#my friend taped this onto her laptop

[imtoohotmilk]

everyone look at this scar quick

[waughymommy]

MOMMY KNOWS BEST

Chapter 3

After drying his tears, Brian released the tapes of his diaper. He hopped into the shower. He stood as if in a trance while the water cascaded over him. What the hell happened. How could I have been so stupid. Does she secretly think I’m a freak? Snapping back to reality, he hopped out and got dressed. He often liked to dress nicely, slacks, a button down, and a sport coat. Much like the tools in his garage, he wanted his appearance to portray masculine maturity. He didn’t want anyone to know his deepest desires, but now pandora’s box was open. He slipped on his shoes, grabbed his keys. He found Rebecca before walking out, “Ok I will be back this evening Rebe….I mean mommy/” His face immediately turned bright red with embarrassment. She flashed that beautiful smile, “Brian, its ok. You will soon get used to calling me mommy. You won’t even think about it. I love you my precious baby boy.” “Love you too. See you later.”

Rebecca waited for the sound of the garage door closing before she got to work. She reached for her phone and texted her best friend, Jennifer.

Rebecca: I’m finally going to be a mommy!

Jennifer: OMG, I am so excited. When did you find out?

Rebecca: Last night.

Jennifer: How did Brian react to this news?

Rebecca: Well, that’s the thing. He is going to be my baby.

Jennifer: Excuse me? I don’t even know where to start. What does that even mean? Can we meet up.

Rebecca: Meet me for lunch at the café at noon.

She set down her phone, not realizing she was grinning from ear to ear. She opened her laptop and began her investigation of all the things she would need to purchase. She typed into the search bar Adult Baby furniture. She knew there was an adult baby fetish, but she had no idea how much stuff was available to her. Scrolling down, she found a company catering to adult babies. They had everything she would need. Very quickly her online cart was filled with things. The first things were a crib, changing table and a play pen specifically designed for bigger babies. Brian will feel so helpless when he can’t escape this play pen. She then moved onto diapers, onesies, bottles, and bibs and toys. Good thing Brian isn’t here to see how much this is going to cost. No matter. He is no longer in charge. She felt exhilarated as she confirmed her purchase.

She sat back, imagining her baby sound asleep in his crib, changing his wet diapers, or holding him in her lap as she fed him his bottle. That’s when it dawned on her. She went back to the search bar: how to induce lactation. After a few minutes of research, she placed an order for a breast pump and supplements to aid production. She couldn’t think of anything more nurturing and thrilling than feeding her baby from her breast. But the one thing she still couldn’t figure out was how was she going to get Brian to give into his baby side. His temper tantrum this morning just affirmed that he would be resistant.

Rebecca and Jennifer took their seats at the café. “Before I tell you everything, I need you to promise me that you will keep this private. Please don’t tell anybody,” Rebecca pleaded nervously.

“Of course. We have been friends for years. Now spill it.”

“Ok, ok. So the other day, I was cleaning up in the bedroom and I found this box under the bed. It was filled with all of these baby supplies, but they weren’t for a normal baby. Everything was sized for an adult. Clearly it was stuff that Brian uses. Ever since we’ve been together, I’ve known he was hiding something. But you know Brian. Its so hard to ever get him to open up.”

“Wow, I’m not sure how I would react. But are you sure this is what he wants?” asked Jennifer.

“Well I knew if I questioned him, he would find an excuse and refuse to talk about. Soo, I laid him down and showed him that I had discovered his secret. I decided to give up a one time opportunity to accept my offer to be his mommy, but if her refused that it would never happen again. He accepted. He is so stubborn though. I know he wants this so desperately. He works so hard to make sure I have everything I need and want. I want to do this for him, but how do I get him to let go and fully embrace being little.”

“Hmmm. Have you considered hypnosis? I’m sure there is a way to get him to behave exactly how you want.”

“Hypnosis? I hadn’t even thought of that. I think you are on to something. Oh baby Brian has no idea what’s instore for him.” Rebecca chuckled. “I’ve got some more research to do. I need to get back and prepare for him. I told him that he had today to be a big boy, but that tonight we would discuss his second babyhood. I’ll let him think he has some say over how I treat him, but little does he know that mommy will have total control.”

Brian pulled back into the garage and put his car into park. He took a moment to collect himself. He was still so nervous. He plucked up the courage to walk inside.

“Brian? Is that you sweetheart?” Rebecca called from the bedroom.

“Ya its me.”

“Good, come see back to the bedroom sweetheart, we need to talk.”

Brian cautiously entered the bedroom, unsure of what he would find.

“Come here silly. Everything is just fine. I poured you a glass of wine.” Rebecca beckoned him to the bed. “Did you have a good day sweetheart?”

Brian simply nodded. The nervousness creeped into his throat. He accepted the glass and took a big sip.

“Alright baby. Mommy wants to know all about your fantasy. Don’t be scared baby. So first question, have you ever fantasized about me being you mommy?”

Brian’s cheeks burned, “Yes. Since the first time we met.”

She smiled brightly, “I’m so glad you want me to be you mommy. But I am very cross that you never told me. I know this has been hard for you. But that is ok. How often do you play baby sweetheart?”

“Only a few times. It took me years to work up the courage to buy any supplies. When you went on that girl’s trip a few weeks ago, I spent a whole day as a baby.” Brian still had trouble looking at her as he spoke.

“Ok this is really important baby. Brian, I need you to look at mommy. Have you ever used your diaper?” she grabbed his chin and pulled his gaze up to her eyes.

His blush told her all she needed to know. “Have you ever gone poopy in your diaper baby?”

He cringed at being spoken to like a toddler, but again his embarrassment betrayed his secret.

“Very good baby. I want my baby to completely comfortable using your diaper anytime you need to go. Mommy will never be mad. Afterall, babies have no potty training.” She reached for his pacifier again and placed it in his mouth. She grabbed his hand and led him to the den. She sat him down in his favorite chair. She produced a pair of headphones and placed them on his head. “Now mommy has to make dinner. But I want my baby to relax. I found this special music to help baby unwind. I’ll come get you when dinner is ready, but your butt better not leave that chair until then. You don’t want another spanking like you got this morning, do you?” Brian immediately knew, she wasn’t playing around. Within a few minutes, Brian drifted away, completely unaware that Mommy was training him to be a real baby.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hiii, this is my first time requesting a Miguel fic😭😭😭 nervous

so like hurt/comfort where spider-woman reader was a mother and losing her child (preferably a daughter) was one of her cannon events.

Shes watching old videos on her phone/laptop where her kids kind of like, standing on her feet and they're dancing together to my love mine all mine by mistki (her new album destroyed me) and Miguel walks in and just watches.

Miguel gets caught staring at the videos but instead of telling him to leave she asks him to stay because she knows hes been through something similar. They're just watching old videos of her kid and then they eventually move onto talking about Gabi too.

im a sucker for friends/coworkers to lovers so maybe add a little lovey dovey smut at the end if you want <333

rlly sorry if this is a bit much i just had to get this out of my smooth little brain😭😭😭

hii!! AAA I love it!! but really sorry, no smut in this one :(( I had too many ideas but I had a total brain fart writing this. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

—

OF THE PAST

miguel o’hara x spider-woman!reader

word count: 550

warnings: mentions of death, grief etc

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

Grief and loss aren't uncommon emotions for a Spider-Person. They were feelings all Spiders experienced at one point- all of you connected by a singular canonical death. 

For many others, their event was the death of Uncle Ben, but not you. Yours was your daughter- your little love who 'mistakenly' got caught in the crossfire.

Not many Spiders could resonate with the grief of losing a child, nor could one imagine the weight of it. It's a feeling that can truly be understood by those who have experienced the same thing, by someone who had also lost a child. 

There was only one who could comprehend your grief, Miguel.

You'd often find yourself rewatching old family tapes of you and your daughter, replaying the clips over and over as if the memories weren't painful enough. 

You'd essentially watch your life back, looking over videos and pictures of you and your little girl- times when you baked cupcakes, or had secret picnics in the backyard. Beautiful moments where you danced in the living room, her tiny feet balanced on yours as you held her hands, spinning her around to the music. 

When you watched it back, you couldn't recognise yourself. The woman in the videos isn't here anymore. She was long gone, and you missed her. 

-

You were still at HQ, not wanting to return to an empty home, so you stayed, sitting in the vacant cafeteria as you stared aimlessly at your phone, honing in on the tiny writing at the top of the screen, '1 year ago today.'

"You can sit down," you whisper to the presence behind -Miguel- who has been lurking for the past few minutes.

"What gave it away?" he quietly asks, pulling out a chair next to you.

"Your heart," you sadly smile at him and turn your focus back to your phone. 

The subject of child loss is always incredibly tricky, never knowing what to say or constantly worrying if you said the wrong thing. It's hard to gauge what does more harm to the parent, and though Miguel is dealing with a similar situation, he still found himself at a loss. 

"I do that too," he finally speaks, nodding to your hand. "It feels good for a bit, then it just..." 

"Hurts some more," you finish his sentence, weakly chuckling.

"Yeah," he nods, twisting around in his chair to face you. "Can I see?"

You hum, lightly nodding as you press her photo album, turning it so Miguel could see. 

You swipe through with tears prickled in your eyes, looming in the water line as you smile at the screen. 

"This one," you speak up, clearing your throat. "She— uh, she got into my makeup bag," you laugh, recalling the memory. "And she— erm, she stained her face for a few days. Looked like a panda for a while."

Miguel chuckles, fully immersed in your story. "Gabi did that, too. But she," his smile widens, shaking his head. "Found high heels and dresses." 

"Mine too," you snicker, showing him the picture of your daughter playing adult dress up. 

You both stay like that for a while, sharing stories and memories of your daughters, recalling comical events to lighten the atmosphere. The pair of you telling tales in a way that connects you.

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artwork by shuploc

[number-onekidqueen]

Hey!!!

Could you please do Luke x Goth!fem!reader where they are dating secretly, and Luke finds out she’s getting bullied for how she dresses he decides to confront the bullies and put them in their place 

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Luke Castellan x goth!Hades!reader

apologies for the awkward spacing, my laptop is going through some glitch 😭

angsty fluff

warnings: bullying, verbal abuse ig, a few swear words, necrophilia mentioned (NOT A THEME), Stacey is a cliche warning, mentions sexual themes

summary: even if goth isn't his style, luke is happy to put a few haters in their place, if it means making you feel better.

"You don’t like it, do you?”

He shook his head insistently. You laughed.

“No, I think it’s cool, I just don’t listen to this kind of stuff. It’s new to me.”

You and Luke were sat on your bed in Hades cabin, listening to a cassette you had snuck in this summer.

It was actually how your mum had bonded with Hades. She always told the story of how she had been walking home from a shift, listening to her favourite album on her Walkman, completely lost in the bass and cacophony of drums, unaware of her surroundings. Too late she had noticed a drunk driver swerving towards her. And then a man had come out of the gloom, drawing her safely away by clutching her cassette tape and headphone wires. She’d been at a loss for words, and he’d simply walked away.

He’d met her the next night, returning her Walkman with praise for her music choice. And every night later he’d appear somewhere along their journey, and they’d converse about music and fall in love.

That very album was what you were listening to at the moment. And from the look in his face, it certainly wouldn’t be making its way onto Luke's playlist very soon.

“I know it’s loud, I get it,” you reassured, “I guess I just love the…. Passion.” You didn’t see while you were rambling, but the look Luke gave you then could only be described as adoring. He loved when you ranted like this. “These artists, they’re pouring their heart and soul into everything. Every word they scream, and string they play, they’re giving their best performance to do so. I find it so amazing.”

The sad thing was, not many people shared your view on that, which led to the predicament you were in.

Well, it wasn’t just the music. It was probably the way you dressed too.

Regardless of your explanations, people were always going to stare at your black shorts, choker and smoky eyes. They would always whisper ‘goth girl’ as if it was a swear word.

But you never thought they would be quite so mean. Come on, you were one of them, right?

Wrong, apparently.

"Hey, emo, anyone die lately, or just your style sense?"

This particular jab came from Stacey, an Aphrodite girl who just seemed to loathe you, and was your polar opposite with her glowy make up, tight camp tee and cropped shorts.

Usually you ignored them. Sure, some of their comments were mean, and sometimes you could hear them when you looked in the mirror, when you applied your mascara, when you lay in bed in the darkness. But today, you were done. You were so sick of Stacey sniping and sneering at you. You were going to bite back.

"I didn't realise dressing for men was considered style, but if so, then sure."

There was silence as she gasped at your comment, looking at her friends in shock and for support. She scowled then, and chewed her gum obnoxiously in what you guessed to be an excuse to think of a comeback.

"I'm sorry I get a reaction from men. Kinda sad that black and death doesn't turn anyone on, huh y/n? But I'm sure you don't care. Probably have some relationship with a dead body, right?"

There were muffled giggles as all the Aphrodite girls covered their mouths at her retort. She began to smirk at you as you blinked at her in shock, genuinely hurt.

"I don't get you, Stacey. Why would my style have anything to do with that? How do smoky eyes have anything to do with-with necrophilia or whatever you're suggesting? What the fuck?" You spat, and you walked away from her, hating that you had been defeated, that that stupid girl's words made your eyes feel heavy with tears.

Because to her, you'd always be weird. That one goth girl who always wore black no matter the occasion. Who barely got a first glance from boys.

It was then you wanted to scream to them how much you knew Luke cared about you. You wondered how much their opinions would change, if they knew camp's golden boy was sweet about you. But you never did, because you knew they wouldn't believe you, and so it led to tears and frustration, locking yourself inside your cabin and crying until your face was a runny, smudged mess.

You'd settled yourself against the wall for around half an hour, your hands in your hair as you bathed in misery and insecurity when you heard the first round of insistent knocks and urgent calling of your name. It was him.

Sniffling and wiping your eyes, you got to your feet and let him in, praying you looked better than you felt. His face fell as the door opened and he spotted your saddened features, so you guessed you didn't. Luke stepped in, shutting the door behind him, and immediately brushing the tears from your face with his thumbs, his eyes sad.

"Who did this to you?" he demanded, as he drew you into a hug.

"It was just some-some girls, don't worry, they always do it, I'm just-y'know, being dramatic," you let out a broken laugh into his shoulder and more tears fell, "I guess I should expect it."

"No you shouldn't. They shouldn't torment you regularly just because you dress different to them." He pulled away, his eyes furious now, the cocoa centres dangerously dark, "What the hell is wrong with them?! Tell me their names, y/n, their names."

"No, it's fine, you-you don't need to talk to them, it's-"

"Well, I'm going to either way, so you can tell me, or I'll just find it out."

"I-I-" you stuttered, your body shuddering as a wave of tears swept through you once again, "it was that group of Aphrodite girls, with like Stacey and-"

You buried yourself in his arms, and he squeezed you tight, fingers brushing gently through your hair. "You know you're so much better than them, right?" he murmured warmly, "you're smarter, you're prettier-"

"No, I'm not-"

"Yes, you are, and you should know it, because you are, y/n. You're worth a million of them." Luke's words were firm, and the way he looked at you then, resolute and as if he believed his phrase with every particle of his being made you soften. Made you almost believe him.

"I'm gonna come back with some soda, and we can chill out and listen to your tape, yeah? How's that sound?"

"Amazing," you said, with a watery smile.

"Great, well I'll go now, so I can be back soon," and he sent you a faint-inducing grin as he inched out of your arms that made you lose track of a few sentences.

"Luke," you protested, when you finally got your tongue under control, "no, you-you don't have to this, right? You realise you don't have to do this? It's ok, it's-"

"Yeah, of course," he responded calmly, that same grin on his face as he reached for the door, "I don't know where you think I'm going. I'm just off to get some soda."

And do some other things along the way.

He stormed over to the Aphrodite cabin, knocking rapidly before throwing the door open. Stacey was there, sat on the bed humming a pop song and fixing her hair in her hand mirror, frozen in place as she watched him barge in and shut the door. Her surprise smoothly transitioned into seduction, as was typical with a lot of Aphrodite girls.

"Someone wanted to see me," she cooed, sending him a flirty smile.

Oh yes he did indeed.

"So, I heard about some things with you and y/n,"

"Oh, yeah, that," Stacey waved the words away as if they were a pesky fly, resting on her elbows as she looked up at him with doe eyes, "she looked like a horror movie, Luke. Like, you know how much I care about the kids! They might get scared."

"Yeah, yeah sure, Stacey, I'm sure those were your intentions."

She frowned at that, her glossy lips and thin brows crinkled.

"Why are you even standing up for her anyway? It's not like she's nice, and she's so weird, like she's probably not even straight, like I've heard she has relationships with bats and graves and shit."

"And where did you hear that, Stacey?" He asked coldly, anger rising through him.

She quickly noted the negative emotions surfacing in his tone, and cocked her head. "I don't know, like just around the place. Look, I don't know why you care about this so much? I doubt she has a soul."

"Oh, she does, Stacey. And her soul is much more beautiful and amazing than yours will ever be," he sucked a breath in, trying to restrain his utter rage, "and I want you to never talk to my girlfriend like that again."

"Y-your-your girlfriend?" She spluttered, absolutely shell-shocked.

"Yeah, my girlfriend."

"But-what-?"

"She's the best girl at camp, so I don't know why you say all that stupid stuff about her. Anyway, I need to go now, Stacey, but I think you got the message, yeah?"

She nodded dumbly, her eyes still wide, and Luke smirked as he left the suffocatingly rose-smelling cabin and went into the open air.

With that done, he needed two ice-cold cans of soda.

[gamerwoo]

hansol/mingyu: the lovers playlist

characters: mingyu x female reader

genre/warnings: idol au, friends to lovers, sosososo much fluff

word count: 686

summary: come on, come on, we were one upon a time in love; we're accidentally in love

a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics. this is the final part of tlp!!! im kinda sad it's over but im glad the story is finally complete 😌 i really wanna do another series styled like this but we'll see lmao. thank you sm to everyone who supported and loved the series!! 💛💛

previous song | back to playlist

"Here."

A black cassette tape was tossed onto your desk. You looked at it with furrowed brows as you removed your headphones and picked it up, glancing up at the man who was clearly trying -- and failing -- to hide a stupid grin.

You flipped it over. You recognized the smudged sticker that was meant to read Mingyu's Tape. Even though the boy in question apparently had the tape, he didn't relabel it.

"Why'd you have this?" you ask him.

He nodded toward you, "Just listen to it."

You flashed him a suspicious look before you stood up from your desk and walked over to Mingyu's nightstand. You were borrowing Wonwoo's laptop to do some editing -- all of his tech was a lot better than yours -- so you decided to just stay the night at their dorm anyway.

Mingyu had invested in one of those radios like the one you had at home because he wanted to hear some of your tapes. You popped the one he tossed at you in the player and then made yourself comfortable in his bed. Mingyu flopped down right beside you, already giggling to himself.

All of the songs were familiar to you. Obviously. You were the one who made the tape.

There was a pause after I Wanna Be Yours. Normally, that was where the tape had stopped, so you expected the silence. But then, you suddenly heard the sound of a drum, followed by a familiar guitar melody.

Almost immediately, you huffed and rolled your eyes. That cued loud laughter from your boyfriend.

"Shrek? Really?" you asked him.

"Baby, you love Shrek!" he insisted, trying to justify why that one Counting Crows song was suddenly added to the playlist. "But that's not why. Just listen."

So she said, what's the problem, baby? What's the problem? I don't know; Well maybe I'm in love.

Right. You'd forgotten just how sappy this song was. You never really fully thought about the lyrics because the song was connected with a Shrek movie.

"So you added to my tape?" you asked him, turning your head to look at him with a small smile.

He shrugged, "I had to. It couldn't just end where it did."

"Why not?"

"Because I am yours now. Duh."

Come on, come on, move a little closer; Come on, come on, I want to hear you whisper; Come on, come on, settle down inside my love.

You couldn't help but giggle at the way he said it. It was no secret how excited and giddy Mingyu was ever since you said you accepted his confession -- even if over a year had gone by already.

"And why did you choose this song?" you wondered.

Come on, come on, we were once upon a time in love; We're accidentally in love.

He scoffed, "You don't think this song is perfect for us?"

Accidentally in love; Accidentally in love; Accidentally--

It kind of was. You never meant to fall for Mingyu. Actually, everything that lead up to you and Mingyu had started off as just you and Hansol. And yeah, you were good friends with him now, but if you had gone back in time and told yourself you'd end up with Mingyu, you'd probably laugh.

I'm in love, I'm in love; I'm in love, I'm in love; I'm in love, I'm in love.

"Alright, last question," you decided, rolling over onto Mingyu so you could look down at him with a sweet smile as you looked into his warm brown eyes. He never stopped looking at you like you were the best thing to grace the planet. "Why'd you add to the playlist now? I made this so long ago."

Come on, come on, spin a little tighter; Come on, come on, and the world's a little brighter; Come on, come on, just get yourself inside her love.

He just shrugged and said, "Better late than never, right?"

Then he rolled the two of you over so he was over you, planting kisses all over your face as he heard you laugh over the end of the song.

I'm in love.

── « ⋅ʚ ♫ ɞ⋅ » ───

[forthelostones]

♡ black female reader x ellie williams (part one) ♡

synopsis: ellie is your TA for your english lecture at university and she pulls you aside for revision.

warnings. 18+ (mdni); switch!reader x switch!ellie, teasing, fingering, female cunnilingus, degradation, small boob appreciation, and n!pple play.

an: hi everyone! this is my first idek what this is called when i was coming up "one shot".... (is that even a thing anymore?). i am super nervous about this! but please enjoy x.

wc: 2.2k

PART TWO

It was the last few months at university and you were getting entirely tired of your English lecture. Your professor talked slowly, and quietly, and pointed out the obvious connections within the simple texts. You felt as if you were far too advanced for this 300-level college course. You answered all the questions, understood what the “deep” metaphors were, and made A’s on every paper. The only thing that kept you interested was the TA who graded all those papers. Ellie Williams was a senior English major with a specialty in Print Media. You heard stories about her, glanced at her from a distance, and saw her around but you could never gain the courage to speak to her outside of class. 

She sat in the corner, near the lecture podium, with her auburn hair pulled back, and a pencil tucked behind her ear as she looked out onto the hall. She sat slouched with her legs spread open, one foot taping the ground slowly, and the occasional eye roll at a stupid question. 

As you sat listening to the room share their perspectives on a Shakespearean text, you took quick glances at her over the corner of your laptop. Today she was wearing a loose, red, long-sleeve shirt, exposing her forearms. Her right arm was adorned with faded black ink that traveled all the way up her shoulder. The warmth that traveled to your cheeks fell between your thighs, as your eyes focused on her fingers that were now swirling that same pencil in a rhythmic motion. 

“Have a great weekend.” Your professor nearly shouted startling you. 

Your chest caved-in and your eyes bugged outward, you felt a nick of embarrassment hoping no one saw your body jolt. You close your laptop and see Ellie crack a smirk as she walks over to you. 

What could she want, you think. 

“Sorry y/n, I couldn’t get around to emailing you last night, but Professor said I should help you with your upcoming essay.”

Her low voice echoed in the now empty hall. 

“Oh? Really? Sure. I thought my draft was pretty good but—”

“It’s not that you’re being singled out, I have to work with everyone on theirs.” She interjected.

That knot of embarrassment in your chest tightened as you saw no sincerity in her sage eyes. 

“It’s last minute but it won’t take long. We can go to the office and work on it a little or we can reschedule, up to you.” She shrugged.

You pause in an attempt to act like you’re thinking. It’s Friday night, you should have something to do, but you don’t. “Sure. Let’s do it.” 

You gather all your things and follow behind her into your professor's office, just across the hall. In front of you were the large floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out onto the crowded quad lawn. Students soaking up the sun and lying in the grass chatting with their friends. The other walls were covered in bookshelves with every academic book you could ever imagine. She sat her bag down and pulled out your pristine rough draft, which was now slightly crumbled. 

“Hm,” slipped out. 

“What?” She asked smugly. 

“It’s just my paper was kind of thrown into your bag like… shit.” 

“Oh, sorry.” She says attempting to smooth it out by placing it on her chest and using her palms. 

She sat next to you in the large armed chair, her knees practically touching yours through her black jeans. Electricity sparked as you came in slight contact with her body. Her hands adjusted to the corners of your paper, her fingers fiddling between each page, spreading them open and moving up and down. You noticed all the notes and corrections she made, the red pen she used scribbled out sentences, rewrote phrases, and small notes on the margins like ‘too wordy’.  

“Are you sure this is my paper?” You asked, snatching it from beneath her hands. 

“Read it. Y/N, How Shakespeare Altered The English Language.” She read. 

“You scribbled out my title too?”

Your hands became damp with nervous anger. You were top of your class, your professors adore your writing and now a TA just a year above tells you how you’re falling short. 

“It was boring.” She said plainly.

“Simple language is good. It’s easier for people like you to understand.” 

You face her and notice how defined her freckles are. How full her lips are and you unfurl your eyebrows as you realize how close you are to her face. 

She snorted. “People like me? You mean the person who grades your shitty papers every other week? Who can absolutely give you any grade I want, that person?” 

You stutter in an attempt to get words out, but you know she’s right. She could tank your grades if she wanted to. Her face turns upwards in a challenge. 

“So now my papers are shitty? They’re shitty now?” 

Your two bodies are now completely turned towards each other, knees touching, and eyes locked. The air becomes thick when she doesn’t reply. Adrenaline rushes to your head quickly, as someone who regularly avoids conflicts this feeling is overwhelming. 

“If you read the notes… maybe you would understand. Clearly you don’t have the capacity to even do that.” She smiled. 

She thought this was funny, seeing you flustered, in a hard spot where you couldn’t comprehend why you were being judged so harshly. 

“I want so see everyone else’s papers.” You asked. 

“What?” 

“I want to see how much editing you did to others.”  

You stand up and grab her bag and run your hands through it, before you could pull anything out, she jumps up and grasps your wrist with surprising strength. Your heart beats violently as her she pulls your hand away from the fabric of her bag. As she shoves you away, the junk falls out onto the floor. 

“Really?” She muttered and stuffed her items back inside. 

She gave you her signature eye roll and huffed as she ‘reorganized’ her stuff. As she stood up she walks towards you without saying a word. Her eye contact burnt you as they became low with anger. 

“Ellie.” You sigh. 

You feared that she’d use her strength against you.

“Y/N, there are no other papers,” She smirked. “For someone so smart you can be so dumb.” 

Your breath caught in your throat as you heard her words. You peered over her shoulder, quickly observing the bright windows, afraid to be seen. 

Her fingertips wrap around your waist softly, pulling your closer to her hips. Your lips pursed tightly together as you fought to speak. 

“So you lied to get me alone?” You asked. 

“Can you keep up?” She tugged at you a little more. Naturally, your body resists her touch, but you became so wet at her criticism of your intelligence. 

“I can.” You reply sorely. 

Her hand slowly rises up your back, tracing your spine. 

“The thing is, you always leave class so fast. Rushing out. I never could catch you even if I tried.”  

Her fingers do a dance under your shirt and the coolness of them startles you. Then bring her palms down to your ass, which made you moan, surprising the both of you. 

“What can I say, I’m busy.” You lie. 

You spent your nights in your apartment reading and watching the same movies. Sometimes you’d think of Ellie and recall her face from class if she saw you laying in bed, practically naked. 

“Busy? I don’t know if I believe that.” She challenged with a grin. 

She unclipped your bra skillfully with one hand. You gasped at the release of tension, you pushed your pelvis against hers, you were so close you felt her chest rise and fall. 

“What’s not to believe? I’m top of my class, President of—“ 

“Don’t care,” She interrupted. 

Her lips came one inch from yours and all you could feel is her breath graze your lips. Her eyes jolt down to the valley of your cupids bow, which made her swipe her lips with her tongue.  

“I love your lips Y/N.” 

“Why don’t you taste them then?” 

She leaned closer but did not come in contact, her hands rubbed up towards your loosened bra and came in contact with your hard, brown nipples. She circled around them gently. 

“And give you the satisfaction after you insulted my intelligence?” She grimaced. 

You pushed her away and clipped your bra back and headed towards the desk to grab your things. She looked surprised as you gather yourself to head for the door. As you bent over the chair, she came behind you and thrust herself onto you. That tattooed hand slithered up your body, to your throat, and pulled you back into her body. 

“Do act so coy Y/N. The way you stare at me when I spread my legs open, when my fingers glide against papers, and when I show my arms you can’t help but stare.” 

Her hand travels to your pants, undos your button, and dips her fingers into your soaked panties. You gasp at the firmness of her calloused fingertips. You push your ass into her hips and feel her pelvis brush against you, she likes to feel you from this angle. 

“So?” You fought to say through moans. 

“So, fuck me Y/N. Why do you have to be so stuck up?” 

Her fingers traced your slit, plunging deeper into the slick she was responsible for. She pulled her hands out, dripping with your desire, and she raised them to your lips. She took her other hand and grabbed your jaw gently causing your mouth to open. She slipped her fingers in your mouth making you taste yourself. You wrapped your tongue around her thick fingers, unafraid of anyone who could see inside, you felt pure ecstasy of hearing her moans as you fulfilled her fantasy. 

You turned around to face her and finally kissed her. Her lips were soft with lust and her tongue slipped quickly into your mouth. She pushed your back into the desk, gripping your thighs to hoist you up on top, her strength shocked you. She wrapped her hands around your hips and pulled you deeper into her mouth. Your hands naturally fell around her waist and unbuckled her belt and desperately reached for her core. 

She pulled her shirt up to reveal her bare chest. You always noticed her perky nipples, wondering about her crude disposition against bras, you weren’t complaining though. She forced a nipple in your mouth and commanded you to suck. She grabs the back of your head and pulls you in more. They were the perfect size, smaller, but perfect to suck hands-free. She restrained her moans as your teeth wrapped around her flesh. You can tell she never could give up being in control, the stories confirm that. Always on top, always servicing others, so your image of her was different than the view here. 

“What if someone sees?” You ask nervously. 

“Windows are shaded from the outside.” She said as she used her arm to clean the desk. 

She pushed you back and began to lay warm kisses on your belly. You tuck your hands in her scalp when she gripped your wrist and slams it into the desk. You groan in pain but it excites you. 

Her fingers hook into the loops of your jeans and pulls them down. Her hand palms your warm panties and brushes upwards, you try not to show how much you need her, but she presses harder. 

“Say it.” She probes. 

“What? That I want you?” You ask. 

“Say it.” 

You don’t reply and she pulls your panties off aggressively and brings her lips to yours. She starts kissing your pussy so passionately you imagine you could cum from that. 

She lifts her head, “Watch me.” 

The tip of her tongue and dipped it into your crease, searching for your clit. Once she finds it, she takes her fingers and spreads you wide open. Her tongue enters inside of you and your back arches into her. Your body waves up and down from desperation, you know she posses more than she’s leading on. She gets a good rhythm going and feels you dripping down her chin, she stops. Leaving your body twitching from frustration. 

You stood up dripping, reaching for her. 

“Y/N, say you need me.” She commanded as she was reaching to slip her shirt back on. 

“I need you Ellie.” You break. 

You dropped to your knees tugging at the waistline of her jeans, pulling them down with her underwear. She was drenched too, so turned on from touching you. You dug your face into her wetness, your tongue meeting her delicious taste, sweet and warm, sliding down your throat. You bring your middle and ring finger to her entrance and she sighs out of pure passion. As you entered her, you felt her fingers gripping your shoulder, and her grunts tickled your brain. You arched your fingers inside of her and worked your tongue around her clit in circles. 

“Fuck.” She moaned. 

Her panting got deeper, faster, and her nails pinched into your skin. You sucked at her clit to bring her to a climax. As you pulled your fingers out her stickiness strung from her core and straight into your mouth. 

[zestylunch]

whoopsie!

boyfriend! soap x afab! reader

TW: cheating, violence, hitting with frying pan, being tied up, anger, angst? idk, anger, betrayal, but also kind of happy ending lol,

NO SMUT but mdni probably

theres not really any pronouns for the reader but he calls her bonnie and shes just very girly so i would say she's a girl or afab!

disclaimer this is probably so bad like i just had an idea and here it is also ive never published anything on here so yeah...... erm idek if anyone is even gonna like this might delete this highkey this is probably so corny or something help

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Tongue running over your top teeth, your jaw clenched as you read the messages.

Johnny: I’ll meet you with the money. ;) 

Allie: cant wait ! <3 

Johnny: I’ll be in the black pickup. Let’s make this quick, can't have her noticing. 

Allie: :)

The messages, shared shamelessly between your boyfriend, Johnny, and your best friend, Allie. You seethed with burning anger, hatred, and a sad feeling of betrayal. 

How could they do this to you? you had thought to yourself, running over mental images in your mind.

Were you not enough? 

Your lip curled in disgust at the laptop screen. Your boyfriend's phone was connected to your shared MacBook, allowing you to see all of the texts between them. Fucking idiot, you thought, scoffing at his stupidity at getting caught.

He would get home very soon. In an hour or so, you knew.

You hopped onto your own phone, blocking your best friend's number, not wanting her to ever be able to reach you again.

And, it's not like you had read any previous messages. These were clearly messages that you weren't meant to find. You had seen enough from these two, you wanted both of them out of your life. To think that you were merely a bridge for their connections? They met through you, and you had only facilitated their abilities to be around each other! They're both fucking traitors, leeches, at best! Oh, God, you had thought. I'm so naïve.

You practically snarled at the thought, a nauseating feeling appearing in your stomach, festering from the years of pent-up emotions buried deep within. Great. Another thing to add to the list of things haunting you.

You plopped down lazily on your loveseat couch, tears welling in your eyes and a familiar feeling of defeat revealing itself to you. A tear slid down your cheek, icyhot, making it's appearance in the darkness of the room. You stared over at the MacBook that was still open, the screen now on standby mode, colorful bubbles bouncing across the screen.

Something dreadful pulled you from your entranced bubble-following, and you jumped up at the sound of his pickup pulling into the driveway of your house. Scurrying over to the kitchen, you grabbed a frying pan out of your cabinet, holding it up in self-defense.

So help me, God, you thought, I'm gonna knock this motherfucker out.

You watched from the darkness of the entryway of your kitchen, stealthily hidden between the wall and your trashcan. You observed the door opening, him throwing his stupid fucking scarf over the ledge in the entryway, happily smiling, only to find the house... dark. He caught sight of the MacBook, and furrowed his eyebrows. "Bonnie... I'm back," he spoke, looking around, as he stepped further into the foyer.

He searched, listened, for any sign of you, but didn't seem to get one.

"My love?"

"You're home early," you said, quickly, as he walked by the entryway of the kitchen, before you swung the frying pan and hit him straight in the head with a whack, forcing him to the floor.

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Once his eyes peeled open, a terrible pounding at his head engulfed him. He tried to move, but he was... tied against something. A chair.

At first, the soldier he was, he believed he was captured for an interrogation, and immediately flooded with panic at the thought of you not being alright. He started to wrestle against the duct tape holding him, desperately looking around.

But he was met with the sight of you. Looking down at him, seemingly... angry?

"Bonnie!" he gasped, looking up at you, relieved to see you okay, before furrowing his eyebrows. "What's- what's thi-" he started.

"Shut your dumb fucking mouth," you hissed, leaning down to his level.

"Allie, huh?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My best fucking friend? The person I trusted the most in this world that wasn't you!" you spat, eyes narrowing angrily.

Looking confused, and, a bit terrified to say the least, he peered up at you, his eyes glossing over.

"Bonnie, I really don't-"

You interrupted him again, slamming your finger down on the space bar of the MacBook, waking the screen up to display the text messages between the two of them. Shoving it in his face, your face twisted into an angry frown.

His glistening, blue eyes scanned over the screen of the laptop, taking in what he was reading. He didn't respond, only looking up at you with a sad look in his eyes.

Did you not like surprises, maybe?

"B-but, my love-"

"Mouth shut," you spat, again, shutting the laptop.

"Oh, the glory. The glory of being a soldier, Johnny MacTavish. A sergeant, you are. I bet everyone loves you, like I do, the funny, smiling in everyone's face, laughing and joking, Johnny. I bet your Captain wouldn't approve of you being a lying, conniving, evil fucking traitor!" you yelled, kicking his shin.

"Bonnie, what?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"How can you act like you don't know what I'm talking about?" you choked, flopping down in a chair next to him.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," he said, quietly, looking hurt and tired.

"Oh?" you asked, perking up, a sarcastic smile on your face.

"A surprise? Boy, am I fucking surprised! Hey, y/n, look, surprise! I'm fucking your best friend, and I'm paying her for it too!" you mimicked.

"What?" he asked, looking confused and horrified.

"Oh, come on!" you replied, angrily.

"Release me from this-" he peered behind himself, observing his wrists tied together at the back of the chair, "from this tape, right now, y/n."

"Not until you admit you've fucked up. Then, once I untie you, you have an hour to get the fuck out of my sight."

"What? N-No!" he hissed, fighting against the duct tape.

"If you think, even for a second, that I want you in my sight after this, you're fucking insane," you declared, inching around behind him, until he couldn't see you anymore.

"Admit it. Admit that you're a liar, and a cheater."

"But M'not," he said, struggling to turn his head and look at you.

"Really tempted to knock you out with this pan again."

"You hit me with a pan? Is that why my head is poundin-"

"ADMIT IT!"

"NO!"

"I'm raising this pan," you whispered, and he watched the shadow of it raise behind him with horrified eyes.

"Bonnie, how much of those messages did you read?" he asked, swallowing thickly.

"Oh, I decided I'd seen enough sexting after the first four messages I'd read," you spat.

With a snap, the tape securing his wrists broke, and he scrambled out of the chair, backing up against the wall away from you. Huffing and puffing, he observed your form- angry, disheveled, almost, hair stringy and draped over you, in your summer frock that you enjoy gardening in. His heart melted a bit at the sight, but it was quickly swallowed by his fear of you rushing at him with the pan.

He caught your arm before you could bring the thing all the way down on him, and snatched it away from you with a grunt. He set the pan down quickly, not wanting to appear any harm to you, and raised his hands.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it. He tapped the screen a few times, and set the phone down slowly on the table before looking up at you, eyes glossy.

You approached slowly, arms uncrossing themselves, and leaned down to read the messages, the screen lighting up your tired face in the darkness of the dining room.

Johnny: Hello, is this Allie? This is Johnny, y/n's boyfriend. I was wondering if you'd be able to help me with something. I know you're good with surprises, y/n has told me about your surprise party antics!

Allie: hi! yes, that's me :)) what's on your mind, then?

Johnny: Well, I was planning on proposing to her.

Allie: OHMYGOD!!!! YES! :0

Johnny: Haha. I was thinking the beach as the destination, but I can't find time to go and pick up the ring from the jeweler, so do you think you could grab it for me? I'll pay you back!

Allie: yes, i'll be able to. how much should i bring?

Johnny: $1,450

Allie: no problem! just bring me the cash right after, if you don't mind. then we can discuss the whole party thing

Johnny: Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Read 4:57 p.m.

Your breath hitched as you read through the messages, and you peered up at Johnny, eyes wide with surprise and sadness.

"Oh," you said, quietly, standing there dumb and aimlessly.

Johnny reached into his pocket, pulled out what appeared to be a red velvet box, and set it down on the kitchen table. It was briefly lit up by the phone screen until the screen went dark.

Silence fell upon the both of you. Awkward, guilty, hurt, confused, shocked silence.

"This was supposed to be a surprise," he sighed, sitting down in one of the chairs at the table, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm- I'm sorry," you said, quietly, avoiding his gaze, guilt plaguing you. I mean, shit, you'd whacked his ass with a frying pan and tied him up. And he wasn't even guilty.

"I forgive you, Bonnie," he shook his head, smiling up at you, before reaching to the side of his head where the radiating pain was coming from.

"Though my brains are probably mush, by now. You got me good. Serves me right, though, I suppose, how I made that look," he huffed, a sad smile on his face as he looked up at you from where he sat.

"I understand if you don't wanna marry me, now," you choke, wiping your eye swiftly to prevent a tear from escaping.

He didn't reply, a solemn sigh escaping him.

"I would've never done this if I had known. I'm sorry I ruined the surprise, I ruined everything, I broke your trust probably-" you started, choking as you began to cry.

You covered your face in shame, hiding away from him, guarding yourself. You sobbed, frantically, realizing that you'd probably just fucked up two of the best relationships ever gifted to you by the heavens above.

Unbeknownst to you, Johnny stood up, and grabbed the velvety box, opening it up. He knelt down to the floor, and, with the sound of his rustling, you uncovered your face, blinking down at him. You let out another sob at the sight.

"Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, y/n?" he asked, quietly, solemnly, but shakily. You could hear the fear in his voice.

"Get up," you huffed out a laugh, softly, before letting another sob out.

"And yes, I'll marry you, even with a dent in your fuckass mohawk from the frying pan."

He stood up happily, and engulfed you in a loving hug, seemingly forgetting about the entire ordeal earlier.

"Hey, my mohawk is not fuckass. Also, that was my favorite frying pan," he huffed, before dipping down to plant a soft, loving kiss on your lips.

[ksnfangz]

PART SEVEN : RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY

nervously taping his fingers against the wooden tables jungwon continued to stare at the door of the local library. He had settled for a more basic outfit, wearing a plain white t-shirt with a grey jacket thrown over to protect him from the cold air.

He would occasionally look down at his phone hoping that a text from y/n would pop up letting him know that she was there. His coffee was now half drunken while hers began to get cold.

Why is he so nervous? It is just a study session not a date.

The familiar sound of a text notification filled his ears and he quickly picked up his phone

y/nie 🐈 : hey im here where are you sitting??

wonnie 🐈‍⬛ : I’m kinda in the back by the graphic novels! you should be able to see me from the main door though.

y/nie 🐈 : okay here I come

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Jungwon felt his brain freeze as the girl made her way toward him with what he would describe as the cutest smile on her face. Was she that happy to see him?

“ Hi!” jungwon says gesturing for the girl to sit across from him. “ Hey, thank you again for helping me. I suck ass at essays not even sure how I made it through high school.” Y/n says with a small laugh digging through her bag to pull out her textbook, pencils, and a note book decorated with different stickers.

“ Oh, I got you a coffee!” Jungwon informs sliding the drink over to the girl trying not to noticeably watch her taste it.

“ Woah it’s really sweet!” Y/n says her face twisting. “I’m usually a little lighter on the sugar but it’s still good, thank you wonnie.” the girl states taking another sip. Jungwon would have a word with sunghoon later. wait for wonnie? Does she just—

“ Sorry if it’s too sweet I asked sunghoon how you liked it he told me you like a lot of sugar but now that I think about it shouldn’t have trusted him.” Jungwon rambles.

“ It’s okay jungwon, it’s the thought that counts next time I’ll buy you a coffee.”

wait next time? there was gonna be a next time? Jungwon smiled to himself.

“ I’ll hold you to that, now onto this essay what’s it about?” Jungwon asks.

“ we’re supposed to share our opinions on whether or not we agree with the author's view on how nature connects to human lives but my reasonings aren’t good enough,” she explains a small pout resting on her lips.

“ She said I need to find the deeper meaning or something.” y/n scoffs opening her laptop.

“ That doesn’t make much sense… it’s supposed to be an opinion-based answer. So why do you need to explain a deeper meaning?” Jungwon asks.

“ That’s what I’m saying.” y/n exclaims before covering her mouth completely forgetting they were in a library. The girl mumbled a small sorry to the old librarian as she walked past them with a judgmental eye.

The rest of their time was spent working through the essay, jungwon hoping that the girl wouldn’t notice his shaky hands as he pointed out certain errors, and Y/n hoping the boy didn’t think she was a complete idiot due to her spelling and grammar errors.

Though here and there the two would somehow get onto random topics such as movies, their favorite Mukbang channels, and what colors they want to dye their hair. Pretty much anything the two could talk about to try and get to know the other more.

As the sun slowly began to set, their library date had come to an end. Jungwon quietly helped the girl pack away her items, and throw away the empty coffee cups. He’d still be having a word with sunghoon later.

“ Did you need a ride home?” the boy asks as they exit the library.

“ No, a friend is coming to get me so we can go out for dinner!” Y/n says excitedly. “I haven’t seen him in so long since he went to visit his parents in China,” she adds.

“ Oh that’s nice… I’ll wait with you until he comes,” Jungwon states.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to stand here it’s getting late.” y/n replies. “that’s the exact reason why I need to stay I’m not leaving you out here alone at night,” Jungwon explains.

“ That’s sweet of you.”

After a few more minutes a sleek black car pulled up in front of the library, and out stepped one of the best-looking guys jungwon had ever seen. “ Ricky!” y/n cheered rushing to hug the boy, jungwon tried to hide his jealousy as the male's arms wrapped around y/ns waist.

“ Hey y/nie, ready for dinner?” The blonde questioned not even acknowledging Jungwon's presence.

“ of course, I am we have a lot of catching up to do!” Y/n replied cheerfully.

“ Oh, and Ricky this is jungwon! he’s helping me with English class because I’m struggling.”

For the first time since he’d arrived, Ricky had finally looked at jungwon giving the boy a better view of his face. He kinda looks like a cat… y/n likes cats. A lot.

“ Hi, nice to meet you.” Ricky greets showing a charming smile which jungwon returns, or at least attempts to.

“ Nice to meet you too! I’ll be going now since you’re here, see you later y/n have fun at dinner.” Jungwon waves before quickly walking away to his car hearing a faint. “ Bye wonnie.” from the girl, never failing to make his cheeks glow red.

☆ 𝑪𝑨𝑻 𝑭𝑼𝑹 . . . yang jungwon a boy allergic to cat fur who risks his life everyday just to get a glance at the pretty girl who works behind the counter at manifesto cat cafe. ☕️

☆ TAG LIST : @advre-you @woncine @chaechae-23 @jaehyunsblkgf @yeomha @yumilovesloona @stqrlite @kimsunoo2003 @gg1609 @mrowwww @rikimylove @jwsflower @xiaoderrrr @gyuuluvr @j1nniee @planethyuka @fiqire @chocolatewstrawberry @kpopstanmeg @k1ttylvr @yunwonie @grayscorner @hpyjw

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A/N : i’m sorry sorry for the long wait school is kicking my ass rn… plus i have drivers ed after school on most days so i dont get home until like 7:50… sorry for any spelling / grammar errors!!

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"do NOT ask me about ggy or patient 46 because i WILL begin ranting"

You see, I am incapable of ever listening to anyone, ever, so I must ask about GGY and patient 46

I have absolutely no knowledge of modern FNaF lore; I have not read any of the books (something I plan to fix whenever my bank account stops bleeding) so you're gonna have to do some heavy lifting here and tell me all about it

Ooh boy rubs my hands together

okay so im gonna start with ggy because i love Tony and Ellis. (i dont have the book in front of me tho so this isnt gonna be 100% every detail)

GGY is about a kid named Tony Becker who has an assignment in his 6th grade english class. He has to write a fictional mystery with side plots that tie into the main plot. He chooses to do this with his two friends. They use pen names whenever they do their english projects together (sobs and wails and cries into my hands) and Tony picked Tarbell, and his friends were Boots and Dr. Rabbit (or Rab for short).

Tony wants to start working on their project, but Boots and Rab want to go to the fazcade. Tony gives in when rab backs up boots (tony sees boots as immature and worries about outgrowing him and hanging out more with rab) tony wanders around the fazcade trying to find inspo, and then notices someone named GGY with top scores on some of the games. when he asks other people about it, they tell him the scores are seemingly impossible, but when he asks a staff member, he's told they haven't been hacked.

At some point he makes an online blog to ask about it and a girl he'd talked to in the fazcade asks him to meet her. she tells him that she thinks this is more than just high scores, and that he should stay out of it.

Oh also freddy keeps watching tony and at some point begins following him.

Tony finds out that GGY has a hacked party pass (or it was like a fun pass or smth) that gives them access to much more than it should, working almost like a security card.

Tony then finds out one of the school counselors has gone missing, and he sneaks into the librarian's office to learn more about it. he finds out two other counselors have also gone missing, all of them having gone to the pizzaplex before disappearing.

tony writes his paper and gives it to Rab and Boots to look over, and when they come back the next day, they've changed it into a fantasy story. And GGY is labled as the wizard's favorite apprentice, rather than someone getting high scores on arcade games.

tony is upset with rab and boots and begins calling htem by their actual names.

Rab is Greg, Boots is Ellis.

tony is also in trouble for sneaking into the librarian's office and using her laptop, so he has detention shelving books.

Greg come and offers to take him to the pizzaplex when he's done, and it's kind of implied he killed him there.

again i have bad memory and i dont have the book in front of my so anyone can feel free to correct anythign i got wrong or missed

now onto patient 46 who's from the therapy tapes in sb.

this'll be undeniably easier because i can just listen to the tapes. patient 46 is also not confirmed to be gregory, its just a theory, so im just gonna call them 46.

its important to note that 46 does not speak.

everything here is things implied to have been nonverbally communicated to the therapist.

Tape 2:

It starts with the therapist talking about how the day is nice, but 46 doesnt like the light, so the therapist draws the blinds. she then comments on how 46 is not talking to her today, and says that she gets reviews from patients, and when 46 doesn't let her help them, she gets bad reviews. she tells 46 she could get in trouble and get put in timeout, which 46 finds funny.

Tape 4:

New therapist is here, she asks if 46 is going to talk to her, and they dont reply. she asks whats wrong, and they gesture to the flowers. the therapist comments on them being particularly fragrant and moves them. The therapist then comments on 46 staring at something, and says they're "amazingly alert." she says shed like to have 46 tell her about themself, but 46 does not. the therapist instead chooses to look through their notes. she also comments on the chair not fitting 46, but its not specified if its too big or too small. she then asks if 46 is bothered by a new therapist, but 46 doesnt seem surprised or confused at all. the therapist says shes surprised by whats in 46's notes. she says they have a "rebellious side" and a knack for computers, and explains the word phenom to them. the tape ends with her asking if 46 considers themself a hacker

tape 6:

new therapise again! she tells 46 shes already read their files and knows what theyve worked on. 46 asks for a candy, and she gives one to them, taking one for herself as well. she says she wants to start with 46's parents, and claims it was tragic but she doesnt think 46 has processed it emotionally. she says they wrote it like they had read it off of a book. (her exact words are they wrote an objective rather than a subjective narrative, but 46 didnt know what that meant.) she says 46 spends a lot of time alone and is good at self-dialogue, which she explains is "asking urself questions and getting answers" she tells them to try asking themself how they feel about what happened to them. she tells them to let themself be upset about it so they can let it go.

tape 8:

same therapist as 6! she asks 46 if theyve thought about what they talked about. 46 had told them their past had made them sad and scared. the therapist asks if they had written down exactly what made them feel that way. she then says she works with many people who respond to tragedy differently. she asks 46 if their fantasies would be different had this tragedy not happened to them.

Tape 13:

new therapist again! she says when shes getting to know a client, she likes to find out abt their hobbies. when she doesnt get a reply, she asks if they like sports. 46 tells her they like to watch sports, but not play them. and that they like to stay inside. the therapist then reluctantly tells 46 that their previous therapists have gone missing. except one who was found dead, and they said her body looked to be mangled by machinery. the therapist also comments that 46 doesn't look concerned about it. she jokes about watching her back, which 46 finds funny.

Tape 14:

same therapist as 13. she asks if 46 knows about the pizzaplex, and says the technicians who work there know them. theyve seen what they think is 46 on the security cameras. they say 46 was accused of hacking their systems. the therapist says that the hacks are causing tons of problems, but that there's no solid proof it was 46, and 46 finds it funny that the techs are having issues. she says she finds it weird that 46 would spend time in such a busy, crowded place despite their loner attitude. she asks if its the electronics that 46 likes. she also says theyve designed programs that talk to them and repeat phrases. she says it asks them questions and prompts for responses, like their own little therapist. she said at first she had thought they were talking to themself, but it seems more like they were talking to someone else. she asks who it was.

Tape 15:

same therapist as 13+14. she starts with asking if 46 wants to do an ink blot test. she shows them an image, and 46 asks to hold it. 46 says it reminds them of a mask. the therapist asks if 46 likes the idea of being disguised, and how they make you invisible. she says being invisible lets you get away with anything, and asks 46 if they like that idea. she then moves on to something else, telling 46 that it seems theyve been talking to someone else. she says the techs think that its someone trying to lure 46 away, or manipulate them. the therapist moves to where she can see 46's eyes, and says she got something different from the communications. she accuses 46 of manipulating someone, rather than being manipulated. she says they were recorded on the security cameras with someone else. she says that it looks like the person theyre with has rabbit ears, which 46 finds amusing.

Tape 16:

Same therapist as 13+14+15. she says shes gotten another message from the pizzaplex that says that theres a glitch in the system that makes the animatronics more eerie than entertaining. she says the glitch spread system-wide and infected all the machines. she also says it was traced back to 46. she says the glitch broadcasted a dangerous message. she also says that when the techs were trying to fix it, the source shifted. she says that the glitch changed from a glitch and became a set of sub-routines that were made to do exactly what the glitch was doing. (which basically means it stopped just being a glitch and became part of the system?? i think?? idk shit abt computers bruh) when 46 does not reply, she presses, saying she is on their side and wont tell anyone what is told to her during the session and that the techs have no proof it was 46, so theyre not in trouble. when 46 doesnt reply still, she brings up their past. 46 refuses to look at her, but she continues. she says it doesnt matter if they look at the floor, because nothing they told her about their parents was true. she says they had great parents, and a great childhood. she asks 46 why they lied, and tells them to look at her. she then says she understands why 46 would be upset about the confrontation, and says they can come back to this another day. the last line she says is "you're shaking your head like that's not going to happen."

UHM YEAH IM NORMAL ABOUT THEM LOL.

i have a lot of thoughts on both of these parts and i personally believe 46 is Gregory. but if i dumped all my thoughts we'd be here all day so have this long ass explanation instead

[frostytherobot]

I just woke up lol but okay.

Sooo you were a Homestuck? Tell me about your experience being a Homestuck

I was 15 and unmedicated for one so it was Quite The Experience online but I tended not to scour tumblr tags because they were really disorganized and dumb as shit. Terezi and Sollux were my fave trolls and Jade was my fave kid (even though I related more to John/June). I used to sit in my living room on my laptop and read 3 whole acts during christmas break my freshman year of high school and got really invested.

Sollux was my first real cosplay and as you can see I just taped paper onto my shirt. I actually made the horns in my ceramics class and hot glued them to my mom’s headband which I then broke trying to take them off and felt so guilty I hid the headband in my room under a bunch of old stuffed animals

After we moved though I met one of my best friends I’ve ever had whom disappeared off the face of the earth about 6 years ago and I haven’t heard from her since then. She had some problems at home and ran away a few times and I miss the shit out of her. We once went to the ren fair in oklahoma and I went in a god tier cosplay she helped me make but didn’t wear hers because “she didn’t finish it” but I think she just wanted to not look like an idiot at the idiot fair.

^ idiot going to the idiot fair

Despite my hardest efforts I never finished reading the comic. It was way too long and I got much too depressed to continue with my interests after a time period but I clinged to ghostbusters out of my homestuck interest and now here I am. With too much knowledge of dan aykroyd’s webbed toes and bill murray’s beef with Just About Everyone.

[ahhhlaughahhhtale]

The Brat

I checked my watch - 11:58 pm. I used the key I had previously borrowed (stolen) from a friend of mine. As I entered the building, there was nothing but excitement coursing through my veins. Finally, the time had come. I walked up to the elevator, pressed the up button, then waited patiently. When the elevator doors finally opened, I entered and began checking through my backpack to make sure I had brought everything I needed.

The elevator stopped on the fourth floor. I walked slowly and deliberately to the door of the dormitory where I would be entering. Grabbing the key from around my neck, I opened the dormitory door. It was dark inside, and I knew there would be no one home except her. The rest was up to luck.

Her door was cracked open. Likely because she didn't think anyone would barge inside. I slowly opened the door, my heart racing against my chest, and saw that it was dark with only a hint of light coming from the open laptop. Her head was laying in her arms, facing away from me towards the windows. I saw that she only had a black robe on, and I knew this was the perfect opportunity.

I stepped back out from the room to make sure I didn't make any noise while I took off my belt. I took my backpack off and put it below the chair that sat by the entrance to her room, grabbing a roll of duct tape along the way. Tying the belt into a makeshift leash, I approached her slowly. Even if she woke up, I knew I could easily overpower her. With this newfound confidence in mind, I slowly tied the leash around her neck. She stirred in her sleep, while I tightened the leash, but not tight enough to alert her. It was a difficult process, considering I had to go between her arms and once around her neck. Once it was around her neck, I grabbed the tape I had put on the bed moments ago, and slowly ripped a piece off. With that, I slowly approached her mouth with the tape in hand...and with a burst of energy, I put the tape on her mouth.

She woke up, with what sounded like a loud gasp only heard through her nose. Quickly, I grabbed the leash with one arm and wrapped her entire body in my other. She started kicking and moving her head radically, and in response I tossed both of us onto the bed. She wouldn't be able to make any noise, or run away with that leash around her neck. Now for the next step.

I turned her on her stomach, put her right arm between my right knee and my leg, grabbed her left wrist with my left hand, and grabbed the handcuffs which sat in my back right pocket up until now. Quickly, I put one handcuff on her left wrist, and dragging her hand using the handcuff to her right wrist, I quickly handcuffed both of her hands behind the back. With this, the second step of my plan was finished. I got off the bed, and she turned over onto her back. I quickly jumped on top so I was lying on her stomach, grabbed her neck with my left hand, and she stopped struggling.

"I'm in control now," I breathed into her ear. She only gave a slight moan in response. I stood back up, picking her back up with me. I told her to lie on the floor, which she did. I walked back to my backpack, confident that there was no chance of her getting away. Unzipping the largest part of my backpack, things started to spill out. Surprises, that I didn't want her to see quite yet. I grabbed a blindfold from the pile of things that fell onto the floor, and walked back over to her. I straddled her back once more, ordering her to lift her head and attempted to put the blindfold on. She struggled, and I grabbed her neck once more to give a threatning message of punishment if she didn't comply. The blindfold on her eyes, now the fun could being.

"Stand up, Rose." I could see her flinch at the use of her nickname, but she knew better than to resist. I sat down on the bed, pulling her down by the leash so she stumbled and sat into my chest.

Putting my hands on her breasts, still covered by the robe, I whispered, "You're mine to do with as I wish. If you want to resist, you can, but it'll only end badly for you. Got it?" She nodded in response. I untied her robe, and found she wore nothing underneath, except for red panties and strangely, lace. Almost as if she was waiting for someone. I pulled the robe down her shoulders, and started fiddling her nipples between my fingers. I could see her move, whether to resist or because of the pleasure, I didn't know. Regardless, I kept going.

"Lay on your stomach, keep your head down, bring your knees and ass up, and spread out your legs." She started moving, but I decided to tease her with a taste of whats to come before she did. As she stood, I slipped a finger in her heat, and found that she was wet. She let out a small moan, then I released her. As she followed my instructions, I took off my shirt and jeans. My dick was already throbbing, and seeing my new pet on the bed excited me even more. I got on the bed behind her, pressed my dick against her pussy, and leaned towards her head.

"I'll be nice at first, to give you a taste. If you're good, I might even let you come." She nodded again, and it sounded like she was trying to say something from behind the tape covering her mouth. But before she could finish her muffled sentence, I slowly entered her. Grabbing her waist from behind, I used my hip to thrust in and out, gently at first, then picking up in speed and power. I grabbed the leash still on her neck with my right hand, and with my left hand still on her waist, I continued pounding away for another ten minutes.

Wanting to start my next plan, I exited her pussy slowly and got off the bed, once more picking her back up with me. It didn't look like she could stand, so I told her to sit quietly on the floor until I was done with my next preparations. She did, and I put sound proof headphones on her so she couldn't hear what I was doing.

Going back to my backpack, I grabbed a kit used to bound someone in a spread eagle position. Her mattress was light enough that I could pick it up, pass the bindings under and around the bed, and the preparation was ready. In all, it took just under twenty minutes.

I turned back around and took the sound proof headphones off her head.

"You're going to lay on your back, and not move an inch." She moved slow because of the exercise I just gave her, but she complied. Once she was laying down, I bound her ankles, keeping her legs in a spread out position.

"Sit up, and do exactly what I tell you. I'm going to let your wrists free just for a moment. You're going to lie back down and spread your arms above your head. Got it?" She was slower to give an affirmative this time, but she nodded regardless. I took the handcuffs off her wrists, and expected her to try something funny. Surprisingly, she didn't. I bound her wrists to the corners of the mattress, and walked back over to my backpack.

I grabbed a vibrator, and approached her quietly to make her wonder what would happen next. I bent down and started licking her nipples, with my right hand holding the vibrator, I slowly moved my hand towards her spread pussy. I rubbed the vibrator up and down, and she seemed to realize what it was. She started to moan, and just as I felt her legs clench, I turned the vibrator on, running it up and down her heat. She tried to arch her back, but was unable to because of the bindings on her legs. She tried to bring her arms down, but couldn't do that either. In 30 minutes, I turned the vibrator on and off until I saw her come at least 8 times. She was breathing hard, and I finally decided to mount her once more. With her pussy already openly available to me, I entered her once more and fucked her for nearly an hour while she was in that position. Nearing the end, I quickly took off the leash and threw it on the floor. I grabbed her neck, and started thrusting even quicker and stronger. As I came, I let go of her neck and started licking her breasts and thighs. I stood back up, and I saw that it was starting to get bright outside.

I released her bindings, and took off the tape and blindfold. She looked at me, and I knew I had exhausted her. As I lay back on top of her, my dick still hard, I asked her,

"So, are you tame yet?"

To which she readily replied,

"You'll have to try harder next time."

THE END

[maddiehu7]

Agent Taylor Winters

Chapter 1

I hear my alarm ringing, and turn over groaning, rubbing my eyes of sleep. I push the alarm clock off my bedside table getting it to stop ringing, I continue laying in bed for a minute before finally getting up heading to my motel room's small kitchen and opening the fridge. I grabbed some orange juice pouring it into a glass, I walked over to the window opening my curtain slightly looking out to see a warm Miami summer morning. I smile looking at the sunrise. I was always an early riser just to watch them. I think back remembering bugging my dad to get up and go sit on the porch with me so I could watch it. He always would even though he hated getting up earlier than he had to. Before I start tearing up I snap out of the memory, physically shaking my head free of it. I go over to the small dining table in the kitchen sitting down and setting my juice next to me. I opened my laptop and the first thing I saw was the reason I'm here in the first place.

"The vampire killer strikes again" I mutter out the headline of the article to myself. I click on it and see a video attached to it. I opened it.

"If I didn't know any better Fred i'd say this killer is an actual vampire" the woman speaks smiling, if only she knew.

"Well Margret at this point is it really out of the question" Fred says as they look at each other seriously for a minute before bursting out laughing which makes me roll my eyes.

"Just kidding folks no need to panic...about that at least but there is still a very real killer on the loose and I advise you to not go anywhere alone and stay home if you can" Margret says looking into the camera.

"I agree, now on to what we really think about this killer, Margret?" Fred asks looking towards her.

"Well according to the police statement they have a suspect, but who knows if they're just trying to calm the hysteria amongst everyone or actually have a person. What do you think Fred?" she directs the question back to him

"I think whoever this person is needs to get a serious therapist" Fred jokes and they both laugh.

"Well onto the next subject-" I close the screen to my laptop thinking how useless that was. I mean I already know who it is. I just have to make sure the police don't get there first. I get up from the chair heading over to my closet pulling out my black pantsuit for when I occasionally play FBI, taking off my pjs and throwing it on I go over to my duffel bag grabbing a hair tie. I head over to the bathroom mirror putting my long black hair into a high ponytail. I fuss with it for a minute before deciding it's good enough going to grab my fake FBI badge and my gun putting it behind my back, throwing my shoes on, and heading out the door to my 1967 chevy impala, my dad loved classic old cars this one in particular he taught me to drive in. So when he passed I took it as a reminder of good times, I opened the car door getting in heading to an old abandoned apartment on 6th street. Apparently that's where this vamp lives according to his now dead friend but when I pull up, I see cops cars on the street. I pull out my badge getting it ready, getting out of the car I head over. A cop stops me when I get to the yellow tape surrounding the streets.

"Sorry ma'am this is a crime scene, no civilians allowed" he says putting his hand up, but when I pull out my badge out showing it to him he lets me through muttering out a "sorry". I go over to the scene when I see my supposed to be hunt lying dead on the ground, his head separated from his body. I kneel down getting closer to the body looking at the severed head, well whoever killed him knew he was a vamp and knew how to kill them. I should call up my hunter contacts see if any of them got a whiff of the story, and came here to hunt like me unless vamps are just killing other vamps for fun but that just doesn't make sense I get up from kneeling, looking ahead sighing hoping another hunter just killed him and this isn't bigger than I think it is.

"Who are you?" I hear a man say from behind me. When I look around I see a handsome black haired brown eyed tall man in a suit standing over me. I stare at him for a minute admiring his sharp jawline and pink lips before snapping out of it.

"Oh um hello i'm agent Taylor Winter from the FBI" I say pulling myself together taking out my badge showing it to him he inspects it closely.

"Agent? Why would the FBI send someone for a simple homicide?" he questions in a deep gravelly voice.

"I'd hardly say simple, I mean he got his head cut off" I say back wondering why he's asking so many questions.

"True, but still....What division are you in? I know some people in the FBI" he says, cocking his head to the side curiously.

"CID, criminal investigation division" I say back smiling fakely.

"Hm...Well agent, I'd love to continue this conversation but I have to get back to the station" he says, reaching out to shake my hand.

"Oh okay, well I'll see you detective..?" I wait for an answer as I shake his hand.

"Oh sorry, Elijah Williams" he says, pulling out a business card from his pocket.

"Here if you ever need a consultant on a case don't hesitate to call" he smiles.

"Thanks detective, I'll see you around" I say, grabbing the card and putting it in my pocket as I walk away. When I'm almost to my car he stops me sprinting up to me, I turn around confused.

"Actually, I think I could use your help here. I have to break the news to the parents and interview them and your skills could be useful" he says, cocking his eyebrow waiting for my answer.

"Sure detective, I'd love to help" I say starting to smile realizing this could help me figure out who killed the vamp.

"Excellent, let's head to the station" he says, smiling walking to his car. I head to mine, putting it in drive following Elijah. When we get to the station we head inside side by side getting into an elevator with him clicking the 4th floor button.

"So agent Winters, how long have you been in the FBI?" He questioned me.

"About 4 years"

"Oh wow you look way too young for that, how old are you?" He says slightly shocked

"25, I was an overachiever" I say laughing lightly

"Yeah I guess so" he says laughing with me, the elevator dings letting us out, I look around while walking scoping out the place.

"Hey Williams who is this?" A guy in a suit comes over stopping us looking me up and down.

"Sir, I was just coming to talk to you. This is agent Taylor Winters from the FBI. She's helping me on the headless homicide that I got assigned to, I was wondering if that's okay?" He asks respectfully.

"Yeah sure whatever helps us around here that doesn't cost money" he says laughing.

"That's great, thank you sir" Williams says gratefully.

"No problem but all jokes aside the parents are waiting in the interview room they seem...off. But I'm sure you and your new friend can handle it" he says patting Williams on the shoulder and nodding at me walking off

"Well let's get to it" he says starting to walk away, I nod following behind. When we get to a wooden door Williams turns to me.

"Ready?" He asks.

"Mhm" I say back he nods, turning back, opening the door.

"What happened?!" A man looks at us back and forth urgently.

"Mr. Smith please take a seat" Williams gestures to the seat next to Mrs. Smith who's just looking ahead with a cold dead stare.

"Fine, but you tell me what happened to our son, now" he demands I look at him confused. How did he know we were talking about his son? Why is he so sure something happened?, I think to myself, when I look over at Williams he must be thinking the same thing as I can see the confusion written on his face.

"I'm sorry but your son is dead" Williams looks at them with a sorry look but the mom just keeps staring ahead blankly. While the dad folds his arms sitting back, well that's not the typical reaction.

"I'm sorry did you hear him?" I say confused.

"Yeah sweetheart we heard it's just expected" he sighs out.

"I knew this would happen" the mom finally speaks up looking over to her husband.

"You knew? Did he have enemies?" I ask.

"Not that we knew of, but you see...you might wanna sit down" the dad raises his hand towards the chairs on the opposite side of the table. Williams and I sitting down listening.

"Our son was...special. he was a-a" the dad struggles to spit it out

"A vampire" the mom whispers, I look at them in shock. They knew.

"A vampire?" William repeats looking at them like they're crazy. Oh to be innocent and sheltered from the horrors of this world again.

"I know you won't believe us but it's true" the dad says finally, looking a little solemn.

"He was human once" the mom says, still looking blank, but the tears falling from her eyes give away her sadness.

"I'm sure it must be like losing him all over again" I say looking at them sadly Williams looking over at me confused.

"Yeah...anyway was your son Adam acting strange before he passed?" William questions moving on.

"We hadn't seen him since he turned, years ago..." the dad trails off, i can't help but feel bad even if their son was a monster it wasn't their fault or Adam's for that matter. I snap out of it not letting myself get sucked into a hole that's hard to climb out of.

"Ok that's all we needed again sorry for your loss" William says smiling smally getting up and leaving I follow him wondering why he's cutting it short.

"Hey what's going on?" I ask confused.

"They're clearly not in there right frame of mind and if the part about not seeing Adam for a year is true they're useless" he says shrugging I want to scream at him for being so insensitive but I realize to him they're crazy, not telling the truth, not having to grieve all over again for there now truly dead son.

"Yeah you're probably right" I say pretending I don't know the truth, he nods.

"Let's go to my office, we can order some food and try to figure something else out" he says.

"Sounds great" I say back, following him to a nice cushy office with a couch that looked like it'd been slept in.

"Sorry I didn't expect company" he says seeing me look at the makeshift bed going over fixing it.

"It's ok, I get it" I say smiling, he smiles back appreciatively.

"I have some statements to go over if you wanna split it up?" He asks going over to his desk, finding some files holding them up.

"Yeah sure" I say walking over grabbing them sitting down on the chair in front of his desk.

"So what food are you feeling?" He questions.

"Hmm, there's a great taco place that delivers down the street from the motel I'm staying at" I say thinking of the delicious tacos I had a couple days ago.

"Motel? The FBI couldn't spring for something nicer?"

"I move around a lot it wouldn't be financially smart" I say shifting realizing I gave a little too much information away.

"That's true I guess, and yeah tacos sounds great I'll order it and be right back" he smiles coming out from behind his desk, dialing the number as he's walking out.

"Time to get to work" I sigh out opening the first file.

It's been a couple hours of going over statements, testing theories, and eating amazing tacos that I didn't even realize how late it was till I looked at the clock.

"Oh wow it's 9 already, I should get going" I say getting up, taking my trash and throwing it away.

"Oh yeah, I didn't even realize" he says laughing lightly I smile back.

"Well I'll see you detective" I say heading towards the door.

"Winters wait" I turn around looking at him.

"You've been a lot of help on this case and I appreciate that but it's still not solved, do you think you could come back tomorrow and help out some more. I know it's a lot to ask as I'm sure you have more important cases, but I'm kinda desperate" he chuckles looking at me hopefully.

"Um...yeah sure I can do that" I say thinking if it's a good idea or not.

"Awesome thank you" he says smiling.

"No problem detective" I say smiling back saying goodbye heading out the door, I get in my car and drive off heading to the motel.

"What a day" I sigh out, opening the door to my room but when I head inside something feels off. I look around seeing nothing out of place but I swear I can feel someone watching me. I go to grab my gun under my pillow when all of a sudden I feel hands on my shoulders pulling me back into them. I go to fight back but hear a gun click pausing.

"Hey sweetheart" I hear a familiar voice say.

"Who are you?" I demand he just laughs, turning me around while still holding the gun to my head. When I see his face I recognize him as Mr. Smith the vamps father I look at him confused but when he opens his mouth showing me his fangs I see he's a monster just like his son.

"A family of vampires huh?" I say sarcastically.

"Not exactly, my wife's just a human blood bag" he says grinning, my face screwing up in disgust.

"Oh don't be like that, she doesn't mind...anymore" he laughs.

"Fuck you, asshole" I say but he doesn't seem to like that as he takes the gun from my head hitting me in the nose with the handle of it. I stumble back clutching my nose groaning out in pain feeling warm blood drip down my face. When I look up I see him staring at my face hungrily pointing the gun at me still. I take a few steps back grabbing the knife I keep hidden under the waistline of my pants.

"What do you think you gonna do with that?" He asks smirking

"Kill you" I say back jumping into action running forward cutting him on the wrist making him drop the gun.

"Ah ha that the best you got?" He says angrily as I quickly grab the gun from the floor pointing it at him.

"You shoot that and everyone hears, plus it'll only hurt me and then I'll kill you" he says cockily. I grit my teeth knowing he's right, deciding I have to let him go for now.

"You have five seconds to get the hell out" I say sternly.

"You're letting me go?" He says smiling confusedly.

"For now" I say, cocking my head and pointing the gun towards the door, signaling him to leave. He looks at the door for a minute before looking back at me.

"Till we meet again" he says, dramatically bowing keeping eye contact with me.

"Can't wait" I say rolling my eyes to which he laughs heading out the door smiling.

"Fuck" I mutter out to myself going over to the door locking it. Leaning against it and taking a deep breath, feeling blood still coming down from my nose. After going to the bathroom and cleaning my hands and nose of blood, I decided to prepare for tomorrow. I go out to my car unlocking the trunk and opening the secret compartment underneath the top of it where I keep all my weapons. Holding it open with a shotgun I ruffle through some guns and ammo, getting to my knives looking around before pulling out my machete and a couple knives. I closed the trunk quickly heading back inside, I put a knife in my bedside's drawer just in case that asshole comes back, and put the machete in my duffel for tomorrow.

[bookofbolden]

TIMING: Pre-goo LOCATION: Sly Slice PARTIES: Van ( @vanoincidence ) & Eleanor SUMMARY: Eleanor ventures into Sly Slice in search of pizza and leaves with a new friend who's just as awkward as she is. It's friendship at first slice. WARNINGS: Parental death (mentioned)

Yet another day had passed before Eleanor realized that she hadn’t eaten anything. As wrapped up in writing her novel as she was, it wasn't unusual for her to only step away from her desk when nature called, and then she went right back to typing, deleting, and scribbling down notes on her iPad. Her stomach had finally let out a long, deep gurgle and she felt the first true pangs of hunger - she sighed and closed her laptop and looked at her watch. Late. Very late, in fact. She wouldn’t be able to stop into one of her usual places and didn’t feel comfortable enough having something delivered after the sun was set, so she scrolled through her phone looking for restaurants in the area that boasted late hours and came across something promising: Sly Slice. Being from New York she was a pizza fan and their prices beat anything else she could find, so after pulling up the address she hopped into her car and made her way over.

Eleanor had not been prepared for the crowd - it seemed that many of the locals also preferred their cheap pizza during obscene hours of the night, so she stood awkwardly in line, her knuckles white as she clutched her handbag and fought against the swell of emotions around her. It was mostly just obnoxiously drunk party goers, but there was also the occasional depressing thought and sudden spikes of loneliness. She bit her lip and kept her eyes trained ahead, wishing that the line would move quicker so that she could retreat into the peacefulness of her apartment.

When she finally approached the counter she let out a deep breath and offered a nervous smile to the person behind the counter. “Hello.” Her voice was weak after not being used all day so she cleared her throat and tried again. “Do you have a moment? I just found this place online.” Her eyes rolled over the menu as she tried to block out the noise around her.

With the school year back in swing, Sly Slice was busy yet again. With Janice’s termination (Van liked how dramatic it sounded), Rocky had ended up needing to step in. Still, the stress of it all latched onto her like a stupid little leech. Van hated being busy at work, even if the day went by fast. Most of all, she hated not getting tips. Rocky shouted something from the back and Van went into the kitchen to find several of the slices backordered now ready. “You need to hire somebody else.” He glared at her and she shrugged, carrying the plates out to the front and shouted the order numbers, handing over the slices of pizza to college students. Some she recognized, some she didn’t. She felt little beneath their stares. 

But they were gone as soon as they arrived, and in their place was a woman who looked a little older than her but not by much with worried eyes and a nervous smile. Van blinked at the brunette and looked down at the menu that was taped to the counter. There really wasn’t a lot to choose from, but she knew that in itself confused newcomers. 

“I’ve got all night, unless it’s like, super late and then you might get locked in here after my shift. You might also get eaten by the metal eating rats.” Maybe too much information, but she was stressed. Luckily, Rocky thought that the fridge getting a chunk bitten out of it had been Janice’s fault, so it was her check he took the repairs out of. “But um, yeah! Totally, that’s why I’m here. Number one customer service, or cashier? I don’t know.” She was blabbering now and she felt nerves prick at her skin. She just wanted to go home. With her magic more on the fritz, she’d considered calling out, but Rocky had threatened her with being fired if she did. She couldn’t afford to be fired, not right now. So she plastered on her best fake smile. “We have four flavors, give or take like, a few since you can remove some stuff from the veggie pizza if you want, but that’s on you to pick it off.” She jutted her thumb towards the back, “Rocky’s words, not mine.” 

Eleanor tore her eyes away from the menu and stared at the woman behind the counter for a moment as the words sunk in. “Metal eating rats?!” Maybe nothing should have surprised her at that point but that wasn’t something she’d seen coming. She’d been fine with finding out that she was an empath and that vampires were a thing, but she would have to draw the line when it came to rodents with supernatural abilities. A shiver ran down her spine but she returned her attention back to the short menu. “Well, considering you’ve helped me out by not having an overwhelming amount of options I shouldn't keep you here waiting: could I just have pepperoni?” It wasn’t the most creative option for a native New Yorker but she'd never claimed to be a foodie.

She smiled a bit at the worker’s rambling - it was nice to not be the one talking someone else’s ear off for once, but Eleanor could tell that a storm was brewing below the surface. “Are you alright?” She asked before she could truly stop herself. “I mean, you seem a little,” she struggled to find the right word, “Stressed. Are they working you too hard or is this crowd not typical for this time of night?” She looked pointedly toward the crowd of college-aged customers and offered a kind smile. “Unless you’re the manager… or is that this Rocky person? Hopefully the next time there’s a crowd like this there will be more people working to help you out a little bit.”

“Metal eating rats.” For once in her life, Van’s voice went completely flat, void of any emotion. It seemed a little dumb to even be bringing it up, because who would believe her? Maybe she could find Jade’s number and make the older woman go to bat for her, as if she even would. “But it’s gone now, some lady tossed it into the alley with a bucket. I don’t think he’s coming back.” She hoped that was the case, because if it wasn’t, then things were going to get real awkward, especially with Rocky around a lot more. “Pepperoni? For sure, for sure. Do you want that, like, super crispy, or kind of soggy?” It was the illusion of choice. They all came out the same way, and she was pretty sure that the pies on the warming rack were somewhere in between. 

At the customer’s question, Van shrugged. “I work at a pizza place, am I alright?” She wasn’t sure where the boost of confidence had come from, especially with how snippy it sounded. She shook her head. “I’m great, but not like super great, you know? On the edge of being great, but closer to like, the other end of things. I don’t know.” She tapped her fingers on the notepad before she stuck the order on the sill where Rocky’s hand swiped the paper away. Why are you not just shouting the orders at me, Vanessa? Van grimaced. “I told you it’s Van!” She nearly waltzed into the kitchen to explain why it was important he call her by her chosen name before she became distracted by the customer again. “Rocky, he’s real, and he’s in there. You heard him, right?” She poked at her nametag. “You see this has the essa part crossed out, right? He doesn’t learn.” It wasn’t this woman’s fault. “But um, thanks, that’s cool of you to say.” She cleared her throat and punched the woman’s order into the register. “Did you want a drink? We only have like, three flavors.” 

Eleanor tilted her head and tried to imagine a metal eating rat. Had it even been real? The strange shift in the worker’s emotional presence indicated that something had definitely happened, whether the rat actually had some kind of mutant abilities or not. “I’ve heard about a lot of strange things ever since I moved to this town, I probably shouldn’t be surprised that the rat population doesn’t behave normally. I’ve only found a few other people who behave normally. Not that that’s always a bad thing, of course, it’s just… different from anywhere else I’ve ever lived before, that’s for sure.” Crispy or soggy? She wondered briefly if she’d accidentally ordered French fries instead of pizza. “Uh… whatever comes out is fine? I’m actually here because I realized that I haven’t eaten at all today since I was so focused on working - you guys were like the only people available this late.”

Though she’d only worked in customer service for a short amount of time, Eleanor was able to sympathize with the worker because she knew how demanding the job could be. She didn’t take the harsh tone personally and offered an understanding smile. “Is it too personal to ask how long you’ve been working here? You might be burnt out and you just need a change of pace and scenery. I wouldn’t rule it out. I will say that working from home is a dream if you’re an introvert like me but I wouldn’t recommend it if you enjoy actually being around people.” She shifted her weight from foot to foot awkwardly during the short, heated exchange, not sure what to do with herself until she was addressed again. “I heard him alright and I see where the rest of the name is crossed out. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Van. I’m Eleanor - have you tried getting a new name badge? Just so everyone addresses you by the name that you prefer?” Not that it would really matter much if Rocky still refused to honor her wishes. “Sure, I’ll take a drink. Anything you suggest is alright by me. I should start coming here more often, the simplicity of your menu makes things a lot easier for me.”

Van had lived in Wicked’s Rest all of her life, so any weird behavior was totally lost to her. Not to mention, half the time she was one of the ones exhibiting it. It was easier to do in places of comfort, like at her register at Sly Slice, or even at home on the internet. The internet was easier. She could say what she wanted to say without fear of anxiety getting the better of her. She thought that was better for everyone. Most people became uncomfortable around people who were too anxious. Her grandma was one of them. Not that it mattered. Van’s emotional state was a constant topic of her therapist and grandmother– well, not now, but in the before times. In the times that she still had either of them in her life. Now, she dodged e-mails from her therapist for follow up appointments. “I think it’s better to be weird than like, normal, anyway. Normal people are boring.” She wished she were normal which was the funny part about all of this. If she were normal, she wouldn’t be melting things constantly. At the comment about wanting it however it came out, Van nodded. “I can respect that.” 

“Hm?” Van looked up from the register as the brunette asked how long she’d been working at Sly Slice. She looked around, trying to count in her head how many months it’d been. Maybe more than half a year. Would the customer look down on her for that? That she wasn’t some kind of pizza expert? Probably not. “Umm.. not like, super long. But like, long enough?” She attempted a smile, but it fell a little short. “I like to work here, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not like a dream or anything. You know?” She could hear Rocky’s voice in her head, DREAM OF PIZZA! But the customer’s suggestion was one that she’d heard before, that she might be burnt out. She knew that feeling, it was always present. But what else would she do? Where else would she go? Rocky had been the only one to hire her. “I’ve got bills to pay so like, being burnt out isn’t really an option, plus I didn’t go to college, so…” She shrugged, “it’s fine for what it is, you know? Can’t like, super complain.” She could, and she would. Mostly to people online. Rocky would have her head for complaining to a customer. Or, maybe an ear. “Eleanor is a nice name. Reminds me of an old lady, but not in a bad way. The kind that makes you sweaters, you know?” 

Van punched in the discount code, ignoring the reaming she’d get from Rocky in the future, and looked up at Eleanor. “I have thought about it, but name tags are sort of expensive. We have to pay for our own.” They were fifteen dollars to replace, and that was money she could pump into Honkai Star Rail. “I think you look like an orange soda kind of girl.” She paused. “Or maybe a grape soda one, but we don’t have grape soda, so orange soda it is.” Van placed the large cup down onto the counter and motioned towards the soda fountain. Two out of the five flavors were marked with OUT OF ORDER signs, leaving orange soda, an off brand of Coca Cola, and some diet soda that she couldn’t pronounce the name of. 

Not wanting to be normal was a foreign concept to Eleanor who had spent most of her life wishing that she were just like everyone else. When she was younger she’d longed for a stable home with two parents who wouldn’t give up on her (something she’d eventually gotten but sometimes she felt that it had come far too late), she wished that she could just have a conversation with people without having a panic attack, and she wished most of all that she could only be responsible for her own emotions and not have to shoulder the weight of everyone else’s. Which, she might add, Van’s emotional state was making her very uncomfortable but not in the usual way, in a way that made her feel like she’d eaten too much before getting onto a rollercoaster. That’s what Van was in terms of emotional stability, a rollercoaster. “I literally just met you but I think you’re pretty great. You’re not rude or anything and you’ve been very kind and patient with me. I appreciate that.”

Eleanor nodded in agreement - she did know. She’d had to make ends meet before and, if she didn’t light a fire under herself with this new novel, she might have to do so again in order to stay up to date with rent, but she’d never look down on someone because of their occupation. Who was she to judge? “Livin’ ain’t cheap,” she smiled to herself as she recited something her adoptive father often quoted, “I applaud you. I’ve never had what it took for customer service, I was an anxious mess whenever I would try. I couldn’t even do lemonade stands when I was younger.” She enjoyed getting compliments on her name but the mention of it being an old lady name took her back to her days of middle school where mean children teased her for it. Still, Van didn’t seem to want to insult her so she kindly smiled. “I picked it myself. And I do crochet, so maybe I’ll bring you a homemade sweater one of these days.”

She wanted to offer to leave a tip that would cover the amount of the name tag but didn’t want to come across as insensitive and definitely didn’t want Van to believe she thought of her as a charity case. Eleanor had never looked down her nose at anyone and only hoped that she wasn’t coming off as snooty. “Orange soda is perfect, I haven’t had that in a long time so it’ll be nice to have some again.” She looked over to the soda fountain, just happy that at least one of the good flavors was still in working order, then turned back to Van. “I really do appreciate you, you know. I think you’re doing great. And I think you’re a great person.” It was a weird thing to say to someone she’d only known for about fifteen minutes, but she believed everything she said. Also, she just hoped that her words would help calm Van’s emotional turmoil. “Again, I know we’ve just met and everything but… I’ve been told I’m really good at listening to people whenever they have something they need to get off their chest.” Not that she expected the other to dump all of her emotional baggage onto someone she hardly knew, but she wanted to extend the offer anyhow.

Van scrunched her nose, “yeah, well, rude people are like, terrible.” She could be not nice sometimes, but usually only to the kinds of people who deserved it, or to people who were mean to her first. She wasn’t usually the kind of person to be mean for the sake of being mean, and why would she be mean to a customer? Did Eleanor usually come across really aggressive people? That sucked for her, Van thought. She thought about middle school, and even elementary school and the bullying she’d endured for just being different. For talking too much, or not at all— for melting things even though nobody could trace it back to her. She wondered if Eleanor had ever experienced anything like that. Van’s mind raced as she tried to imagine what kind of rude things Eleanor could encounter, but realized now was probably not the time and place for such thoughts. “I think the world needs more nice people.” That was good, that made sense. 

As Eleanor spoke, Van nodded. “This was like, the only place that would really hire me.” That wasn’t a lie, not really. She had been fired from a few places, but Rocky for the most part, was pretty easygoing when he wanted to be, and she got to play games on her phone when she wasn’t taking orders, so that made all of this easy. “Some people are like, really weird about their pizza though… so maybe it’s a good thing you never landed into this kind of business.” Van tapped her fingers against the edge of the register, looking past Eleanor to a couple of teens that she thought might come into the shop, but they kept walking. She realigned her gaze and raised a brow. “You picked your own name? That’s pretty cool. I guess I did, too.” She pointed at the name tag again, “I go by Van instead of Vanessa, so that’s like picking a name, I guess.” She had already told Eleanor that, but it didn’t stop her from repeating it. “Wait, really? A sweater? That’d be cool, as long as it’s not itchy.” 

Van wore a pinched expression, then relaxed. “Not that it’d matter, I’d super treasure it, don’t worry.” She would have to, if somebody had gone out of their way to make her something, even if she didn’t know them that well. Van decided there and then that Eleanor was a good person. Not that her radar was any good, but still. 

Eleanor thanked her for the soda and Van thought that might be it, and she caught herself thinking about how she’d reach out to her for the sweater. Then, Eleanor was telling her she was a good person. The pinched expression was back and Van opened her mouth to respond, but how was she supposed to? She’d never thought of herself as a good person, certainly not to people who’d just met her. Usually, they became frustrated with her. “Um, thank you.” Was this girl a prankster? Was she pulling one over on her? Had Rocky sent her to tell her all of the things he wished he could say but couldn’t? No, that didn’t make sense. He had no issue yelling at her. He would probably tell her he was proud, too. “Oh! Are you a therapist?” She felt a little uneasy by the prospect, “not that.. that’s a bad thing, but um, are you?” Had Erin sent this woman her way? That would be like, totally weird. 

“That’s the truth.” Eleanor agreed with a sigh. Because of her abilities she was usually able to understand why some people might not be the friendliest - most of it stemmed from some kind of internal struggle like sadness or anxiety. Some people though, as she’d learned long ago, just simply did not want to be kind. “Wouldn’t it be so much better if everyone was just a little more empathetic?” She smiled to herself as the word rolled off her tongue. She still wasn’t used to having a title for herself, empath.

“Really? Pizza? Other than the toppings it’s all pretty much the same, right? It’s not like a five course meal or anything.” She felt some pity for Van and hoped that she wouldn’t have too many rude customers going forward because if her customer service was like this with everyone then Eleanor was having a hard time finding a reason to give her a hard time. “I did! My parents allowed me to legally change it from Emily on the day they adopted me.. Which was also my fourteenth birthday so that makes it even more special. It was, to date, my best birthday yet.” Of course the only thing to rival it were the birthdays she’d spent with Lily but she didn’t feel like opening that can of worms. She was having a pleasant conversation, bringing up such a sad topic right now would only ruin it. “Non-itchy, got it. Do you have any favorite colors?” She eyed the other carefully and tried to guess her size. Would she actually get around to making the sweater? Probably. She had a lot of free time on her hands and, again, she really liked Van.

Eleanor wished that the floor would open up and swallow her whole. She knew that it would be weird saying such things to someone she’d just met and didn’t blame Van at all for her reaction. “Uh, no.” She blushed and busied herself with clumsily picking up the cup. “Nope, not a therapist. But I see one regularly. Sorry, I didn’t mean to… upset you. Um, I could just go fill up my cup and wait on the pizza. Thanks for… being great?” It came out as a question because she wasn’t sure what to say that wouldn’t add to the mess she’d created.

Van nodded slowly, not quite understanding Eleanor’s angle. She wasn’t sure what the point of this conversation was, especially since she knew the world would be a better place if they were more empathetic. A lot of people might not suffer the way they were if that were the case, but that wasn’t how the world worked. People who called themselves empaths smelled like lavender and spoke to rocks that they said were gifted to some Greek God. At least, that’s what Van had seen on Tik Tok. “Yeah, I think so.” 

At Eleanor’s question, Van nodded. “People can get pretty mean over a lot of things, especially if it takes too long.” That was the most common argument that Van encountered. When people became upset with her, they really became upset. It was hard to avoid in customer service, but even Eleanor had explained that she might not be cut out for CS the way most people were. Van really didn’t blame her since it wasn’t for everyone. There was a lot of information coming at her from the customer and Van wasn’t really sure what she had done to deserve that kind of level of trust. Were most people like this? Was this how she appeared to people she didn’t know? No, she was too anxious for that— she rarely let people in. “You were adopted and you got to change your name? That’s… really cool.” Maybe not the adopted part, Van thought. In a way, Van had been, too. “Eleanor is a cool name though, but Emily is nice too.” She didn’t know any Emily’s, but it was pretty anyway. 

It hadn’t occurred to her that Eleanor might be serious about the whole sweater thing and she swallowed thickly. The idea of taking something from somebody she just met, again, itchy like the thought of a sweater that had too much wool. But Eleanor probably used better things than wool. “Um, I like purples and pinks, but anything is fine.” She felt terrible, suddenly— about expecting a gift from a stranger, even if she thought it had been a joke at first. 

Van’s gaze wandered to the cup as Eleanor picked it up, then it lifted back to her face. “You—“ How did she know that she had upset her? Well, upset wasn’t the right word, or maybe it was. Van was uncomfortable by the idea that Eleanor was a therapist, but not because she was one, or wasn’t, in her own words, but because of what it represented; because of the story she told herself that wasn’t true. “I used to see one too.” Not anymore, Van thought, not anymore. Her mouth hung open almost comically as she tried to figure out what to say to her. “I was being weird again, wasn’t I?” Making a big deal out of nothing— letting anxiety win. “Sorry.” 

Eleanor had never had a problem with sharing her adoption story, in fact it was something that she was proud of. Sometimes she wondered if she should have gone into social work until she remembered how easily she became attached to people and decided that it was probably best for her to just support the cause from afar. A donation here and there and making sure that children in the foster care system were represented in her literature were the small things she was doing to help, but she hoped that it made a difference. “My parents are pretty cool.” She’d been over the moon when given the green light for the name change because she’d always subconsciously hated the one her biological mother had given her. She didn't think it was fair that someone who hadn’t wanted her was allowed to give her the name she would carry for the rest of her life. But again, that was way too much information to share with someone she’d just met, no matter how much she liked them.

“Purples and pinks, I can definitely work with that. In fact, I think I have more pink yarn than anything so you’ll be helping me make room for some other colors. But I have to give you a disclaimer that I’m not, like, amazing at crocheting or anything, so if it’s a little off… yeah, that’s why. It’s just something I picked up a little while ago in order to keep my hands busy whenever I'm not typing away at my computer.” She would try her best but she still felt that she needed to give a warning. “And I’ll make sure that I only use the most non-itchiest yarn. This is exciting, I’m happy to have an actual project to work on instead of just granny squares!”

Why don’t you see them anymore? Eleanor had enough self restraint to keep herself from asking such an intruding question but she couldn’t stop herself from wondering. She’d wanted to stop seeing her own therapist many times but was forced to continue with their routine appointments because her family refused to let her quit. It was all part of “getting over it”, but she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to just get over her entire world being ripped to shreds. “It’s totally fine and normal to see a therapist, you shouldn’t be ashamed of anything. I’m giving therapist vibes again though, aren’t I?” She could relate to Van a lot more than most people probably could and she wanted to voice that. “Being weird and awkward and flustered are all talents that I've unfortunately picked up over the years. Don't worry about it, we’re just being weird together - maybe one day we’ll both figure out how to have ‘normal’ conversations.”

Eleanor said that her parents were pretty cool, and before Van could stop herself, she interjected with the worst personality trait she could muster. “Yeah, my parents are dead.” She stared at Eleanor for a second realizing what she said, immediately feeling bad. It was easy to make a joke out of it, but the last thing she wanted was for Eleanor to think that she was upset with her for talking about how great her parents were. She tried her best to backtrack, waving her hands in front of her. “I think it’s awesome that your parents are awesome— sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t mean to say that.” She hoped that Eleanor wouldn’t take it to heart, and suddenly Van found herself worried that the customer would. What if she went to Rocky? No, she wouldn’t do that. Eleanor had said that she liked her. Van had to focus on that. 

She wasn’t sure why she deserved somebody as kind as Eleanor coming into the shop. She hadn’t anticipated much from this conversation other than having to patiently explain that yes, they did only have four kinds of pizza. Van really hadn’t figured she’d walk out of it with the promise of something to add to her wardrobe. She couldn’t complain, even if she was a disaster and falling over her own words. “Mhm, yep, pinks and purples. Perfect.” She wanted the ground to swallow her whole— why couldn’t she just be normal? She blinked at Eleanor, silent for a moment before shaking her head. “I mean, you’re offering to like, make a sweater for somebody you’ve known what, five minutes? I could give you skateboarding lessons, but if I’m being honest it looks like you might fall and break your face.” She paused, “no offense or anything.” The hole was getting deeper. “That’s um, cool though, that you have hobbies.” She had them, too, even if she didn’t think she did. Her eyebrows knit together, “tell me more about those granny squares, I know a GILF in town that’d want to know about them.” Not that she thought Erin was a GILF, but the joke was too good to stop. 

Eleanor was acting like a therapist again and Van felt like she was drowning. How was somebody so kind but made her feel so small? It didn’t make any sense. But at the same time, the brunette standing across from her made her feel appreciated, especially by the simple act of offering a sweater to her after having only ordered pizza. “Um— no, I know, I just… don’t have insurance.” She pointed at the name tag, “I work at a pizza place, and even though it’s full time, Rocky is…” She shrugged. She should have been on her parents’ insurance, but that didn’t exactly work when they were six feet under. Her grandma could have helped out there at least until she was twenty-six, but her disappearance back to New York made that impossible. 

Van let out another awkward laugh, this time it was too loud for her own ears. “You’re so right, yeah, being awkward to better— or weird, I said being weird is better, right?” She averted her gaze, looked down at the pizza, and then back up at Eleanor. “Um— but yeah, yeah, thank you…” Was that the right thing to do in this case? Thank her? “For the sweater, and your um, nice words…? Thanks.” 

Was there really anything she could possibly say in response? Eleanor’s mouth opened and closed as she tried to land on something that wouldn't sound insensitive. “I’m… so sorry.” She frowned and for the millionth time wished that she was better with words. Van’s immediate feelings of regret and panic confirmed what the empath had guessed: she hadn’t meant to say that. “You don’t have to talk about it, I can’t even imagine what you must be going through. Uh… I truly hope that you’re alright, that’s such a big loss to have to go through.” She had no way of knowing whether or not their passing had been recent but she knew that the grieving stage didn’t necessarily have a time limit.

Van’s panicky and awkward nature surprisingly helped Eleanor relax a little; knowing that someone else was struggling just as much as she was to communicate like a normal human being made her feel better. There was also the fact that she was genuinely enjoying her conversation, it was perhaps the most chaotic and erratic conversation she’d ever had, but she was enjoying every single moment. Whether or not the pizza was actually good was still to be determined but she knew that Sly Slice would become a regular destination. 

“Like I said, I like you and I get a good vibe from you. You’re pretty great and you’ve made my pizza-ordering experience amazing.” She laughed louder than she had in a long time. “I don’t know if you’re saying that I look delicate or clumsy but I can assure you that it’s both. I have pretty good balance because I’ve been doing ballet for most of my life but actually staying on a skateboard doesn’t sound like something that would be included in my skills. But that’s amazing that you can! I’ve always been in awe of skateboarders, especially the ones who can do all of the cool tricks. I tried standing on a longboard once and ate gravel.” Eleanor bit her lip to keep from laughing aloud again. “A GILF, huh? Well, they’re pretty much just squares made of yarn, it’s a super popular project for people who are just starting out crocheting and eventually, once the person becomes a little more skilled, they can turn the granny squares into bigger projects. I know a lot of people turn theirs into quilts so the possibilities are endless.”

Eleanor’s heart dropped. She had a bad habit of wanting to take in anyone who felt alone in the world and shield them from the harsh realities of life, but she was going to restrain herself so as not to scare off Van so early into their… acquaintanceship? Friendship? She wasn’t sure what they were officially but she hoped that they would become friends. “Right, right. I’m sorry. See what I mean? I just talk without thinking sometimes. I hope that everything falls into place for you soon, it seems like the good people are always the last to get good luck.” To be completely honest she would have offered to pay for the cashier’s next therapist appointment completely out of pocket but that seemed like something someone would do if they were trying to brag about their financial status. She nodded with another kind smile. Yes, she liked Van. She would have to reach out and have another conversation with her soon, preferably away from her job that obviously caused her so much stress (which was kind of causing a headache but wasn’t unbearable).

“No, thank you!” It felt good being able to say that to someone without worrying if they would use the gratitude against her. “I was on the verge of just going hungry tonight because I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to come in here and speak with someone but I’m so glad that I did. I hope that you have an amazing rest of your night and that no assholes come through and make your job any harder. You deserve only kind words, Van. Thank you for making me laugh.”

Most people didn’t know what to say in response to something like that and Van knew it. She might not know what to say in response to Eleanor’s adoption story, or maybe she would— maybe she would identify with abandonment and the way somebody who was supposed to love her unconditionally had just left when things got too hard. She couldn’t be sure, but she didn’t want to tempt fate; didn’t want to dig a deeper hole. “I um— I didn’t mean it as anything other than a joke, sorry.” She needed to watch her mouth if she wanted to start having normal conversations with normal people. Then again, she wasn’t sure if Eleanor was a normal person, and that might be a good thing if she wasn’t. Weird was more Van’s vibe, anyway. 

She wasn’t sure why Eleanor thought she was still exuding good vibes, especially with the disastrous attempt at a joke, but she wasn’t going to argue it. Not many people thought Van was a good person, or that’s what she told herself. She forced herself to smile in response to Eleanor’s compliment— forced it to stay, too, despite the ache in her chest. “Um.. you’re like, so welcome.” She was just doing her job, but then again, maybe there was something unseen with Eleanor and maybe Van had provided just what she needed. It was hard to tell. “I like to just sort of go fast.” Van made a motion with her hands, one over the other, palm sliding across palm as the opposite went shooting through the air. “Not super good at tricks, but I like to do kick flips.” Maybe she could kick flip in front of Eleanor. She paused, wondering why Eleanor would ever want that. “Ballet is like, super cool though. I know somebody who did ballet.” She thought about Ariadne briefly, and about how kind the blonde had been to her lately, all things considered (the melting). 

Van nodded at the question that didn’t necessarily need an answer. “A GILF, yeah. Her name is Erin, if you meet her, let her know you have the granny squares for her.” How many Erins were in Wicked’s Rest, Van had no clue, but she didn’t bother to drop the funeral home director’s last name into the conversation, forgetting momentarily that Erin might be a common name. “But that makes sense.. about the beginning of a project thing, I mean. I just thought it’d be funny ‘cause granny— GILF, you know?” She felt dumb for thinking it was funny. Oh well.  Eleanor was apologizing again and Van was struggling to understand why she deserved it. She shook her head, smile still intact, albeit a nervous one. “You don’t need to say sorry or anything, weird conversations um— they happen, and I’m like, so used to them and stuff.” Because that was one thing about her, she was always willing to make a conversation weird, either to get out of the after-mentioned conversation, or to satiate her need for subject changes. “But um, that’s really nice of you to say, anyway.” She watched Eleanor fumble with the cup, and she looked down at the plate of pizza again before looking up at the brunette. “Yeah, no— it’s sort of, I mean, yeah. Of course.” To tell Eleanor it was her job to serve pizza would do a disservice to their conversation, she realized. She wasn’t sure what she had done to deserve a customer like Eleanor, but she was glad that she had walked in anyway.

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The Arson case pt. 5

Now my friends we are getting to the good part. Enjoy 😉

She hails a cab and gets inside. Once she arrives at the cemetery, she wastes no time in walking to the scene of the crime. The air brings a chill and the brown leaves crunch underneath her feet. She notes the different graves and the years people passed away.

As she gets closer to the scene of the crime, she notes the yellow tape surrounding the charred cabin. She ducks underneath the barrier and begins to look around. She notices a muddy footprint that has a foot size of 9 ½ and with diamond-pressed soles. She takes a picture and finds more subtle pieces of evidence. A few unfired police standard bullet rounds, a disposed of partially melted gasoline can, etc. All of which she takes pictures of.

The police force didn’t do a good job investigating the crime scene. Next, she goes to the groundskeeper and asks for footage from all the cameras. Then, she goes to a few nearby businesses behind the graveyard. After she finishes what she needs to do she goes home.She opens up her laptop, pours herself a cup of black coffee, prepares her pens and notes, and gets to work.

She clicks on the file that shows the graveyard parking lot. Her fingers click to manipulate the mouse to click on the speed-up button. Nothing seems amiss just some random cars parked, a slow-moving BMW, the rustling of the trees from the wind-.

She rewinds the footage and refocuses her attention on the black BMW. It parks in the parking lot and a hooded figure steps out of the driver’s seat. She can’t make out any facial features, but judging based on their height, stature, and what they are wearing, this person is male and probably comes from a working-class background.

She clicks on another camera to see the same person holding a gasoline canister and a box of matches in his hands. She clicks back to the original camera before he gets into the graveyard.

“How the hell did you get in?” Rewinding the footage she noticed something she hadn’t before. There was a tiny silver key in the sucker’s hand.

“So a cop huh? now this is getting interesting.” Judy has a knowing grin on her face, her green eyes observing as the newbie as he goes into his car and takes out the gas canister and the box of matches. Then he goes to the cemetery's back gate. His attempts to unlock it are comical she can see him try and try and after a few tries he manages to get in.

Judy clicks onto another camera watching the man make his way to the cabin, but instead of seeing old fat Ron pouring the gasoline, it’s this hooded man. However, in his stupidity, he lights a match revealing the true culprit of the arson crime.

“Bingo.” She makes a gun motion with her hand points it at Jason Baldwin and fake fires an imaginary trigger.

The rest of the footage shows what you would expect in a typical arson case, a started fire, the culprit fleeing the crime, and authorities arriving at the scene.

(We are almost done i wonder if you know who the true culprit is)

[melody-howard]

Hans Gunsche 1

Loud claps of thunder could be heard outside. The Zeppelin wasn't exactly sound proof. I was held up under my bed with my laptop, watching the storm roll across the radar at a painfully slow speed. The amazon wasn't the best place to be stationed for an astraphobe. Rain was a daily thing… as was thunder. I spent these times away from the others under my bed. No one seemed to notice my disappearances, thankfully. I clutched my worn out spider plushie and hunkered down for a few hours…

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The tiny Captain on loan from the WL went missing again. I doubt that she had forgotten her rounds… though come to think of it she did go missing every time it rained. From the way that the pilots talked this was a relatively bad storm. Hopefully she wasn't out for a walk during this. I sniffed the air to see if I could find where she had gone to. After all the Major had promised her safety to the others in her unit. I got a faint smell of her in the air, she was often in the mess hall talking with the others, so it was possibly a lingering sent. Her rounds, also had a faint lingering sent. The men on the rout made a path for me, often asking each other where the girl was. I passed them and made my way outside. I few quick sniffs of the air proved useless. It was far too wet to find her out here. I could only hope, for the Major's sake that she was inside safe.

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My lack of understanding Portuguese was biting me in the ass. There were no English captions and the internet page was half translated. Form the bits and pieces that a caught it seemed that the storm was a hurricane that had hit shore a day ago. We were inland enough to not get the damaging effects of the hurricane… but the storm was going to last a day or two. I did not have enough food and water to last that long. Not to mention the bull shit meetings I had to go to once a day. I was defiantly going to miss them. Whelp…

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I traced the halls of the Desus Ex Machada. Her sent was the strongest outside her room, that was to be expected though. I knocked on the door just to check if she was in there. I got no response so I went in. It was decorated in here… much less sparse than my room… 'If I'm going to be living here with you lot, I'd at least like to be comfortable…' I chuckled remembering her response to Dok scolding her for decorating the room with her stuff. She was quite outspoken, a good change from all the others around here. Her room light was on, though from what I've heard it's always on… something about not being able to sleep when it's dark. The small window in here room was covered in black out curtains. I peered through them to see that the window had a x made from tape on it… How weird. The art on her wall was strange… Jan liked them, something about how cool black light posters were, whatever black lights were. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her phone flash. She was here in the Desus Ex Machada somewhere.

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My phone went off and scared the shit out of me. I reached my hand out from under the bed to grab it. Maybe it was a weather alert that I could actually understand… With my luck it was a message from a friend or some stupid game. I quickly snatched it and looked… It was one of the vampires asking how to fix something. I ignored it, I have bigger problems at the moment. I set my phone aside and looked back at the radar.

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I dainty hand shot out from under the bed and grabbed the phone… Why was she under her bed? I bent down to look. She was clutching a large stuffed spider and staring at her laptop. I could see in the reflection of her glasses that it was a storm radar. I got down onto the floor and watched her stare at the screen, her eyes were wide… then the smell hit me, she was scared… that's why she didn't answer me, she was too scared to notice that I had knocked on the door. She would usually tell me to come in with her loud voice. She had enough voice for the both of us. It was always nice to see Dok's face when she would yell at him for something… In fact I think the entire crew of the Desus Ex Machada could hear her. She's quite fearless, if I was her Dok would have ripped my vocal cords out.

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I was so absorbed in watching the storm move at a slow pace across the area that it took me awhile to notice the red eyes staring at me. It was the Captain… We stared at each other, eyes locked before he tilted his head to me in a questioning manor. "W-what?" My voice barely came out, he heard me though. He motioned for me to come out from under the bed. "No…" I thought he was reaching out to grab me, instead he was joining me under the bed. He pointed to my computer screen. "It's the storm…" He shook his head and I pulled up a word document. "You know…" Before I could even finish my sentence he turned my laptop and began typing. I watched as he typed out the sentence; 'Are you scared of storms?' All I could do was nod as a loud clap of thunder happened. I clutched my spider. Captain tapped my arm and pointed to the screen. He had apparently typed something else out while I was having a mini panic attack. 'Why?' I shook my head. "It's a long story…" He shook his head and I sighed.

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The girl sighed. "I grew up in Texas, storms like this were common… I actually survived a tornado. I remember walking down the street looking at the path of destruction that it left… Entire houses were gone, mine included. The only reason I lived was the shelter we had built a year earlier. Most of the people on my street were dead or wounded… buried under rubble." She stopped talking and watched me type; 'That can't happen here.' She scoffed; "Yeah, I know that… I just can't help but be scared that every storm will turn deadly. I never said I had a good fear… After all when Dok asked me if I feared anything I responded with 'the stupidest thing in the world.' He thought it was death or public speaking… but no it's fucking storms." I chuckled, though no sound came out. She looked at me with a little pout of anger. 'Faruline, that's a valid fear.' She shook her head. "Being scared of every storm, having fear run through you every time that the wind blows hard… fearing rain, how is that not stupid." I reached up and patted her head. "Don't do that!" Her hair felt soft, and she was hiding something from the rest of us… another set of ears perched on top of her head. I went back to typing; 'It is valid because it is a natural ingrained fear. Like spiders and snakes. Rain and storms would have killed your ancestors, caused bad hunting and floods.' She stared at what I wrote for a hard minuet before I began to type again. 'Death is normal and unavoidable, so is public speaking. Being scared of those is worthless. Being scared of storms is useful. You are able to find safety and prepare.' I grabbed the jar of peanut butter from her side and showed it to her. She sighed and shook her head. "I guess you're right…" I set the jar down. "…it's a sound fear."

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I watched Captain set my half eaten jar of peanut butter down. He then began to type again; 'Would you like me to stay here with you?' My eyes went wider than they already were. I was shocked, I figure he would just leave and go back to standing by the Major after realizing that I was safe. He cocked his head to me. "I… I would like that." He proceeded to crawl out from under my bed. I followed him after a loud clap of thunder, pushing my laptop and dragging my spider plushie. My laptop was picked up by gloved hands and set aside. I finished crawling out and climbed onto the bed. My plushie was pulled from my arms and set aside with my laptop. Captain easily sat down on my bed, must have been the right height for him. He settled in right next to me and turned the tv on. A large clap of thunder shook the zeppelin. I jumped and latched on to the Captain, who only looked at me for a brief second before going back to find something to watch.

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She was clinging to me… She didn't notice the slight blush that came to my face. I tried to ignore it and looked for an English show to watch. If I had to I could embarrass myself with video games I could. Of the few channels we got only one seemed to be in English. It seemed to be a soap opera… the Major and Dok both enjoyed watching those, so maybe she would too. I watched her face to gage her reaction. "This trash is still on tv? It's been running since the sixties." I glanced back to the show. If it's been running this long then it must be good. She snuggled into my arm, I saw a small blush come to her face… I suppose she's never actually seen me without my coat on. A small smile crossed my lips. Before I knew it she snatched the remote from my hand. "I cannot stand another second of this desperate house wife shit." She proceeded to flip through the stations again; I reached out and grabbed her laptop to type something.

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This was the only English channel? Are you shitting me? Soaps… in English playing in Brazil? Jesus fucking Christ, how were these trashy shows popular. Captain poked my arm. 'That's your only option.' I shook my head and snatched my laptop from him. "Lies!" I jumped out of the bead and hooked my laptop up to the tv. I loaded up Netflix and dipped back under my bed for my mouse. I grabbed it and pulled myself back into the bed. "Sorry I took your only form of communication… wait…"

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She was distracted from the storm now. The only responses that she gave were little involuntary jumps, even to the thunder that her human ears couldn't pick up. I watched as she rummaged through the desk that her tv was placed on. She pulled out a pen and stuck it into her hair. She slammed the drawer shut, making the tv wobble on its stand and yanked open another drawer. She pulled something out and tucked it under her arm. "Here." She tossed it at me. It was a nice note book, it had Vincent Van Gogh's Sunflowers on it. "You can keep that one, I have like three others at home." She climbed her way back into the bed and sat down next to me. "I had a pen…" I reached back and pulled it out of her ponytail. Her head turned to me quickly. "Oh… you wouldn't believe how many pens I loose in my hair." She smiled to me and just me… my cheeks heated up. I don't think she noticed as she turned back to watch something. "Let me know if something interests you, or you'd rather watch something in German." I tilted my head to the side, though she didn't see. She had thought of what I wanted to watch… how unusual. My opinion was never wanted from anyone… until now.

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I flipped through my recommended stuff, nothing seemed to interest me. I was still jumping at the thunder, thou I had calmed down a lot. I was able to think about stuff other than the storm. My tail began to wag. It was stopped by a hand… Shit. I looked to Captain. He was staring at me with his head cocked. I turned red and swallowed hard. I think he's learned my secret. "Long story…" He let go of my tail and reached out for my head. I laid my ears down so he didn't accidentally put a finger into them. He gave me a few scratched behind my left ear and my tail went to wagging again. I pulled away from him after a moment and looked back to him. He had a soft smile on his lips… I was flabbergasted. He actually smiled, I returned it. I turned back to the tv and picked a nature documentary that I hadn't yet watched and settled back down next to Captain. He wrapped an arm around me.

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She had ears and a tail, not that I could see them at the moment. Must have been covering them with magic. I knew she wasn't like me one-hundred percent, I did however know that she wasn't human. From the first time I smelled her back in London. I knew she was abnormally strong; she had to be to be picking fights with vampires… the ears and tail were a shock. She snuggled into me and I tightened my grip on her. She didn't purr, so she wasn't a cat, and her tail wagged as I petted her behind the ears… She was a dog? I must have jumped at the realization cause she looked to me. "You ok?" I opened the book to a blank page, it had sketches in it. Some of me, Dok, Schrodinger and Rip. 'What are you?' She looked to what I wrote. "It's kinda funny. This Russian dude fell in love with me, his sister was in love with him. So to get me out of the picture she turned me in to a dog… more than once. Some of the affects will never wear off." She snapped her fingers. Two brown dog ears appeared on her head and a brown tail on her back. She gave out a bit of a laugh. "So yeah, that's why I'm flinching at thunder I shouldn't be able to hear." I stared at her for a moment. I knew that wasn't the whole story. I had seen her win countless arm wrestling matched against vampires. She snuggled back into me. "I guess the Major left out my other universely origins?" I wasn't surprised by that. Seeing as she smelt human… though now with her magic off she smelt different. Like pine trees and saw dust… with a touch of wet dog. It reminded me of home, back in the Black Forest. I held her the best I could and rested my head onto hers.

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Captain held me tight, it was comforting though. I had completely stopped jumping at the thunder and was focusing on the tv. Something I could have never done with MJ or Daniel staying with me. I felt him place his head on mine. He was so much bigger than me. I felt him take a deep breath threw his nose. He seemed relaxed for once. He always looks so tense. He began to lean on me and wrapped his arms around me, his hand came to rest on my stomach. A deep blush rushed through my cheeks. A sigh of contentment came through his nose. His grip tightened, as though he was trying to test his limits on my body and his other hand came and rested on my thigh; my blush grew. "Uh… Captain?" He hummed in response; I didn't know he could even make sound. "What are you doing?"

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I was caught off guard by her question… What was I doing? Was I comforting her? I opened my eyes and lifted my head from her. I looked down; her cheeks were bright red. She was blushing… how cute. I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. She leaned into the kiss. "Why are you being nice to me?" That was a very good question, I thought on it for a moment…

"Ah, yes, Frauline…" The girl rolled her eyes. "It's Melody you tubby little major!" She glared at the Major. "…Yes, of course, I am now your commanding officer…" She snapped back at him without a beat. "You! Ha! I don't take orders from deranged lunatics!" Major Anders chimed in. "Captain! Mind your manners. All of his orders will be cleared by me. So yes, you do take orders from him." I could see it in her eyes, she wasn't defeated, she just knew when to give up.

…It had to be then. She was unbreakable, even under my iron grip she was holding strong. Her deep green eyes stared at me as if waiting for me to speak. I just shrugged to her.

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We stared at each other for a while after he kissed my forehead. He just shrugged. "What? There has to be a reason." He just shrugged again and pulled me into his lap. Oh god… What was I going to do… other than become stiff which is what I did…

"I don't know what his problem is, dude." I glared to the two brothers coming down the hall. "Every time I open my mouth during a meeting he hit me in the back of the head." Luke rolled his eyes to his brother. "Probably because most of what comes out of your mouth is stupid." I shook my head and continued on my rounds. I heard a door open and shut as I turned the corner. "Oh, hey hot mama!" I rolled my eyes to Jan. "Not going to smile for me baby?" I glared at him. "A smile…" Before he could finish what he was saying he was cut off by a gunshot. Further down the hall stood the Captain with his gun drawn. "Thanks, it's nice to know someone around here respects women." He nodded to me and continued on down the hall.

I couldn't take a casual flirty way with him like I did others. I was too nervous… This man, by anyone else's standards would be a brute was holding me gently in his lap. I dwarfed him by a foot in height, I was tiny compared to him. As my brain stopped working instincts kicked in. Before I could stop myself I was burring my way into his coat for  warmth… and holy shit was he warm… and ripped… though I already knew that. I pulled the giant coat around me and cuddled in to sleep… Sleep there's a storm going on. I shot up and his grip tightened on me. I sighed and relaxed a bit. He looked at me with his head cocked to the side… I couldn't speak, his expression was so fucking cute. I smiled to him and went to cuddle back into his chest, then I noticed it, a dog tag.

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Cold finger tips brushed against my chest as the girl began to wiggle her way under my coat. In fact most of her was cold. She wiggled her way in completely. I felt her lay her on my chest, before she quickly startled. I looked down to her with a concerned face. She shook her head and went to lay on me again. Instead of doing that she grabbed my dog tag. "Hans Gunsche, Werewolf solider…" My name… I hadn't heard it in years. "Well, it's nice to know that there's something other than Captain that I can call you." She ran her thumb over the metal. She was going to call me by my name? I wasn't going to be just 'Captain' to her anymore… and come to think of it do I even remember her name?... 'It's Melody, you tubby little major!'… Melody… Melody B. Howard… she set my dog tag back down on my chest and snuggled in to me. She closed her eyes and I heard a sigh of relief. "At least I'm going to sleep tonight." She was going to go to sleep… Then maybe I should get some rest too.

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I woke up warm, what a change, this place was usually freezing. My hair was moving… a loud clap of thunder, and I jumped. An arm gripped me tightly… Oh, that's right, I fell asleep on Captain, Hans… I fell asleep with him! I shot up at full force, I'm sure my eyes tinted themselves with my sudden fright. A hand came up and rubbed my arm. I looked back to him. His coat and gloves were discarded. I felt a deep blush cover my entire face. I had discarded my shirt in my sleep and was only left in my bra… here I am, with Hans, taking me in… or so I thought. His eyes were locked to mine, such a gentleman. I shook my head and went to get up when a earth shaking thunder clap shook everything. I began to panic. I went to dive onto the floor so I could crawl under my bed, but a warm set of hands stopped me. I was pulled back to the bed. My blanket was thrown back over me in a swift moment and I was being held to a very firm very warm chest. "Hans?" His grip tightened as I said his name. "Why are you still here?" He sat up and grabbed the notebook I gave him last night and began to write. 'I didn't want to leave you alone.' I was so confused. Hans, the Major's body guard was here with me and not him? Well I suppose that he's safe right now, it's not like we're in enemy territory. I sighed and shook my head. "You're confusing." I closed my eyes for a brief moment and before I knew it his lips were on mine. It was a gentle sweet kiss, and before I could even realize what I was doing my hands were in his hair. For the first time since I met him I had gotten a good smell of him. He smelt of apple wood smoke, fresh bread, and a hint of wet dog.

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What I thought would just have been a kiss soon turned in to something more. Her hands were in my hair and my hands landed on her hips. They were still warm from my body heat. When we parted I noticed that she had moved herself under me. Our chests were touching, her bra was silk. Her legs were wrapped around my torso. It was an intimate moment, something I hadn't experienced in years. Her lips reached up and recaptured mine, in a passionate kiss. She drug her nails down my shoulder and up my neck. Had it not been for the footsteps approaching the room this would have gone further. I pulled myself from her and she let out a whine, it pained me. A knock came to the door. "Captain Howard! Are you in there?" It was Dok. "The Captain is missing." She froze, which didn't help. The door soon cracked open. "Faru Howard?" Dok stuck his head into the room. "Ack! I am sorry!" He quickly left and closed the door. I felt Melody give a quiet laugh. "Oops." We would probably get scolded by our majors later… but it was nice to be so close to someone, who cared about me.

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"What the hell were you two thinking!" Frau Melody gave a nervous smile. "Shit happens?" Herr Major laughed and Major Anders went back to scolding the two. "Emotional attachment can ruin a mission…" Frau Melody quickly snapped back. "Hey! Don't pick favorites! You let Lillian and MJ work together!" I was having a hard time holding back my laughter, it was funny watching her rip others apart during an argument… It's nice to be watching instead of being the one she's ripping apart. "This is different Captain Howard." She got a cocky smile. "How so? You planning on wiping them out after we're done with Hellsing?" Major Anders choked on his words. "Then it is no different! There is no excuse for you to play favorites!" Frau Melody did an about face and walked away. She was the only one in our Last Battalion that could do that. Herr Major dismissed the Captain. When Major Anders hung up I busted into laughter. "They are a cute couple, right Avondale?" I lifted my glasses and wiped tears from my eyes. "Ah, yes they are. The brains and the brawn… Though, I wonder why her." Herr Major gave a chuckle. "I guess you never noticed dear Doctor… her hearing is exceptional, I have been whacked by what I can only presume is a tail." I thought about it for a moment. "Ah, she must be part dog, like Warrant Officer Schrodinger is part cat." A smile graced my features. "Wonderful, isn't it Doctor."

[sizzlyybacon]

trey's backpack part 1

we were in band class with a substitute who didn't speak much english, because of this she didn't take attendance. a ton of kids sat where they weren't supposed to, including my friend elise who pulled up in the percussion section to the right to me. my other friend soi was to the left of me. my friend euan was in front of me. we were chilling when suddenly we noticed a backpack with a tutta bella hat attached to it. we left it alone at first and continued talking. the sub got angry and said in broken english "me cut you up if you keep speak. you go to corners." (i'll split you all up if you keep talking and you'll all go to different corners of the room.) i sat up straight, "my greatest apologies, fine madam. we shall be good children from now on. thank you for being such an attentive and responsible teacher." i said, earning a laugh from everybody. after she walks away we can't control the impulsive thoughts and we bolt to the backpack dragging it over to our seats. we open it and read the laptop. (every laptop has a name tag on it) to find out who it belongs to. it's one of the percussionists from the other band, travis, who goes by trey. i was the only one who recognized the name. this was because me and my friend miracle saw him on the halloween dance. we were going up to people screaming at them to rate her nails. (pieces of tape stuck onto her nails, her costume was a basic white girl, she had an oversized tee, shorts so short you couldn't see them, a hydro flask, lip gloss, and way too much mascara which we helped her to apply.) trey was one of the kids we went up to. we found him accidentally because we found a giant tootsie roll on the ground that we started running towards, and he slid in and grabbed it first. she grabbed him by the shirt and screamed at him to rate her nails. he shrieked and started running. after chasing him down he started fake crying and handed over the tootsie roll to us, but that wasn't what we were asking for. he gave up and said "they're ugly, 0/10!" she SCREAMED and grabbed him. after screaming in his face for a solid minute she let him go. (back to the real story now) i laughed and we looked through the other stuff. it was relatively normal (except for the fact that the entire backpack was sticky and smelled terrible..), a mychron stopwatch, a clipboard that opened up to store other papers that we'd look at later, his laptop, his laptop case, full of trash, and 5 decks of disney villain cards, not gonna question that. but then we stumbled upon the last thing. a FLASK. like the ALCOHOL FLASKS. we opened it and it smelled like wine. the flask was completely covered in this weird clear sticky goo. that was all over our hands now. eughhhhh. it was only 1/4 full meaning either that was the reason behind the sticky stinky backpack or he had chugged 3/4 of it. either way its a yikes. we went through his weird clipboard storage thing to find a paper with his grades printed on it. all ies. (an ie is the same as an f in my school) the rest were music sheets and pieces of paper with weird scribbles and dicks drawn all over them. i'm not gonna judge you man. the teacher comes up and asks us what we're doing. i tell her the backpack belongs to my "brother" and he asked me to get something from it for him. it backfired on her for not doing attendance because she couldn't see that me and trey's last names aren't the same, then, elise suddenly says "imagine he comes in and sees us with his backpack." and of course, the door bursts open. our band teacher mr. van bebber is back from the field trip with the rest of the intermediate band. with trey RIGHT behind him. he looked at us since we're right across from the door but thankfully not at the bag. elise shoves everything back in and tosses the bag without closing it to the side and runs back to the french horn section ditching me and soi. soi runs the bag back to the corner to its original pose. she dips and runs to the timpani. i can't mess with it anymore because trey is too close.