mutual love for video games. 

“Video games are always such a great way to find people with similar interests!” the white haired boy smiled brightly. 

“Yeah, I mean I have this friend called FC who I've been messaging for years and we met playing together online!” she spoke happily in response. 

“And that brings me to the first point of discussion for today's homeroom session.” The teacher stood right behind them listening to their conversation. The two freshmen jumped in their own skin. 

“Welcome to your first year of phoenix drop high school. Today we’ll be discussing internet safety and stranger danger.” his voice remained monotone as he locked eyes with the two teens.

Are you fucking serious…

[punks-never-die205]

The anon who mentioned the Punks marking their height on the main mast reminds me of a memory that lives rent free in my head.

I'm 5'3" and my younger brother (by 2yrs) is 5'9" I think. We went to the same high school. By the time I was a senior he was a sophomore, and since he didn't have a car yet I was the one who would drive him home with me when the school day was over.

I walked up to him one day after school while he was talking to his buddies.

Me: "Hey, you ready to go?"

Bro: "Yeah, give me a minute"

I turn to get to my car and wait for him and I hear his buddies all like

Friend: "Dude, why is a freshman driving you home?" *Freshman are not allowed to drive until they're sophomores and are at least 16 yrs old

Bro: "That's my sister, she's 18 and a senior"

Friend: "That's your sister? She looks so young and short"

Me to myself: "Should I be insulted or flattered?"

But yeah, every time I think about that moment I can't help but imagine a similar scenario happening to Wire and maybe even Heat.

P.S. I still get mistaken for someone who's younger than they actually look. Not sure if I have good genetics or if it's due to being born premature🤷‍♀️ Hope I still look good when I reach my mid 30's

I hope you still look good in your mid 30s as well - and I hope it's not a long-suffering sort of thing either.

Because to that, I can relate. I've been fighting for my age since I was 16 and had to pull my learner's permit out to prove to some 12 year olds I was actually older than them. 😩

43 and I've not outrun this particular issue. I even got stopped by the police at 32 for "skipping school" cause they thought I was 18 (or younger, I did not ask)

But hey, another 10 years and I might actually get mistaken for 30. Here's hoping.

[callahanisms]

eddie munson relationship head canons

i binged stranger things season 4 and i’ve fallen in love with eddie, the charming man he is. so here are some relationship head canons i have in mind with him. i’d imagine (y/n) to be about two years younger than eddie in this specific scenario. regardless by season 4, (y/n) is 18.

you and eddie munson had history. you were aware of each other’s existences because you lived nearby his trailer at forest hills trailer park. you were wondering what he was listening to on one spring day. “you can come listen with me if you want.” that was your introduction to metal music.

after he introduced you to metal music, he also introduced you to his favorite game: dungeons and dragons. you were very much into it as someone who had a vivid imagination and d&d gave you a great outlet to unleash all of your pent up creativity.

even after your family moved out of the trailer park and to a house when your dad got a better job, you didn’t stop hanging out with eddie. you would bike over to meet up with him.

then your mom said she didn’t want you hanging out with him anymore when you were in middle school. when you asked why, she didn’t say anything other than “he’s a bad influence!”

that could be further from the truth.

“typical. i’m not surprised.” eddie leans against the chair. you had snuck out to meet up with him. by now, you’ve developed a fool proof plan to never get caught.

“i don’t get it. now because they move they’re suddenly worried about fitting in with the other families?” you shake your head.

“you can change the outside. but you will never change what’s in here.” he points to where your heart is.

“i would never. freaks for life?” you put your fist out.

eddie bumps his with yours. “freaks for life.”

that promise did not last very long.

being bullied was not easy for you. your peers would call you a variety of names that made you want to cry. you stopped counting how many nights you cried yourself to sleep.

some people even had the audacity to question your sexuality. it wasn’t any of their business who you were attracted to.

“don’t listen to any of them. they don’t know what they’re talking about.” eddie reassured. “they’re conformists. they don’t have a single original thought unlike you.” he gently places his hand on the top of your head. “your mind is gorgeous and they can’t comprehend how amazing it is. and how amazing you are.”

you felt a warm and fuzzy feeling fill your body. “thanks eddie. i really needed it.” you wipe away your tears.

“should we continue with planning this campaign?”

“obviously.” you roll your eyes sarcastically before laughing.

except the pressure became too much for you. you said fuck it to being bullied and threw in the towel.

the summer between your freshman and sophomore year of high school, you bought new clothes, new products to use for your hair. on top of that, you had plans to start joining more...mainstream clubs, doing more mainstream hobbies.

you had completely reinvented yourself over the summer and everyone could not stop looking at you when you walked into the hallways on that first day of school. even steve harrington couldn’t resist talking to you.

“you know (y/n), you’re so funny. you should totally come to tomorrow’s party.” steve leaned against the lockers.

“party?” you would never think about getting invited to a party. it would never happen with the old you. the...immature you.

“tommy hagan’s party. maybe you’ll even put some sense into his head and get him and carol to stop making out twenty-four-seven.” he stands up straight. “i’ll see you tomorrow night, ‘kay!” he begins walking away before turning around. “do you need me to pick you up?”

“oh yeah. silly me. i haven’t gotten my license yet.” you sigh.

“alright. you can tell me your address later in english!”

you sigh dreamily. you didn’t have a crush on steve. but damn. he was just...addicting? was that the right word? you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, remove yourself from the conversation. he was just so charismatic!

“um what the fuck?” a hand touched your shoulder, turning you around. you hadn’t seen eddie all summer because you were busy.

“eddie! hey! i haven’t see you in a while.” you look around to make sure no one notices you talking to eddie munson of all people.

“i see you’re busy being all cozy with steve harrington. and you completely switched up on dressing. and you haven’t talked to me all summer.” he crosses his arms.

“well...i just needed some alone time. and i also went on vacation.” which was true. very true. “and there’s nothing wrong with steve-”

“he’s a douchebag (y/n). you know this. i know this.”

“well i don’t actually know because i didn’t really talk to him-”

“also what’s up with you joining track?” he purses his lips.

“i just wanted a new hobby. you know. i have d&d but i thought something at school would just be...better.”

“sure. i’ll see you at lunch.” he didn’t sound too happy.

sadly, it didn’t take too long for you two to grow distant. you were tired of being bullied. that’s why you decided to join the popular crowd, become friends with the likes of chrissy cunningham and jason carver. people that eddie hated with a burning passion. you didn’t understand why. jason was...cool. (well he had a lot of things to work on) chrissy was genuinely nice. the two of you bonded and you learned a lot about her, her home life, and how unbearable her mother was. there was a genuine bond between the two of you.

and eventually, you hid away your d&d books, threw away your character sheets, and stopped talking to eddie overall. aside from school of course where you developed a bit of a...mean streak.

you didn’t mean to. it was peer pressure that got to you, the influence of other people. but eddie felt his heart drop to his stomach when he heard the malice laced in your voice as you called him and his friends, “freaks!”

it was a clear sign of projection. but also he got it. he understood. and he wouldn’t push it.

you didn’t want to interact with him. so he wouldn’t.

things really changed once billy hargrove came to town.

he was the new popular kid. and you heard him say things you didn’t agree with on a moral standpoint. well, it wasn’t even a moral standpoint.

you left that crowd. and in your attempt to stop being bullied, you lost yourself. you didn’t know who you were anymore. and that was your first priority: finding yourself again.

of course after being dragged into defeating the monsters that haunted hawkins.

senior year at hawkins high felt...different. probably because you had come to terms with the side of you you shut out. the “immature” side of you.

the unfortunate circumstances of chrissy’s death brought you to reunite with eddie. and he didn’t expect to see you with steve, dustin, robin, and max.

“of all people. (y/n) (l/n).” he scoffs as he opens a can of beer. “i didn’t think you would come looking for me. outside of hunting me down for playing a fantasy game.”

“well of course i was worried about you. why wouldn’t i be?”

“you made it perfectly clear how you felt these last two years.”

it was awkward for the rest of the group, noticing the tension between you two. and eddie was pretty hostile towards you. he begrudgingly talked to you since you were one of the few people willing to interact with him.

he did wish it was you chasing him rather than jason carver and his friends though.

everything changed when you...well, willingly jumped after your friends into the upside down. seeing you jump down after robin and nancy gave him the reality check he needed. it was stupid to hold a grudge. besides, he didn’t want you to die.

vecna’s bats manage to not talk you out. the stamina you had built up during track allowed you to chip off the life of a bat bit by bit. of course nothing would compare to steve just tearing the bat to shreds with his bare hands.

finding safe haven for a brief moment gave you the private moment you needed with eddie. “eddie...look, i know we’ve been friends for a while. for a long time actually. and...i’m sorry. i’m sorry i treated you like garbage. and for calling you a freak. i guess in reality i was the real freak.”

eddie sighs. “we’re both freaks. and i’m sorry for being hostile.”

“no, no. i deserve it at the very least.”

eddie leans looks at you in the eyes as you two continue to walk. “you know (y/n)...i really liked you. like a lot. and i like you as you are right now. but i also really liked the old you. and i wish i told you sooner.”

you stopped walking as it began to process in your brain. “what...?”

“forget i said anything.” eddie felt his cheeks become hot with embarrassment. you guys were in the upside down! now wasn’t the time to be confessing and stuff!

“eddie! eddie wait!” you moved quickly to catch up to him, grabbing his wrist. he turned around to face you. “i...well, i did like you.”

did. that was the only word he could focus on.

“and...i thought my feelings died a long time ago! but being with you has...reinvigorated them. and reminded me how amazing you are.”

eddie blinked. he was surprised. “well...if we get out of here then we should totally like go on a date. or driving around, listening to music. or maybe even just grab a bite to eat-”

“hey! (y/n)! eddie! stop it!” steve yelled. “save the confessions for after we escape the upside down!”

nothing changes when you’re in a relationship with eddie. you two do a lot of the things you used to do as friends. this time, it just has underlying romance between you two.

sometimes you guys get into silly arguments about music. you have developed an appreciation and love of pop music. eddie rolls his eyes but he can’t help but admit that your song choices were great and he loves listening to them.

his kisses are surprisingly gentle. it’s full of love for you and every kiss leaves you breathless.

eddie also goes out of his way to make you feel like the most special person in the world. he’s always complimenting you on your outfit, on your hair, your smile. he’s so in love with every part of you.

when eddie meets your parents for the first time in years, your dad is quick to welcome him with open arms. your mom is a little on the apprehensive side.

regardless, eddie loves eating at your house. the food is seasoned and delicious. and in general, he loves eating ethnic cuisine. if your culture’s food is non-white, then he’s down with it! eddie will try anything once but he’s also not a picky eater.

if you let him, he will do things for you. for example, your hair or if you wear makeup or even just letting him pick out outfits for you. he does all of these things with precision and amazing skill!

he’s also very cuddly. cuddling with him is comforting and he also smells great to you. usually he’s big spoon but once in a while, you like to be the big spoon.

[manunelle]

High School AU! {Ikesen/Scenario}

I finally finished an essay about brazilian portuguese phonology, so I decided to reward myself by writing cute stuff SHUDHUSHSUDAHS I’ve thought about this scenario ever  since I started playing Ikesen (back in 2017, good lord), but I never had the time to write them. 

I am thinking really hard if I should turn these into a fanfic or not. Depends on how much time I have to write :( 

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, bullying, violence (?MC kicks asses in this scenario lol).

MC moves from her hometown after her parents’ death, and starts to live all by herself. She enters the new school as a sophomore, and has some trouble making friends because she is seen as delinquent by other students. lol. She’s kind of cold towards girls and is always seen shouting at boys (because they are always assholes to her), so everybody kind of knows not to mess with her. She spends lunchtime all alone either on the school rooftop or at the library, and, even though she denies it, she feels lonely. 

One day, when she’s on her way to the library, she sees a gray-haired boy getting bullied by some jackass. She kind of saves him by hitting the bully’s head against a locker and knocking him out and drags the poor thing to a safer place (aka the rooftop).

The boy thanks her and introduces himself as Ishida Mitsunari, a freshman. She’s like “whatever dude” and goes back to her alone time.

 After that, things start to get weird. And MC kind of gets annoyed by Mitsunari’s friends.

 Hideyoshi, a senior, misunderstands the whole situation and thinks that MC was the one who tried to bully his precious kouhai-kun. He goes after MC and tries to scold her, but she just puts her headphones on and ignores him,enraging him more. Big bro tries to touch her shoulder to get her attention back on the discussion, only to be flipped over on his back by an angered MC. 

boi. he is so mad.

 However, Mitsunari stops the whole argument and fixes the misunderstanding and Hideyoshi feels embarrassed for being such an ass. He tries to apologize but MC has already left. 

 She also meets Ieyasu and Masamune. Ieyasu, a freshman, is always hiding (from his lovely friends lol) at the library, and he and MC have a passive-aggressive relationship because once they wanted to rent the same book (btw, MC won this fight). Masamune, a junior, is also constantly at the library, but only to drag his friend out of there (Poor yasu). He’s always hitting on MC, but, since he hasn’t exceeded the limit of her patience, she hasn’t kicked his ass yet. Yet. 

One week after the “kick Hideyoshi’s ass” incident, she meets Ranmaru by bumping into him and preventing him from falling on his face. Just like an otoge hero lol. Ranmaru tries so hard to be her friend that it’s almost ridiculous. By coincidence, perhaps, he and Mitsunari are in the same class, so now MC has two baby boys trying to blind her with their brightness. They are so precious that she just can’t be rude to them, but she’s not exactly their friend. She just prevents them from tumbling around the school and from getting their asses beat up by the other (assholes) students.

 One day, when she’s leaving the school building, Ranmaru and Mitsunari are trying to convince her to go to the karaoke with them and their friends, but she’s like “No. I have things to do, bye.”. Then, they end up meeting with Hideyoshi, Masamune, Ieyasu and two other boys that she can’t recognize. 

She tries to pass through them, but is stopped by Hideyoshi, who tries to apologize again. She rolls her eyes and says that she has already forgotten about the whole issue and just wants to get home. Then one of the boys, the black-haired gorgeous one, approaches and looks at her with interest, a wicked smile on his face. He takes her chin between his fingers, not caring about his friends eyes upon them, and invites her to karaoke and maybe later to a more secluded place, just the two of them…

She kicks him on the balls. All the boys wince.

 Hideyoshi tries to pick a fight with her. “How dare you do that to Nobunaga-san!” The awaited “Hideyoshi vs MC pt.2” happens and ends with the brown-haired boy passed out on the floor. 

 A silver-haired boy and Masamune are almost vomiting from laughing so hard, and MC just stares at them like the piece of shit they are. The black-haired boy, Nobunaga, is still on the floor, clutching his crotch with shaking hands and pained tears pricking on the corner of his eyes. Ieyasu has his mouth hanging open, staring at MC with wide eyes. Mitsunari is confused, and Ranmaru is awaiting her next move with anticipation. She sighs and leaves school grounds, swearing that one of these days she really is going to become a murderer.

 She gets home in one piece, and is greeted by a message from her neighbour, Sasuke, who saw her arrival through the window. He is probably one of the only people that she can have a conversation without aging 10 years due to annoyance. Unfortunately, he studies in a school across the city, so she doesn’t really have a lot of chances to talk to him besides messages.

 Sasuke shares a rent-house with four other guys that she has yet to meet, and he says that they are good friends. He is always inviting MC to hang out with them, but she always refuses the offer. Most of the time, it’s because she’s way too tired to stay up late to watch “Kenshin-san” beating some random dude, but she also is afraid of not fitting in. My girl has some issues. :( 

This day had been more tiresome than the others, so she goes to sleep earlier than usual. She wakes up with a lot of messages from Sasuke asking if she’s okay, a lot of messages from Ranmaru and Mitsunari asking if she wanna meet before school (how they got her number is still a mystery)and, surprisingly, she has been added to a groupchat called “Azuchi gang”.

 No.

 She leaves the group. Mitsuhide adds her back. 

Nooooooooooooooooooooo.

 She spends the next three weeks trying to hide from the seven boys, who, for some reason, start to follow her everywhere. Everywhere. On the rooftop, behind the library bookshelves, between the outside bushes, and for Christ's sake she swears that she has seen Masamune and Mitsuhide smirking at her through the glassdoor of her classroom.

 She just wants peace. :)

 One day, Ranmaru drags her to have lunch with them and she kind of just accepts her destiny, too tired to fight. Then, one day turned into another, and another, and she started to have lunch with them everyday, getting to know them better. However, in no way she is their friend. She doesn’t really consider them friends, but they think the contrary. 

For some reason, boys stop harassing her, one day appearing all beaten at school. She looks at them with an arched eyebrow, not noticing her acquaintances (as she likes to call the group) glaring at the boys behind her back.

 Ironically, girls start to treat her worse, insulting her behind her back but loud enough for her to hear and hiding/stealing her stuff. She soon realizes that it’s because they are jealous of the group’s affection, so, to stop the new and annoying behavior of her bitch classmates, she stops hanging out with them, ignoring them at school and also their messages. 

Unaccustomed with loneliness after weeks of hanging out with the boys, she ends up accepting Sasuke’s offer of hanging out. She goes to his house and she meets his friends, soon discovering that her headache will only turn worse. 

Yukimura is an annoying shit. Shingen is a flirting shit. Kenshin is a killer shit. Yoshimoto is a fashion shit. Wait, fashion. Oh, wow. She kind of gets along with Yoshimoto, engaging in conversation about clothes and art. 

Kenshin doesn’t like her until he discovers that she can kick ass. He loves her now.

 She soon learns to recognize Shingen’s flirting lines as a way of being funny (despite failing miserably lol), reminding her a bit of Masamune and Nobunaga. 

Yukimura is still an annoying shit. Just kidding dhuhduhdsuhsa They have an “I’ll annoy you until you start crying but if someone else do it i’ll kick their ass” relationship. It’s really precious.

They have their own groupchat, btw

Despite having new friends and hanging out with them after school, she still misses the other guys and feels bet about ignoring them. However, her things are still going missing and she can’t just point fingers and beat the shit of an annoying brat (despite wanting to). So she continues to ignore their existences. 

Unfortunately, one day her backpack ends up in the school’s pool, and Mitsuhide finds out about the whole missing objects and bullying stuff. Despite wanting to tease her as a way to take out his anger on MC, he knows that she is sad and trying really hard not to cry, so he just hugs her. This way, she can cry without anyone seeing, right? ;) 

The missing objects reappear on her locker, and she tries to pretend to be surprised. She doesn’t do a good job. She starts hanging out with the group again, and this time she recognizes them as her friends.

 It’s almost weird how she has changed from “how should I kill you” to “heeeey, Hideyoshi-san, let’s go to that crepe stall after class”.

 Hideyoshi thinks she’s cute, just like a little sister, and protects her behind the curtains.

 She and Masamune are bffs, always playing around and annoying the shit out of Ieyasu, who tries to hide the fact that he thinks she’s a lot cuter now that she smiles all the time than before. 

Mitsunari is her adopted son, thank you very much. If you try to mess with him, she might throw you off the building’s last level. 

Mitsuhide is always teasing her, but is always careful to not go too far. Students once saw the two entering a shady alley, and due to their reputations, could only imagine the dirty things they were doing there. Excuse you, how dare you call feeding cats dirty? 

Nobunaga thinks she’s hot. She also thinks she’s hot. They once kissed, but they decided that they are better as friends. 

Ranmaru kind of has a crush on her, but is afraid of ruining their friendship by confessing it. He also knows about her and Nobunaga, but doesn’t know that they are far from a relationship. Poor thing. :( 

She continues to hang with the Echigo squad, of course.

 MC and Yoshimoto are bffs. They always go shopping together and share their opinions on each other's clothes. She vented about the Nobunaga kiss situation to him, and he gave a lot of advice and hugs. He’s such a good friend, omg.

 Once, she went to watch Kenshin’s martial arts tournament, cheering on him the whole time. He tried so hard not to smile when he heard her shouts. After he won the golden medal, the whole gang went out for ice cream to celebrate the victory.

 Shingen knows about the Nobunaga kiss situation, and makes sure that she knows how hard he disapproves of it. Sometimes she thinks that she has two overprotective older brothers, Hideyoshi and Shingen.

 She hangs out with Yuki and Sasuke some nights. She goes to their house and they lay on the couch, watching whatever is going on on the tv and talking about anything. Yuki lays his head on her lap and his legs on Sasuke’s lap, so it’s a little hard to leave. Once, Kenshin got home from practice and saw the three passed out on the couch. Their expressions were so cute that he couldn’t resist from taking some pictures and sharing them on their groupchat. 

The thing is: both groups don’t know about the existence of the other. lol

 Echigo’s gang knows that she has friends at school, but they don’t think she’s as close to them as she is to them. 

Azuchi’s gang have their offers of hanging out at night often refused by her, but they just think that she is too tired or has strict parents on her neck. Once, Ranmaru and Hideyoshi saw she hanging out with Yuki and Sasuke and got jealous mad, but, despite trying to follow them, they lost their track (thanks to Sasuke, who thought they were trying to pick a fight adshsuhdsauhdsa). 

They didn’t ask about the boys, afraid of making her uncomfortable. However, they did share the news with the rest of the group. Overprotective friends on. 

One Saturday night, she goes to the karaoke with Echigo’s gang. She’s having a great time, watching Yukimura and Sasuke singing shoujo anime songs with high pitched-voices while talking about school stuff with Yoshimoto and Kenshin (Shingen’s flirting with the waitress), until she sees her other group of friends entering the place. She waves at them, smiling, and the groups look at each other with surprise and rage.

 Fortunately, it turns out that they know each other. Unfortunately, it turns out that they hate each other. 

“MCCCCCC, you have been ditching us to hang out with...with...with these savages?!” Hideyoshi cried, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her in a desperate attempt of putting some reason on her mind. 

“Um, excuse me.” Yoshimoto intervenes, snatching her out of his hands. Kenshin also gets mad and they all start fighting and talking at the same time. 

MC goes back home. 

Her headache got worse after that night. 

[thestupidhelmet]

What if hyde and jackie met each other in college and why would they go there in the first place because we all know that they weren't interested in going to college

Hyde, we know, doesn’t want to go to college. But Jackie’s whole, “College is for ugly girls!” rhetoric is when she she dates Kelso. When she dates Hyde, he empowers her (partly out of his own laziness, partly -- well -- to empower her) to take her future into her own hands, go to college, and be a success herself. He teaches her she doesn’t need to depend on a man to be financially secure (which Donna tried to teach her, but Hyde’s the one who finally gets through to her).

But Red and Kitty both want Hyde to go to college. If the show hadn’t retconned Hyde’s biological parentage (as much as I love W.B. and Angie, the your-dad-is-not-your-dad twist is contrived and soap opera-y), Red and Kitty would’ve insisted Hyde go to college and get his degree. Hyde, feeling obligated to all their help, might just do it.

Hyde: I’ll go for a semester and see if it’s for me.

Red: Four years.

Hyde: A year.

Red: Four years.

Hyde: Two?

Red: Four, or you’ll get my two feet in your ass.

Hyde: Damn it. Fine. Four years.

But you’re talking about an AU where Jackie and Hyde don’t know each other until college. That means Jackie never dates Kelso and has no history with anyone else in the basement gang. 

So the sky (and your imagination) is the limit! Jackie’s father would definitely insist she go to college, so she goes. Hyde’s surrogate parents insist, so he goes. They meet there during Hyde’s sophomore year and Jackie’s freshman year. It’s a fanfic-worthy scenario.

[ofsinnersandsaints]

one night and every morning after

rating: E total word count: 13539 chapter: 2/?

AO3

To no one’s surprise, it’s harder for Macy and Harry to remain platonic than either of them would like - and I had to come up with a way around the “Macy uses her virgin blood to lure the harbinger” when she’s no longer a virgin

“Failed simulation again,” Harry announced as they reemerged from the simulation crystal. 

 Macy faltered a little as she got her balance back in the real world, and watched as Harry scolded each of her sisters in turn, knowing he wouldn’t spare her the same admonishment. It had been a difficult thing to adapt to, because she certainly didn’t want differential treatment from Harry, but at the same time she wasn’t just his charge.

“As for you," he began, turning to her. "I am deeply disappointed.”

And him doing the disappointed teacher thing in the three piece suit was doing weird things to her heartbeat. “I don’t know what happened,” she managed to get out.

She remembered a fellow student in her freshman or sophomore year of college who’d had a raging crush on their disapproving and stiff professor, which Macy hadn’t understood it all. But as Harry stood in front of her, all stern disciplinarian, she began to understand.

“Macy, you need to relax.”

Her shoulders were stiff, her spine straight, and every muscle was clenched as if releasing them might betray what was going on inside her head. “I am relaxed.”

His gaze told her he didn’t buy her lie, but it wasn’t as if she’d expected him to believe her. He’d see her at her most relaxed after all. Harry’s voice softened slightly, “Magic isn’t some test you can ace, it should come as natural as breathing. So, please, try and stand out of your own head. The only who should be in there is Maggie.”

“Yeah, speaking of which, whoever is thinking horny thoughts needs to stop,” Maggie quipped, not even looking up from her phone.

No one moved. Macy held her breath.

“You’re not even touching anyone,” Mel pointed out.

“I know,” she glared at each person in the room as she put her phone in her pocket. Macy wasn’t sure what ‘turned on and hiding it’ looked like but she hoped she was pulling it off. “I’m serious. I have a lot of stuff I need to do before I go to bed, and I cannot do it if I’m distracted.”

Macy pulled her hands together in front of her. “Are you sure it’s not just you?”

“Oh, I’m sure. It kind of feels like someone having really loud sex in the room next to you. It’s kind of hot, but it’s also kind of annoying.” She looked at them as if expecting whoever it was to just turn it off, and Macy was trying but it was incredibly difficult to do when Harry was still standing so close. “Fine, I’m going to my room. It was nice nearly dying with you all in Harry’s ball, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Mel rolled her eyes. “I have homework to do.”

“You will leave this to the Elders, won’t you?” Harry all but begged.

“Totally,” Mel agreed as she walked across the attic, picking up the Book of Shadows and walking out with it.

Beside her, Harry sighed, because they both knew Mel wasn’t going to leave this up to anyone. She was too stubborn and too independent to let anyone tell her what to do.

“You’ve got to work on your tells, Macy.” Caught off guard by the quiet, almost affectionate warning, Macy looked up at him as he tapped her still clenched hands. “Sooner or later your sisters will figure it out.”

Macy’s cheek heated, she could feel the flush covering her face and neck. Harry had known she was the one thinking the horny thoughts. Had he realized they’d been about him?

Meeting his gaze she nearly took a step back at the inferno she saw blazing there.

She pulled her hands apart and resisted the urge to put them on him. Maggie and Mel were in their rooms, and unlikely to come back up to the attic anytime soon. It would be such an easy thing to do, to pull him forward and kiss him.

“Macy.” It was a warning this time, in a dark and husky voice Macy remembered from when he’d been on top of her. In her. “I never in my life wished for the ability to read minds, but I’d give more than I’m willing to admit to know what’s put that particular look in your eyes.”

She forced herself to take a step back because the temptation to take a step forward was almost more than she could resist. “Probably better not to know.”

He straightened, neither of them having realized he’d leaned forward just a little. “You’re quite right, I should go. Good night, Macy.”

So formal, she thought sadly, wanting to pull Harry back from the whitelighter persona. “Good night, Harry.”

Without another word he orbed away and Macy was left alone in the attic with a hurricane of emotions rolling through her. She didn’t like that she’d disappointed Harry in the simulation, hated the fact Maggie had gotten hurt because of her indecision. And beyond that she was almost unbearably turned on by the ridiculous fantasies still trying to assert themselves in her mind.

She decided to deal with one problem at a time, all but storming down the stairs to her room. Macy made sure to lock the door behind her – she was quickly beginning to learn Maggie and Mel thought an unlocked door was an open invitation to come in – and reached under her bed to the small box she kept hidden.

The vibrator inside wasn't what she wanted, but it would do the job.

Macy changed into one of two silk nighties she had, a splurge buy she’d initially regretted but had since been grateful for. Sometimes it was just nice to go to bed in something completely decadent. Slipping under the covers Macy closed her eyes and thought back to that co-ed who had lusted after their teacher.

“I’m just saying,” she’d grinned. “Imagine him asking you to his office to discuss your paper and you bombed. He’d be standing there all stoic and unmoving, telling you everything you did wrong before coming around the desk and putting his hand on your knee. And he tells you he can give you a better grade if you just do something for him. Tell me that isn’t hot as hell.”

At the time, it hadn’t been because she hadn’t even liked the professor, much less found him attractive. But Macy knew Harry, knew what his skin felt like beneath her fingertips. She knew the sound of his voice and the shivers his mouth could induce.

It was an easy enough thing to picture that scenario with Harry, with his crisp voice and well tailored suits. Macy began to wrap herself up in the fantasy, imagining her hands were his as she touched and teased herself. She was wet within minutes, the fantasy evolving as she pictured herself on a desk with Harry standing between her thighs.

Macy imagined it all to be a little frantic, rushed, because anyone could come by and interrupt them. He’d slide into her thick and hard, a single thrust to fill her up. She reached for her vibrator and turned in on low, sliding it in as she used her fingers on her clit. It was an unsteady rhythm but she could feel herself getting close as she imagined Harry getting rough with her on desk.

When she finally came it was a relief, but she knew it wasn’t nearly as good as it would have been if Harry had been in her bed with her.

Macy baked to calm herself, so the next morning she decided to make frittatas for breakfast and was in the middle of cracking an egg when Mel came down, talking about how they were going to handle the harbinger. Macy liked how certain her sister sounded, but at the same time, “Shouldn’t we be doing what we were told and leaving it to the Elders? Remember what happened with the spirit board?”

“Elders smelders,” Mel grimaced. “I was up last night trying to figure out how to find the harbinger, and I found a spell, but it involves sacrificing a goat and I don’t know where we’d find one.”

Macy smiled at the idea of her and her sisters sacrificing anything, let alone a goat. Mostly-vegan Maggie would never let it happen, and Harry would probably find out and put a lid on it before they got further than a Google search.

As Macy finished the frittata Maggie came downstairs and began filling up her to go cup with coffee, putting in more sugar than was probably necessary.

“Sugar!”

Both her sisters looked at her, and Macy quickly explained how they could use the sugar to find the harbinger. “Maybe I can bake something? Cookies, shortbread, I make a mean chocolate souffle.”

“Cookies,” Mel smiled. “But maybe you can do the souffle some night this week. Where are you going?”

Maggie stopped next to Macy, “I had to pick up an extra shift to pay Lucy back for a sorority retreat.”

“Oh, because sorority stuff is way more important than protecting the world from the Source?”

With a grin, Maggie threw her arm around Macy. “Snark away, but I’m not the only one with priorities. Right, Macy?”

“Boundaries!”

“Sorry,” Maggie apologized and didn’t look in the least bit regretful. “But since you’re wondering, don’t worry, Galvin’s going to think you’re a snack in that outfit.”

Macy was briefly confused by Maggie’s statement. Galvin? Why would she care what – and then she remembered Maggie’s power weren’t exactly clear cut, she got impressions as often as she got thoughts. Macy had been worrying what she looked like and because her little sister didn’t know about Harry, she’d automatically jumped to Galvin whom Macy had become friendly with when she moved to town.

Letting her think she was interested in Galvin was better than letting her sister know she’d gotten off last night thinking about their whitelighter. She and Harry agreed to keep it a one time thing, especially as what they’d shared was now forbidden. She’d never want to risk losing Harry or getting him trouble, but it didn’t stop her from wanting him at the most inconvenient times.

“Aren’t you going to be late for work?” Macy evaded.

Maggie laughed. “Classic avoidance, but I’ll allow it for now. Bye witches!”

“Be careful with her,” Mel warned. “She’s the worst when it comes to matchmaking, if she thinks you’re into Galvin nothing will stop her from making it happen.”

“Oh, boy.”

“Welcome to having sisters,” Mel congratulated, her voice dry. “How long will it take for you to make the cookies?”

“Not long, maybe an hour?”

“Do you want help?”

“No, you probably have other stuff you need to do.”

“Not really,” Mel opened a tall cupboard and pulled out a couple of aprons and handed one to Macy. “This was the one Mom used.”

Incredibly touched by the gesture, Macy put on the apron and together with Mel they made more cookies than Macy had ever seen in her life. She took a handful with her to the lab and put one in the breakroom and another at her desk. It wasn’t the most sterile of environments, but she would keep her work to mostly data to keep from contaminating anything.

“I didn’t know you baked.”

Macy looked up to see Galvin and remembered what Maggie had said that morning in the kitchen, and quickly buttoned of her lab coat. “Yeah, when I can. It’s relaxing. Help yourself to one.”

Galvin took a cookie, and leaned against the desk. “No costume?”

“I have a deep fear that if I wear a costume I’ll show up at work and be the only one wearing one,” she told him honestly. “Though I can see looking ridiculous isn’t a worry everyone has. An incomplete DNA helix? As a scientist, you should be ashamed.”

He grinned, and she liked the fact he thought she was funny. Maybe if she hadn’t become a witch she’d have liked him as more than a co-worker and friend, but her life was entirely too complicated to include him in it as well. “Berkowitz called in sick,” Galvin defended as he ate the cookie.

“I don’t blame him.”

“Haha, you’re hilarious.” He took another cookie but didn’t immediately eat it, looking down at where she sat at her desk. “I was thinking though, would you want to go dinner tonight? No costumes required.”

There was an immediate panic in her chest at the question. Should she say yes? Macy knew she couldn’t have Harry, so maybe she should try and move on from him with this very nice guy who understood her nerdy humor.

Almost as soon as she had the thought she dismissed it. It wouldn’t be fair to Galvin or herself to use him like that, and it wasn’t as if it would lead to anything. Anyone the Charmed Ones got involved with would become a target, and she’d already had a one night stand turn into an awkward colleagues situation, she didn’t need another in her life. “That is a very nice offer, but I have plans with my sister already.”

“Right, right. Well, the offer stands if you’re interested.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Galvin hesitated for a second before walking back to his station and Macy let out a long breath, partly in relief because Galvin wasn't the harbinger, but mostly because her life had never been this complicated before and it was exhausting.

Harry had quickly learned there were different ways the Charmed Ones called for him, and it was nice to have so quickly learned the panicked shouts for the urgent ones, but it often took him by surprise when it was Macy. Hearing her call out his name always hit like a punch to the gut and if the women noticed it took him a half second longer to respond when it was Macy as opposed to Maggie and Mel, no one mentioned it.

When he arrived on the front porch of the Vera house – and maybe doing so in broad daylight wasn’t the best idea, another indicator he wasn’t thinking right when it came to Macy – he found the woman in question arguing with Maggie.

He saw the heavy bags Macy was holding as he listened to them bicker and Mel tattle on the bracelet he’d given her. “He is threatened by the idea of a powerful woman,” she finished.

“Harry!” Macy scolded.

“The last bit is fake news,” Harry explained as he took one of the bags from her and she gave him a grateful smile before frowning. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out her phone. “Does anyone know anything about a party here tonight?”

“Maggie,” Harry answered at the same as Mel, all three of them walking into the house to see Maggie elegantly descending the stairs in a purple dress.

“You invited Galvin behind my back.”

Harry nearly dropped the bag he was holding, turning from Maggie’s rather elaborate outfit to Macy’s look of accusation. Galvin? The bloke she worked with at the lab?

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“Do I look like someone who enjoys surprises?”

Maggie almost looked apologetic. “Okay, I know. Boundaries. But here me out,” and she began to explain how they might use a Halloween party to eliminate more people at once. Harry followed along while trying to figure out why Maggie would have invited Macy’s coworker behind her back.

It was a good enough plan, and the Elders certainly hadn’t been helpful over the past couple of days so Harry was forced to give his approval of the scheme. “Then I better get to making more cookies,” Macy announced and headed towards the kitchen with her bag.

Realizing he was carrying the rest of her ingredients he followed her and set it on the island, pulling out the items as he watched her. “Galvin, huh?”

“What?” she asked, looking briefly confused before blushing. “Oh. No. That was Maggie being Maggie. I mentioned him once as someone who was helping me find a place when I first moved here and she latched onto it.”

She paused, a bag of sugar in her hand. “He did ask me out though, so that’s going to be awkward tonight.”

Jealousy was a base emotion, and had no place in an adult male’s life, especially one who had lived for almost a century – and yet, there was no other word which could encapsulate the sharp tug around his heart and the almost possessive nature he felt towards his witch just then.

Well, not his witch.

But damn him, he couldn’t help but ask, “Awkward because you said no?”

She put down the sugar and started pulling the rest of the groceries out of the bag. “I know the rules, Harry. No relationships with non-magical people.”

He reached out to touch her, but stopped himself half way. Generally speaking, he was a tactile person and he wouldn’t think twice about a hand on Maggie or Mel, but things were different between himself and Macy because he’d already touched her in every way a person could.

No contact between them could be purely platonic.

“That’s not what I meant,” he gently corrected her. “I was just-“

“Curious?” she asked with a raised brow which told him without words she knew exactly what he was about. “Are you asking as my whitelighter or as Harry from the bar?”

“How about as Harry, your friend?” he offered. She snorted which amused him enough he smiled and teased her. “Oh, are we not friends?”

“Sure, Harry, we can be friends,” she said dryly.

“Your enthusiasm at the prospect is overwhelming.” This time when she laughed he considered it a small, but important victory. “Are you going to need any help with the biscuits?”

“Biscuits? Oh, you mean the cookies. No, I’ve got it handled, but thanks.”

“Great, then I will try the Elders one more time. If you need anything-“

“I’ll call,” she promised.

The Elders proved useless, so Harry used the rest of the time he had to get a costume. The ability to orb around the world was useful, and probably a misuse of his powers, but he managed to find something he thought would be suitable. His job was to remain in the background, unnoticed, so people wouldn’t ask too many questions about who he was or why he was there.

Once the party started he made the rounds with the trays of pumpkin bis-cookies and when no one had begun throwing up any dark liquids he figured they were in the clear for now. “Have you seen Macy or Maggie?”

Harry looked down at Mel who appeared worried. “Is everything alright?”

“No, Niko just told me something and I think it’s got to do with the,” she was knocked from behind by someone passing through and she rolled her eyes. “The cookies.”

“The cookies?”

“The reason for the cookies,” she added, a pointed look on her face.

“Right.”

“I texted Maggie and she said she was on her way, but I haven’t heard back from Macy.”

Harry was already looking around the party goers, “I’ll find her and meet you in the kitchen.”

Mel moved off in the direction of the kitchen and Harry made his way through the crowd, but instinctively knew she wasn’t down here. He moved to the stairs and walked up to the second floor and knocked on Macy’s bedroom door. “It’s me.”

“Come in,” he heard her call from inside.

It was always a little odd coming into her space. It reminded him a little of his own apartment, sparse with little in the way of mementos, as if she too was ready to pick up and leave at a moment’s notice. But when he walked into the room he wasn’t looking at the knick-knacks.

When his eyes fell on Macy, it was all but impossible to look anywhere else.

She looked like… “You’re a goddess.”

There was pleasure on her face at the compliment, bright and beautiful, then it was gone as quickly as it had arrived. “Oh, right. The costume.”

He wanted to correct her, because his comment had nothing to do with what she was wearing, but how she wore it. She was utterly breathtaking, but they were trying to be friends, and such a comment would further destroy whatever lines they’d drawn between them.

“It was Maggie’s idea,” she explained, her fingers folding together in front of her. He didn’t call her out on the tell, but wondered why she was nervous. “I’m supposed to be Persephone, Goddess of the Underworld.”

“And the Goddess of Spring,” Harry added.

“You can be two things at once,” Macy said with a soft laugh. And at his questioning look she added, ���It’s a sister thing, I think Maggie was trying to make a point. Was there something you needed?”

“Mel, actually. She has an update on our current crisis but couldn’t get a hold of you.”

“Yeah, Maggie used the glamour spell on me and I have no idea what it did to my phone.”

Harry shook his head at the youngest Vera’s antics. “Well, they’re waiting for us in the kitchen.”

Maggie nodded. “Let’s go.”

Together they headed downstairs, but in the few minutes they’d been gone the party seemed to have doubled. It was a crush and Macy was having a difficult time following him through the crowds. He stopped and waited for her to catch up to him. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” but she sounded aggravated. “Have I ever told you how much I love loud parties?”

“Likely as much as I do,” he commiserated and reached down to take her hand in his. “There, now we can’t get separated.”

Macy took a deep breath, but nodded and together they made their way through the sexy librarians and shirtless jungle men to the kitchen. They stopped and for a moment Harry forgot he wasn’t supposed to be holding Macy’s hand, it had felt so right in his, but she was smarter than him and dropped his before her sisters turned around.

“What’s happened?” Macy asked when Mel and Maggie realized everyone had arrived.

Mel explained about the deaths and they quickly came to the conclusion the harbinger was looking for virgins.

“What if we seal off the place with a protection spell,” Macy suggested. “To keep demons from entering.”

“Fine, but once the house is sealed, we go out hunting.”

“Done,” Harry agreed because they couldn’t have a demon going around town killing every virgin it came across. Who knew how bloody the night could get? After a personal conversation with Mel outside in the garden Maggie joined them, and then Macy a few minutes later.

“What took you so long?” Mel asked as she took her place along the line of salt.

“I ran into Galvin,” Macy answered tightly, shooting a look at her younger sister.

Maggie didn’t notice the scolding look, or just as likely didn’t care as she grinned and nearly bounced from one foot to another. “Did he ask you out again? Did you say yes this time?”

“I didn’t give him a chance,” Macy answered, putting the candle on the salt and standing beside Harry. “Because I don’t want to date him.”

“But this morning-“

“This morning,” Macy interrupted, leaning forward to talk around Harry. “Was private and had nothing to do with you, Maggie. Please, just leave it alone.”

“Fine,” and it was all but a pout. “But you wanted someone to think you were hot, I wasn’t wrong about that.”

“Maggie!”

Mel interjected because the two sisters could bicker more. “Can we please do this protection spell so we can hunt down a dangerous demon?”

“Yes,” Harry agreed and together the three women did the incantation but the spell didn’t take hold the way it should. Realizing the demon was inside with the innocents – a relative term if there ever was one – they needed to find a way to lure it out and away from the crowd.

“When you want to lure a shark, you don’t use live bait,” Macy said solemnly. “You chum the water.”

“Great, but where are we going to get virgin blood?”

“Right here,” Macy announced which confused Harry because he was one of only two people in the world who knew Macy wasn’t a virgin. He remembered sliding into her all too vividly for it to have been a figment of his imagination. But it wasn’t as if he could call her out on the lie.

Macy took out her hair piece and uses the sharp end to cut into her palm.

“Are you sure about this,” Harry asked, and she finally met his gaze and seemed to read his confusion. Thankfully, Mel and Maggie were behind him and couldn’t see the look they exchanged.

“I am,” she assured him and then stepped to the side so she could see her sisters. “Technically I’m not a virgin, not anymore. I slept with someone a few weeks ago, the night before we became the Charmed Ones, but red blood cells live for about four months which means there should be enough virgin blood in me for this to work.”

And now it all made sense.

“That’s really smart, Macy,” Mel congratulated.

“Is that why you’re being so weird about dating Galvin?” Maggie asked, apparently not able to stay on task. “Because you’re still hung up on the one night stand?”

Harry would have given more than was reasonable to hear the answer to that particular question. He could not remember ever being so preoccupied with the thought of another human being, but it was near to driving him to distraction. “Maggie.”

The scold came from himself, Macy, and Mel and this time she looked properly contrite. “Sorry. By all means, lets use our sister to lure a dangerous demon into the woods.”

With that settled they left the backyard and circled around to the woods, Macy wiping her blood on a tree every few yards. “I can hear you thinking from here, Maggie.”

“It’s just, being a virgin is cool-“

“It’s really just a tool of the patriarchy to control our sexuality.”

“You do you, but was there a reason?”

Harry was following the women, and was trying very hard to appear as if wasn’t following every word being spoken. The night they'd met he hadn’t asked her why she’d never had a sex because it hadn’t seemed his place, but he could admit to himself that now that he knew her, he wondered.

“Sure there was a reason. There were a lot of reasons. Unplanned pregnancy, transmission rate of HPV, it was pretty easy to psych myself out when I was 18." She stopped and faced the group, "Back in high school, I wanted my first time to be perfect. You know, perfect place, with the perfect guy.”

“Yeah but there’s no such thing as perfect, so what made you change your mind?”

“I was about to go into the unknown,” Macy explained with a shrug. ��I didn’t have time to wait for perfect. I just wanted to share that intimacy with someone before I lost myself to all of this. I wanted something human. And I found something pretty close to it.”

“Something close to human?” Mel asked.

Her smile was soft, her eyes a little distant and Harry could just imagine she was back in his apartment with a glass of wine, rumpled bed sheets. She shifted her gaze from her sisters to Harry, and he felt the full force of it from six feet away.  “Something close to perfect.”

The instinct to go to her, to rush past her sisters and take her in his arms was so powerful he took a step forward before he realized what he was doing.

Macy smiled like she understood, “We should keep moving.”

She turned and they all followed her further into the woods, Macy spreading her blood as they went.

When they found a spot they could use they braced themselves for the arrival of the Harbinger, and Harry thought they might actually pull this off except at the very last moment Maggie flinched and her high heels changed into beat up trainers.

She fell to her knees.

Harry wanted to orb Macy out of there, she was the one in the most danger, but they’d need all three sisters to take on harbinger. He grabbed her hand and healed it before ordering her to run.

Macy ran, stumbled and fell as magic washed over her.

When she got back up she was no longer wearing the gorgeous costume of a goddess, but the work out clothes she’d been wearing when Maggie had cast the spell on her.

She could hear the harbinger catching up, and used her powers to give herself whatever advantage she could but she knew it wouldn’t last long. Sooner or later the supernatural would catch up with her.

In the woods she could hear Maggie yell that she was coming, knew Harry and Mel would be on their way as well. She didn’t have to defeat the harbinger, she just had to outrun it long enough for her family to get to her.

When she got to a large tree Macy leaned against it, hoping to catch her breath for just a few seconds.

She didn’t want to die out here, not without having told her sisters she loved them. Not without kissing Harry one more time.

Then she turned her head to see the thing wearing Angela Wu’s face hanging upside from a tree and Maggie was suddenly there with a tree branch in her hand, Mel and Harry arriving just a few seconds later.

It was over.

Or so she thought for all of a second and then Mel was holding sunlight in her hand before everything went black.

Macy felt the warmth first, spreading through her body, an instant before she heard the voices.

“Come on, come on.”

Mel’s voice and she sounded worried.

And then it all came back, the bright light, the force pushing her back until she slammed against the tree. She groaned, everything hurt.

“Oh, god.” Mel and Maggie were holding her arms, helping her sit up. Harry was standing in front of her, his eyes full of worry and relief. “Are you okay? I’m so, so sorry.”

“I’m good,” Macy promised, and suddenly Harry’s hands were helping her up off the ground. “Thanks.”

“Are you alright?” he asked softly.

Macy took a moment to take stock of her body and nodded. “My head hurts, and I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but I’ll be fine. Thanks for the save.”

“Anytime,” he promised, taking a step back once she was steady on her feet. “I’ll take care of our friend here, but you might want to get back to the house and deal with your friends.”

Maggie winced. “Right, no more glamour. Hopefully everyone will blame it on being drunk. Macy, you coming?”

Macy shook her head, “I’m going to take a minute. I’ll catch up with you both.”

Mel and Maggie nodded and headed through the woods back to the house. After they were out of sight Macy turned to Harry, surprised to see he was still looking at her as if she’d fall apart any moment. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” she promised and walked towards him with as much purpose as her bruised muscles would allow. Harry looked briefly confused, his eyes narrowing for a second before widening at the realization of what she was about to do.

“Macy-“

“I almost died, Harry,” she reminded him reaching for the lapels of his tux. “Just give me this.”

She barely finished the sentence before he was kissing her, his arms were hard bands wrapped around her waist as he pulled her close. She held onto him as wave after wave of want washed over her, she trailed her tongue along his lips, tasted the groan as it vibrated through him.

Macy didn’t know how long they would have gone like that, drinking each other in, if the demon a few feet away hadn’t moaned and moved against the underbrush. Harry pulled back, but kept one arm wrapped around her waist. “I should take care of this."

“Right.” Despite the fact it was the last thing she wanted to do, she stepped out of his embrace. “I’ll see you back at the house.”

Harry nodded and reached for the harbinger, giving her one last long look before orbing off to wherever whitelighters went to whenever they weren’t with their charges.

As he left, Macy was more than a little worried he’d taken a piece of her with him.

[poetzproblem]

If HS Faberry had to fake date each other for reasons, how long would it take for them to catch real feelings? Who would confess to the other first, not knowing if it’s reciprocated?

It depends on when in their high school careers they’d be fake dating. 

I actually imagine Rachel would be the first one to catch feelings if they were fake dating anywhere from pre-series (freshman year) through season one (sophomore year), maybe early season two (junior year). She was very much the type, especially in the earlier school years, to crush hard on anyone who showed her any kind of positive attention, so having the popular head cheerio act like she was in love with her, even if it was just pretend, would have Rachel falling for the prettiest girl she’s ever met really fast.  

Quinn would be more resistant at first, though I think Rachel’s attentiveness would win her over. And in this scenario, Rachel would be the first to confess.

Now if the fake dating happens late season two to season three (senior year), then I think Quinn catches feelings first because she was already catching them. How quickly Rachel reciprocates would depend on how the Finn thing was going at the time. Assuming everything in canon had happened to that point, then it would probably take Rachel a bit longer to let go of her fantasy of Finn to see that the reality of Quinn could be so much better. And in this scenario too, she’d be the one to confess first. I mean, Quinn is not going to admit to anything unless Rachel gives her a reason to first. :P

[delphinusbae]

I Couldn’t Be More In Love (Becca x MC)

Pairing: Becca x MC (Paris)

Author’s Note: Requested by @kennaxval Valentines prompt 9. “Meant to be”. This turned loger than I expected akdbdk. Set around the wedding since yeah I COULD’T HELP IT. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: The big day is finally here and Becca can’t wait to give her speech. That is, if she remembers it.

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There was just one way to describe Becca today.

She was the happiest woman right now.

Aside Paris, she hoped.

Her wife.

Wow.

They were married for real. She was Paris’ wife and Becca was hers.

A dream come true.

Before, marriage and starting a family weren’t really on Becca’s plans. She didn’t put much thought on it. That is, until her relationship with Paris got serious. Suddenly having a kid with her wife’s heart, creativity and her own smarts and sense of personal majesty didn’t sound crazy at all. But that step was still some time away, for now, she’d enjoy the rest of one of the most important moments in her life.

Becca right arm was very comfortable around Paris’ shoulders as they sat, drank and chatted with their friends, her fingers laced with her wife’s.

Unconsciously, the blonde’s eyes trailed down to the golden band on her free hand, the golden band on her ring shining with the lighting from the place as she lifted her head and looked around. Madison had definitely outdone herself. Becca’s best friend offered to organize the venue for the wedding and knowing how capable Madison was (and how much she actually knew them) the couple accepted in a heartbeat.

The venue was in a garden. The thin structure of a wooden house lifting in place a series of yellow string lights as well as many decorations made of fallen branches in the form small spheres lit by the same lights. The tables were squared and round, the beige linen being the only decoration on them aside the centerpiece made of a small arrangement of flowers as well as candles. All the dark from the wood contrasted perfectly with the green of the grass along the deco, and in the center, a big enough dance floor for everyone to party, excluding the small scenario on the front where the band seemed to be having a good time of course.

It had been a small gathering, just 150 people. Okay... maybe not ‘that’ small but it was all their parents’ fault. Becca had a list with originally 70 people she and Paris thought much about but apparently inviting EVERYONE was required. They were lucky they could cut it at 150.

Out of nowhere she felt a finger tap her shoulder. “As the best man of both and mc tonight it’s my duty to tell you I’ll be giving my speech now and you’re next”. Zack said, a big smile on his face.

Becca’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding? Right now?”.

“Yeah”. He shrugged, his brows frowning in confusion almost immediately. “Why? Is there a problem?”.

“If you forgot I, of all people forgot my vows hours ago then yes, we have a situation”. Becca whispered, not wanting to attract Paris’ attention.

“Don’t worry Becca. We’ve been practicing your speech for weeks! I’m sure you’ll do just fine”. Kaitlyn leaned on her right side, joining the conversation. “You even made me tear up”. The singer chuckled. “Aaand... I kind of have an emergency plan. Just in case”.

Kaitlyn leaned back and took her purse, taking out a small paper sheet. “I printed both your vows and speech if you needed to rehearse once again but if you’re too nervous, why don’t you take them with you?”.

“You’re telling me you had this with you all the time and you just stood there and watched me make a fool of myself at the ceremony?”.

“Don’t be so dramatic!”. Zack interrupted. “You were perfect. Did you see Paris’ face? I think the only person who noticed was Kaitlyn because she was the one that helped”.

“See? Don’t worry about it”. Kaitlyn said.

“Are you sure it has to be right now?”. Becca threw her head back and sighed.

“What happened with the “I cant wait to give my speech. You bet Paris will be crying by the end of it!“. Kaitlyn smirked, high fiving Zack as they both laughed at their friend. “Anyway”. Zack took a deep breath, steadying himself. “As you said, there IS a program so-”.

“Why are you two laughing at my wife?”. Becca’s scowl turned into a grin as the three turned to Paris, who looked at them with raised brows yet a smile on her face.

“Uh, nothing”.

“Yeah, sure”.

“I should get going now. Get ready blondie!”. And with that Zack was gone, walking to the center of the place.

“What was that?”. Paris asked, caressing Becca’s knuckles.

“Oh. Just speech time”.

“Niceeee. Are you ready to be crushed by my speech Mrs. Davenport?”. Paris smiled teasingly, leaning close to Becca’s face.

“You do know who you’re talking to right?”. Paris shrugged. “You’re on then, Mrs. Davenport”. Becca grinned, leaning in to leave a sweet and long kiss to her wife’s lips. (Oh god, she shouldn’t have bragged so much).

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that”.

“Get a room you two!”. Zack’s voice could be heard around all the place, pulling them from their moment. “Okay, now that I’ve got everyone’s attention-“. Paris’ best friend waited until in fact, everyone was looking at him.

“Good, now. As Paris and Becca’s best man and mc for the night I thought it’d be good if I started with the speeches myself”. Paris moved closer to Becca, leaning her head on her shoulder as Zack turned directly to them. “Now, if someone had told me two and a half years ago we’d be standing here I probably would’ve found it hard to believe. But things happen, these two ended up together! And I couldn’t be happier for them”. Everyone laughed. “Paris is-“

Zack’s speech was great. It wasn’t great, it was amazing! It even helped Becca relax a little bit but before she noticed, it was already over as everyone was lifting their cups.

“So please ladies and gentlemen, raise your cups in a toast for the newlyweds!”. The guests did as they were told, waiting for Zack to end. “Congratz guys. If Paris was already the mom friend then Becca is officially our Dad!”.

“Ugh”. Becca rolled her eyes, containing the smile that attempted to break out on her face.

Zack motioned to the stage, waiting to give her the mic. “The stage is yours our favorite Kappa queen, please give a round of applause for Becca!”.

“Here I go”. Becca drank half of her champagne down, kissing Paris one last time and hearing a ‘make me proud’ from Kaitlyn before walking to her friend, the paper sheet forgotten behind her. She was gonna do this right.

She reharsed a lot. It would go perfect, right?

As she accepted the mic she hit Zack’s arm playfully, turning to the front and making eye contact with Paris. The brunette wore the biggest smile Becca had seen in her all day, and that was saying much. Paris had been smiling since she woke up (or so she heard, Abby had prohibited the brides to see each other before time).

Suddenly Becca found herself breathless, her mind forgetting everything else but her bride’s expression. Paris was so, so beautiful. “Wow...”. Becca didn’t notice she had said that to the mic, earning laughs from the crowd yet again as Paris tilted her head, grin in place.

The blonde did her best to look into her mind but there was nothing. Screw it, she’d improvise. Back at the ceremony because all the exitement she forgot her vows and Zack said no one noticed. So if she improvised once she could do it again.

Becca shrugged, lifting the mic to her lips again. “So, for everyone who doesent know Paris and I went basically from enemies to lovers”. She chuckled. “The day of the dance at the end of freshman year something happened between us. Paris wasn’t in the best place and so was I so it served as a distraction from everything. But as morning came and we parted ways I found myself thinking about her quite constantly. Then during summer break the Aurora festival happened and she invited me. By the end of it imagine my surprise realizing I was opening up to someone and that someone was my nemesis”. Paris actually laughed out loud.

“By Paris being my nemesis I mean I literally threw a coffee at her the first time we met and made my best to make freshman the worst for her”. Becca grimaced. “Not my best move definitely. When I first saw her I actually thought she was beautiful so I might’ve been mean because I didn’t know how to express myself or what to feel. I’m still sorry about that by the way”. Even at a distance, Becca could see her wife will her eyes.

“It wasn’t until the start of sophomore that we bumped into each other by accident. f I was in a bad place before summer then I was even worse. I can say I was a total bitch to everyone-“.

“Not gonna stop you Beccs!”. Kaitlyn interrupted, giggling right after.

“Oh shut up!”. Becca snorted. “As I was saying, I was a total bitch but Paris didn’t care and didn’t give up. She helped me through it like no one did, she cared. And our “thing” turned more serious and serious. Now that I think about it, I can’t believe we dated in secret almost 8 months!”. Becca shook her head. “Anyway, the moment we told everyone I felt so relieved because I was finally able to call you my girlfriend in front of everybody”. She emphasized that word.

“Like any relationship we had our ups and downs, specially when we moved together in Junior year. We used to fight over the smallest things but I guess that made us stick together and straighten our relationship. No matter how irritating I could be you were there still. But when you were in senior year, the time we broke up... I felt so lost. I realized so, so many things. Even if I had a place in the university I wanted, even if I was about to start a new phase in my life, I couldn’t care about it. I wasn’t happy because you weren’t there with me. I was too focused on myself when I should’ve focused on us. So I decided to take the first flight to London I found and go to your place”. Paris was still smiling, but it was a small smile, listening attentively to Becca’s speech.

“The moment we got back together it was as if all color in my life returned. I was so happy were were together again. Not that I didn’t know it before but, it just helped me reassure you Paris... are the love of my life. So I just knew I had to propose. When you said yes I felt like my chest was about to explode, I even cried and you know that doesn’t happen often”. Paris shook her head slowly, her eyes starting to water. “And now that I finally get to call you my wife, it feels surreal. People say there’s a reason why things happen, you know? And you and I babe were meant to be”. Becca grinned, a tear drop falling from her right eye. “I can’t wait to start our life together in New York”. Paris’ tears were flowing now.

“So I want to make a toast in honor of my beautiful wife”. Becca raised her cup. “I couldn’t be more in love. For you babe, for us”.

“CHEERS!”.

Paris stood up, walking towards Becca in a quick step before pulling her in for a kiss, holding her face as Becca’s arms encircled her waist. “I love you Becca”. Paris smiled, looking up through watery eyes.

“I love you too, wife”.

[asingularnightmare]

The Sleepover (part 5)

I should probably add that I know she can see these. After all of the events, we went through I’m posting this to maybe clear the air between us, or at least try to let you see my side of the story. I know you think I don’t deserve to lick the bottom of your shoe, but just know through all of this, I only wanted the best for you. I tried, as misguided as I was about what you wanted or even what you needed, I tried. 

So the sleepover now. 

A few of the guests left before the sleepover, so it was me, Kelsea, Rebecca (Sam’s younger sister) and I think another girl, but I can’t remember. It was Mid June of 2016.

After dropping off another girl, we went back to Kelsea’s house. We swam for a bit and then came back in. We probably ate and watched a movie then returned to Kelsea’s room to hang out. There were two events from that night that stuck in my mind and still do to this day.

1. The Trump Train Accident

The first happened when we were all sitting in Kelsea’s room or something, probably sometime after she got done ranting about FNAF lore. I can’t remember what prompted the conversation, but the whole 2016 election was going on and it was hard to navigate any sort of real-world scenario without it being brought up. I recall Kelsea yelling that she was on the “Trump Train” which was jarring, to be honest. Her parents were very very conservative which may have prompted that idea, but I remember the room got fairly uncomfortable after that. I was (and still am) very Anti-Trump so at that moment, I decided to put a little distance between Kelsea and me from that point. I knew she liked me and I knew I couldn’t be with anyone who supported those ideals but that's beside the point.

the second accident

2. Engagement Rings

Now if you’ve been keeping up, you’ll remember how Sam said to me when he and I sort of fell apart that if he and I were both still single by the time I turned 18, we would try to date. I sort of hung onto the promise like it was some sort of lifeline, to be honest. Well, imagine my surprise and terror when Rebecca mentioned that her older brother Sam had been looking for engagement rings for his current fiance? Yeah. I was pretty upset, though I didn’t say anything about it. 

The rest of the sleepover was fairly uneventful, although I recall not having much of a blanket and being cold for a good chunk of the night.

Anyways after that, I tried to keep a little distance from Kelsea, with the whole political differences thing weighing on me. I managed it for a little while (a few months at best) before she wanted to have a sleepover again. We primarily slept over at my house because I was really uncomfortable around her parents and plus my parents tended to give us more freedom. I think a bit afterward I brought up the Trump Train thing with her, and she said it was a joke. I know she’s different now, but at that time I’m not too sure.

So anyways, our friendship gets a little better. We hung out a bit more and more during the summer and well into our junior year. We weren’t super close in freshman and sophomore year, but junior and senior year were very different

[disillusionedstar]

Not the last goodbye...

09:25 07.08.2019

Summary: I’m tired of goodbyes

Word Count:1,753

Dear you, 

I thought I had a million words to say to you that I would want to pour into a letter, but now that I am actually writing another letter, I am drawing a blank. All the words seem to disappear as I realize that you will probably never see this and somehow it makes this pointless. I have written so many letters to you. Ones telling you I miss you, ones confessing my feelings for you, others trying to deal with the overwhelming emotions of becoming so distant. You have become a familiar stranger. We are as close as strangers. You’re polite. I’ll give you that, but I do notice the way you wish you didn’t have to sit with me or the obvious way you try to avoid being around me. I wish I was less observant when it comes to you. Maybe I wouldn’t be as hurt. 

 If I was actually sending you this letter, I would be terrified. I would wish I could give it to you or send this letter to your apartment and then run away. I would avoid you more than I did sophomore year and you would really see my skills in avoiding people. Too bad you’ll never actually see this letter. In therapy, I was taught that writing letters, but never sending them was a good coping mechanism. It was good because you felt like you said everything you could to that person and move on. Somehow I know that this is just another goodbye letter, Jesus will take the wheel letter, wish we were still close letter. When will I stop writing letters to you? I always say goodbye in various forms and yet… here I am again writing you another letter. They say that if a writer falls in love with you, you will never die. 

I’ve thought about writing this specific letter so many times, but I never got around to it because I thought I was okay. I thought that I was done saying goodbye. But the truth is… I won’t be done saying goodbye until God tells me to. Which sounds crazy to unbelievers, I get it, but I need to hold this with open hands. Trusting in God and still praising Him even when he doesn’t answer right away. His time is the best time and I cannot grow impatient and act rashly. Dealing with my everflowing feelings will be a battle. I will write a million of letters if it means it helps me deal with these feelings in a healthier manner. 

Because I’m not okay. It’s still painful and maybe not as painful as it was avoiding you after the sophomore year started, but it still hurts me that you are now so close to other people. I think that says something about me wanting your attention, but it also means that it’s because I’m reminded that I’m no longer close to you. Thinking back, last summer we still talked a decent amount and you came over to my apartment when all my roommates were gone with other people. Now, I don’t think you’d come over like that. I remember you offered to pick my sister and me up from the bus stop. I don’t think I would feel comfortable asking you that anymore. I thought we were still somewhat close because you asked me to do that test and then you sent me a piece of writing to look over. But now, it seems like you’re avoiding me. You are polite, but I know that’s because your nice. 

Right now, even though I would never send this letter to you, I wish I could send this letter and maybe it would fix things. The sad reality is that hell will break loose. You would know my true feelings and thoughts without a filter and without physical and tonal cues. It would just be a piece of paper with words that you probably wouldn’t care about. I guess I say that because I don’t want to give myself hope. Hope is something I’ve been telling myself not to have because it makes the disappointment and heartbreak more painful. I’ve been trying to protect myself from the worst case scenario. I see things and I start to imagine what they mean. I hyperbole everything and seeing you so close with others is just a painful reminder. The stark contrast makes the already big distance longer. 

 In your eyes, did it look like I was just another person who you used to be close to? One that walked away willingly? Did I hurt you? Are you cautious and feel negatively towards me? Or do you just not care. I was just a freshman with a lot of feelings and you felt sorry for me. I was just someone that was there and you felt like you had to take care of a little sister. I wonder what goes through your mind. Is it full of thoughts or none at all? I think most of my thoughts are bittersweet. There are things I wish I could say, but then I remember that we are no longer close anymore. I remember that we aren’t close anymore when there is something I want to say to you, but don’t know if I should say it, when I see you with Sarang and it reminds me of how that used to be me, when I want to tag you in something, but I stop myself… We barely even talk anymore. Sometimes I scroll through the messages on Facebook and wonder if you are just replying because you don’t want to leave anyone of read. Is it pitty? Do you know that I like you and it’s thoughts of “poor Jennifer”?

Sometimes I wish that God would give me a blatant answer. If you started liking someone else and started to date her, one of my friends tells me that they heard something, someone tells me that you like someone else. I wish for the heartbreak sooner than later. I feel like it’s inevitable and I keep telling myself this because maybe it would be easier. I wish I believed it. Because for some reason I still have a spark of hope that this is just a big misunderstanding and you like me. Too bad that it’s probably not true and I’m just holding on because no one has told me a straight-forward answer. This is me being impatient with God’s plan. I know it is. It’s my human instinct to want to avoid heartbreak and if I feel that it is inevitable then I want it sooner than later. 

Do you know how it feels to see you with Sarang? The way I see you two doesn’t remind me of a brother and sister. She might not see you that way, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have feelings for her. That means even if you had feelings for me last year, it wasn’t true feelings. I see you smile at her when you wish you could avoid me. The way you pretend to beat each other up and make faces at each other. I see the way you care for her and yeah… I’m envious. It’s a reminder that I am not close to you anymore. I am no longer important. I should be okay with that. This is fine. You're close because you helped her through things. Did you know you helped me through freshman year?

If you end up dating, I’ll be happy for you. That means God meant for you to be together and I can’t say if you’ll stay together (because God only knows that), but I hope you do. You seem happier and I don’t know how to let go and have closure any other way. God is using this to give up control I so desperately want. I want and I wish you could just reject me or God tells me that you are not the one. But I need open hands. I need to give up this sense of control of the situation and be patient. I need to wait even if it ends up being you never had feelings and you see me as a sister. 

I wonder if things will ever be better or if this heartbreak will be another lesson. I used to have ill feelings towards the girls who have been getting to know you better. I realize how silly I was and now I just try to turn away and not tempt myself with feelings of envy. I try to look away and pretend I never saw anything. 

I realize that a lot of people saw us and thought something was going on freshmen year. Many people thought we were a thing? I thought it was one-sided. Oh well. If God wants us to be together, then we will right? I need to trust in God more. I keep telling myself that it was one-sided so I don’t get tempted and I don’t get hope. When will this be over? God, when will you answer this prayer of mine?

God is teaching me so much through this crush, through these feelings. I have learned how not to be emotionally dependent on someone. I learned about relationships in general. I learned that boundaries are good. I learned how to have  God at the center of a relationship. I have gotten wiser and more reserved in my two years of college. I have learned how to deal with my feelings in a good way. I have and will continue to face jealousy and the comparison game every day. I tend to overthink. I see my flaws. I am learning to be okay with waiting and giving it to God. I need to give up this control on my life. 

This won’t be the last letter. I keep writing them like I will finally be over it and fine after I write down everything I think I need to say. The truth is that I am struggling. I am struggling with this and I don’t exactly know how to deal with it. I know I need to trust God, give Him control, read my bible and try not to get consumed with my thoughts. I keep talking about this situation and I think I need to stop overtalking, overthinking, and just, in general, doing what makes my heart tempted to take action. So, this won’t be the last goodbye...But-

Goodbye.

[ravenwolf1132]

Scooby Doo Plot Bunny that wouldn't leave me alone (Cyber/Biopunk-ish???)

So I can up with this interesting twist to @phantoms-lair “Wizard Shaggy” not-so-crack theory, since let's be honest, Shaggy is totally a wizard. However I wanted to add my own twist. Mind you, this has nothing to do with the actual series Scooby Doo and is only an artistic “what if?” scenario I came up with. You see I love “punk” culture, and by punk culture, I mean biopunk, cyberpunk, steampunk, solarpunk, lunarpunk, you get the picture. The whole aesthetic is fascinating to me and I love the concept, so I'm aiming for a cyber/solar/biopunk thing here. It's gonna be like Shadowrun so magic will be involved. Cyberpunk because it would be set in the distant future, solarpunk because of the hippie culture of the 70s and the whole clean energy thing is something I wholeheartedly believe in, and finally biopunk is the actual reason as of why I thought of this. Most of the original theory is based around the seemingly impossible things Shaggy can do or survive, but I'm going to be focusing on the things he can survive because you can basically just chalk up the rest of it to magic. So here's my little AU crack theory thing.

(It will be in the form of a story so be warned and it gets a little creepy and demented just to let you know)

Norville Rogers had always been a sickly child. He was frail and his bones were weak, no matter how much he ate he was still painfully skinny, and he was terrified of practically everything. He had to take medications daily just to function without collapsing. He had barely any friends because his family kept him locked in his room for his safety. He meet his best friend his only friend [Daphne] at a party his family was invited to and he managed to escape his guards. She was standing on the balcony, sad and lonely, just like him, so he introduced himself and asked her for a dance. Ever since then, the two had been close friends, sneaking out to see each other whenever they could. She even gave him his new nickname, “Shaggy”.

Soon, however, his father decided to ship him off to military school after finding out about their meetings, and enrolled him into a special program they have for ��special needs” kids, including genetic modification and advanced transhumanism. It was used to help permanently “fix” children in the eyes of the government, “Lead him up in the way he should go and he will never stray from it” [Quote from Bioshock Infinite]. The night before he left, he gave his friend one last goodbye, she begged him to stay to run away, but he refused. He said that he couldn't survive without his medications and couldn’t be himself without them, so he promised that he would find some way to return to her, and told her to wait for him. And she did.

The academy was like hell. They poked and prodded at him to figure out just what was wrong with him. They injected so many serums and fluids into him he lost count. But, it definitely worked. He was stronger now, his bones were reinforced with carbon nanostructures, his skin and tendons strengthened with tissue proteins like orb weaver silk. His blood oxygen saturation was increased and his resting heart rate reduced. TCSs for increased learning capabilities, scleral implants to widen the focus distance of his eyes, electrosensory abilities through silicone pads with rare earth materials, improved hearing sensitivity with protection from loud noises, increased sensitivity of vestibular sense of balance, and even added a subvocalization system to his larynx! [All of this I got off of another post by @kasaron it just reminded me so much of Shaggy and all the weird shit he can do.] While all of this was great and all, it was still as painful as hell to get and the training was worse. He knew he had to escape after four years of the onslaught of torture.

(CREEPINESS STARTS HERE)

They forced the students into “real life” battle scenarios and pretty much scarred them for life, they physically abused them to the point of exhaustion, and their super fast metabolism didn't help and in fact starved them to death since the program refused to give them more than what they were regulated to give out. It was a kill or be killed, strong survive over the weak, world. And if that wasn't bad enough, they were using the program to turn the “students” into monsters. Mindless, soulless, monsters that only followed the directions their given and turning to obedient puppet like slaves, ment for war and killing purposes only. If they didn't have orders to fulfill, then what good were they? Shaggy was terrified of this and had to get out of this hellhole. He had tried multiple times, but had yet to succeed, until an opportunity appeared to him.

During the final exam of his last year before being sent off to the real military, he was facing off against one of his “teachers” - tormentors more like - and won. This teacher wasn't like the others though, he was demented and the source of the physical abuse and had a creepy thing for poor Shaggy. So if Shaggy failed this exam, he wouldn't just fail for the year, but would lose literally everything, winner takes all. The exam was to fight against the teacher and win, so he used everything to his advantage to try to get the upper hand without hurting himself, but so did he. The teacher liked to taunt and mock this students to get them to grow angry and lose control, costing them the match, and he was doing the exact same tactic to antagonize Shaggy. But Shaggy was different, with every insult and mockery he threw out it only fueled his drive to escape, until he said something that shook him to his core. It was like a switch, in that moment gone was the kind hearted and loving boy the academy students knew and in his place was a killer with a heart made of stone.

His speed doubled and accuracy increased, he attacked from all sides dropping his defensive guard. The teacher thought he had finally gotten to the kid, but his smug smile was wiped off his face when he realized that Shaggy's movements weren't random acts of anger lashing out, they were calculated and thought out attacks, looking for his pressure points, weak points, and staying in his blind spots. Unlike other kids, when Shaggy is thoroughly pissed off, his emotional right brain is shutdown and only his cold and calculative left brain remains, fueled by the drive to escape his tormentors, even if that meant to run them down. Unconsciously, he begins to use his dormant magic to amplify his abilities and, while in a blind rage, strikes down his teacher in cold blood. Upon realizing what he had done, he snaps. Staring down at his blood stained hands, a small smile pulls at his lips and laughter bubbles in his chest, soon enough, he's full-blown cackling, laughing hysterically. His laughter turns to hysterical screams and cries, sobbing as it finally dawns on him that he killed his teacher.

The academy decides that Shaggy had become too strong, too powerful, to keep at their facility, and is even more of a danger since he doesn't recall the actual fight. They decided that they would stage his death and execute him. Upon arriving at the scene, Shaggy can't afford to waste anymore time and makes his escape. Terrified of being captured and killed, he runs away.

(CREEPINESS ENDS)

As he finally made his escape, he had to go through the entire facility to get dirt and evidence for what the place was doing. During which, he came across a dog in a very similar situation to his own. SC-00-B3-RT D:00 was a prototype experiment created by the academy to be a hunting and attack dog with human like intelligence. Equipped with navigation systems and a black box like feature, he saved the pooch and brought him along. The record system on the collar SC-00-B3-RT, or Scooby as he called him, had given Shaggy the idea to steal the “school's” records and use it as evidence, especially what they had done to him. As he did so, he was found and chased throughout the facility. This eventually got him caught in an explosion that should have killed him, but didn’t, however the school took it as his demise and simply moved on without a care.

Thankfully, Shaggy was alive though just barely and was found by a group of people that nursed him, and Scooby, back to health [I imagined Texas's gang from Legend of the Phantosaur]. They helped him find his way back home to his family and explained to his parents that he “dropped out” of the program and transferred to the public school system. Thanks to the men who helped him, all the paperwork was already in place and his parents could do anything about it. And without Shaggy's records of even being there in the first place, the “School” couldn't tell his parents that he was “dead.” Living with his parents again was relaxing, yes, but he couldn't help but feel empty. Finally deciding he has had enough, he moves out just before his freshman year and goes to live with his aunt in the apartment above her cafe and bakery shoppe.

In his first year he meets a young man, just a couple months younger than he is [Fred, I headcanon that Shaggy is the older one since technically him and Fred are the same age], and invites him to live with him. He found the poor kid trembling with his wrist slit open and leaning over bloody sink in the bathroom and managed to get him to spill about the abuse in his home. They became good friends after that since they really didn't have anyone else other than themselves. His Sophomore year, he found his best friend again. Overjoyed, he didn't want to leave her side again and surprisingly, Shaggy and his two friends had the same classes together. And finally, he met a wonderful little lady that had a knack for science [Velma], and even dated her for a while before eventually cutting it off, but that's a whole ‘nother story.

During an after school detention they got for separate reasons, they found out about a mystery that their school was literally built on top of and a legend about the old principle of the old school that still lurked in the catacombs beneath them. Since then, they had gained a pension for getting into situations and mysteries then meddling in things they didn't understand. Despite all his complaining about ghost and monsters, at least this was more enjoyable than his time at the academy. Sure, the gang was curious about the seemingly miraculous things he could do and survive, their skinny friend was something of an enigma to them, but they trusted that, when he was ready, he would tell them about his scarred past.

Oooh boy, that turned into an origin story for Shaggy real quickly. I know the “punk” elements aren't very prominent, but I tried to link everything that Shaggy can do and survive, and even included his constantly terrified behavior, into it too. But this was just a little plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down. If you want me to expand on this let me know, I have multiple ideas roaming around in my head for this, I just have to wrangle them all up.

[bethhxrmon]

All the odd ones 😘

Oooof of course you would do this. Soooo it’s super long so I’m probably gonna put a read more thingy so it’s not obnoxious.

1.What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about?

Annie’s actual name is Annika, but Annie’s super short and so is Ann which is sometimes used. Although, once he finally meets her, Tony Stark calls her Pikachu because of her powers and his need to make pop culture references.

3. How tall is your OC?

Since Annie’s faceclaim is Auli’i Cravalho and she’s 5′3, that makes Annie 5′3. Kind of short, but not as short as me so she’s a lucky gal.

5. What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night?

When there isn’t rehearsal to be done, Annie wears lots of hoodies, sweatshirts, and the occasional cardigan with a t-shirt under it and some jeans with either her brown or black combat boots. When she is rehearsing, just swap out the jeans with her assortment of leggings because she likes the stretchiness. Hence why the original White Swan costume involves silver leggings (silver because Harper’s extra and likes the theme). But for formal events, Annie goes with her favorite black and white polka-dot dress that cuts off just above the knee with flats. She also has a floor-length dark blue dress with silver flowers sewn in, but that was for a dance she never got the chance to go to.

7. Does your OC have any markings, such as a birthmark or a scar?

Considering she’s a superhero and has a death wish??? Annie has scars all over the place. Though they’re mainly on her legs from bumping into buildings wrong. Also, she has a deep scar on her thigh from a certain part in I wanna say chapter 12 but who knows, I sure don’t!

9. What does your OC’s bedroom look like?  His/her living area?

Since Annie is a superhero trying to hide from her parents, her bedroom is her living space. She has a full-sized bed against one wall, all of them are a light blue color. Right next to the left side of the bed, which has a fuckton of blankets and a couple stuffed animals, is a large desk with her desktop computer and a spinny chair. Right next to that is her window (it’s plot convenience, but ya know what? fight me how else can she get out undetected???). She has a built in closet and it has all her hoodies and cardigans and also her Heather Macnamara costume from her freshman year’s Halloween party.

11. What is your OC’s relationship with his/her mother?

Annie absolutely loves her mom. She’s always wanted Annie to do what was best for her. Whether it’s dancing or acting or writing, her mom’s the supportive one without a doubt. And while Annie knows she makes her share of mistakes, she’s able to let it slide because at the end of the day, Annie’s not dumb. She knows whether or not what someone did was selfish or not. And more often than not, her mom doesn’t have selfish intents.

13. How many siblings does your OC and what is his/her relationship with them?

Annie has no siblings, but if she did, they would definitely know that she was a superhero and the whole plot of her story would be bribing them to keep their mouths shut.

15. What was your OC’s childhood like?

I answered this one here! 

17. What is your OC’s imagination like? 

Annie has a seriously great imagination. She kind of has to in order to be decent at acting. It’s super easy for her to think of a scenario or person and put herself right into the middle of it. Also, it makes her think of all the possibilities and that gets in her way because she overthinks some aspects of her life too much.

19. What does your OC think of children- either in general or about having them?

Considering Annie’s only sixteen right now, she doesn’t want to have kids. Even in the future, she isn’t sure how practical having a kid is given some parts of her past that are kinda spoilery and she doesn’t wanna pass on her powers on accident. But she does enjoy talking to little kids. She thinks they’re funny.

21. Who are your OC’s closest relatives?

Annie rarely sees her extended family, so her closest relatives are her parents. Though she currently feels like her dad can go suck it. Which is fair, he sucks.

23. Who are the people your OC surrounds him/herself with?

Before the fanfic, Annie was basically a knockoff Cady Heron and tried getting in with the popular crowd. But currently she surrounds herself with Harper, the fashion design genius, and her two favorite nerds Ned and Peter who are actually the sweetest people she knows.

25. If your OC has a soulmate, who is it?

Everyone’s favorite Spider-Dude, Peter Parker for sure. It works great, they’re both superheroes. That’s not all, but I don’t wanna spoil stuff.

27. What are some things your OC admires about his/her soulmate?

Okay, if it’s physical, Annie is always going off about Peter’s eyes. Like, if she wants to get a real conversation done, she has to look at something that isn’t his eyes. And can you blame her? Those puppy dog eyes could work on anyone! She also really likes his hair, it just looks so soft. But if it’s not physical, Annie can’t get over how genuinely sweet Peter is. He just gives so many people so many chances and is literally one of the kindest and smartest people she’s ever met. And she does think he’s pretty funny too, which is always a plus for sure.

29. What is your OC’s level of education?

At the start of the fic, Annie’s a sophomore in high school, and at the end she’ll be a junior. Do with that what you will

31. What is your OC’s opinion of school?  What kind of student was s/he?

Annie likes school for the purpose of learning about different stuff. Even if she won’t use it, she doesn’t mind the random trivia. She’s always handing things in late, but she’s normally on the teacher’s good side so they tend to just let it slide because if she’s good at conversing then she must be a responsible student and working hard, right?

33. What subjects interested your OC?

Annie’s a huge theatre kid so she likes anything to deal with acting. English, history, and psychology are probably her favorite. The only subject she can’t get is physics, but she’s pretty solid in almost everything else.

35. How is your OC working towards his/her dream job and/or achieved his/her current profession?

Theatre classes and trying to participate in the school plays and musicals is how she tries. Also, I’m only saying this because it’s not a serious spoiler with how things are going to go, Annie definitely gets into Julliard for acting. Just saying.

37. What is your OC’s biggest dream?

Annie would KILL to be Christing Daae in The Phantom of the Opera, it’s the ultimate dream come true.

39. How does your OC handle anger?

Poorly. Annie loses control over her powers when she’s extremely angry and what happens as a consequence, she can’t control.

41. What is your OC’s greatest fear?

Annie is terrified that her powers will scare away everyone she’s ever cared about.

43. What kind of sense of humor does your OC have?

Being the regular Gen-Z kid she is, Annie has a pretty dark sense of humor, but she also likes puns and creating silly nicknames for people.

45. What are some things that annoy your OC?

Being told acting’s not a viable career, that she’s dumb, and that she’s a bad person (she can say it but will fight anyone else who says it).

47. How easily does your OC forgive?

It genuinely depends on what it is and how often the person’s screwed her over. If it’s the first time and Annie likes the person, she’s quick to forgive, but observant. If it’s a repeated deal, it wears on her and she has no qualms about messing with them.

49. If your OC experienced trauma, what was it?

I see you, trying to find out about the Fuckening™. That’s not gonna happen. You gotta read the fic to find out about all that, my dude.

51. What are some of your OC’s morals?

Don’t betray friends, don’t go down without a fight, if you know something and it’s potentially harmful then you gotta say something, and don’t leave people behind.

53. What is the health of your OC?

Physically? Annie’s pretty good except for sleep deprivation. Mentally??? Wellllllllp she may or may not have manicdepressionandanorexiai’mnotsureyet.

55. What are your OC’s thoughts on death?

Totally okay option for her, but definitely not allowed for her friends and loved ones.

57. What are some of your OC’s weaknesses?

Annie’s very critical of herself, sometimes overly competitive, she doesn’t always know when to stop, very impulsive and will do something stupid if she thinks it’s right for .5 seconds.

59. What does your OC think of him/herself?

Annie either thinks she’s the best person ever or she totally hates herself, no in between.

61. What is the general impression your OC gives other people?

Annie comes off with a bit of a resting bitch face. So she looks a little intimidating, but she’s also short so how intimidating is that really?

63. How does your OC display love?

Annie pays attention to little things and tries to do small things. Like if someone likes a certain type of tea, she’ll make it for them. Or she’ll compliment them while teasing them at the same time. That’s how anyone would ever know that she’s absolutely smitten.

65. What is your OC’s favorite drink?

Coffee, it lets her get away with sleep deprivation. Although her all-time favorite is a peppermint mocha. She would kill for it year-round.

67. What is your OC’s favorite sweet?

Annie loves anything that’s sour apple flavored. Not only because it matches her Hogwarts house and green’s her favorite color, but because the tartness is just so satisfying.

69. What is your OC’s favorite kind of weather?

Rainy, it reminds her of Seattle.

71. What is your OC’s favorite movie and/or TV show?

Annie absolutely loves all the Harry Potter movies and will proudly display her knowledge of it at any time. She is a huge fan, but she also loves movie musicals to death. Except for the 1961 West Side Story  movie. It uses brownface.

73. What is your OC’s favorite form of entertainment?

Dancing around an empty room like an idiot to music. Either by herself or with someone close to her.

75. What is your OC’s favorite scent?

Rain mixed with fresh baked goods. It reminds her of the market and she would kill to go back.

77. What is your OC’s favorite sound?

Definitely the ukulele. It reminds her of some really good times.

79. What is your OC’s favorite kind of ice cream?

Green tea flavored. Ever had it? It’s so good and I recommend it hardcore!

81. Okay one thing you know about Annie that’ll never make an appearance in the story but is important to who she is as a person - whether it’s a little detail of something she experienced or a belief she has.

Alright, Annie definitely has or had a Captain America themed fidget cube that she keeps in her hoodie pocket because she used to play with the loose thread on the sleeve part and ended up constantly making thumbholes that Harper would have to fix. They got tired of it and gave her the fidget cube.

[thegreatwhiteferret]

I Knew You Were Waiting For Me

Summary: A very inexperienced Trashmouth losing his v-card to a far more experienced Eddie Spaghetti. 

A/N: For my lovely anon who requested this scenario. I hope this story does your idea justice. 💖

NSFW Under the cut...

Richie Tozier has a big mouth and a wild imagination. He’s been bragging about his sexual conquests to the other Losers since middle school. Underneath all the bravado lies the truth; Richie is seventeen and he’s a virgin. For the longest time he held out hope that he wasn’t the only one, but his hopes were dashed one by one.

Mike was first. Big, strapping, and handsome. He was amazing at football and even with the racial tension in Derry, he made all of the girls’ panties drop. When he made varsity as a freshman, the head cheerleader, Heather Sinclair, took it upon herself to welcome him to the team...and his sexual awakening. Mike had told them all about it, flush faced and jittery, and Richie had chirped him saying that it was about damn time he join the club. A string of girls followed after Heather, but Mike was still his genuine heart of gold self. Richie secretly wondered if he thanked the girls for spreading their legs for him as he walked them home.

Ben and Beverly were next. They were a bit more cliche than anyone had expected. Roses and a hotel room on Valentine’s Day, their sophomore year, but Bev secretly loved it. She had gushed to Richie about it during one of their smoke breaks, and Richie had pretended to gag. Ben was too much of a gentleman to share details, but the whole club knew that after their first time they were fucking like rabbits.

Stanley Uris went next, and took Big Bill with him. They had been flirting around the idea of being more than friends since Bill had broken up with Bev when they were freshman, but Bill was always too shy and nervous to act on it. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship with Stan. The other boy found this sweet, but was incredibly sick of it and pounced on Bill on the July 4th between sophomore and junior year. During the fireworks display he just leaned over and grabbed Bill, pressing his lips to his. They made out under the light display, but Stan needed more. He all but dragged Bill back to his house. Richie would find out later that Stan had given Bill a mind melting blow job before prepping his own asshole and riding Bill until they both came, making their own fireworks. Stan was more comfortable expressing himself out of that, wearing his pants a little tighter in the ass, and Bill was certainly more vocal about what he thought about his sexy ass boyfriend. Richie thought it was hilarious that they could be so buttoned up and reserved in their everyday lives, but complete freaks in the sheets. He got beep beeped when he voiced this to the group.

His last strand of hope and dignity died when Eddie went with his mom to visit his family out in Montana when they were sixteen. His cousin was having surgery and they needed an able bodied boy to help with the farm...Eddie was apparently the only one available. Eddie came back ripped and tan from all the manual labor, and with a damn good story about his first time. There had been a young ranch hand there, Jorge, with rippling muscles and a beard and he had taught Eddie all of his damn tricks. Eddie blabbered on about having his first blowjob while the sun was setting over the mountains, getting fingered while he knelt on rocks down by the quarry, and getting his pink hole licked open by a devilishly good tongue while his mom was in the next room. Finally, he told the story about how Jorge had fucked him so good in the barn that he cried. Richie blushed throughout these stories, trying to cover it up with sarcastic comments, but Richie was terrified. In his mind he had always thought that he and Eddie would end up together, that they would be each other’s first.

Richie was scared to death now, scared to approach Eddie. What could he possibly have that would compare to that Jorge asshole. He was just an inexperienced virgin who had never even really had a first kiss. He stopped making his usual jokes after a while, he had lost his spark and had no idea how to get it back.

It was two weeks before Halloween during his senior year. Richie was sitting in the library trying to study while his ADHD was working overtime. He had to focus on the calculus algorithms that his teacher had assigned in preparation for their big test, but he couldn’t. Eddie was sitting across from him, pink lips pouted as he read through his chapter on Reconstruction after the Civil War. The other Losers had bailed on the study session for a variety of reasons, but Richie hadn’t really pressed it. He and Eddie had hung out loads of times on their own. He was working through a particularly hard question when he noticed that Eddie was fidgeting a bit.

“Eds, my brain already has a hard time working right, please stop shaking.” Richie said, genuinely concerned about the task in front of him. Eddie apologized, but a few minutes later was back to his shaking. “Jesus, Eddie. What is going on in that brain of yours that you can’t sit still?” Eddie blushed.

“Hey, Rich?” Eddie started, nerves present in his voice. Richie dropped his pencil and gave Eddie his full attention.

“Yeah, Eds?” Richie could feel his stomach twisting, he didn’t like that Eddie was nervous to say something to him. They never had that problem. They were probably too honest by most standards.

“What...uh...what was your first time like? I know you’ve talked about a lot of different guys and girls, but I don’t know if I’ve ever heard the story of your first?” Richie went pale. He knew that he talked a big game, but he honestly figured that they all knew that he was lying. That it was all an act. He never would have expected that Eddie, his best friend, would believe his bullshit. He could continue the act, or he could just be honest with him. Cut the bullshit ask and just tell Eddie that he had made it all up because he was so shy about all of that stuff, and hadn’t done anything sexually.

“Honestly?” Richie asked, and Eddie nodded and looked at him expectantly. “I’ll...uh...I’ll have to get back to you on that one, Eds. I’m a virgin.”

“Jesus. I don’t know why I was expecting a honest answer from you. God dammit. I just wanted to know the truth…” Eddie sighed, he was disappointed.

“No. Eds. I am telling you the truth. I’ve never done anything with anyone. Shit...I...I’ve never even really kissed anyone before.” Richie rubbed his temples, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Honesty hurt like a bitch.

“Oh.” Eddie squeaked out. Richie looked up to meet his eyes. “Richie. I’m sorry that I brought it up. I was just talking to the other Losers earlier and they mentioned that I should ask you. I...I didn’t know…”

“Nah. It’s okay. I just, it kind of scares me I guess. I’ve been talking it up for so long, and listening to you guys tell your stories and I’m just...I’m just worried that I’m going to be really bad at it.” Richie breathed out. Eddie frowned and moved around the table to sit next to his best friend.

“When you find someone who is worth your time, worth the brilliance that is Richie Tozier, you’ll be just fine. You’ll be better than fine, you’ll be amazing.” Eddie tried to reassure him.

“Ha. Sure.” Richie said, but there was no humor there. Instead a thought started to blossom in his mind. “Hey, Eds? Would you maybe...would you be my first?” Eddie’s face turned red, he had wanted Richie for a long time. Had thought that he wouldn’t be experienced enough for him, that’s why he had let himself fall for Jorge. Why he had the subsequently given into pleasure and let himself become someone new and adventurous. He wanted to ready for Richie, and be good for him.

“Are you sure you want me to be that person?” Eddie asked, sort of ready for Richie to laugh in his face and tell him this was all a joke.

“Of course, Eddie.” Richie said, before a mischievous glint entered his eyes, “Besides it’s apparently much better with a friend.” Eddie punched him in the shoulder, but giggled nonetheless. He couldn’t deny that he loved Trashmouth and his humor.

It was no secret that Eddie’s mom was way too overprotective. She had not gotten better even after Eddie called her out on her gazebo bullshit. There’s no way that she was going to let Richie into her house for even an afternoon study session, let alone to spend the night. If Eddie played super sweet for a full week, she might agree to let him sleepover at Ben’s house. She like Ben’s doting mother after all. So Eddie primed his mother all week, did extra chores, acted like a sweet little mama’s boy, and then asked on Friday afternoon if it was okay for him to stay at the Hanscom house on Saturday night. She agreed only after Eddie told her that he was going to be working on an important project for his English Lit class.

Eddie of course had no plans to go over to Ben’s house. He had simply told Ben that he needed someone to cover for him, and Ben had agreed to be his lookout. He would intercept any calls if his mom decided that she needed to check on him. Eddie would be miles away, with Richie. He had the whole thing planned out. Mike was letting him borrow the farm’s truck, Beverly had gotten a whole bunch of fairy lights from her aunt’s flower shop, Bill and Stan had helped him find a whole bunch of pillows and blankets. All the Losers were in on it, well everyone except for Richie who was just told to show up to the orchard at the edge of the Hanlon farm on Saturday night at seven o’clock.

Eddie looked at his handy work, well his, Ben, and Mike’s. Okay, mainly Mike’s. Ben and Eddie weren’t much of a help with the manual labor part of their plan. Mike had parked the truck between the rows of apple trees, he had then strung the fairy lights in the trees and hooked them up to a portable generator that they used on the farm. Eddie had set up the blankets and pillows in the bed of the truck. As it got darker, they turned the lights on and all three marvelled at the sight. It was beautiful. Everything was going to be perfect for Richie.

Bill and Stan had done their part by keeping Richie too busy all day for his nerves to build and cause him to self sabotage. Richie didn’t know that the rest of the club knew about his plans with Eddie, just figured that Bill and Stan were trying to get him to do their dirty work. It wasn’t unusual. Bev had shown up around five, Richie had asked if she would be able to drop him at the Hanlon farm. She had agreed, telling him that she needed to pick Ben up from Mike’s anyway.

Richie walked along the Hanlon property line and into the orchard, he stopped in his tracks when he saw what Eddie had done for him. The lights twinkling in the trees, illuminating the bed of the farm truck, that was filled with pillows and cozy looking blankets. There was soft music flowing from the radio inside of the truck, and there was Eddie, beautiful as ever, waiting for him, standing right in front of him. Richie had tears in his eyes, no one had ever done something like this before, done something to make him feel special.

“Eds, oh my God.” Richie breathed out, pulling the smaller boy into his arms. “This is amazing. I can’t believe you did all of this.”

“Of course, Rich. Anything for you. I wanted to make this special.” Eddie stood on his tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Richie’s lips, sweet and simple. It was his first real kiss after all. Eddie needed it to be special for him. It may have started sweet but it quickly began escalating. Eddie broke the kiss, pulling Richie over to the bed of the truck and climbing in, helping him to do the same.

Eddie pushed Richie so that he was lying on his back and straddled his hips. He kissed him again, grinding his hips down into Richie’s slightly, pulling moans out of the other boy. Eddie sat up and peeled his shirt over his head, helping Richie to do the same. Their skin prickled a bit in the autumn air, but Richie knew that Eddie was about to warm him up.

Eddie kissed down Richie’s neck, sucking a mark next to the hollow of his throat. He kept his kissing voyage going down Richie’s chest and stopped at the waistband of Richie’s Jeans. He unbuttoned the jeans and snaked his hand in, palming Richie’s growing erection. Richie threw his head back in pleasure, he wanted so much more.

“Lift your hips, baby.” Eddie whispered, Richie complied and Eddie pulled his jeans off with ease. He was left lying in front of Eddie in just his boxer briefs. “Mmmm, Richie, you look so good like this, strung out, are you gonna beg me, baby? Beg me to fuck you?” Richie whined, desperate for Eddie to touch him. “Or are you going to beg to fuck me. I’d be good with that too, anything you want.” Richie bucked up into Eddie’s touch at that thought.

They shared another deep kiss, before Eddie was dropping his head to Richie’s crotch, pulling down the waistband of the boy’s underwear and letting his cock spring free. His cock was twitching under the attention of Eddie’s gaze. Eddie used his thumb to rub the slit, collecting drops of precum and sliding his hand down the shaft. He jerked lazily a few times, before moving his head down and licking just the slit, Richie groaned. Pleasure coursing through his body. Eddie took the head in, tongue working at his frenulum, then sunk his head down most of the way, using his hand to work what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. He slid his mouth up and down his cock, varying his speed as he watched Richie fall apart from just his mouth. Richie was getting close, Eddie could tell by the sounds that he was making, he pulled off and jerked him a few more times, edging him off of his orgasm slightly. Richie whined.

“Baby, are you going to finger me open or do you want to watch me do it myself?” Eddie asked, pulling a bottle of lubricant and a condom from underneath one of the pillows.

“C-can I w-watch you?” Richie asked, mind hazy with all of the feelings. He never imagined his first time being like this. Eddie nodded and stood up in the bed of the truck, pulling his pants and briefs down in one motion. He got on his knees, straddling Richie’s legs, ass towards Richie. He used one hand to brace himself, sticking his ass out further so that Richie would get a real show. He coated three fingers in lube and slid them down the crack of his own ass. He circled his hole with one finger, teasing, before he pushed his finger in. He moaned at the feeling, keeping still for a moment before wiggling it around and then began thrusting in and out. He made sure to moan and make little noises, so that Richie would know that he was enjoying stretching himself open so that Richie could slide in. Richie reached forward and held his ass cheeks apart, watching as Eddie’s fingers abused his own hole. He added another finger, twisting his wrist, loving the slight burn that came with the stretch. Soon enough he was able to pump three fingers in with little resistance. He turned around to face Richie who leaned up and met him for a kiss. “You’re so fucking perfect, Eddie Spaghetti.”

“Asshole! Don’t call me that when I’m about to let you stick your dick in me. Where are your manners?” Richie gave him a smirk and shrugged, but the smirk was wiped off of his face as Eddie tore the condom wrapper open and slid the latex down his shaft. Eddie poured a liberal amount of lube on Richie’s dick before shimming up his body on his knees and lining up the head of his cock with his hole. “Are you ready, baby?”

Richie nodded and Eddie lowered himself, slowly taking Richie in, inch by inch. He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing his breathing as he got used to the size. Richie stroked Eddie’s hip, his mouth falling open at the feeling of Eddie’s tight heat around him.

Eddie wiggled around gingerly, becoming more comfortable. He raised himself slightly before sinking down again. Richie cried out in pleasure, and Eddie was moaning. He kept grinding his hips, lifting them and slamming back down with more and more intensity. Both boys were withering messes. Richie knew that he wasn’t going to last very long, but he wanted to make it good for Eddie too. He wrapped his hand around Eddie’s dick, stroking experimentally. The smaller boy’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He slid up and down a few more times, Richie could feel the heat pooling already and couldn’t help himself, he tumbled over the edge and came with a shout.

Eddie pulled Richie’s hand off his cock and pumped furiously for another minute, cumming all over Richie’s chest. He moved off of Richie, before sliding the condom off and tying it, dropping in in a plastic bag. He used one of the blankets to wipe them off, and then tossed it to the side. Richie was waiting to pull him into his arms and pull blankets over them. Eddie smiled, resting his head against his chest.

“So, how was it, Richie?” Eddie asked snuggling in a bit more, the chilly temperature starting to get to him after being exposed to it for so long.

“Jesus fuck, Ed. So much better than I could have ever expected.” Richie rambled. “I love you. God I fucking love you. I want to do that with you so many more times. All the time. Jesus, I finally understand why the others are always sneaking off....” Eddie cuts him off by pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I love you too, Trashmouth. If I knew you were waiting for me, I would have waited a little longer too, just to have you as my first.” How about we get some sleep and see about a round two?” Richie’s eyes grew in size and he nodded eagerly. Eddie laughs a little, and they settle in. Counting stars until they fall asleep.

[your-dietician]

2021 All-Area girls' soccer Player of the Year: M-S star thrives after finding sports-life balance | Sports

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2021 All-Area girls' soccer Player of the Year: M-S star thrives after finding sports-life balance | Sports

Nyah Biegler hams it up at the Mahomet-Seymour High School soccer field at Middletown Prairie Elementary School in Mahomet this week. The recent M-S graduate, who earned The News-Gazette’s Player of the Year honors this season, isn’t done playing soccer, either. She’ll continue in college at Eastern Illinois starting this fall.

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MAHOMET — Nyah Biegler debated about playing soccer for Mahomet-Seymour High School.

Debated about continuing to play the sport at all.

Both scenarios are difficult to imagine nowadays for the recent M-S graduate.

The former is difficult to imagine because Biegler is the 2021 News-Gazette girls’ soccer Player of the Year.

She did “so much 50 to 80 yards from the goal to allow us to succeed,” according to M-S coach Jeremy Davis, and still managed to produce 19 goals and 19 assists from the center-midfielder position while also taking on increased defensive responsibilities to help the Bulldogs’ relatively young back-end group.

Those efforts aided M-S to a 15-3 record and a fifth Class 2A regional championship in as many seasons during a condensed schedule.

Biegler was born into a soccer family.

She was destined to play the sport for an extended period of time.

“It was my first birthday, and I was taking my first steps and my dad had a little soccer ball that he bought me,” Biegler said. “Our family’s just all soccer.”

But Biegler became so immersed in soccer that it eventually wore her down.

Entering high school, she was traveling three hours to St. Louis on a regular basis to work with an Elite Clubs National League team after previously making frequent trips to Indianapolis for the same reason.

“I had a time when I was going to St. Louis that I just wanted to quit,” Biegler said. “I didn’t want to play college soccer. I didn’t want to do anything. I was just burnt out.”

That’s where M-S soccer came in and kept Biegler playing the sport that runs in her blood.

It turned out to be a great arrangement for both parties.

“Coming here and renewing everything — new coaches, new everything — it was just awesome,” Biegler said. “The love for the sport grew again.”

★ ★ ★

Many of Biegler’s early soccer memories involve those with her dad Neil Biegler, who is an assistant coach under Davis with the Bulldogs.

Neil Biegler played high school soccer at Limestone High School in Bartonville. He donned the No. 3 jersey at that time, as his daughter eventually would.

“We always would watch soccer games. Our favorite team was Manchester United, and we’d have matching jerseys all the time,” Nyah Biegler said. “On our drives to St. Louis and Indiana for soccer, we’d listen to a soccer podcast.”

Biegler’s competitive soccer career started in the Illinois Futbol Club, with she and M-S senior-to-be Cayla Koerner playing on a boys’ team. Biegler then transitioned to playing for Mahomet’s recreational league and being coached by her dad.

Maddi Claybrooke, a senior defender this spring for the Bulldogs, played alongside Biegler at this time.

“We had a really close friend group we grew up playing soccer with. … We all just became really tight friends,” Claybrooke said. “I remember a lot of the time we would do the homecoming parades together. Our team would always come together in the fall and create a soccer float … and throw candy to everyone else.”

★ ★ ★

Those localized friendships soon became more difficult for Biegler to maintain.

Her next soccer stop was in Bloomington, where she again was coached by her father. Biegler then tried out for and found a spot on the ECNL’s Indiana Fire program when she was in seventh grade.

“(My parents) knew it offered opportunities to play in college, and other places around here didn’t,” Biegler said. “It was a great team. … I loved the girls over there. But just driving that far and not having social connections in the community around here (was difficult).”

During two years with the Fire, Biegler remembers that she’d “have to leave early from school three or four times a week.”

Weekends brought about big matches as far away as Washington, D.C., or North Carolina.

“I thought it was normal,” Biegler said. “It was very intense. It’s like going over to Europe and playing with them. … It was a lot of time in and out of the sport to manage our bodies, and we were 12, 13 years old.”

Biegler said a strict diet was imposed upon Fire athletes, though she added Neil and mother Heather were more lenient than some other parents.

In fact, Biegler had to be convinced to eat a food most kids regularly crave.

“I hated chocolate,” Biegler said. “They made us have chocolate milk, and now I love chocolate milk. I drink it after all my games.”

Biegler, however, was reaching a crossroads during her soccer career as she progressed toward high school.

The Fire’s season ran simultaneously with that of Mahomet-Seymour’s. Biegler ultimately decided she wanted to suit up for the Bulldogs, and she also joined the St. Louis-based ECNL squad that played on a different schedule.

This lasted just one year before Biegler knew she needed a change.

“ECNL soccer was great soccer-wise for me. … I got a lot of exposure,” Biegler said. “But the social aspect of it for me, I wasn’t able to be part of this community. And high school soccer brought me my closest friends — definitely the ones I’ll carry on to college.”

Biegler’s parents were supportive and understanding of their daughter’s position.

She’d continue on with the Bulldogs while also returning to Bloomington for club play.

“I definitely made the right decision playing high school soccer,” Biegler said. “(ECNL) has its benefits, too. I probably would’ve been a better soccer player. But this is just about me in a different aspect of my life because soccer’s not everything.”

★ ★ ★

Now that Biegler was re-engaging with the M-S soccer scene, she wanted to ensure she gained as much from it as possible.

So she began working out with the Bulldogs’ boys team, also coached by Davis.

Biegler can list off plenty of girls she became close with through Mahomet-area soccer: Claybrooke, Koerner, 2018 graduate Erin Lenschow and former N-G Players of the Year Meredith Johnson-Monfort and Maddy Wade.

But Biegler also feels “I was probably closer with most of the guys” because of their more rigorous training methods.

“They’re more competitive, and that’s what I need,” Biegler said. “They really are chill and the best friends to hang out with, too. We’d just go out every day playing, and they’re super fast, super strong. They’re just built differently — they’re guys — but it’s definitely made me a better player.”

Nate Lundstrom, another member of the Bulldogs’ Class of 2021, is among the boys Biegler bonded with on the pitch.

Lundstrom was friends with Biegler well before high school, too.

“Her dad was a member at Grace Church, so sometimes he’d unlock the gym and we’d be able to play pickup soccer in there,” Lundstrom said. “She was definitely good enough to play with all of us, and it was really fun.”

Biegler and Lundstrom often paired with fellow 2021 M-S graduates Eli Warren and Logan Woodward in local 4-on-4 tournaments. These events would feature first-to-five goals matches with the winner remaining on the field until suffering a loss.

In one particular tournament, the Biegler-Lundstrom team “became the villains that day because we were the youngest people there but we kept winning.”

“Eli had just absolutely destroyed the seniors team one time, and then that game, I think Nyah hit two shots from half (pitch), too, and two shots in a row that sent the team off,” Lundstrom said. “I think someone even said something along the lines of, ‘Don’t worry if she shoots. Guard Eli.’ And then she made them both. That was fun.”

Biegler also feels she was able to discover her voice more by playing with boys, both in Mahomet and during club team practices in Bloomington.

“It just developed my skills so much faster,” Biegler said. “They definitely bring a bunch of different aspects into my life, socially and soccer-wise.”

★ ★ ★

Biegler’s soccer development in high school included two important alterations.

First, she switched from primarily playing the outside back defender position to the center-mid role she currently occupies.

Biegler was growing into her 6-foot frame and hitting the weight room with increasing frequency, allowing her to become an effective option at center-mid.

“I’m just a vocal person in general, and being able to be in the center of the field and start leading (was great),” Biegler said. “My soccer IQ is higher in the center of the field.”

The vocal element is the second area in which Biegler experienced change during high school soccer.

Biegler said she wasn’t very talkative as a varsity-playing freshman but was welcomed with open arms by the likes of current Illini Johnson-Monfort and Wade.

Even when she began speaking more, though, Biegler still needed to refine her on-field chatter.

“I was very bossy,” Biegler said. “That’s how I played ECNL, and that was just me as a player.”

Biegler was a captain for the Bulldogs’ 2020 team that never got to compete because of the COVID-19 pandemic, and she retained captaincy this spring.

With numerous younger players, including freshman sister Nadia Biegler, now looking for her leadership, Nyah Biegler took a different approach.

“We had a lot of sophomores that hadn’t played a varsity game, and being able to help them figure out what to do, what decisions are best to be made (was important),” Biegler said. “Being able to cheer them on and being able to just be positive to them whenever they need something, I think that’s how (my leadership) developed.”

This chance to grow as a person and player might not have happened if Biegler decided she was done with soccer just a few years prior.

“She’s had a really big impact on our team. Vocally, you can always count on her,” Claybrooke said. “She’s able to encourage people and warn them of the opponents. … Nyah was a big factor in putting the team in position to score. Taking her out of the middle would’ve hurt us.”

★ ★ ★

Biegler’s next soccer stop will have her transitioning back to being a younger athlete in a sea of older athletes.

She’ll soon attend Eastern Illinois and play soccer for coach Jake Plant’s Panthers.

“Because of COVID, all of their seniors are coming back, so it’s going to be a team of 30,” Biegler said. “I’m going to have to fight like crazy to get a spot in there. Honestly, I’ll do whatever the team needs.”

Biegler, who plans to major in biology with the hope of later attending medical school, now struggles to envision a life without soccer.

As Biegler said, there’s more to her than the sport. But the role it’s played in her life is unmistakable.

“Balancing everything is part of life, and it’s going to be hard (in college), but it’s going to be worth it,” Biegler said. “I had to play soccer more, and I’m so excited that I stayed with it.”

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[brimay]

31: “ I fucked up. ”

fic: i guess that’s love (i can’t pretend)

rating: teen and up audiences

tags: alternate universe - modern setting, high school, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, first date.

They’re halfway through their English assignment and tall cups of to-go coffee when Bellamy smacks his laptop closed so suddenly that it manages to startle her. Eyebrows raised, she watches him silently for a minute, noticing the frustration that shines through his facial features.

“What’s wrong?”

Although he looks at her then, he carefully avoids her eyes. Instead, his gaze seems to be faced on her cheek, and she has no idea why until he notes, “You’ve got some sharpie right there.”

Having said that, Bellamy leaves Clarke to rub at her cheekbone and wonder why the hell he’s acting so weirdly all of a sudden. In all of the years she has known him, he’s always been weird about some things, like how he refuses to drink coffee from gas stations and color-coordinates his M&M’s before eating them, but he’s never been weird like this.

Clarke, being stubborn as always, joins him by the window and places a hand on his shoulder. She feels him tense under her touch before he murmurs, “I fucked up.”

“How much?”

“Big time.”

In effort to cheer him up, Clarke doesn’t interrogate any further. She just steals his glasses like she has a million times before, expecting him to grin in response, but he only frowns. When she takes a step forward, Bellamy does something even more unexpected: He wraps his arm around her, pulling her closer to reclaim the glasses. It might not seem like much, and yet it still manages to make her breath hitch a little.

“I let you distract me. When I first met you, and we bickered all the time, Miller told me that you’d get under my skin eventually. I didn’t think it would ever happen, but here we are.”

They met as freshmen as members of the debate club, so for a while their entire relationship was built on irrelevant disagreements. Eventually, however, they went to the women’s march and the pride parade together, which caused them to discover that they have more in common than what meets the eye.

Unable to say anything in response, Clarke simply stares at him, waiting for a continuation. Bellamy’s eyes search hers before he admits, “I don’t actually need help with the assignment. I just wanted to spend some time with you, because… Because I think you’re cute and intelligent and funny… I’m sorry I lied. I just—“

To silence him, she presses a finger to his full lips, trying not to focus on the fact that his hand is still placed against her spine, keeping the distance between them breathtakingly small. “Seriously, Bellamy. Is it really that difficult to ask me out? Am I that intimidating?”

“A little bit,” he replies as a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Look, I was afraid you were gonna say no and then roast my ass in the debate club or something.”

At that, Clarke cocks her eyebrows, now smiling a little despite herself. “That scenario doesn’t sound impossible. If I was going to turn you down, of course.”

She lets herself enjoy the sight of his surprised expression before she leans in to press her lips to his freckled cheek. When she pulls back, there’s a confident grin on his face that nearly knocks all of the air from his lungs, but as if that isn’t enough, she asks, “Where are you taking me?”

“The rooftop.”

“Classic!” Clarke muses, placing a hand on his chest without really knowing why. Obviously, having your first date with someone on a rooftop isn’t actually classic, but it’s classical Bellamy. In freshman year, the only thing she ever noticed about him was the rough, cocky exterior — However, once they became Sophomores and they became friends, she realized that he’s incredibly soft and more than a little dorky on the inside.

And she knows more about it than he thinks she does. She knows that he has a collection of hand-me-down books that he’d love to turn into a private library one day; that he sings in the shower and pours melted chocolate over popcorn when his sister wants to watch a movie. He’s undoubtedly what her father would call ‘a respectable young man’.

“I’ve read on the weather app that it isn’t going to be very cloudy tonight. Hopefully, we’ll be able to see the stars.”

“Romantic,” Clarke notes, watching the brown skin of his cheek flush a little. The dab of color makes him more attractive, if that’s even possible. If he thinks that he’s the only one who has kept things hidden, then he’s wrong. Often, she catches herself staring at him across the hall as if they’re protagonists in a cheesy music video, and her friends have frequently enjoyed pointing it out.

Inside her chest, her heart is leaping excitedly. “Well, there are still a few hours left ‘til sundown. How about we go shopping for some snacks and cook dinner in the meantime?”

Obviously, Bellamy thinks it’s a great idea….

Even though they return to harmless banter when they try to decide which ice cream flavor to pick, Clarke lets him win, causing him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Instead of placing his original pick, wild cherry, in the basket, however, he goes for a flavor that’s a nice compromise considering what they both want: Cherry with brownie chunks.

“Nice.”

“If we’re gonna date, we’ll have to get used to this.”

Well, he’s right, even if the things they disagree on are mostly harmless. Years ago, those harmless things all seemed like a big deal, but once they started to genuinely like each other, understanding their differences and dealing with them in a simple way became much easier.

Beside the ice cream, they agree on the rest of the snacks: Skittles, cookies and cream toffee, barbecue chips, root beer and Bellamy’s chocolate-covered popcorn, of course. When Clarke suggests that they have mac and cheese for dinner, because it’s simple, Bellamy huffs.

“Mac and cheese? How am I going to impress you by making that? Nope, it’s not happening.”

Clarke chuckles. “What are you gonna make then? Lobster?”

“Don’t tempt me,” he jokes, winking at her. “Fine, let’s say mac and cheese. But I’ll bet my ass that it’s going to be the best mac and cheese this world has ever seen.”

Teasingly, she nudges him. It’s great that she finds his confidence endearing now. “We’ll see.”

Oh lord. As much as she doesn’t want to fuel his ego by admitting that he managed it, Bellamy has cooked the best mac and cheese the world has ever seen — or, she hasn’t tasted one better, at least. She doesn’t know what he’s put in it, because he won’t tell her, but her taste buds dance in euphoria every time she takes another bite.

Suddenly, she understands why people need to use the word ‘mouthgasm’ sometimes, even though the cheesiness of it makes her cringe.

If he can satisfy her taste buds this much with his cooking, imagine if… No, she’s not going there. Not tonight, that would be too soon. Feeling a blush creep into her cheeks at the thoughts that are suddenly streaming through her mind without permission, Clarke tries not to pay attention to the sensation of Bellamy looking at her.

It’s not possible for him to know, right? To read minds? To turn the attention away from herself, Clarke decides to finally say something. “This is really good.”

When she looks at him then, he’s smiling in the way that makes her heart melt every time she sees it: This smile creates crinkles at the corners of his dark brown eyes, but it’s still soft and seems effortless. Running a hand through his hair, he replies, “I’m glad you think so.”

“Do you have other hidden talents?” Suddenly, that question emerges from her lips, and she immediately curses herself for allowing it. She spends the next second praying that he didn’t catch its sexual undertones, but it looks as if he chokes on nothing, and therefore she can only conclude that he did.

In spite of this, Bellamy seems to gather himself pretty quickly. “Some, I guess. You haven’t seen them yet, though.”

And with that, he leaves her to gape at him while he does the dishes.

Their date is at least as cozy as she’d imagined it would be: Above them, thousands of stars beam and he tells her some of their stories. While he shows her Cassiopeia, and her tragic story falls off his lips as if he’s told it countless times, Clarke thinks the sweetness of the chocolate-covered popcorn has risen to her head…

… Because she can’t stop thinking of kissing him.

“I turned sixteen and started to drive my mother’s car, and Octavia would beg me to go camping with her. That’s when I learned to turn the stars into a map and to make different kinds of snacks that she loved, even if they kept her up all night.”

“You’re a great brother,” Clarke says, mesmerized by the sight of his bronze skin flooded by starlight.

He mutters a thank you, then stays silent for a minute, and she wonders what he’s thinking of until he reveals it. “… Clarke, I’m really sorry I lied to you.”

Without caring, she inches closer, leaving no space between them. As soon as he feels her against his side, Bellamy puts his arm around her. Because of this, she has to take a second before she replies, “Nevermind. I mean, just think about it: We swapped our boring English assignments for this. Instead of correcting each other’s grammar, we went on a date. I think that’s pretty damn cool.”

“It’s very us, isn’t it?”

The question manages to knock every ounce of air from Clarke’s lungs.

Us. They are an ‘us’, a unit.

Well, maybe they have been since they became co-presidents of the debate club, but this feels very different somehow, like rose petals and love songs are lingering at the edges of the word. That’s what takes her breath away.

“It is,” she says, managing to speak in spite of the fact that her heart is beating against the cage of her chest. In the moment that passes afterwards, their eyes lock. She’s not sure for how long, as it could’ve been seconds, minutes, days even. Maybe the sun rises and sets on the sky above them several times, but they just don’t notice.

When they finally kiss, Clarke isn’t sure of much. She doesn’t know who moves first or why — the only thing she is completely certain of is that it feels like a moment of simple bliss — like walking barefoot through a field of wildflowers, like watching raindrops gather in the palm of your hand, like running your fingertips across the spine of your favorite book.

They break apart to catch their breath, but the intense eye contact remains for a couple of minutes, as if their gazes have become jealous of their lips, and they want to kiss as well.

“For all of our screw ups,” Clarke starts, her voice low. “It’s nice to know that we finally did something right.”

Once she’s said that, they throw their heads back in laughter, sending true happiness towards the starry sky.

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