#my funny embarrassing secret is that i cried myself to sleep that night because they posted that damn animatic at my 2am SFDFDGHDFKG

[cosmicdenro]

i remembered i never fucking answered this erm (i was looking through old art and saw it again lol) this was drawn after a mutual drew a very heartbreaking angsty animatic of these two and i had to cope by making it a "nightmare" concept instead HELP

[repnvrbeenworse]

The real reason why Edmund Corcoran was murdered.

"tell me who did this to you?"

Henry was not surprised when soft knocks on his apartment door interrupted his midnight reading, he set the book aside next to the ashtray, which had a burning cigarette, on the small yet elegant coffee table. He rose slowly and was halfway through the hallway when he heard her silvery voice.

“Henry? Are you home?”

It was very common for her to come uninvited to his house in the middle of the night, to be honest, there wasn’t a day she was not invited to Henry´s house. He could be in the middle of any important activity and he would just stop to pay attention to anything related to her. He felt his heart pump faster, as if were to beat out of his chest, Henry knew why she was in his door step.

Edmund Corcoran has never been a bad boyfriend but something inside him had changed in the past two to three weeks, he would heat up very easily with no apparent motive and who was there to take the blow? his poor girlfriend.

What Henry found funny was that Bunny knew about his feeling towards his very own girlfriend, “Don’t you think I see how you look at her uh? It’s so bloody obvious.” He´d say, but what would he truly think if he saw her in this particular moment, outside of his best mate’s door, probably drenched from the pouring rain asking if he was home.

Henry finally opened the door to find her slowly walking down the stairs, her wet silk dress tight around her body made him stare for a little longer.

“(Y/N)?” He asked softly.

She turned around and finally looked at him through her lashes, dark circles were prominent under her eyes, he didn’t really know if it was some makeup or from the lack of sleep. Henry chose to think it was the first option.

“Oh dear, you scared me” she said touching her chest slightly “I thought you weren’t home, I was about to leave, I’m sorry for waking you up Henry.”

“Don’t worry, I was doing my late-night reading, in fact I made some coffee. I could make more if you were to join me.” Henry was aware of her shyness, when it was just her, not with Francis, not Camilla and especially not with Bunny. So, he tried to make it a little bit easier for her to feel comfortable around him, something Henry was not used to doing with anyone.

Henry moved aside motioning calmly for her to come in his apartment, so she did. The atmosphere was very cozy and welcoming, a couple of candles were burning at the end of the corridor and the lamp was on in the small living room that had a big glass window next to the armchair where he had previously been reading.

“Excuse me if it sounds rude, but what are you doing here so late at night?” He paused, “are you alright?”.

“Yes, of course I’m alright Henry, just wanted to pay you a visit.” She said rather fast shaking her hand carelessly. That’s when he noticed. Her right wrist was a yellowish purple shade, it was a print, a hand print.

“What is that?” Henry hissed getting close to her for (Y/N) to take a step backwards. Henry stopped right in his tracks. Had it been somebody else he would have loved the effect of fear he had just inflicted on her, but it was (Y/N).

“I’m just going to ask once, tell me who did this to you?” she could bear to look him in the eye, she was focused on his ridiculous slippers, he was most definitely pulling off with the black bathrobe.

“It was an accident, its nothing… he was just angry, don’t wor-“ “He?,who?” He interrupted her. “I need a name right now” He took a deep breath.

“It was Bun, but really Henry you have nothing to worry about, it was not like last time he was just drunk and-“

“It was not like last time? Last time? Oh lord, since when has this been going on?”

“I can’t remember.” She spoke quietly, she was terrified. “Fuck” Henry rarely cursed, it was vulgar he used to say, so it came as a surprise when he did, under his breath.

“And he thinks he can get away with this uh?” He started to approach her slowly again.

“Come on Henry, there is nothing I can do against someone as big as Bunny, you know that.”

“Yes I know, but I could help you, I just cant let him treat you this way-“It was her turn to interrupt him.

“I’m terrified, okay?” He was looking at her intensely. “Not of Bunny, but, what if this is all I’m going to have for the rest of my life, this kind of sick joke love story that I deserve after what happened.” She was referring to the `deer´, the had `run over´.

She said starting to walk towards the living room and sat down in Henry´s only armchair. It was funny, Henry only had one armchair, one place to sit down in his living room as to say that he never liked company. She slowly motioned toward the cigarette in the ashtray asking for permission, he was leaning against the frame of the door, he nodded.

“So, I murder someone, we kept it a secret and Bunny has every right to hit you anytime he wishes, just because?” He was very mad, not at her obviously, at Bunny but most at himself. For not realizing the clear cries of help.

“Just because.” She puffed the smoke out, her lips trembling slightly.

“Well, this cannot continue any further, I’ll have a word with him first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Are you crazy? he already thinks we are hooking up; he will lose his mind.” He nodded. “Did you know? That Bun thinks we have this secret affair going on.”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I was aware of it, he came to me a couple of ago. He said and I quote “Don’t look at her like that, she is mine, you try something and I will myself chop your balls off.”” He stated cringing at the last part.

“Why did you keep this from me?” She said standing up and facing Henry with her arms crossed, cigarette now forgotten in the ash tray.

“Why do you think? It’s embarrassing! To get caught looking at your mate’s girlfriend who happens to be a close friend.” He said sarcastically slowly straightening his back as he was leaning on the door frame.

“Well to be completely honest, I have also been looking in your direction, you are a very handsome sight.” She admitted slowly but certainly approaching him. “Very, very good-looking, hot...”

“Stop, we can’t do this, as much as I would love to, as much as I have dreamt about this moment, it’s just not right.” He said frustratedly while running his fingers through his hair.

“Since when do you, Henry Winter, care about what is right and what is not-” She whispered slowly opening his robe.

“-True.” Henry interrupted her.

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[sapphic-yearning-lesbian]

A Modern AU

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Namaari is randomly assigned a night shift in the ER where she meets a patient named Raya, who appears to be suffering from broken ribs. However, the shift takes a turn when Raya flatlines, and Namaari pushes herself to save the girl whose smile is engraved in her head.

Word Count: 2199

Warning’s: Major character injury, and a temporary death

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Raya and Sisu are being walked into a patient room by an ER nurse called Atitaya. 

Sisu loudly states, “Stupid! All these injuries were caused by stupidness!” 

Raya glared at her as she held her sternum; she felt a lot of tenderness and trouble breathing. She couldn’t see, but she was sure that her rib cage would be bruised if she lifted her shirt. It’s just a few broken ribs, she thought before answering, “Tong was looking at me funny!”  

“He smiled at you…because you tripped,” Sisu replied, rubbing her face with her hands as they entered the patient room.

Once entering the room, Raya quickly jumps onto the patient’s bed, resulting in her groaning in pain. “The details on how the fight broke out don’t matter. I WON: I broke one of his front teeth, his nose, and made it nearly impossible for him to have children again”. She answered as she licked the inside of her left cheek, tasting iron. She must have bitten the inside of her lip when she received a punch to her face.

Both Raya and Sisu noticed the nurse was now nervous. Then again: Who could blame her after what she just heard. But no matter how scared Atitaya was internally, she still placed a pulse oximeter on Raya’s left index finger and a blood pressure cuff on her right arm. Before taking an oral temperature.

“Remember, I work here, Raya! Please don’t scare my coworkers,” Sisu pledges as she looks at Atitaya smiling before sitting down. “Tong should also be a patient of yours tonight. I know this sounds crazy, but we’re all great friends.” 

Suddenly Tong’s voice is echoing through the ER hallways. “ARE YOU OKAY, RAYA” Atitaya jumps as she finishes taking Raya’s temperature.

“I’M ALRIGHT! SORRY TONG, I HOPE YOUR MANLY HOOD WASN’T LOST,” Raya screams back, smiling, as his laughter is filling the hallway once again. She turns to look at Sisu, who is practically crying in the chair from embarrassment. 

“Ms. Hart. I’m going to have to ask you to not scream,” The nurse says in a calm voice, trying not to smile. 

Raya begins to nod in agreement before she starts clenching at her chest before gasping for air. The pain is excruciating. Yet, she is still hopeful it’s just broken ribs, and they haven’t punctured her lung; because that would hurt way more...right?

Atitaya was about to excuse herself from the room to locate Namaari, the nurse practitioner who can order an X-ray and medicine. Yet as she unbadged herself from the computer, she hears three knocks on the door. A tale sign that Namaari was about to enter the room. The three knocks are a secret signal she uses with all her nurses to know of her presence.

“Hello. My name is Namaari; I’m the nurse practitioner this night shift. I heard the screaming and your very muffled voice. Could I take a look at your injury?” 

Raya’s head jerks in the direction of the knocks spotting the new nurse, Namaari. She smiles widely. The new nurse is wearing a white coat over grey scrubs. Her scrubs were tightly fitted, showing that under, she had a muscular figure. Her skin was golden brown, with piercing brown eyes. She also had a very attractive undercut screaming, ‘Sapphic.’ 

Raya also notices a tattoo cuff on her left ear, probably because it’s a safety hazard to wear jewelry in hospitals: They can easily be pulled by angry or upset patients--She lightly bites on her bottom lip before answering, “Are you sure my voice was muffled? Maybe you were just attracted to my voice and needed a reason to come in here,” She felt pretty winded after that finishing her sentence, but she was still able to lift her left eyebrow. 

And yes, Raya was dam aware she shouldn’t be hitting on the hospital staff, but come one. She’s hot.

“RAYA” Sisu screamed from the corner of the room.

Namaari stood at the door frame with a gentle smile on her lips.

Raya assumed the flirting attempt went over Namaari’s head. She couldn’t bear to think the gorgeous nurse was choosing to ignore her. “I would have gotten myself injured sooner if I knew this godly woman would show up to rescue me,” Raya struggles to say as she winks. 

Seconds later, Raya’s body was overwashed with a painful sting “ah fuck” she states as she curls into herself, gripping at her right ribcage.

Namaari was used to patients flirting with her; It comes with the job. However, It’s usually easy for her to ignore flirtations. Yet Namaari wasn’t blind; this patient was gorgeous even in her physical state.

Raya was beaten, a purple bruise appearing on her left cheek, her clothes dirty from the struggle of her disagreement. 

Namaari cannot deny how Raya’s smile made her feel some weird sensation in the pit of her stomach: People call that feeling butterflies. 

This patient was trouble, but that somehow excited Namaari.

Suddenly Namaari remembered the other voice in the room and turned to see Sisu, jumping from her seat running over to Raya. She didn’t necessarily consider Sisu, a friend. Still, she often saw her in the ER because she is part of the psychiatry department. Sisu would often come and evaluate patients for hospitalization. “Quite ironic, how a trauma nurse is in the ER for a trauma injury,” Sisu hummed as she ran her hands through Raya’s hair. 

Namaari forced herself out of her thoughts and walked over to Raya. Looking up at the vital machine monitor. Her pulse was high, resting in the 110s, and her blood pressure was also abnormal. “Call for an X-ray and tell them I okayed it.” She finally says, looking straight at Antitya, who nods and exits the room.

Namaari walks over to the computer in the room, quickly badging in and ordering her some narcotics to give Raya once the broken or fractured ribs are conformed by the X-ray. 

Sisu is just smiling at Namaari from afar as she consoles Raya, who is cussing in pain with each of her breathe’s. 

“Can you please lay back on the bed so I can look at your injury” Raya hears the attractive nurse say. She hums as Sisu lets go of her stepping back, her place now replaced by Namaari smiling gently at her. Raya tried to shift her position to lay herself on the bed, but it hurt so much to do it. 

Raya felt as she was being punched in the lungs if she moved even an ounce. To distract herself from her pain, she watched as Namaari, who looked over at the vital machine, and for a moment, panic showed on her face. Nevertheless, Namaari’s eyes meet hers again as she smiled, trying to comfort her, which she did. 

However, seconds later, Raya felt her brain becoming fuzzy with the pain radiating all over her body, her breathing very labored as she gasped for air. Raya knew she was about to pass out, but she never felt safer. She knew she was in Namaari’s hands, and something deep down within her knew she would be okay.

Namaari watched as Raya’s pulse shot up to 140, while her Oxygen dropped to 87. This wasn’t just a case of broken ribs anymore. 

Namaari quickly walked towards the wall and pulled on a red switch, the rapid code. Its unique alarm went off, and she knew that the call light was flashing red outside. Both these tools allow for the other medical staff to be informed the patient in that room is deteriorating, and further assistance is needed.

Raya’s vision was becoming blurred with speckles of black as she was consumed by her agony. All she wanted to do was scream or even cry, but the pain was so immense that her body forced her to stay silent. Raya felt like a prisoner in her body, unable to communicate what she was experiencing. 

Soon enough, Raya was overwashed with a need to close her eyes; it’s like her body was promising her that if she went to sleep, the pain would stop. She wanted to give in to this promise, but she fought it for now.

Raya couldn’t move, but she felt as the nurse slowly guided her down onto the bed as Sisu cried in the background. The rapid alarm echoed throughout the room, and she couldn’t help but laugh in her mind as this time it was pulled for her. Most times, Raya was running the rapid codes saving people’s lives, yet right now, her life rested in that beautiful nurse’s hands. 

Those were Raya’s last thoughts as her mind went blank, properly passing out.

Once Namaari guided Raya to lay on her back, she quickly placed an oxygen mask on her as the room was suddenly swimming with more staff members. Everyone trying to help in some way, taking blood pressures, starting an IV, calling for a portable X-ray machine, and calling for an OR in case of emergency surgery: as it seemed, Raya did have a punctured lung caused by her broken ribs.

Suddenly Atitaya was next to Namaari. “I told Sisu to wait in the waiting room; she didn’t want to go, but I showed her out” OHH, yea Raya’s girlfriend, Maari thought. 

Apparently, Sisu was screaming in the background, which she completely blocked from her head. Namaari’s excuse being that she was trying to save Raya’s life. “I should have known she was high on adrenaline, and It was muting her pain symptoms--” Atitaya whispered to Namaari.

 Namaari knew her nurse was blaming herself for something she didn’t think about either. She let the girl’s beautiful coffee eyes distract her. And now she’s watching her vitals plummet.

Suddenly a women’s voice screamed, “She decompensating. She’s about to flatline someone start compressions NOW.” Namaari didn’t look up to check who ordered that; she assumed the order was from a resident. Namaari quickly crouched and pressed on the CPR lever under the bed that laid the bed completely flat. She quickly placed her left hand over her right interlocking her fingers after standing up before placing her hands on Raya’s sternum. She began compressions, two inches deep each time. Simultaneously, Atitaya was bagging Raya so she could breathe for her. 

After the first round of 30 compressions; The resident speaks again, “Turn her onto her side Namaari” Namaari did as she was told, recognizing the voice to belong to Amba. Anyways, another staff member slipped a flat board under Raya’s back. Once it was in place, Namaari quickly laid her back down and continued compressions. Soon a tiny monitor was placed below Namaari’s hands, which actually told her if her compressions were deep enough.

After about 3 minutes of constant compressions, Namaari’s compressions weren’t deep enough. “Switch,” She states as Atitaya takes over compressions and Namaari begins to bag Raya. 

Only once Namaari stopped compressions did she notice the room was full of various staff members; the rapid code was now a code blue, a whole different sound echoing through the room. 

It’s crazy, but you don’t hear these changes during an emergency. You only listen to what’s essential to saving the patient’s life.

As Atitaya performed more compressions, the sound of one of Raya’s ribs breaking under her force was heard. Atitaya flinched, realizing she caused her recovery to be longer if she survives. But that sometimes happens; you hurt the person you’re trying to save. Most people don’t mind a broken rib if it means you saved their life.

Namaari was snapped back into the present when she heard “charge to 100” before “CLEAR.” That’s all it took. Raya’s pulse came back. Namaari felt so relieved: She’s always happy to save someone’s life, but today, right now, she’s overjoyed. 

Nevertheless, Namaari doesn’t understand how two sentences from this patient had her heart throbbing within her chest. 

She doesn’t know how or why the relief she’s currently experiencing is so overpowering.

With all these inner thoughts, Namaari still smiles as now she has the chance to get to know Raya. UGHHH, no, you cannot get to know her! She’s dating Sisu...

Stop overthinking Namaari. SNAP OUT OF IT!

“Thank’s, Namaari. We’ll take it from here,” Amba, the surgical resident, says; As a portable x-ray machine is brought into the room to scan Raya. 

Once a resident or doctor from a different unit takes over, Raya is no longer her patient, and she needs to let her go and help another patient. Even so, she left the room and waited outside it to listen in. “She’s punctured her left lung; we need to rush her into emergency surgery, page Pengu. He’s the best cardiothoracic surgeon!” 

Namaari exhaled as she watched nurses and doctors from the surgical unit transport, Raya, off the emergency unit to the operating room. 

Namaari had gotten Raya’s heart to pump again, but the surgery will decide whether she lives or dies. Knowing this, she rested her head on the wall regaining her posture, putting a smile on her face as she heard her name being called from another patient’s room. 

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Let me know if you want me to continue it! :) 

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: The Ass-sistant

When I claimed this anon prompt for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ I had other story ideas in mind... but after my little adventure yesterday afternoon, I was inspired in a totally different direction. So part of this is what actually happened to me... and the other part is just made up. I’ll let you figure out which part 😉

[Edit] Silly me forgot to tell you what my prompt was! It was an anon prompt for “Is this a bad time to mention that I prefer to sleep naked?”

Title: The Ass-sistant

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

When you cancelled your date with Chris, you hadn’t expected him to show up. The two of you had only been dating for a couple weeks.

But there he was, standing on the other side of your front door with a grocery bag in both hands and a backpack thrown over one shoulder.

“Damn,” he muttered as he took in your appearance from the brace on your ankle up to the bandages covering your palms. “You really messed yourself up good, didn’t you?”

“I’ll be ok,” you assured him. You hurt like hell, but you’d hurt your ankle before and had recovered fine. Granted, you’d never rolled your ankle and landed on asphalt. This time you had, and you had the road rash and cuts on your hands and knees to prove it.

It was that accident, which had occurred when you’d been walking down the long driveway of your apartment complex to get your mail, that had caused you to cancel your date with Chris. You’d been honest with him on your reason and, clearly, he’d come to help.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asked after you led him into your apartment

“Not yet, I was going to order in,” you replied.

“No need, I brought dinner,” he told you. “Sit down and get your ankle up. I’ll bring dinner to you.”

You watched from the couch as he made himself familiar with your kitchen.

It wasn’t until a familiar scent reached your nose that you realized he’d gone to your favorite restaurant and picked up your favorite meal. That had been the original plan for the evening, but he hadn’t asked you what you wanted. Obviously, he had remembered the fact from an earlier conversation.

“Tray table?” He asked.

“In the closet by the front door,” you replied.

From where you sat, you saw him walk down the hall and open the closet. It wasn’t exactly a Monica Geller secret closet of shame situation, but it wasn’t super organized either. You held your breath as you watched him dig around, but it only took him a couple seconds to unearth the two hand-me-down tray tables. Then he closed the door to the closet without a word.

Five minutes later, you sat with your ankle resting on a pillow with your favorite dinner on a tray table while Chris sat in a matching armchair eating his own dinner. 

“Thank you for this,” you said to him. “I didn’t want to cancel, but I couldn’t see any way around it since I can barely walk.”

“I hated the idea of you here by yourself,” he admitted. “And I’ve been there. Getting hurt is the worst.”

You both chuckled at that.

“I, uh, brought stuff over to stay the night,” he said, meeting your eye. “Not to do that but in case you didn’t want to be home alone tonight.”

You didn’t answer right away, partly because you had just taken a bite of your dinner but also because you needed a moment to think. You had been toying with the idea of inviting Chris in after dinner for that reason, but that plan had gone south with your injuries.

You had spent the last couple hours hobbling around your apartment and it would be nice to have some help. It also meant you got to spend time with Chris and that made you happy.

“I’d love for you to stay,” you told him and then took it a step farther. “You can stay with me in my room or on the couch, wherever you’re the most comfortable.”

“I’ll do whatever helps you sleep better,” he said seriously, but you could see something in his eye that revealed his true feelings. He wanted to sleep in your bed with you. “That’s the most important part.”

“We’ll decide later then,” you replied with a smile.

Once you finished eating, Chris got an ice pack out of the freezer for you to ice your ankle while he did the dishes. He went above and beyond your expectations when he not only took care of the dishes the two of you had used for dinner, but took care of the dishes in the sink, too. And wiped down your kitchen counters.

“Are you really here or am I just having a really good dream?” You asked him as he came to collect the ice pack.

Instead of answering, he leaned over the back of the couch and kissed you on the mouth. Leaning into the kiss, you brought a hand up to rest on his jaw and forgot about everything. Until your ankle moved.

“Fuccccccck,” you cried out, pulling away from him.

“Fuck, damn it,” Chris echoed. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s my fault,” you said through gritted teeth. Looking up, you met his eyes and gave him a small smile. “I liked the kiss.”

A worried smile crossed Chris’s face and he sighed before he carried the ice pack back to the kitchen. Then he shut off the light in there and made his way back to the armchair.

“No,” you said before he sat down. “Sit with me, there’s enough room.” Then, because you could see the hesitation in his eyes, added, “you won’t hurt me, I promise.”

He studied you for a second before he sat down next to you on the couch. Given that you were sitting sideways on the couch with your ankle resting on a pillow, it was a bit tight, but the two of you made it work. He even pulled you back a little, so you were resting against him.

It took you two a good ten minutes to pick a movie to watch, before he suggested that the two of you just watch your favorite movie.

By the time the movie ended, it was time for another ice session and pain reliever. Not to mention a potty break.

You could feel Chris’s eyes on your back as you limped down the hall to the bathroom. You knew he wanted to offer his assistance, but there were some things a girl had to do by herself.

When you came out of the bathroom, he had the ice pack ready for you as well as a small snack and pain reliever. While you rested, he double checked the doors and windows, making things were locked up for the night.

You could feel the stress radiating from him twenty minutes later when he followed you to your bedroom. Your anxiety over everything was high enough, you didn’t need his added to it.

“Do you need help changing?” He asked.

Finding your opening to lightening the mood, you tipped your head to the side and said, “Is this a bad time to mention that I prefer to sleep naked?”

He blinked in a stunned silence for a second before you started to laugh, and he followed your lead.

“In all seriousness,” you said, looking at him. “I’m happy you’re here with me tonight and that I’m not by myself. And you’ve been an absolute gem, I just need you to relax because you’re going to get me worked up again and then I’ll cry and -” You stopped talking as the anxiety from earlier started to build in your chest.

Then Chris was there. He wrapped his arms around you and held onto you as he whispered quietly, reminding you to breath. With his helped, you managed to pull yourself together.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him.

“Anytime,” he replied seriously. “I’ll go change in the bathroom and let you do whatever in here. Call if you need me.”

A short time later, you lay in bed next to Chris, trying to get comfortable, but not finding a comfortable position. It wasn’t your ankle cause the issue, however, but the muscles in your butt. After taking the brunt of your fall earlier in the day, those muscles had been ignored thanks to other immediate and demanding issues. And now they were making themselves known.

“Are you ok?” Chris asked. “Do you need me to go to the couch?”

“No, stay,” you said through gritted teeth. He had positioned himself as far to one side of the bed as he could without falling off, just to make sure you had enough room.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. There was a hint of worry, but he had taken your words about anxiety to heart.

“It’s embarrassing,” you sighed as you closed your eyes unable to look at him. “The muscles in my butt are screaming at me.”

When he didn’t respond, you opened your eyes and regretted it immediately when you saw the amused smirk on Chris’s face.

“It’s not funny!” You exclaimed. “It hurts.”

“I’m sure it’s a... pain in the ass,” Chris snickered.

Groaning, you rolled into your stomach in hopes that position would work better. It didn’t.

“Would you like me to help?” He asked attempting serious while amusement was still laced in his tone.

“Like what, rub my ass?” You asked, turning your head to look at him.

“It might work,” he replied. “I assume you need something deep and therapeutic rather than just a groping.”

“Definitely deep and therapeutic,” you agreed but then offered. “You can save the groping for another time.”

“If you want me massaging your ass to stay just that, you’ll need to keep those other comments to yourself,” Chris stated as he pushed the blankets off both of you.

“Those sounds too,” he added when his first, deep press into your butt made you moan.

“I’ll try,” you replied as he continued to work.

After twenty minutes of getting familiar with your butt over your pajama shorts, Chris removed his hands and asked, “How are you feeling now?”

“Much better,” you replied, sleepily. “When my hands get better, I’ll give you a massage, too.”

“It’s a date,” he said with a laugh. “Get some sleep.”

“You need to sleep, too,” you told him, looking at him. “I’m ok, Chris, just sore. I promise.”

He held your eye for a second, but eventually nodded. “I’ll sleep,” he promised.

And he did. When you woke up the next morning, still sore psychically, he was fast asleep next to you, which made your heart fill with happiness.

[addictedtoredemption]

Poop Sock

It’s November 14th , 2019. I had just woken up, and it was time for the usual morning pee. As I pull down my pants and go to sit down I brace myself for the cold steel metal that soon will be touching my bare skin. The initial shock of the brisk coolness fades, and my eyes gaze over to the side of the toilet, and I see a gray frayed sock that has been tied in a knot. I think to myself, “this must have been left here by someone before me. Yuck, that’s fucking gross.” I contemplate whether I should throw it away. I hope to myself that I won’t be here long enough for it to matter. Hopefully I will leave today, and this sock won’t matter. Why bother throwing it away? “No, I better just get it out my sight, plus I don’t want them to think I have something extra or that I am not picking up after myself.” I grab the sock between my pointer finger and thumb and the oh so familiar “this is fucking gross” scrunched up face is on full display. That’s weird, it’s heavy, what the hell is in here? I don’t want to know. I toss it in the trash, and hear it thud against the brown plastic bin. I sit down on the blue mat on the floor.

I haven’t cried much yet. I’m still in shock. How did I get here? Why do I do this to myself? Why can’t I just play by the fucking rules? I hear the slamming of the thick steel door, and I hear the corrections officer yell, “Food! Top tier.” Ladies begin rushing down the stairs. It’s wave of orange jumpsuits that form a long line down one side of the commons area of Mod 13. Mod 13 is the women’s minimum-security housing for inmates. Definition of inmate: any of a group occupying a single place of residence especially: a person confined (as in a prison or hospital.) Inmate- Jenna West, 34, wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, nurse, and now inmate. In jail, you are none of those other things, you are inmate. “Inmates line up for food, inmate meds are here, inmate line up for court, inmate you can use the phone, inmates you can shower, inmates it’s time for lights out.” You see, the corrections officers don’t know my story, they don’t really care. They are here to earn their paycheck and go home. They see me simply as another criminal, piece of shit, and deservedly here to serve out time for the deviant ways I have betrayed society. I stare at the women in line waiting for the slop that is to be served on scratched up, sometimes clean brown trays. They hold their brown cups in their hand hoping that by the time they get up to the front the juice won’t be gone. I use the term juice lightly, as it is a cup of water with a splash of flavoring. As they wait for their food they laugh, chat, braid each other’s hair, and seem oblivious to their current situation. It enrages me that they can be having a good time. Do they not realize this isn’t summer camp? We are in jail! “Bottom tier, let’s go.” I grab my cup and walk across the bright white floor to take my place in line. I am careful not to push my way in and try to remain unseen. That is until “Inmate! Are you forgetting something?” I don’t even look up; it doesn’t occur to me that she would be talking to me. “Hello?!, Inmate orange needs to be on.” I look down and I still have my brown t-shirt on. I feel like it’s the first day of school when you inevitably miss the memo on what’s what, and now you are the center of attention. “Sorry, I’ll go get it.” I quickly walk over to myself cell and grab my orange shirt and walk back to the line. I get my tray of food. It’s brown mystery meat. I’m told it is hamburger. A piece of white bread, a plastic spoon with ½ teaspoon of ketchup, a potato side, carrots, and cookie. I eat the cookie. The hamburger is completely inedible. The potatoes have no flavor. The carrots are cold. I don’t have much of an appetite anyway. I begin to think about my family. How worried my mom is. How mad my husband is. How clueless my kids are as to where Mommy is. I just want to be home. I want to be watching my two-year-old little girl playing with her toys, watching Pink Fong, and running to me for the occasional snuggle or kiss. I want to look outside and see my son, 10, walking down the hill from school. I want to greet him at the door and ask how his day is. I want to have some funny banter with my husband over texts. I want to give him a kiss when he comes home from work. I want to sit down on the couch with him and watch our shows. I want to sleep in bed next to him. Oh, a bed-I would give anything for a bed. I had dreams almost every night I was in jail about finding pillows in secret passageways. I just wanted a fucking pillow. All we are given is a 1-inch-thick blue mat with one end a little thicker for what one might call a pillow. It’s a stark contrast from my king size bed, with a 2in memory foam thick mattress toppers, Casper pillow, and down comforter. I don’t get a sweet tap on my shoulder at 2 am from my sweet Stella, asking if she can sleep with me. Instead, I lay awake most hours of the night counting the white bricks that make up my small cell, all 252 of them. I am anxious, I am sad, and I am defeated. During phone time, I call my mom just to have a small amount of comfort. She hears the pain and sorrow in my

voice. I know it’s selfish of me to call her, I know that calling her, and letting her hear me cry is painful, but I can’t help it. I need that comfort, I need to hear her voice, and I need a moment away from my reality. I call my husband, Casey, next. I ask if he has spoke to my lawyer, if he found out when I might get out, and I ask what he told Jaxson. His tone with me is firm, and his answers are concise. I don’t find much comfort in talking to him, as I know that he is angry with me. I’ve let him down. I’ve made him the sole caretake for our children for no one knows how long. I’ve placed my job in jeopardy. I’ve embarrassed him. There are few family members, and friends that know of my situation at this point, and he now has to tell them his wife, mother of his children is in jail so he might need some help with the kids. He tells me he told Jax, that Mom had to go on a work trip, and she is somewhere where there is no service. Jax asked, “Why would she just leave? Why wouldn’t she say goodbye? When will she be back.” These feelings my son had to feel because of my poor choices is just another ripple of many ripples in this giant ocean of the clusterfuck I have made of my life. The burden my husband had to bear is one of many he has had to endure because he married an addict. The pain and disappointment my mother and father felt is only worsened by images of their youngest daughter in jail away from her family, and there is nothing they can do to help.

I do find some comfort in that I don’t have a cellmate. I get the bottom bunk so I don’t have to try to hoist myself up on the top one. That comfort is quickly taken away on day two of my jail stint. Midday on November 14th a pretty brunette girl storms through the cell door into my cell. She says, “Hey, I am your roommate, can I have the bottom bunk? I just had a baby, and I can’t climb up there.” She could have given me any reason as to why she wanted the bottom bunk, and I would have conceded. She seemed like this wasn’t her first rodeo, and I wasn’t about to start any bad blood with someone I’d be in an 8X10 room with for the foreseeable future. Rachelle, had just been moved from the medical infirmary back to general population, “gen pop.” She had her baby only three days early. She gave birth under police custody, she spent 24 hours with her baby before she was shipped back to jail. I felt sad for her, and I felt angry for her. How can the system be so heartless that they rip a newborn baby from their mother just hours after birth? She clearly isn’t a murderer or armed robber; she is in minimum security. What could she have done that was so terrible? I’d later find out that she was caught shoplifting from a Thrift world Store. She was nearly 7 months pregnant at the time, and when they searched her, they found meth in her bra strap. They didn’t give her a bond because they wanted to ensure the baby had a fighting chance. She was to serve out the rest of her pregnancy in jail, and after the baby was born they would then decide her fate. This girl gave zero shits about anything. She quickly rummaged through her clothes- two orange pairs of shirts and pants, two underwear, two sports bras, and two pair of socks. The standard wardrobe for Douglas County inmates. She threw of her orange shirt, and through her brown shirt I could see two wet sports where her nipples would be. She was leaking, engorged, and in pain. She threw off her bra and exposed her bare breast, then asked me what I think she should do? You see on top of the emotional pain of not being with her newborn, she had to endure the pain of not being able to breastfeed therefore having engorged breasts that leaked constantly causing chapped nipples that chaffed against her sport bra. She tried to put socks and toilet paper between her skin and her clothing to ease the discomfort, but it was to no avail. I looked down quickly, and just said you need to just try to keep them dry. I told her that if she had some Chapstick that it might help with the chaffing. She swapped bras and grabbed a clean shirt and continued to unpack her bags and make herself at home. She raised hell about how dirty the cell was, and ranted, “this is fucking disgusting, how do people live like this?” She ran out of the cell to grab cleaning supplies. Cleaning supplies? I had no idea we could just go get cleaning supplies to make things a little more livable. I assured her had I known, I would have cleaned, and I told her I was hoping I was leaving later that day, so I didn’t see the point. But I picked up some supplies and assisted her with the cleaning of our humble abode. Once everything was in order she said, “Do you have any extra socks?” I replied, “No, only what they gave me, why?” “Because we need to make a poop sock.” What the hell is a poop sock I thought. Is it what she used to wipe her ass? Does she poop in it in and throw it away, or reuse it? My mind mulled over what in the actual fuck is a poop sock. Turns out a poop sock is what I had thrown away earlier. You see I had no idea that that poop sock was a gift. A glorious gift that one inmate bestowed on future inmates in order to lessen our suffering. She explained that a poop sock is when you take a bar of soap, and crumble it into many pieces, let it dry out, and then stuff it into a sock and tie a knot on the top to hold it all in. Then when you take a number two you beat the sock against the wall and shake it all around you. A dust of soapy freshness then fills the air. A poop sock is a jail made bathroom air

freshener, and it was genius. I walked over to the trash and fumbled through the dirty paper towels we had just used to clean and pulled out our poop sock. Relief and delight washed over Rachelle’s face. Turns out she was an avid poop sock user, as I would soon be choking on soap flake dust every time she went to the bathroom. She would bang that thing against the wall and violently shake all around her while she used the bathroom. I couldn’t help but giggle because she looked like a priest throwing holy water on someone the way she shook that gray ratty sock all over the place. Day two, and I was learning the jailhouse lingo, and already impressed with what these ladies could come up with. I later told my mom, well at least this experience builds character.

I ended up only spending 7 days in jail. Some people respond to that, “Oh my god, 7 days? How did you get through that? I would die.” While others, like people I was on drug court with, would reply, “Ah, 7 days, man, that’s nothing. I lost 7 years while I was in prison.” It’s all about perspective.

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Broken Trust~ Part Five

Paring: Bang Chan x reader; Mark Tuan x reader(arranged marriage)

Genre: Mafia au, angst, little bit of everything honestly

Warnings: Cursing, mafia life and shizzle

MASTERLIST

“Y/n.”

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“Y/nnnnnnn”

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“Maybe she’s dead?”

“Jisung shut the fuck up, why are you even here?”

“Hey don’t talk to my Jisung like that!”

“You can shut the fuck up too hoe.”

“Changbin, Jisung, and Minho will the three of you stop acting like children? You guys shouldn’t even be here.”

“Ah Chan losen up a bit, we’re just messing around. Right guys,” Jisung said while pulling Changbin into a choke hold.

“What did I just say? Now leave!”

“But she could wake up any minute and we-“

“I said leave!”

With a sigh, all three boys left reluctantly. Muttering out smart remarks and little complaints. Chan sat down in a chair that was infront of yours. You currently were knocked out and tied to chair in Stray Kids basement.

“I swear, one of these days I’m gonna kill one of them,” he mumbled to himself while rubbing his head. He loved all of his main members but goddamn they got on his nerves sometimes. All of a sudden, you began to stir.

“Ah so the princess is finally waking up,” he thought to himself as he sat up straight in his chair, leaning forward a little.

Your head was beating heavily and your mind was foggy. You couldn’t quite remember what had happened before you woke up and your state of confusion was obvious. You see, Chan had set the chair up where he was in the dark so that you wouldn’t immediately see him. Was it extra? Yes but in his mind it was kind of badass.

“Where the fuck am I?” You whispered to yourself as you began to look around at the unfamiliar room.

“Isn’t it obvious where you’re at?” A voice suddenly boomed out which you recognized right away. Everything began to come back to you.

“Chan,” you hissed out as his figure stalked towards you.

“The one and only”, he mocked which caused you to roll your eyes.

“Why am I here?”

“Ah come on y/n, I know you’re a smart girl! You know why you’re here. Why don’t we talk about something else, something far more interesting.”

“Whatever, I don’t know why I’m here but pop off I guess.”

Chan’s jaw clenched at that.

“Moving on, I want to make a deal with you. I believe it’ll be beneficial to both parties.”

“I’m listening I guess.”

“You see, I have very good sources in JYP that have been extremely useful and helpful to my, no, Stray Kids plans. However, there are some missing pieces that I’m almost positive you have. If you were to cooperate 100% and the information you give us is accurate, I promise you I’ll-“

Chan’s speech was cut off by a hiccup.

“Yo that’s so damn embarrassing,” you laugh out as his cheeks turn a light shade of red.

“Hey it’s not *hiccup* funny.”

“Bro you cannot tell me that isn’t funny. “Oh I’m the king of serious and I’m getting down to business but oh no my long important speech that I’ve been planing for years gets cut off by a tiny little hiccup”. Seriously, you don’t find that a little funny?”

At this point you were in tears laughing so hard. Was it really that funny? No but in stressful, serious situations, everything is 100000% funnier.

“Stop laughing, it’s not even that funny,” he said while lowkey trying not to laugh at the situation. You were right, it was kind of funny. If he was in your shoes he would be laughing to.

“Okay, okay I’m done. Woo my stomach hurts. Anyway; carry on with your monologue.”

“As I was saying, if you can give me reliable information, I’ll let you go. No harm will come to you and everyone wins in the end.”

“You can’t be serious? Everyone wins in the end?”

“Yes, everyone does. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“I’m not going to turn on my future father-in-laws mafia. That doesn’t even make sense Chan.”

He paused for a moment, deep in thought.

“When are you getting married?” He suddenly asked, catching you off guard.

“Well that was random.”

“Just answer the question, I don’t need your commentary.”

You let out a loud breath as you looked away from him.

“Does it even matter? I don’t get why you wanna know.”

Chan stayed silent at that.

“Well if really want to know, our fathers haven’t selected an exact date. They’re thinking sometime in early October.”

“Oh happy birthday to me,” he laughed out bitterly while shaking his head.

You didn’t really know what to say. If you had it your way, you wouldn’t even be marrying Mark.

“Do you love him?” Chan tried to ask nonchalantly but you could tell it bothered him to ask.

“I....I don’t know. I mean he’s not hard on the eyes and deep down I know he cares for me but sometimes he-“

“Cares for you? He doesn’t care for you! None of them do! They’re all selfish, greedy men who will do anything in their power to do what’s best for themselves. They would kill you in the blink of an eye if they thought it would get them further in life,” he yelled.

“Oh what and you’re any better? You’re just as bad as them!”

“I am nothing close to being like those assholes!”

“You’re apart of the mafia, what do you mean you’re not close to being like them? And are you just gonna ignore what you did to me? You left me. For two fucking years you left me. Do you know how many nights I cried myself to sleep, thinking the guy that I loved was dead? Then suddenly you just decide to come back like it’s no big fucking deal, kidnap me, then have the nerve to tell me that Mark doesn’t care for me when you haven’t been here. What would you even know? Just because he doesn’t always say it, doesn’t mean he’s a selfish prick who wouldn’t care if I lived or died. So don’t act like you know everything.”

“Why are you defending him when you don’t even love him?”

“I never said I don’t love him.”

“You just said you didn’t know!”

“But I never said I don’t!”

Chan and you were both breathing hard as your tempers began to rise.

“Did you ever even love me?” Chan asked with a look of disgust on his face.

“What kind of question is that? Of course I did! I was going to marry you, why the fuck would I agree to that if I didn’t love you?”

Chan began to pace back and forth while rubbing his face in his hands.

“I guess it was one sided though,” You muttered out causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

“What did you just say?” He questioned in a low voice.

“You heard me, why should I repeat myself?”

“You know what, maybe it was one sided but I sure as hell wasn’t the one who didn’t love the other one. I wasn’t the one who went and got engaged the second the other person was out of the picture.”

“What the hell are you talking about? First of all, you’re acting like it was my choice when it wasn’t. Second of all, we literally didn’t get engaged until this year. You couldn’t have expected me to stay single for the rest of my life Chan, I thought you were dead. And you know what, speaking of being dead, I wasn’t the one who faked their own damn death!”

“The only reason I faked my death was because of you!”

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. Why would he fake his death because of you?

“What?”

“Whatever, I don’t want to have this conversation anymore,” he huffed out while moving his chair from the dark into the dim lighting and sat right in front of you.

“You can’t just say that and not elaborate on what you mean!”

“Trust me, we’ll have plenty of time to talk about that but today isn’t that day.”

“But-“

“Enough y/n, I’m not going to say what you want to hear so just drop it.”

You both sat in silence for a bit, the weight of the argument taking a toll on the both of you.

“Now, back to what we were discussing before. What I had in mind is, you could call Mark and tell him that we asked you to join Stray Kids. Just make up some story that I still love you and want to be with you blah blah, you get the point. So then you tell him that you agreed but in reality it’s just an act and you’re trying to get information out of us and you’ll report back to them with made up shit. I was thinking you could also talk to Red Velvet, Twice, GOT7, NCT, whoever you want and try to get information out of them but casually, you know? Like hey ummmm Sana, how’s it going? Oh, you plan on doing this super secret mission to get some super secret information? Oh cool, I will do nothing with this news and I sure won’t tell Stray Kids any of this teehee.”

“Teehee? Really?”

“That’s not the point. The point is you give them fake information, they give you real stuff in return, I don’t kill you, and everyone wins. I think it’s a great plan,” he stated with a shrug.

“Right yeah no I still don’t get how I win in this situation.”

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me leaving.”

“Wait are you serious?” You asked as you tried to lean forward, forgetting your arms were tied behind your back.

“Yeah I guess but I won’t answer them all at once and I don’t plan on exposing anything juicy just yet. Patient is a virtue,” he joked with a wink.

“You’re so damn weird. You were just breathing heavy like a bull who saw red and now you’re cracking jokes?”

Chan just gave you a little shrug.

“So, do we have a deal or not?”

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Part six

MASTERLIST

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Bullied

Into the Corner

~You couldn’t sleep. It was past midnight and you had finished your schoolwork but couldn’t get to sleep. Your encounter earlier shook you up a bit. Now while in App Battles you were credited at being one of the better users there are but without the App… you were a regular student. Regardless of how much value people would put on you, those who had no knowledge of the app made you the target of their ridicule. It was waning on your conscience you had a night terror that outside of the app you had nothing much like those bullies made you believe. You didn’t want to go to sleep tonight. It sucks…

~You caught yourself tearing up that you had to force yourself to push those thoughts aside. Maybe some air can help so you rushed out and sat just outside the dorms. It was a quiet night with the moon shining down giving the school a nice luminescence. A deep sigh of the brisk night air calmed your nerves a little but your mind would still wander to their taunts and threats.

With Shiro

~“This is unexpected.” Shiro said as he stepped outside to your side. You were surprised and asked what he was doing out here so late. “Funny, I could ask the same of you.” Your strategist replied. “It’s not like you to go for a walk this late in the evening. Normally because you can’t make a pass at anyone this late…” You laughed and asked him not to tease you so casually. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. But seeing you like this you looked as though you could use a good laugh and someone to talk to.” You did your best to try and say that nothing was wrong. You claim you just wanted some air.

~“Then why do you look so down on yourself?” Huh? “I saw you leave your room and you looked… lonely.” So he was watching you. “Not just then, but also… you’ve been acting weird the past few days. You’ve barely been paying attention during our meetings, you’ve been spending a lot of free time alone, and to top it off you’ve been avoiding us. Honestly, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about it ever since I noticed.” You remained silent, the words unable to surface. You asked Shiro if he could keep a secret since you didn’t want to lie and knew that even trying to would result in Shiro just calling you out. “Of course. You can trust me with anything.”

~… You had finished explaining what was on your mind to Shiro. Honestly you were ashamed of having these feelings since you know so many rely on you but it couldn’t be helped- “Don’t apologize.” Almost immediately Shiro pulled you into an embrace. Taken off guard you let out a gasp of confusion. You didn’t quite get why but it definitely felt nice to be held like this… “I know you can’t bear all of this alone. I didn’t think you would even try… but, I’m happy you confessed to me. Just please don’t ever think that you’re alone. I’ll always be here for you to lend an ear and help however I can. You can always depend on me.” You didn’t have any words for Shiro. Instead you could just feel the tears falling down your face as you finally hugged him back and whimpered into his blazer. You spent the rest of that evening with the company of Shiro as the two of you devised a plan to properly confront the bullies and have the situation dealt with.

With Kengo

~“There you are, Partner!” Kengo said as he approached you with a big grin on his face. “Haven’t been out on a night like this in a while, yeah?” You admitted that you have been slacking in the extensive training department, but quickly tried to use schoolwork as a lame excuse for your lack of motivation. “I wouldn’t worry too much about all that, the training is totally more important.” But what good is training if you’ll get stuck in detention when you need to be battling the most. “Ah-!” It seems you found the flaw with his method.

~“W-Well what about you!? What about tonight makes it so special to finally come out- uh I mean…!” So he noticed. “...course I noticed…” Kengo whispered. You fell silent due to your embarrassment for being called out like this. “First you stop going to the meet ups, then you stop staying out and training. And just recently you’ve been avoiding us during the day.” You described it as just complicated. “Well, what the hell’s got you so worked up!? Just tell us already!” Frustrated you snapped back that you couldn’t. “Why the hell not!?” Because it’s embarrassing! Kengo was shocked at your frustration and taken aback by your tears.

~You took a deep breath and explained to him what’s been on your mind lately. “Y-Y-Y…” Kengo seemed like he didn’t know what to say as he was too shocked. “YOU COMPLETE IDIOT!” He roughly grabbed you by the collar and you were hoisted up off your feet. You panicked at being carried so suddenly but when you see his face close up you can see he’s very poorly holding back tears. “You’re a complete dumbass. Why didn’t you just knock the daylight’s out of them? Why didn’t you do something!? Why…” Kengo’s tears finally began to fall. “Why didn’t you just tell us? I woulda clocked em out so hard…” You put your hands over Kengo’s and he managed to set you down. You continued to hold Kengo’s hands in yours. You apologized for being an unreliable partner and promised him you’d look to him more for help. But… maybe save the skull bashing for later.

With Ryota

~“Mmm…?” You let out a reply of surprise and asked why Ryota was up at such an hour. “I… heard someone leave their room and…” He seems to have woken up on accident since he still seemed quite groggy. You apologized and asked Ryota to go back to bed since it was pretty late. “But… what about you?” You told Ryota that you’d go to bed soon, but you needed some air. “Then… I need some air too.” He seemed to snap to attention and immediately jumped to your side. You didn’t mind but you were worried for him not getting enough rest. “It’ll be okay. I’ve got you with me, right?” Right…

~You felt a bit guilty being unable to speak to Ryota. The two of you spent some time in absolute silence that it started getting a little weird. Awkwardly you attempted to speak up, but when you did he attempted too as well. The two of you properly apologized and went back to being silent for another few seconds before you finally offered him to go first. “Uh, right…” Ryota gulped and looked straight at you. “Why… have you been avoiding us lately?” Huh? “You… don’t go to meetings anymore, in class you’re barely focused, and during lunch you go hide by yourself.” You tried to explain it wasn’t like that. “Then why? Even now you’re not even looking right at me!” Your friend asked desperately. Getting right to the heart of it…

~“Wha-!?” Ryota gasped as you explained what you’ve been subjected to the past few weeks. You honestly just didn’t want the others to worry about you. “Y-You…” He stammered out. “Why? Why couldn’t you just tell us?” Tears started welling in your eyes and his. “Why don’t you trust us? Why don’t you trust me?” He cried. You asked Ryota to not cry with tears falling on your face as well. You pulled Ryota in close and rubbed his back as the two of you cried. You apologized to Ryota and that you didn’t mean to hurt him. “I… I just want to help.” He replied. “But I can’t if you don’t tell me.” You and Ryota spent the rest of the night together talking and comforting one another.

With Toji

~“And where do you think you’re running off to?” Toji asked briskly as he approached you from the shadows. You let out a small gasp but immediately calmed down when he emerged from the shadows. You let him know he nearly scared you to death. “Don’t be ridiculous. You would have only fainted for just a moment.” He said quite sternly. “So, what are you planning on doing since it is past curfew after all?” You just said you needed some air since tonight seemed like a good night. “I see. In that case I’ll accompany you.” You asked him why. “Because it’s my duty to make sure you stay out of trouble. I can’t have you running off on your own and causing more trouble than necessary.” Regardless of your insistence that you weren’t going to cause mischief Toji still tagged along anyway.

~You and Toji didn’t say much to one another. It wasn’t that surprising to you since Toji wasn’t typically known for idle chatter, however he took notice of your behavior. “Is everything alright?” He asked bluntly. You said everything was all good and what would inspire such a question. “So that’s the way you want to handle it, then.” You and Toji resumed your shared silence. The night was definitely a good one to be out and despite his usual complaints Toji was good company on calm days like today. You were feeling a little guilty that your friend was spending all this time with you and you were being obstinate. So you apologized to him…

~and explained what’s been going on. Making sure to emphasize that you didn’t mean to isolate yourself from the others, but rather you didn’t want these issues to be a burden. “I thank you for the consideration but if I may…” Toji hesitated for a moment before gathering the courage he needed to say what he felt he needed to. “You’re acting like a brat. ‘Not wanting to be a burden’? Someone like you has no right saying that.” That caught you off guard. “You’re constantly butting into everyone else’s affairs but suddenly you can’t be bothered to speak up when your own feelings are on the line. Do you not see the hypocrisy in that?” Toji continued to give a rather emotionally driven lecture to you, leaving you feeling like an idiot and admittedly well on the verge of tears. When he realized that he may have gone too far with his words, Toji comforted you and remained by your side until you went back to your dorm for rest.

[alkae]

They were Roommates

Chapter Six

The next morning, Varian woke up at his desk, neck aching and paper wet. He felt embarrassed that he cried that much.

He looked over to see Hugo sound asleep on his own bed. Varian felt himself sigh in relief and hated himself for it. He was still wearing Hugo’s jacket and he quickly shucked it off and laid it on Hugo’s desk chair.

His homework was half finished but it didn’t matter. He checked the time on his phone and when he saw that he had nearly 45 minutes before class, he packed up all his stuff and began to dig through the closet for clothes.

He’d finish his homework at one of the cafes near his classroom. In his bed, Hugo made a grunting noise, startling Varian. This was the first time Varian woke up before Hugo and it felt a little odd.

Varian glanced away from Hugo quickly. He only looked at him for a minute and yet the image floated back into his brain in full force: Hugo, leaning against the kitchen counter kissing a faceless dark haired girl. Tears pricked his vision and he shook them away. Bad Varian, he scolded himself.

He gathered his clothes and left the room.

~~

Varian finished his homework 5 minutes before class started and while he was walking to said class. When he got there, Hugo was already behind the counter, staring intently at it with purple bags under his eyes. He never looked that bad after a party before. Varian frowned in concern. How much sleep had he gotten?

He walked over next to Hugo, ignoring his racing heart. Hugo glanced up from the counter when Varian set his bag down on the ground with a loud thunk. “Morning Ruddiger.” Hugo yawned. “Where’d you go last night?”

Shit. He was so busy with his homework that he forgot to come up with a convincing lie. His mind scrambled for an excuse and he came up with, “I felt sick so I left.”

Hugo’s mouth frowned with concern. “You felt sick? Are you okay now?”

His compassion made Varian queasy. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. It was just the party and the music and the lights and… you know.” He looked away. He couldn’t stand looking into Hugo’s green eyes any more today.

Hugo opened his mouth but, luckily, Professor Xavier interrupted. “Alright class! The packets are already passed out. You know the drill. Ready…go!”

~~

That night, Hugo dropped his calculus textbook on Varian’s desk and, with no preamble, said, “Explain, Ruddiger.”

The night went by normally. The two studies their classes, occasionally pausing to chat about something stupid. Hugo left briefly to get the two coffee and Varian laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

He was acting like nothing was wrong because there wasn’t. Sure Hugo might have a secret girlfriend but that wasn’t Varian’s business. A part of him itched to ask him about her but a more reasonable, more anxious part silenced him. He didn’t have to know. He didn’t want to know. He had to be happy for his friend.

Varian rolled onto his stomach and pressed his face into his pillow. He suddenly had a splitting headache.

“Ruddiger!” The door burst open and Varian turned to his side to see Hugo waltzing back into the room, a cup of coffee in each hand. “I cringed when I ordered your drink,” he said as he handed Varian his coffee. “It felt like I was getting a drink for a teenage white girl.”

“That’s rude,” Varian said. “Just because I prefer sweet coffee over coffee that tastes like piss…”

Varian always had flavoring and sugar in his coffee. Plain coffee was especially bitter to him and even coffee with one sugar packet wasn’t enough. Hugo, on the other hand, ordered black coffee, the monster. He didn’t even put anything in it. “I don’t want shit in my coffee,” he had said.

“And I don’t want shit for coffee,” Varian had shot back.

Now, Varian took a sip of his coffee as Hugo rolled his eyes and made to sit. “Scoot over, Hairstripe, you’re taking up the entire bed.”

Varian choked in response and surprise. Never in all of their time spent together tutoring have they ever sat on the same bed. He wanted to say no and push him off the bed onto the floor but… he was weak. What’s the harm in it? he thought. Well he could possibly be cuddling with someone else’s boyfriend. But friends cuddled right?

He didn’t have a chance to respond before Hugo shoved him into the wall and sat on his bed. Varian grunted. “Bed hog,” Hugo said.

“It’s my bed,” Varian said defensively. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he backed into the wall. “Oh my god, is that a spider?”

Hugo leaped off the bed so fast that he backed right into his. “Where where where?”

Varian hid his laughter. “Oh I think that was just a hair.”

He couldn’t hide anything from Hugo though. Instantly, the other boy’s face fell into an unamused glare. “You are hilarious, Ruddiger. Honestly.”

Varian laughed loudly and immaturely. He felt like a petty child but he enjoyed pranking Hugo as much as Hugo enjoyed reminding him that he was 6 inches shorter.

Hugo slumped back onto the bed cautiously. Varian caught him searching the bed and snickered. “Hugo there aren’t any spiders.”

Hugo glared at him in response. “Well I’m just checking because you made me paranoid.”

Varian leaned back against his pillow, chuckling to himself. “Oh I made you paranoid, huh?”

This was nice. Messing with each other like this. It felt normal. And that’s all Varian could ask for in that moment. Hugo finally settled down onto his spot on the bed and his shoulders relaxed. “Okay. I’m calm.”

“Good. Because I need you to grab our textbooks please.” Varian smiled sweetly at him. Hugo grabbed Varian’s pillow and smacked him with it as Varian laughed maniacally.

An hour later, they were highly caffeinated and laughing about something stupid, homework forgotten. “Okay okay so you’re telling me you got drunk, climbed the roof of your house and proclaimed yourself the wolf king?” Varian snorted.

Hugo threw his head back with glee. “Yep! I refused to come down until everyone else at the party agreed to join my pack.”

Varian rolled onto his side, clutching his stomach. He didn’t know why he found the story so funny. Maybe Hugo slipped something into the coffee. “And whose house was this at?”

“Mine!”

Varian laughed harder. “Boy I bet your parents were upset.”

The laughter on Hugo’s end stopped. Varian frowned and turned onto his other side. Hugo was staring at the wall, face frozen with something like grief. “What’s wrong?” Varian asked in concern.

Hugo shook his head as if rousing himself from a dream. “No nothing’s wrong,” he said quickly. Too quickly. Varian’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“I can tell you’re lying, Hugo. You’re a god awful liar.”

Hugo looked at him. Varian stared back defiantly. Finally, Hugo sighed. “Okay fine. I’ll give you my sob story.” He laid fully down on his back and stared up at the wall. “When I was about 4 or 5, my dad walked out on us. That’s it.”

“You sure that’s it?” Varian asked gently. He laid on his back too, their shoulders touching.

“Can’t hide anything from you, huh Ruddiger?” Hugo huffed. He ran a hand through his pale hair. “I guess it kind of like messed me up? I got really attached to my mom. Like, really attached. I hated going to school because I thought she’d disappear if I wasn’t constantly watching her. It took me until 3rd grade to finally realize that she wasn’t going to leave like my dad.” He rolled his head to face Varian. Varian stared back. “So yeah. Sorry I killed the mood.”

“No no it’s fine. I’m glad you’re telling me this. I mean, friends share things with each other, right?” Hugo nodded. Varian faced the ceiling again. “My mom died when I was just a baby. I didn’t know her at all. I’ve seen pictures and I can vaguely recall her voice but the rest is just a blur.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Varian replied. “My dad talks about her a lot. Her memory lives on in him. And in pictures and videos they took before I was born and when she was pregnant with me. I watch them every year on her birthday and the day she died.”

“That’s nice,” Hugo said without one drop of sarcasm.

They stayed in a comfortable silence before Hugo asked, “What’s her name?”

“Who’s name?”

“Your mom.”

“Oh! Ulla. Yours?”

“Olivia.”

Then silence again. Finally, Hugo said, “I never really talked to anyone about this before. I mean, I got a therapist and everything and she said to talk to my ‘peers’ but I never have. It’s nice, you know.” He looked back at Varian. “Talking to people you care about.”

‘People you care about.’ Not friends. Why the difference? Varian wondered vaguely but his mind was tired and his eyes droopy. His head lolled onto Hugo’s shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah it is.” He yawned.

“Uh oh. Does someone need a nap?” Hugo joked.

Instead of objecting, Varian just nodded. “We’ll finish homework tomorrow. We’ve got all weekend.”

Hugo bit his lip. “Okay. You’ve convinced me.” He makes to move and, impulsively, Varian grabs his arm. Hugo looks from Varian’s hand to him in confusion.

“Stay,” Varian said. Afraid of sounding too desperate, he adds, “You’re really warm and it’s cold outside.”

“I see. You only want me for my body. I get it.” But he just takes off his glasses and slides into the same spot on the bed he was previously. Varian rests his head on his shoulder again.

“Goodnight, Hugo.”

“Goodnight, Varian.”

Varian couldn’t process his words before his eyes droop and he falls into a peaceful sleep.

~~

Varian woke up slowly, the fresh smell of apples lingering in his nose.

He blinked as his surroundings started to clear and he nearly lurched back.

He was wrapped in Hugo’s arms, head resting on his chest. His arms were around Hugo as well, said boy sleeping soundly and obliviously.

Varian’s mind instantly went into panic mode. Oh shit oh shit. What was he going to do? Should he leave? Should he stay here? He didn’t have time to think before Hugo moaned in his sleep and his grip around Varian tightened.

Varian closed his eyes tightly. Just this once, he thought. Just this once, I’ll let myself enjoy it. He let the steady rising and falling of Hugo’s chest lull him back to sleep.

The next morning, he woke up alone, Hugo’s heat lingering. He groaned and pushed his head into his pillow. He didn’t think he’d ever admit it to himself but after that, he knew for sure: he had a huge ass crush on Hugo McCoy.

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[fangirlovestuff]

Holding Out for a Hero- Steve Rogers x Reader Pt.7

a\n- Hey lovely people! this one is the angstiest one yet but I promise it's worth it! As always italics are for thoughts but now bold is for text messages. Enjoy!<3

summary: Steve and you are friends, right?

part 6

You saw Steve walking towards the compound and caught up with him, limping hurriedly. "Steve," you started, and he picked you up again. Your anger woke you up a bit. You really wanted to confront Steve about his behavior. It’s too much and I've had enough of it. You got to the compound and he put you down. "Steve, what's up? You've been sulking the whole week, and now this," you gestured at his clenched jaw and muscles. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong." You raised your brow at him, folding your arms on your chest. "Look, just leave it alone okay?" he sighed. "No, not okay!" you were really pissed at him. "I thought we were friends Steve, why would you not tell me what's going on with you?" you almost yelled but the look on his face made you calm yourself down. "Clearly something is bothering you. What is it?" you looked at him pleadingly. "I can't tell you," he said. After a few seconds, he added, "Maybe we're not as good friends as you thought we were."

You felt as if his words infiltrated your chest, making their way to your heart and smashing it to pieces. You wanted to cry, but your stubbornness prevented you from giving him the satisfaction. "Have it your way then, Captain." You said coldly, limping on your leg to the elevators. You hoped he would've said something, tried to stop you, show any sign that it was getting to him, but he didn't. You got in the elevator and turned around, but he was still standing with his back to you. That night you cried yourself to sleep, though if anyone asked you would say it was the strain of the mission. But you knew it wasn't. Even as you and Steve became closer friends, you couldn't stop wishing it was more than that, especially now that you knew him better. Now there was no chance of that ever happening – Steve probably resented you for risking the mission with your vulnerability, and you had to go and try to meddle with his personal affairs which couldn't have made his feelings for you better. He probably hates me now, you stifled another sob at the thought.

The next morning when you woke up, your face was still puffy and a little red, but it was better after you washed them and put on a little make-up. There was a knock at the door, and you opened it to find Jules on the other side, with a small breakfast in hand. "Morning sunshine," she said brightly. "Morning," you chuckled at her. "I brought you breakfast so you wouldn't need to come down. I saw Tony on my way, and he said to tell you you're officially excused from any and all missions until your leg gets better, and to give you his well wishes." "That's nice of him," you smiled, the contrast to Steve's behavior from yesterday clear in your mind. You wanted to talk to Jules about it, but first there was something else you needed to ask her. You both sat down, and you started eating the breakfast she brought you.

"So," you smiled at her, raising your eyebrow, "You and Bucky? Tell me everything!" Julia giggled happily, "There isn’t really that much to tell, I mean--" "Don't give me that crap! Are you dating the super-soldier of your dreams or no?" She laughed "Yes." You both grinned at each other and Jules continued. "You know I liked him ever since we got here, and-- don't give me that smug look!" "But you admitted it!" you said triumphantly, "I was right!"

"Yeah, whatever," Julia rolled her eyes. "Anyway, at first I thought Isabelle and him had a thing going on, with all the training together and stuff, but one day she caught me staring and confronted me about it. Turns out she's--"

"A lesbian," you finished her sentence. "Stop interrupting me!" Jules said indignantly, "I wasn't sure if you knew but great. So she told me and I was absolutely dying with embarrassment. But then she said something else." She stopped dramatically. "She told me she saw Bucky checking me out once." You laughed, "Jules, that was so anti-climactic."

"I know, but my brain kinda just jumped to conclusions from there, and even though it wasn't anything concrete I started flirting a little, you know, subtly."

"Oh, so that day I saw you sucking on a popsicle seductively was you flirting subtly?" you laughed, "glad that has an explanation now." "Shup up! I thought no one saw that," Julia blushed, "That was after we were already dating. And besides it was completely meant to be a joke. I mean, the fact that I later sucked--" "NO! No no no no! I don’t wanna hear that!" you covered your ears. "I was just gonna say 'something else' and leave the rest to you, but you did say to tell you everything," Jules said smugly. "Fine then, I take it back. Tell me everything but keep it pg. But you were in the middle of your story so continue!"

"Yeah, wonder who interrupted me," she said sarcastically. "We flirted back and forth for a week, but then he just asked me on a date." "Just like that?" you asked incredulously. "He did bring me flowers and was all gentlemanly about it," Jules smiled sheepishly, "But yeah. I asked him if it didn't break Avengers protocol or whatever, but he said there wasn't any rule specifically against it. We are adults, so even if it goes wrong, they trust us to be respectful about it. And now we've been dating for the last two weeks. We kept it a secret because we didn't want any criticism to hold us back, but so far so good, and we're happy." Jules wrapped up her story, beaming. "I'm so happy you got your dream man Jules," you smiled and hugged her.

"Speaking about dream men, what about Steve and you? Any secrets you wanna spill?" Jules nudged you. Your mind immediately went back to last night, and you couldn't keep the hurt look from your face. "What happened?" Jules asked, concerned. You told her the events of last night. At one point you started crying, but you didn’t care. "And now he probably hates me," you finished the story, starting to wipe the tears and ruined makeup from your face.

"Why would he sweetie? You did nothing wrong," said Julia sympathetically. "Honestly he was the jerk here. Do you want me to try and ask Bucky what's up with him?"

"Save the trouble," you said. "If he doesn't want to talk to me, he shouldn’t. I'll be fine." Jules hugged you silently.

Over the next couple of weeks, Steve and you didn't say a word to one another. Your wound had nearly completely healed, but you still couldn't train properly, and needed someone to watch you at all times, just in case. You saw him at breakfast one day. "Good morning," he said, and you didn't reply.

That night you felt like you wanted to punch something. You shot Jules a text asking if she could come to the training room with you. No can do. Bucky and I are on our one-month anniversary date <3, she texted you. Have fun! You texted back, frustrated.

Screw it, the wound's almost healed. No one would be training at 8 pm. You dressed and left your room to the training room at the end of the floor, where almost no one frequented, intending to punch the punching bag there and go back.

You entered the room and started punching, the anger and frustration from the last two weeks bubbling in you. You were so into it that you didn't notice when someone entered the room. Steve.

"What are you doing?" he asked sternly. You jumped, surprised to hear him next to you. "Punching," you said, and continued your assault on the punching bag. "Alone?" "Why, who would you have me punch?" you asked sarcastically. "Stop," he said and caught the punching bag, pulling it away from you. "You could hurt yourself, training alone. That's why you're not supposed to do it," he said quietly. "Why do you even care? It's not like we're friends or something," you turned to him, staring at him coldly. He didn't reply and you went to leave the room.

"Wait," he called after you. You didn't stop. "I'm sorry. Can you at least hear me out?" he tried again. You stopped in your place. Thought you didn't wanna tell me anything. The words were on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn't turn him away like that. You knew this had to end. You turned to him, walked back and sat on the floor. "Fine, here I am. What do you want?" he sat down next to you.

"To apologize. I know I've been pushing you away since the mission, and I'm sorry for that. But at the time I really felt like I couldn’t tell you, because you would hate me. But honestly, you hating me will be better than you ignoring me, so here we are. I know it sounds pretentious cause I've been a jerk, but these two weeks weren't great for me. I'm sorry. But I'm gonna tell you what I was avoiding telling you to make up for that. Would that be okay?" he raised his blue eyes to you. "Okay," you said, giving him permission to continue. You already forgave him in your heart, you did the moment he said I'm sorry for the first time, but you kept that information to yourself, wanting to know what he was hiding from you. "Ever since you got here, I've had… feelings, for you." His eyes were focused on the floor before him. You wanted to jump on him and kiss him at the very moment, but knew he needed to finish so you both stayed completely without resentment or doubts. "You're smart, funny, beautiful and badass, how could I not like you? But I knew you'd never have me, because I'm older and you're out of my league," you were tempted to laugh in his face because he's Captain America for god's sake, but you were stunned into silence by his sentiment. "And it was fine, you know? I thought it would go away. No one knew, not even Bucky. I couldn't bring myself to tell you because it would've ruined the team dynamic, and we need you here. But then you got your mission, and I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the thousands of things that could go wrong, the thousands of ways you could get hurt. That's why I wasn't as supportive as I should've been. You're wonderful, and my worries shouldn't stop you from kicking ass," he smiled, his gaze meeting yours at last. "And in the mission itself you got hurt, and it was my fault." You opened your mouth, but he stopped you. "It was. It was your first time on the field and I should be more preceptive to things like that," his gaze moved to your leg, who was now bandage-less. "And I was so mad at myself. I still am," he took a deep breath. "Then you asked me what was wrong and I couldn't tell you. How could I tell the most amazing woman on earth that I wanted her to be mine if I knew it would push her away?" his gaze returned to yours, charged and emotional. "So, I said nothing, and now here we are. If you don't want to talk to me again, I get it."

You sat in stunned silence. You couldn't believe your crush since forever, Captain America himself, who you thought you'd never meet, let alone date, liked you back. As you were digesting the information, he got up with a devastated look he tried to hide but to no avail, offering you his hand. Right now, you felt like your actions would speak better than your words could. You took his hand, and used the momentum to crash your lips into his.

It was fireworks. It was passionate. And it was everything you ever dreamed of. He responded quickly, pulling you into him and giving as good as he got. You practically melted into his touch. His tongue grazed your lips, and you let him in, your tongues battling for dominance. Your hands tangled in his soft hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

After a while you pulled away for air, stunned. You opened your eyes and found him staring at you in awe. "You're Captain America," you told him, "And half this country wants you. But more importantly, you're Steve Rogers," your gaze softened. "And you're the best, most amazing guy I know," you laughed breathlessly. "You know how they say it's always disappointing to meet your heroes? Well, it wasn't for me. Every day I spend with you I find out you are better than I thought yesterday, which doesn't even seem possible. Except these two weeks which were really shitty," you said amusedly. "But you apologized and I forgive you. And if you want me to be yours, all to have to do is ask," you smiled. He kissed you fervently one more time, leaving you breathless. "Will you do me the immense honor of being my girlfriend?"

"Yes, you dork," you beamed at him and kissed him again.

[nachohypno]

Nate and Dave Ch. 8

Dave’s POV

“So, let me get this straight,” Leslie started, before taking another spoonful of ice cream. I always liked having a video call with her, she was a nice friend, even when we broke up just a few days ago. “You and Nate went to the forest together, and you both got worried about having to take separate ways after graduation?”

Alright, this is what happened today.

After our little date at the forest, we went back to my car and I drove to Nate’s house. I wanted to spend the night with him, but he told me that I should go back to my own house.

I reluctantly agreed, I knew it was because he didn’t want to worry my parents (Nate is always so thoughtful about other people’s feelings, he’s so amazing!) but they were alright with me spending a few nights with him. They knew I wanted to protect and love him and accepted that!

But, if my love wanted me to stay in my own house, I’m more than happy to comply. I loved obeying Nate, it made me feel like a good puppy boy, and I liked to think that I made him proud of me!

“Yeah, kinda. I did, at least. I always have a hard time trying to know what he’s thinking ‘bout, know what I mean?” I told her, placing my phone on the desk and sitting on the desk chair. I filled her in with the details, skipping the werewolf part of course. She already knew I have a crush on Nate ever since we’ve met, but that’s it.

She snorted “Dude, you’re talking with your ex-girlfriend. You know how difficult it is to know what you’re thinking about half of the time?” I frowned, but she continued “You’re like ‘Hey, bruhs let’s play some football and kick some asses’ and the next few minutes you’re like ‘Broooo, look at that nerd, let’s bug him for a while until he cries’”

She finished, trying to imitate my deep voice, but only coming off as some weird comedic try. I rolled my eyes, barely caring about what she pointed out. We were talking about my lovely Nate and she changed the topic to my alpha attitude!

“But you loved to see me assert my superiority with those little dweebs” I said with a suggestive tone.

Lee dropped the spoon in his ice cream bowl and blushed. “I-it was wrong, no matter how you look at it-” I kept looking at her, making funny faces to fully get what I wanted. “Okay, could you stop?” She said, after a while.

“You definitely loved when I acted like an alpha”

“Asshole” She said, in a mocking tone, before taking another spoonful of ice cream. “besides, my new boyfriend is much more sweet than you” She said, pointing to the bowl full of vanilla ice cream in front of her.

“Yeah, I’d like to see him fucking ya like I did” Her eyes opened up, and she seemed ready to yell at me for ‘being childish and inappropriate as fuck’ “Just kiddin’ just kiddin’!” I said, hoping that it would calm down the beast.

“I honestly wonder how we reached that when we were talking about your date” Leslie replied, and I couldn’t tell if she was offended by my comment or not. “But now that you brought it up, I do wonder if you two made the devil’s tango… If I may ask, of course!”

I stared at her, confused. “What the hell are you talking about?” Devil’s tango? What was that? Was she now a Satanist?

“Oh my god, David. I’m talking about sex, it’s not that difficult to follow the trail of the conversation!” I was pretty confused, to be honest. Why do chicks have to talk in Morse code?

That’s another thing I like about dating Nate (Even when we’re not really dating because he rejected me when I asked to be his boyfriend), it’s just like hanging out with a fellow bro, but he makes me feel warm and loved at every moment we spend together.

I shook my head “He said that he’s not ready for sex so… nothing really happened” I preferred to avoid telling her that I gave him a blowjob. I… I would like to avoid bragging about that. I dunno why, since I loved pleasuring my bro, but still feels weird to think about it. Having sex with another guy, I mean.

It’s okay to do it because it’s Nate. I love Nate with all my heart.

“Wait… does that mean…” She covered her mouth, feigning surprise. “David Walker, you’re doing sexual abstinence?!” It’s like she couldn’t really believe it. That’s kinda my fault, I think. I’m a real god when it comes to fucking. Got a nice size, a lot of experience ‘cause it’s been a few years since I’ve lost my virginity.

“Kinda? Is that wrong? Been trying to jerk off to make up for the lost time but it just doesn’t feel that good” I preferred an ass or a pussy rather than a hand. Maybe I should get a toy? Never been the guy to use those kinds of things, but I’m not going to force Nate into doing something he doesn’t want to. I’d hate myself if I made my soulmate uncomfortable.

She shook her head “Oh no! It’s not wrong. I mean, I’m not an expert or anything and you seem to be taking it pretty well so… It’s surprising, not gonna lie. You used to get pretty mad when I didn’t want to have sex with you. But this change is a nice one, and I’ve heard you also apologized to Liam a few days ago”

I looked away from the phone, mildly embarrassed. I didn’t want to be seen as a weakling or anything like that, but I did sorta like being noticed as something better than an asshole.

Fucking high school. You can’t try to do something in secret without everyone noticing. The corridor wasn’t as crowded as it usually is when I apologized to Liam, so the little shit- the nerd, he must have told somebody.

…And there’s nothing I can do about it. Nate wouldn’t like it. And what Nate liked was much more important than my hate for the nerds.

“And I think that’s really awesome” She continued, with a warm smile “And if Nate is the one that inspired these changes on you, then I think that he’s awesome too”

“He really is, isn’t he?” I mumbled, blushing at the thought of my lovely soulmate.

“Hopefully, I’ll get to meet him sometime!” Wait, what?

“Uh… sure! Definitely! I think he’ll really like you” I answered, not knowing what to say. I just hoped that I didn’t fuck up again. The football team thing went kinda well, at the cafeteria. My bros had lunch with Nate as a favor for me, and they were pretty comprehensive after he walked away.

They aren’t as bad as they seem. Most of them just want to play football and their reputation gets dirty from me and my closer bros doings.

“Leslie?” Someone said outside of Lee’s room, and she opened her eyes up in surprise. She grabbed the phone and threw it over to his bed, and my view of my ex’s bedroom went black as the phone fell on the bed. His parents were really conservative douches and wouldn’t let her chat with “troublemaker guys”. Fuck them.

“Come in!” She said, and sound paper sheets could be heard before the door opened “Just eating some ice cream and chatting with Martha”

“Hmmhm…” The grunt sounded male-like, so I assumed it was his father the one who entered the room. That was confirmed after Leslie’s father said “Well, say hi to Martha for me and don’t eat all the ice cream before dinner is ready”

“Yes sir!” Lee answered, in a funny voice. I covered my mouth to avoid chuckling and giving away the lie, as some footsteps were heard and the door was closed again. Leslie got up from her desk chair and walked towards the phone on her bed, picking it up and going back to his desk “Sorry for that”

At that moment, I couldn’t hold on any longer and just bursted in laughter. “At least, they knock the door or say something now instead of just going in when they think I’ve been isolated for too long” She pointed out, giving a little sigh of embarrassment.

“It’s- It’s okay,” I managed to say, after recovering my breath. “It ain’t like we were sex chatting or anything, unless you’d like to see my-”

“You know what, I have to go and see if mom needs any help. See you tomorrow! And go to sleep early, remember that the guys have that plan for before class!” She interrupted me with a smile and ended the call.

I shook my head. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s not good to try and pretend I still love her, she’s like my best friend. But I love Nate now, and he was the most important thing in the world for me. If it were for me, I would have ended the call as soon as I started it, but I dunno what crossed my mind.

Nice to hear that she thinks good of Nate, though. One step closer to letting this secret out of the fuckin’ closet.

I checked my messages, wanting to see if Nate had answered me already. And he did!

[I’ll return your varsity jacket tomorrow, promise!] He said on his text.

I smiled, a feeling of warmness taking over my body as I texted back [Lol, u can keep it as long as u want, bro]

After our date, the forest started to get colder and colder, so I gave Nate my varsity jacket since I was in werewolf form, and after a few minutes of arguing to not return it to me, he accepted the defeat and took the jacket with him at home.

Now I was back in my human form, and I still felt warm, just thinking about my bro.

[Nah, it looks cuter on you, puppy boy]

[I’ll make sure to wear it + often, then!] I texted, before putting down the phone and remembering. It was time for a little workout!

My soulmate said that he liked my big muscles. It wasn’t a hard job to keep them that way, but I couldn’t take any risks when it came to the stuff my love liked. I decided to work out even more than what I did normally, hitting heavier weights at the gym and doing a few exercises at home.

I dropped to the floor and started with some push-ups, before grabbing the dumbbells from under my bed and doing some curls. I could feel my strong muscles burning already, and it felt amazing. Mix that with the feeling I have when I make my love proud and you have a pretty amazing feeling!

After my curls were done, I grabbed the phone again and opened Nate’s chat.

[You don’t have to do stuff just to make me happy, okay puppy boy?] He said.

Look at him, always wanting to make me feel better. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow so we could sneak into the janitor’s closet and make out again. I wanted to make him feel loved like he deserved. He was truly an amazing bro…

I shook my head. Right, workout time!

[Its okay, babe. I like it 2! Bsides, it’s not like u ordered me 2 do so 😘]

After that, I did a few sets of crunches. My abs had to be in perfect shape.

I took off my shirt and placed the bowser collar around my neck, before walking to my bathroom and getting in front of the mirror. I opened the camera and snapped a pic flexing my arm, tensing my abs and with my tongue lolling out like the good puppy boy I was.

I sent the pic to Nate after I decided it was good enough. I waited a few minutes and he sent me a [Look at that puppy boy! He looks so cute!]

I smiled and walked out of the bathroom, then jumped to my bed. My soulmate just called me cute! He was amazing!

I took off the dog collar after I heard my pops shout “DAAAAAAAVE! DINNER’S READY!” 

And then mom yelled at him “DON’T YELL LIKE THAT IN THE HOUSE, WE’RE NOT ANIMALS!”

“BUT WE TECHNICALLY ARE! AND DOES THAT MEAN I HAVE TO WALK TO THE YARD TO YELL? THAT’S WAY TOO MUCH WORK!” Pops yelled back, obviously mocking her.

“I’M COMING!” I shouted to them, putting on my shirt again before walking out of my room. I typed a quick text for Nate before arriving at the dining room.

[Got 2 have dinner, ttyl my love😍]

Nate sent me a [Lul bon appetit, big guy], and I smiled as I put the phone down 

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After dinner, Nate seemed pretty tired, so we didn’t talk much. I did send him another shirtless pic, and then a dickpic. I felt very horny when he told me “how cute” I looked, and it was a nice feeling to know that I was making my soulmate happy. He even told me I have cute blue eyes!

And then, he wished me a good night and turned off his phone. I didn’t feel any need to stay up for longer, knowing that I would get to see and spend more time with my lovely soulmate tomorrow again. So, I went directly to bed.

Next morning, I had a nice hot shower, tidied myself and had a quick breakfast (With my mom questioning what was my hurry, but I just managed to mumble a few quick things before leaving the house with my school bag. Though I’m pretty damn sure I saw pops smiling before I left).

I didn’t want to waste any second, because I wanted to surprise Nate by picking him up with my car at his house.

I drove over to Nate’s house, and found him on the bus stop. He was wearing my varsity jacket, and it looked cute on him. Probably because it was a few sizes bigger than him, but he still managed to look amazing in it.

“Need a ride?” I asked him, unlocking the door as he walked closer after noticing me.

“Uh, sure thing. Wasn’t expecting you to be here” Nate said, scratching the back of his head. My soulmate entered the car and I leaned in to kiss his cheek. He scratched the back of my ears and I smiled as the amazing feeling returned to my body.

I was a good puppy boy for my bro!

He stopped scratching and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, before sitting back. “C’mon puppy boy, we don’t want to be late”

He was right, we don’t want to be late!

I nodded and placed my hands on the steering wheel. We would have time for kissing later, now I had to take the love of my life to class. And also go to class myself, shouldn’t forget about that.

I started driving to the school pretty calmly. I knew we still had a good while before we had to enter our first class, but I didn’t care. If my love wanted to go to school, I would blissfully comply.

A few minutes later, I parker at the school’s parking lot and we grabbed our bags from the back seat. “Oh, almost forgot” Nate started, taking off my varsity jacket and passing it to me “Here, looks way better on you”

I could feel myself blushing as I grabbed the jacket and putted it on. I wanted to kiss him so badly, but we were at school now, so I had to play by the ‘secret relationship rules’ or whatever.

After that, Nate walked out of the car and went inside the building. I waited there for a few minutes, before it was safe to come out. This was my idea, since Nate wanted us to be secretive about our thing together. Haven’t told him about it because I was sure he wouldn’t like to treat me like he was embarrassed of me or something.

It was alright, because I would do anything for my soulmate.

I got out of the car a few minutes later, and looked around. Sunny day, seems perfect for an amazing football practice after school.

I walked to the school and waited there, as I noticed a few of my bros starting to arrive. We slapped hands as soon as we saw each other, my bros seemed as excited as I was for the football practice. We had an important game coming up soon, so it was usual for us to be excited.

We also had a little thing planned, so as soon as we stepped inside the school, we started going crazy.

“AHR-WOOOOOOO!”

Students turned to see us coming as we ran through the corridor and they left enough space for us to go. (Truth is, it was mostly for their own safety since we were pretty capable of bumping into someone and leaving them on the ground).

A few guys and girls joined us with our howling, including the cheerleaders, too! It’s our job to keep the school’s spirit as high as possible, isn’t it? Then we’re doing a hell of a good job.

I did notice Nate just staring at the whole scene without getting involved, his hand going inside his locker like we caught him on the middle of grabbing his books.

I walked over to his side and said “Hey, bro! Are you excited for the upcoming football game?”, placing my arm around his shoulder.

“Uh… y-yes?” He mumbled, his little stutter making me smile. Then he noticed a few of my mates looking at us expectantly. “I-I mean… Hell yeah! Go Rottweilers! Ahr-wooo…?!” His howl was pathet- could use some work, but other than that, it was great.

My teammates continued their little party on the corridor, until a professor appeared and said “C’mon guys, let’s save up some energy for learning before the principal kicks us all out!”

Some started boo-ing, but the professor just laughed and entered his respective classroom. He was right, though. As much as the principal loved our team, we should stop before things escalate to a higher level of chaos, much to our dismay.

My bros kept laughing and howling between them, bumping chests and heading to our usual spot before classes start. I remained around Nate a bit more.

“Nice words, bro” I told him, ruffling his hair a bit. “Pretty sure the guys loved your attitude”

He gave me a little smirk. “Glad to hear that, would appreciate if you’d give me a warning beforehand so I can control my stutter” He closed his lockers, books on his arm.

“Lemme carry those, we have literature with Mr. Gomez, right?” I asked, reaching out and grabbing his books as he nodded. “and yeah, just thought that you’d be better not trying to plan things beforehand and just… acting on your instincts? Like I normally do, bruh”

“I don’t know if that has anything to do with, you know, your thing” Nate whispered, looking around to check out if it was safe to talk “But I assure you, I’m way better at planning stuff before it happens rather than acting on the spot. It’s like a fact by now!”

I rolled my eyes, and just carried his books to our classroom.

I decided to take the initiative today, and instead of sitting on the back of the classroom with my bros, I waited for Nate to sit down, gave them a bro nod and left Nate’s books on his desk, before sitting at the desk next to him.

Nate just gave me a little smile and blushed, looking down to his hand again. He looked so cute when he blushed. I looked behind me, wondering if my bros were watching the whole ‘carrying books’ thing.

My bros seemed mildly confused, but they just gave me thumbs up and a wink. My bros are great (Except for Lucas and Butch who are constantly looking for trouble with the nerds and fags… just like I was before) they are just chilled and want to get out of this shitty school as soon as possible.

Some don’t turn down an invitation to bother a nerd or a fag, if there’s a reason to it (Like Liam not wanting to do our essays a few days ago. That was a football team emergency), but since I started hanging out with Nate… they just knew it.

Something was going on, and even if I didn’t explain them my relationship with my soulmate, they were suspecting stuff already.

I looked over at Nate and noticed he was taking his stuff out of his bag, not paying attention to me. It was alright, I… I should do the same. I wanted to be a better student too, so I didn’t rely on the nerds. I should act like one and starting taking-notes-in-classes. That’s how you say it, right?

Our desks were separated by a few inches, and I guess I should have waited until a class at the laboratory classroom instead of a normal one. But it’s alright, I was still close to the love of my life.

As the professor entered, Nate’s eyes turned to him. I did the same, and tried to pay attention. This guy was a jerk, he liked to mock students who were barely passing. Luckily, due to the nerds doin’ our essays, it was an easy grade.

The man started writing stuff at the blackboard pretty quickly. I was barely catching a word but I noticed Nate was writing like crazy.

I tried to lean over a bit to see what he was doing, and saw the nerd- my lovely soulmate writing words with symbols in between, like when you text to a friend over the phone, probably to try and summarize what the man was explaining.

Oooooh, so that’s how you take-notes!

I mimicked Nate’s action with my own personal touch. I tried to concentrate on the professor’s voice, basically putting my mind into predator mode. Focusing on my prey (The professor), I could hear any sound he made. Even his heartbeats, if I concentrated enough. One move and I could jump over to him with ease, but that wasn’t necessary.

I carefully paid attention to every sound he made, and tried to write down as fast as I could, trying to separate what seemed like useful information with chatter. Even if I didn’t understand it at first, I could give it a read later or ask my love for help.

“Worldview is the way of the author to speak about his vision of the universe, the way it works and-” bla bla bla. Nothing he said stuck on my brain, but I still tried my best and mimicked Nate’s actions to take notes.

Hell, this was going to be a long day.

After what seemed to be an eternal literature class, the bell finally rang and the professor stopped his endless speaking. I looked down at my paper.

Hey! I actually did something!

I grabbed it and passed it over to Nate, whispering a “Is this alright, bro?”

He looked at me, confused. I don’t know if he got what I meant, but he started reading the papers and after a bit, he answered “Uh… Yeah, I think so? You paraphrased everything the prof was saying, so it must be right. You should try to summarize it if you plan to… Oh my god” He realized what I was doing, and grinned.

Nate opened his mouth to speak, but remained silent. Then, he grabbed his phone and started typing something. My own phone buzzed and I reached out to it, wondering what did Nate sent me.

[See what you did there! So proud of you, puppy boy!]

He waited to see my reaction, and I wanted to kiss him so much and thank him for his support. I am a good puppy boy, after all!

My soulmate was really the best guy in the whole universe. But still, we had to remain secretive, so I just extended my fist, and he bumped it.

I was proud of myself, I had made my soulmate proud of my actions! Honestly, that’s a relief. I need to get smarter if I want to go to a good university with my soulmate. I can’t slow him down and would never forgive myself if we couldn’t study together because I didn’t try my hardest to have good grades!

Nate gave me one last smile before leaving the classroom. I started putting my stuff back into my bag and left the room, going after my teammates.

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Nothing interesting happened throughout the rest of the day, because Nate and I had different classes for today. We did have lunch together, and I asked him to meet me behind the bleachers again after football practice, but he told me that he would let me know.

Apparently, he had to help Sammy with his presidential stuff (That’s my soulmate! Always helping out everyone, he’s really amazing!) so I just nodded and said “Say no more, just call me if you need some muscle to help ya out, a’ight?”

The love of my life looked at me with his beautiful eyes and said “Will do, also going to let you know if the meeting ends sooner than I expect to meet up together. Would you like that big guy?”

‘He’s truly perfect.’ I thought, getting lost on his amazing smell. I shook my head and answered a “More than anything in the world, bro!”

Nate seemed happy today, and I was happy to see that. I ultimately left him to have his lunch in peace and returned to my teammates’ table. It was going to be a long day if I couldn’t be with the guy I loved. I could still message him in class, though!

After my drama class was over (Don’t judge me, I joined it because it would be an easy grade. Also, chicks LOVE guys ‘interested’ in arts), I had my football practice coming up. I was already on my armor and jersey, so it was a matter of time until we actually started!

There was a game coming up and I felt ON FIRE!

I walked into the field and waited for the others to arrive so we could begin with it, but coach seemed to be finishing a reunion with the principal. Maybe it would take a while until the practice actually started. Hmph.

Football is a great way of spending some energy and clear your mind. Trying to coordinate with the team, the strength of the shots, evading the rival assholes and winning against their shitty teams. I loved it!

I took a deep breath of the fresh air and started doing some warm up exercises. Football games always get my puppy side outta me. My wolf side, I mean, yeah. My puppy side only appears when I’m with my lovely soulmate.

Another deep breath, and I closed my eyes to concentrate.

“—And you know the worst part? The faggot might have made Dave break up with his chick with some faggot voodoo or something” I suddenly heard. My ears seem to be ringing!

I looked around, and tried to concentrate on the source of that voice. God bless my werewolf heightened senses, the voice was coming from Butch, a few meters away as he spoke with Nolan, and luckily Nolan seemed to want him to go away.

“What did ya just said?” I walked towards them and looked at Butch. The coward asshole apparently wasn’t expecting me to hear him.

He just turned to me and started to throw excuses. “What? I ain’t talking about you”. But I wasn’t buying any of his shit. That’s a good thing of having heightened hearing.

“I said,” I took a step closer to him, to build up the threat “What did you just say, bro?” I put some emphasis on the ‘bro’ part, trying to sound more menacing. I don’t care if this moron is one of my teammates, he was playing like shit lately anyways.

He took a step away from me, but started frowning. “A’ight, wanna hear it? I was telling my bro—”

“I’m not your bro” Nolan tried to say, but Butch never stopped speaking 

“-that I could have never guessed that fagginess was contagious. I mean, how come that you stop us from beating up the lil’ fag one day and then he’s your new best bro? Have you sucked his dick already?” Huh, now the dork could speak by himself?

He pushed me. If it wasn’t because I was trying to be less aggressive for my bro… because I wanted to be a better guy for him… He would have died already.

“What? Not answering? The alpha is sucking off the local faggot?” He walked way too close towards me, and I pushed him away. It was just a push, right? There’s no problem with that, right? “Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be, right?” But when I opened my mouth to reply and tell him to fuck off, he threw a punch at me.

And of course, even if my werewolf reflexes helped to see it coming and prepare myself, I couldn’t avoid it in time. The punch went directly to my face, and as soon as I regained my coolness, I charged towards him.

It was a good thing that my teammates grabbed him to ‘stop punching me’, because now I was going to fucking kill him.

I jumped on top of him as the others took a step back to avoid me, and started punching his face like a boxing bag. The other guys tried to take me off him, but just managed to make me loss balance so Butch could escape from my grasp.

My former bro wasn’t going to give up so easily, he wanted to beat me. Probably take my title as the alpha for himself. ‘Not gonna happen’ I thought, while avoiding another fist. Then I got punched again, but it wasn’t Butch this time.

It was fucking Lucas.

My teammates stopped trying to stop us, probably because they wouldn’t be able to stop us all and it was getting pretty violent already. Instead, some were just silently staring while a few dorks yelled “FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!”

Two vs one, nothing I can’t handle.

I waited for them to do the first move, and Lucas did it. I moved to the side, avoiding his fist and grabbing his arm. I could easily break it with my super strength, but that would make things difficult for the team, besides causing legal issues for me.

Nate’s face appeared on my mind, like reminding me to try to be a better guy. And that meant not acting like a fucking beast, I guess. ‘Alright. For you, bro…’ I thought, deciding to just try and avoid their attacks, pushing them away at every chance I’d get.

I pushed Lucas away, before Butch charged towards me and I managed to kick him away too. I could feel my head hurting a lot, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I were bleeding. I can heal pretty fast, but the injuries are still there before they heal.

As they tried to get up and charge towards me again, and I got in a defensive stance to beat their asses again, the coach appeared.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?! WHY ARE YOU THREE FIGHTING, YOU…” he seemed about to lose his composure and insult three students, but luckily, he got himself back in line before anybody could threaten him about losing his job. His face was still red, though and the vein on the side of his head was pulsing like crazy.

“You three…” Woah, Butch and Lucas were fucked. Not only physically, even when I made sure of punching hard enough each time before I decided to stop attacking, since I couldn’t do that to the team. If I hurt them too much, they wouldn’t play at the next game, and I knew a recruiter was going to be there.

The coach was trying to take big and deep breaths to calm himself down. “Clean yourselves, then meet me at my office. I’m getting to the fu… To the goddarn bottom of this. Understood?”

“Yes, coach” The two guys in front of me said reluctantly, while getting up from the ground. They headed to the locker rooms to get cleaned up, and by this point, I doubted we would have a regular practice today and we’ll probably have some “team bonding exercises” instead.

“Didn’t you hear me, Walker? Go clean yourself up” The coach said, sounding a bit more chilled than a moment ago.

I gave him a nod, but didn’t head to the locker rooms. I headed to the other direction, back to the main building. If the assholes tried to beat me in the bathroom, I could easily overpower them but that would cause me more trouble.

Nobody said anything as I left the football field, and the coach made my fellow teammates run a few laps around the field, probably to do something instead of just sitting there while we arrived.

I entered the main building, walking through the corridor towards the bathroom. Needless to say, I was pretty pissed. Who the hell do those fuckers think they are? I should have punched them harder, to remind them who’s the one in charge.

A nice smell came to my nose when I was about to enter the bathroom, a familiar and warming smell, and I wanted to follow it. I made sure it wasn’t the bathroom’s smell, by walking a few steps away.

Yep, there was definitely a smell in here. I started following it, walking around the corridor still in my football uniform. Honestly, the armor felt nice over my shoulders. The weight helped a lot to calm myself down, and the smell was so good too…

I mindlessly entered one of the meeting rooms, following that amazing smell. I could hear voices inside, stopping as I opened up the door. “I’ve been discussing with my teamies and we’ve written up a list of possible themes you guys could check out—” A female voice said as I went in.

I found Sammy there, along with Dick the dick, Hannah (the captain of the cheerleaders, probably on representation of her team). And then, the love of my life, who seemed to be playing with his phone. My own phone buzzed before he seemed to put his own phone down.

That explained the smell, it was my soulmate! I knew he was still at school, but I didn’t know these… grey rooms were for these meetings. Always thought they were for… I dunno, parental interrogation?

“Dave? What the hell happened to you? You’re bleeding!” Hannah said, and I just noticed I had a goofy smile as I looked at Nate, but he didn’t return the smile. He seemed actually shocked to see me, and I noticed I haven’t looked at myself after the fight.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and noticed Nate had sent me a [R U still at practice?] that I haven’t noticed before. I thought about setting a special ringtone for him, to know when I get a text or call from him.

I looked at myself with the front camera, wondering if I really looked that bad.

“Holy shit” I said to myself. I looked way beaten up than how I felt. My werewolf nature helped me heal at a faster rate so that’s a nice thing, but that doesn’t wash up the little blood that dripped from my nose and the dirt and bruises over my face.

‘I look awesome!’ I thought, but I could get the shock coming from them. A random football player enters on the middle of whatever that is happening and appears to be beaten up.

“Go see the nurse, dude. You don’t look well—” Dick started, but was quickly interrupted by my bro Nate.

“I’ll go with him, you guys can keep discussing about the prom night without me” He said, getting up. I noticed Sammy frowned at him, but Nate just threw him a pleading look, like saying ‘I’ll make it up to you later’.

“Hey bro, got your text” I greeted him as soon as he grabbed my hand. We walked outside of the meeting room and I could hear Dick inside saying ‘Well, that just happened’.

“Hey… Should I ask how this happened or would you rather go to the nursery?” He seemed worried, and nervous, just like he always was. I’m glad I managed to find him today, he made my evening ten times better.

“Uh… I don’t think we should go to the nursery. I heal fast, remember? I just need to wash my face and I’ll be ready to go, bruh” I explained, as he nodded and guided me to the nearby boys’ bathroom.

School should be empty by now, only populated by the guys doing their extracurricular activities. We entered the bathroom and stood beside one of the sinks.

I tried to lean in and kiss him, but he pushed me away. I felt hurt by that, but before I could say something, he said “First, clean up. Then, whatever comes next”

Fair enough, I nodded and leaned my face towards the sink, opening the cold water and proceeding to wash my face up.

It felt good. Doing what Nate told me to do was amazing, I loved him so much and would do anything for him. Even if “anything” meant just cleaning up the dirt and blood from my face, I could be his servant if he wanted me to, and wouldn’t complain about it.

He grabbed a bit of paper from the wall and came closer to me, then slowly started to further clean up my face. “So… what happened?” He asked, the worry look on his face still was there, but I could tell he was relieved to see none of my injuries seemed serious.

“Butch and Lucas. Butch tried to provoke me, then we started fighting. Lucas joined Butch’s side, and I took them down like it was nothing before the coach appeared” I explained, proud of myself.

It felt good to tell the truth to my bro. I would probably lie if I had to tell my parents or a professor, even though Butch was the jerk who started.

He finished cleaning up my face and threw the papers to the nearby bin. “There, good as new” I raised my eyebrow, not sure what he meant by that. I looked at myself on the mirror and noticed that there was merely any trace of me being in a fight.

My werewolf healing factor was amazing for times like this. I could easily be a professional boxer because my wounds heal pretty fast so I could stay on my feet during a looong time at a match.

“So…” Nate was looking around, and I stood at attention, ready to do whatever he wanted me to. “Who threw the first punch? And be honest, Dave”

I didn’t hesitate to answer. He wanted me to be honest, and I wouldn’t disobey him. “Butch did, bro. He started talking shit to me, then he pushed me for a bit, I pushed him back and that’s when the first attack happened” That sorta summarized it up.

My love looked at me as I smiled at him, waiting for his reaction, but he just sighed in what seemed to be relief. “Glad to hear you were defending yourself, I guess” Then he came closer and wrapped his arms around me.

“I would normally order you- No, ask you, to avoid being so hot-headed” He continued, as I wrapped my arms around the smaller guy, listening to what he had to say. I knew I was hot-headed, and never got a problem with that. People respect you more if they know it. “But you were just defending yourself, right?”

I nodded “Nothing but the truth for you, my love”. I think I did a good job, because I’ve been trying to not bully anyone ever since I apologized to Liam (Nate didn’t really order me to stop, but I did the math. If he wanted me to apologize to the guy I bullied to make my essays, then he wouldn’t like if I bullied anyone else).

I wanted to be a good guy for him, so I’m trying to change my asshole-ish self to make him feel more comfortable around me. Maybe he would accept to date me someday, if I went with that route. I would do anything for Nate’s approval.

He started holding me tighter, which wasn’t really a big thing since I was still way bigger than him. “Would you… Would you like to go to the nursery or you’re really feeling fine?”

I grinned, and bumped my head a few times with my fist. “Strong as a rock and healthy as a chicken breast, no need to worry about me, bro!” Again, I leaned in to kiss him. He accepted this time, and kissed me back.

We stood there for a few more minutes, taking little breaks from our making out session before resuming. I made sure to take deep breaths to further enjoy his beautiful scent. I think it was the soulmate thing, but I really didn’t care.

I enjoyed every fucking moment I spent with him, he was truly an amazing bro.

And then, he gently broke the kiss. “You should…” He nervously pointed at the door, with a little smile. He was blushing “The coach may be worried about you”

“No, he’s not. He just likes me because of my ‘amazing football skills’, he really doesn’t care about me or the team” He wanted me to be honest before, and that’s what I thought.

“That’s the usual thing with coaches, as far as I’ve seen online but… still, he’ll get angry if you don’t come back to the field after what happened” he placed his hand behind my ear and start to scratch my hair.

That was my sweet spot, I loved when he treated me like his puppy boy. I loved being Nate’s puppy boy. And it also felt really good…

After he stopped scratching, the funny feeling disappeared as he gave me one last kiss on the cheek. “I should go back to that meeting before Sam gets mad about it. Be careful, alright Dave?”

I gave him one last reassuring nod, “I’ll stay out of trouble, bro. You can count on me!” I felt like a little child saying that, but he was right. If I wanted to be better, I couldn’t get on fights anymore, right?

This was self-defense, so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been and I’m glad Nate wasn’t mad with me about it. Those two assholes could have ruined my attempts to befriend him when we met and now they were charging against me, but I’m not having any of their shit. The only two morons of the football team who seem to be having a problem with me and Nate being around.

Nate smiled and left the bathroom, probably heading back to that grey awful room. I sighed and left the bathroom too, getting away from his amazing smell as I headed to the coach’s office. The coach would probably ask what took so long, but I had thought of an excuse already.

I went to the nurse’s office but didn’t found anybody there, so I just waited a few minutes until I thought it was time to return. That could do the trick, yeah.

This was going to be a long evening, apparently. Can’t wait to go back to being with Nate.

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100 New Girl Prompts

So many prompts, most of which are funny. Break at 15 cause it’s mega long.

1 "I'm using my bride/groom card!" — Cece

2 “Can we just take a minute to celebrate me?" — Schmidt

3 “So many emotions." — Nick

4 “I'm totaling my assets. It's really bleak." — Jess

5 “Look at those horny horny hippos.” — Nick

6 “I got mozzarella sticks for fingers." — Nick

7 “Every moment you're on this Earth is a moment I know where you are." — Nick

8 “It is my Secret Santa alias." — Winston

9 “Friend face." — Winston

10 “It's perfectly fine to watch TV all day." — Nick

11 “If I were off my rocker, would I take a weekly selfie with my cat?" — Winston

12 “I can't find my driving moccasins anywhere." — Schmidt

13 “Believe it or not, that's not the first time someone's broken my feeling stick. I have a travel size." — Jess

14 “Put on some pants, or at least some really high socks." — Jess

15 “You like me? You like my personality?" “I was surprised, too.” — Schmidt & Cece

16 "I just wanted to listen to Taylor Swift alone!" — Jess

17 “That's like the president and the vice president not being best friends." — Winston

18 “I'll take the strongest drink you have, and also a wine spritzer on the side in case I don't like it." — Jess

19 “You have the right...to remain hugged." — Coach

20 “If you are for one second suggesting that I don't know how to open a musical, how dare you!" — Schmidt

21 “I was sabotaged by my baby box." — Jess

22 “We are literally the most embarrassing people on the planet." — Jess

23 "It's a weird life, but it's where I'm at right now." — Nick

24 "You gave me a cookie, I gave you a cookie." — Nick

25 “Go put a dollar in the jar right now." — Coach

26 “This is my jam." — Coach

27 “Saturday is a day for sleeping, and damn it, you will not take that away from me!" — Winston

28 “Are we eating or are we not eating?" — Winston

29 "Eating cookies and avoiding confrontation." — Jess

30 “Because it's a great story, and I'm a teller of stories." — Nick

31 “I like being weird." — Jess

32 "This is the worst thing to ever happen to me. I've lived a very fortunate life!" — Jess

33 "I don't like it. It's too much responsibility." — Nick

34 “Are you cooking a frittata in a sauce pan? What is this – prison?” — Schmidt

35 “I hate your mustache because I miss your upper lip.” — Schmidt

36 “He’s/She's got that giant heart that's part compass and part flashlight and he’s/she's just the greatest person I have ever met.” — Nick

37 “Who's that guy/girl? It's NAME." — Jess

38 “Watch your front because we've got your back!” — Cece

39 “Picking lint off of a man's/woman’s sleeve is the most intimate gesture.” — Cece

40 “Blast from the past, how's that ass?” — Jess

41 “I hate this. I just wanna sit around and do nothing, but that is not hot.” “That's hot to me. You add some sweatpants to that and that is better than porn.” — Kai & Nick

42 “Look at that font! What is this? Amateur hour? At least use Palatino.” — Nick

43 “I’m like a sexual snowflake. Each night with me is like a unique experience.” — Schmidt

44 “Where have you been? I am having a major life crisis, and you guys are, what, just driving around, French kissing each other like a couple of Dutch hookers?” — Schmidt

45 “No sig oths.” “Just say ‘significant others.” “Maybe you have that kind of time, but I’m on a tight sched.” — Schmidt & Cece

46 “I know this isn’t gonna end well, but the whole middle part is going to be awesome.” — Nick

47 “NAME, you’ve been staring at this guy/girl for 5 minutes. Please tell me you’re checking him/her out, otherwise you’re a serial killer. Which would explain a lot.” — Schmidt

48 “This is a horrible neighborhood. There are youths everywhere!” — Schmidt

49 “Guess whose personalized condoms just arrived!” — Schmidt

50 “I’m really gonna need you to step it up tonight, okay? When I see you, I wanna be thinking, ‘Who let the dirty slut out of the slut house?’” — Schmidt

51 “Can someone please get my towel? It’s in my room next to my Irish walking cape!” — Schmidt

52 “Have you seen my sharkskin laptop sleeve?” — Schmidt

53 “Don’t pretend to know my pain.” — Schmidt

54 “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.” — Nick

55 “I don't know what I'm doing emotionally or -- let's be honest -- sexually.” — Jess

56 “What if I have some idea of love in my head and it’s just totally wrong?” — Jess

57 “Life sucks. And then it gets better. And then it sucks again.” — Nick

58 “I like getting older, I feel like I’m aging into my personality.” — Nick

59 “You know, sometimes I feel like I’ve never really felt love.” — Winston

60 “When you care about somebody you do what's best for them even if it sucks for you.” — Schmidt

61 “Old people freak me out. With their hands and their legs. They’re like the people version of pleated pants.” — Schmidt

62 “I’m gonna have to run all the way home, and I have my slipperiest loafers on.” — Schmidt

63 “Downstairs neighbour put a password on their wi-fi.” — Nick

64 “You were denied a cell phone because you have the credit score of a homeless ghost.” — Schmidt

65 “I’m only attracted to guys/girls who are afraid of success and think someone famous stole their idea.” — Jess

66 “This place is fancy and I don’t know which fork to kill myself with.” — Nick

67 “Without sex, he’s/she’s not your boyfriend/girlfriend. Okay? He’s/She’s a friend you buy meals for.” — Schmidt

68 “I feel like I wanna murder someone. And also, I want soft pretzels.” — Jess

69 “So when I do the chicken dance, I do it a little differently. Instead of doing claps, I like to do a peck. It’s more realistic.” — Jess

70 “NAME doesn’t have a life plan. He/She doesn’t have a day plan. I once found a note that he/she wrote to himself that said, ‘Put on pants.'” — Jess

71 “I don’t want to kiss and tell, but I ruined my dresser during intercourse. Will you go to Ikea with me?” — Jess

72 “Can I get an alcohol?” — Nick

73 “I want to kill you, because I respect you. NAME! I think I understand hunting!” — Nick

74 “Look, we’re not trying to be mean. We just don’t want you to be yourself… in any way.”

75 “I have decided to give up on men/women and put all of that energy into tomatoes.”

76 “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? No, a summer’s day is not a bitch!” — Nick

77 “I only wanna make a drink a coal miner would want. Straight forward. Honest. Something that says, ‘I work in a hole.'” — Nick

78 “I’m not convinced I know how to read, I’ve just memorized a lot of words.” — Nick

79 “I like chipmunks more than squirrels.” — Nick

80 “I can’t believe I’m the sober one. That’s actually never happened before in my life.” — Nick

81 “Beans are nothing but soggy nuts.” — Schmidt

82 “Can I interest you in some white noise?” — Winston

83 “Those are pickles in progress.” — Winston

84 “Who’s talking to you, Depression-era garbage man?” — Coach

85 “I need everyone to shut up.” — Coach

86 “Your asses belong to me now.” — Coach

87 “That’s what’s up, that’s what’s up. No doubt. Diggity.” — Coach

88 “I hate when Schmidt cries. He sounds like a ghost singing ‘Hey Ya.'” — Coach

89 “I’ve made out with half of the guys/girls in this room.” — Cece

90 “You always see the worst in people.” “Yeah, because people are the worst.” — Jess & Nick

91 “I’m sorry we’re not going this weekend.” “But It’s free.” “Did you say free?” “Yeah.” “We’re 100% in. I’ll go pack now.” — Nick & Jes

92 “I’m going to end up alone. I’m going to be a single old man/lady flashing people on the subway.” — Jess

93 “I’ve got two perfectly good forks on the end of my arms.” — Nick

94 “If we needed to talk about feelings they would be called talkings.” — Nick

95 “When you question my pajamas, you make me question our entire friendship!” — Jess

96 “Why can’t I have the things that I want?!” — Schmidt

97 “Bathtubs are medieval filth cauldrons.” — Schmidt

98 “They don’t hate me because I’m old. They hate me because of my personality.” — Schmidt

99 “It’s like you’re ripping the side block out of my mental Jenga.” — Schmidt

100 “I’m not actually quite sure how to stop this.” — Schmidt

[editorofeverything]

Day 3 of going through my drafts I never finished or posted because ✧Low Self-Esteem✧

Apparently, I tried starting a Wattpad werewolf soulmate fic at one point... You know exactly what I’m talking about. I only have three chapters, so I’ll post them together, so this one is pretty long. I thought yesterday’s cringe was bad. I shuddered when I read this. (So. Many. Typos. I had to fix them before I cried.)

Chapter 1: Dramatic Introduction, but I Liiiiiiike It

Leaving my aunt's house is a dream I thought I'd never fulfill. She never lets me go anywhere by myself and do you know how embarrassing it is to have your aunt shadow you as you go to the supermarket to buy foods, sit right behind you in the movie theatre, or worst of all, try to step into the bathroom stall when all I had to do was put on a tampon!!

I have no idea what her problem is or what I would do in the past to leave this controlling atmosphere. I had to be homeschooled all my life, never allowed to go outside the front door without my aunt practically holding my hand since I could remember, and never get to do anything myself. I always felt so useless.

I could never cook, never clean, never help with the garden out back, and I could never even dress myself! She would always come in early in the morning, pull out clothes from my closet, and hurry off to make me breakfast and get our 'classroom' set up.

Most of you are probably thinking, "How could she not love everything being done for her?!" And I did at one point, when I was really little, but I'm a eighteen year old senior being homeschooled by a woman the town calls a witch!

I needed to change my fate. So, I snuck out of the house and ran like hell with all the money I could find. I know it's stealing, but how do you get money if you never work? She's always right beside me, I'm surprised she doesn't watch me in my sleep.

I kind of compare myself to Rapunzel. Never leaving the house and doing whatever the witch wants to make her happy instead of myself. But that has got to change, now.

I ran and ran until I saw the bus stop at the end of the street. I looked back at the house as I waited for the bus that would come in at least five minutes. I had no idea if my aunt checked me in the middle of the night, so I needed to make this quick.

I looked at the house surrounded by trees, miles away from the closest town I'd never really got the chance to explore and suddenly realized I hated the house as much as I hated the witch of an aunt living in it. The house was cute and innocent enough with it's blue, chipping paint; its yellow shingles; and the friendly, cozy look it excluded with the chimney and door painted red. The mismatched color making it stand out and goes unnoticed at the same time.

I turned when I heard the bus driving up and glanced one last time at the only place I knew before getting on the bus to anywhere and driving away.

For once in my life, I felt free... Right before we got to the border of town and I saw the exiting sign coming up, a figure showed up in the middle of the road. The bus driver and I screamed and then we crashed.

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Chapter 2: Oddly Intense Scene... I’m proud of younger me for her ability to create such urgency and intrigue tbh. I tend to overthink everything nowadays

All I could feel when I woke was pain. Everything hurt. I looked around and realized the bus had flipped over and was now on its side. I saw the bus driver slumped forward in his seat and gasped. I saw a glimpse of a similar image but quickly shook it off.

I quickly got myself on my feet and made my way slowly and painfully until I reached him to check his pulse. There was nothing.

A sob escaped me. This can't be happening.

"Oh, come off it. He's dead. So what?" I froze when I heard her voice. I looked through the window shield and saw her still standing in the middle of the road with her arms crossed and looking at me with that face she gave me when I did something I wasn't supposed to do.

"What? What are you doing here? Why aren't you calling for help?!" I couldn't think straight. Everything was blurry and in twos. I felt something slide down my face and went to touch it before I noticed the slices running up and down my arms. I looked in the bus drivers shattered mirror and saw myself, covered in red.

I felt faint as I took in the sight of me. I started shaking with repulsion and fear. I hated blood.

Every time I saw it, I got these glimpses of a car, broken, with two heads leaning towards one another as if they were sharing a secret, but they could no longer speak.

"Come off the bus, Evie, and I'll see if you're damaged, and then I'll call the police," she was talking to me as if I were a child about to throw mud at her.

How the hell was she so calm?! Why the hell am I so calm?! I've never felt so calm in my life. Am I in shock?

"Evangeline," her silky, smooth voice wrapped me up in calmness and I felt myself following her orders without second thought.

Why can't I move my body the way I want?! Stop! I don't want to go near her!

STOP IT!

I fell forward as my legs stopped moving towards her and away from the exit sign. If I'm about to die from my witch of an aunt, I'm going to die outside of this town.

I turned around and ran towards the sign with all my might. I was almost there, ignoring my aunts confused and angry yelling, one more step and I can die in peace.

But then, I froze this time, and I heard her angry murmuring get louder and louder until she was facing me with slit eyes and a cruel smile I'd never seen before crossed her face and suddenly, I felt the calmness leave me and I was terrified.

"I don't know where this will of yours came from suddenly, but I'll be sure to beat it out of you when we leave this town for one I'll make sure you stay quiet in."

NO!

Once again, my metal denial did something to her and this time I saw the physical aspect it had on her. She flinched back and held her head in pain so I kept at it.

GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!

She flinched again and clutched her blonde hair in her hands.

I turned and stepped over the line and collapsed to my knees.

I did it. I made it out...

I felt the blackness sweep over me, but all I felt was relief.

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Chapter 3:

When I woke, I felt something pressing against me as I swayed back and forth. I was instantly confused. I'm supposed to be dead, right?

I did lose a lot of blood from the crash and whatever happened to me with my witch of an aunt. I felt really funny, like I was warmed through and through...

I tried to focus on the warmth, but it was everywhere. I was actually feeling way too hot for whatever reason. It was making me sweat, I realized after a moment of intense concentration trying to open my eyes, but I also found they were glued shut.

I didn't feel right. I felt like I was there, but not really there. My head felt like someone was beating it with a hammer at a steady beat that was super annoying. Thump... thump... thump... thump.

Then, something brushed over my forehead and that's when I realized I was being carried.

Before I could properly panic, there were voices coming in through the fogginess in my mind. I could suddenly hear the sounds of footsteps, more than one set, and voices carrying on a conversation.

I instantly recognized both a male and a female conversing around me and kind of freaked out. I never really was good with people, and now I'm suddenly being carried to god knows where after a fight with my wicked aunt. Wow, I really like making puns about that already. Must be the shock.

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And then I forgot this file existed and never completed my idea... Common theme with me, but damn if I wasn’t better at really feeling what I was writing and getting into a rhythm with it. Poor little young me didn’t deserve how mean I was to her. 

[thedyingmoon]

I dont know if im doing this correctly... god i hope so. Im a virgin at tumblr and at sending asks. First i need to tell you that I love your writing, "I see my future before me" is amazing and so enjoyable and "chat buddies" is so funny. I love vergil and V so much. Now i wanna ask something i know you say that you dont do smut and thats perfectly fine, but... what about a romantic/make out session with V inside a Phone thingy. Hugs and kisses(you dont have to do it if you feel unconfi with it)

Hello! I'm so sorry this took a long time to do. 🙈🙈🙈

Anyway, here you go. Enjoy!

A/N: Written while listening to Rachmaninoff ( the king of angst ) Piano Concerto No. 2 in D minor.

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🖤 Stay 🖤

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Everything was ruined the moment you decided to confess to him.

Well, yeah, at first you thought he was intimidating and all, considering the fact that he kept to himself most of the time and actually gave no shits to others around him. And during those times when he did bother to join the team, he would always assert dominance over everyone, including you, and that would make things a bit harder, albeit more organized, since any of you no longer had to formulate proper strategies, since he already made some.

But, you had to admit that, during those times when you do get to go with him during missions, you learned his gestures, his distinct mannerisms, heck, even his habit of quoting poetry. And then, you realized that he was actually not the person you thought he was when you first saw him.

The cleverness of his every action, the tenacity to stay alive, the authority he exudes, the kindness he radiates, the sheer strength of his willpower,...

... his love for poetry, his deep voice, his emerald - colored eyes, his smile,...

... and yes, that smile,...

Ah, yes. It was safe to say that, after a month of being with the tattooed poet, you fell head over heels for him.

And that, alone, was a vast understatement.

And it came to the point where keeping your feelings all to yourself was no longer bearable that you just had to confess ( with a little urging from the others, especially Griffon, who kind of sensed your feelings from the very beginning ).

So, one day, that one fateful day, you mustered up all the courage you could, walked up to him and called his attention.

Then, you said it, the dreaded three words, matched and laced by other jumbled phrases and sentences that you could barely remember.

And, just like that, he told you, flat out, that the feelings aren't mutual, and that he could not, would not, reciprocate through any means.

Of course, you two came to a point where a sort of friendship was established between the two of you.

But,...

Everything was ruined the moment you decided to confess to him.

No.

More like fucked up.

And that was three whole months ago since that summer month.

Despite the embarrassing situation you two were in because of that failed attempt at an honest - to - goodness confession, you still went on missions together because no other Demon Hunter in your team could match his unique skills than you ( the others are just too brash and unrefined ). Of course, the first few weeks were very awkward. The two of you found it hard to look into each other's eyes and you barely talked to each other. The atmosphere around the two of you felt heavy and stiffling that you honestly regretted your decision to confess and ruin your decent friendship.

But, soon enough, after a few more days, you learned to move casually around him like before. You managed to maintain eye contact with him for a few minutes and regained your confidence to speak with him without feeling uncomfortable.

A few days after those torturous weeks, you learned to be yourself once more, despite the fact that you cried yourself to sleep for nights on end after his rejection.

Despite the fact that you tried to hide the bags under your eyes with heavy foundation,...

Despite the fact that you stopped listening to music entirely because every song, every lyric, every story, reminded you of him,...

Despite the fact that you were losing your appetite and that the others were beginning to notice your weight loss,...

Despite the fact the you hid all the hurt behind a smile while telling everyone that you're okay,...

Despite the fact that it hurt you even more to see him on a daily basis, reluctantly reminding yourself that you two were just not meant for each other and that you should move on.

...

And move on, you shall.

You were still in this one - sided painful loop of emotions that one cold and dreary day out in an unknown town with V for a mission when something truly unexpected happened.

You and V made your way to the only phone booth in town ( which was located in the middle of an almost empty road a few kilometers away from the next distinguishable establishment or building ) to call Nico and let her know that you successfully finished your mission.

As usual, V was the one who entered the booth to use the phone while you patiently waited outside.

Your back was turned against him all this time but, you suddenly felt an urge to look back at him like something, like an unknown force, pushed you to do it.

And there he was, actually staring at you as he talked to Nico on the phone. He had this strange look in his eyes and his eyebrows were furrowed as if he was deep in thought.

Your own eyebrows furrowed as well.

Was there something wrong?

However, you were not given the chance to muse about this any longer as rain started falling from the sky. You gasped and flinched with the sudden coldness, instinctively trying to cover your head with your hands as you made your way inside the booth. And as you entered, the cramped space did nothing but heighten the tension that V seemed to sense around you, and it actually made you very, very uncomfortable.

Well, there's no other way, right? He has to put up with the lack of space. After all, it would be for the last time -

"Who is Leon?"

At the sound of utter confusion and shock in his deep voice, you glanced up at the man who was only mere inches away from you.

"Oh, he's,..." you began, uncertain how he found out about Leon Kennedy. But, of course! Nico had to mention him to V. " ... my new partner. A high profile client from Europe has commissioned us to take on a top secret mission the day after tomorrow."

To those simple words you just uttered, V's eyes widened even more.

"So, you're,..." V began, his face getting darker by the second. "... you're coming back, right?"

Damn you for being such a big mouth, Nico!

You bit your lip, thinking it was no use to hide the secret from V any longer.

"V, I'm staying there. For good."

Silence. At first, you thought his stricken reaction would only be momentary, since he really didn't have any sort of connection to you to begin with, so there's actually no use in him even reacting, at all.

Until,...

"You're leaving and you never once told me while the others already know." He pressed on, his voice suspiciously getting darker and darker. Like he actually cared about you leaving him. "Why?"

You laughed nervously at his question, actually feeling kind of cornered that V was interrogating you this way like some kind of a criminal.

But, why even bother? You are nothing to him, and you knew that! You learned the hard way,...

"Aren't you happy that I'm finally getting a much better career opportunity?" You attempted to answer in a light - hearted, even jesting, tone, hoping, praying, for the gravity of your words to reach V. "I mean, me! The second rate Demon Hunter me finally getting a once in a lifetime chance to work at a better place! How cool is that?"

"You did not,... answer,... my question."

You slightly drew back at what you just witnessed. Somehow, V looked conflicted in some way. His eyes, which was giving you intense stares since that moment he talked to Nico on the phone, never left yours, and his posture looked more intimidating than ever before.

And he looked mad, and,... possibly hurt,... at the same time for some reason,...

You only sighed. "V, I see no reason to let you know. I mean, hey, at least you won't have to deal with my shit any longer."

"I never,... said,... you were shit."

Once again, you flinched at his words. "Don't make this any harder for the both of us. We both know this would happen any time, and you know this is inevitable."

To your utter shock and total fear, the man slammed a hand against the glass door of the booth mere inches away from the side of your face. Your shoulders tensed, your eyes closed, you were so confused as to what was going on between the two of you.

And so, so scared.

Why, V? Why?

"I' am making this harder for the both of us?!" You never heard V talk in such a way, and it honestly frightened you to the core. This is not the V you were used to. He was kind, and gentle, he was soft, and above all, understanding,...

But, all of those things were absent from him, and you honestly don't know anymore who you were talking with.

"Please, V, stop this - "

"Are you just escaping me, then?"

Your eyes snapped open, and when you finally looked at his eyes, you saw the hurt, the anguish, the torment in them.

There was no mistaking it.

He didn't want you to leave. At all.

"Maybe."

You flinched as another hand slammed on the door, this time on the opposite side. That's it, you were hopelessly trapped by the man.

By the man you still adored above all else.

"Why?!"

"I want to move on, V!" The words came out of your mouth ripped your heart apart, the gravity and truth in them hurting you and torturing you from the inside. "Every time I see you, my eyes sting. Every time I hear your voice, my chest hurts. Every time I see your face, my body goes weak. I thought I cried enough for you but, I was wrong! How stupid of me to think I was finally learning to move on but, no! As always, I'm wrong!"

"(Y/N),..."

"You listen: I want to go away from here, away from you, as far as possible! So I could learn to be myself again! So I could learn to enjoy the things I once loved! So I could learn to smile without getting hurt again!

"I love you so much, V. But, I know I mean nothing to you! I know you never cared! I know I'll never be good enough for you! I'm not worthy! And I don't want to impose my feelings for you any longer because then I know you would only drift away from me further until I could no longer reach you!

"So, please, let me go! Set the both of us free!"

"No."

"WHY?!"

The man's eyes finally started to glisten with the unshed tears that tortured him for weeks since that moment you confessed to him.

Of course he noticed how your eyes were always red and how they have huge bags under them. Of course he noticed how you stopped listening to music - the thing you adored so, so much. Of course he noticed how you were losing your vitality and not only your weight and appetite. Of course he knew that smile of yours was only a facade to hide your sadness.

Of course he knew you wanted to move on.

But, who could blame him for acting this way?

During the course of those three months since that infamous confession, a strange kind of emotion has awoken inside V. At first, he simply ignored this, since he assumed that what you were feeling for him was merely some kind of infatuation of some sort and nothing too deep.

However, as days passed, he began seeing more and more of you in a different light. For the first time in many days, he saw the gracefulness in your movements. He saw how you selflessly cared about others around you. He saw how you unconditionally showed kindness even to the lowest of beings that others might consider trash.

And, above all, he missed your little talks about yourself. He missed the sweet voice that greets his ears each morning whenever you sing to your favorite songs on the radio. He missed how you doted on him and him alone and how you ignored Dante's childish demands for attention, despite his twin brother being the clearly better man than him.

And he missed how you said you loved him and him alone.

And he damn wanted to hear you say those words to him once more.

But, you were leaving him. For good.

You would drift far away from him like a long lost childhood memory.

Then, you would learn to love another.

And this inevitability hurt him. Tore his heart apart.

And the pain was so fucking unbearable.

"Stay. Please." He pleaded, begged, you, his voice lowered and anguished.

To this, you simply shook your head.

"I have made my decision, and you have no choice but to understand and respect it."

"No!"

"Please, V! I beg you - "

And the sadness crept even closer to you as the man took hold of the back of your head and crashed his soft lips against yours, moving in a rushed and certain way that successfully conveyed the untold emotions he had for you.

You tried to push him away, to wake up from this wishful thinking that he's doing everything he can to not let you leave him. But, the gentle strokes of his hands against your back, those whispers of his that begged you to stay, those lips which were locked against yours in heated passion and deep longing that betrayed and conveyed his true feelings to you,...

... that warmth of his and those forbidden sensations it caused your body to have that slowly breached and destroyed the high defenses you put up for your poor and hurt little heart,...

Oh, God! Why?! Why are you falling all over again?!

"I love you,..." the man whispered as his lips softly brushed againts your now tear - stained cheeks. "I love you. I love you so,... so much."

"V,..."

The man cupped your cheeks and laid his forehead against yours, his eyes melting yours, finally making you cave in with his pleas.

"I know this is too selfish of me to ask, but,... I beg you,..." he whispered, his hot breath mixing against yours. "Please, do not,... leave me. Stay."

You closed your eyes, the action making you shed even more tears.

For how you could you refuse him now?

For all the things that happened between the of you for the last months,...

For all the things that unfolded between the two of you in that cramped and hot phone booth,...

Of course, you love him.

And you definitely couldn't leave him alone now.

Nico, who arrived a few moments ago with your luggage inside her van, witnessed everything. With a smug and proud smile on her lips for her two team mates, she dialled a number and waited.

"Hello?"

"Leon, it's me."

"Hey. What time will she arrive on the airport? I want to personally escort her, myself."

"I think that won't be necessary."

"Why is that?"

"Umm, I guess she found another,... a new,... leash on life. She's not going. I'm sorry."

"Oh. That's too bad. Then, I would let the President know. I guess I'll be going to Spain alone."

"Ah, yeah. Thanks, Leon."

"No problem."

"Don't let those zombies bite. And get the girl out."

"Will do."

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🖤🖤🖤

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[porchwood]

ToastedTHG: Does Katniss (protectively) infantilize Prim?

[I may revisit this post later in light of CF and MJ, but it’s ridiculously long already and I really want to stick with THG for the moment.]

I don’t mean this as harshly as it sounds, simply that, to my way of thinking, Katniss depicts - and likely perceives - Prim, especially early on in THG, as a much younger child. I find with older siblings (my own sister and friends that have little sisters), the younger sibling sometimes gets “stuck” in their head at a certain age/stage, and it stands to reason that Prim would be locked in Katniss’s mind by the trauma of Mr. Everdeen’s death, Mrs. Everdeen’s neglect, and the girls’ near-death by starvation as seven-year-old “sweet tiny Prim, who cried when I cried before she even knew the reason.”

When I first started reading THG fic, it bothered me that Prim always came across as so much younger than she’s supposed to be (though I found myself doing the same with her character when I first started writing THG fic). She always seemed to be about eight years old, whether Katniss was twelve or eighteen. And then I went back to THG and really looked at how Katniss presents her:

She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. 

My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother’s body, their cheeks pressed together. 

The community home would crush her like a bug. 

Even at home, where I am less pleasant, I avoid discussing tricky topics. [...] Prim might begin to repeat my words and then where would we be?

I reach out to Prim and she climbs on my lap, her arms around my neck, head on my shoulder, just like she did when she was a toddler. 

“She’s just twelve.” (not that age twelve isn’t still childhood, but this reads to me like “She’s just seven years old...”)

The woods terrified her... 

...Prim, who’s scared of her own shadow... 

In this way [Rue’s] exactly the opposite of Prim, for whom adventures are an ordeal. 

I’m not suggesting that any of this is negative or untrue, and as I’ll explain in just a moment, as the story goes on, Katniss paints quite a different picture of her sister between the lines. But as I revisited each of these passages (not to mention the “little duck” references on reaping day), I couldn’t help feeling that Katniss is still seeing and describing a sweet, frail, starving seven-year-old. And it’s not hard to see why.

I protect Prim in every way I can, but I’m powerless against the reaping. The anguish I always feel when she’s in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face. 

Katniss is an exemplary protective older sister - the only thing she wanted in all of this is to protect Prim :_( - and I would never find fault with her depicting Prim as a tiny frightened thing who needs shielding from the world at all times. But there’s a whole lot more to Prim that her sister eventually lets slip out (intentionally or otherwise):

Sweet tiny Prim...who brushed and plaited my mother’s hair before we left for school, who still polished my father’s shaving mirror each night because he’d hated the layer of coal dust that settles on everything in the Seam. (This is that same tiny vulnerable seven-year-old taking care of her adult mother and tending to her dead father’s memory - every single day, even while she’s starving to death! I can’t think of anything I did that consistently at age seven, let alone taking care of another person!)

On the table, under a wooden bowl to protect it from hungry rats and cats alike, sits a perfect little goat cheese wrapped in basil leaves. Prim’s gift to me on reaping day. (As @ghtlovesthg pointed out - this means Prim must have been up before Katniss!)

“I’ll be all right, Katniss,” says Prim, clasping my face in her hands. “But you have to take care, too. You’re so fast and brave. Maybe you can win.” (Prim reassuring Katniss at the Justice Building! I’d forgotten about that one!)

...When she sells her goat cheeses at the Hob... (Prim is a businesswoman, not just a sometime-trader! Discussed a smidge more in this post.)

Prim milking her goat before school. (Again, uniquely responsible in a child, because this is an every-single-day responsibility, not something you can skip if you sleep in or rush if you’re running late. At least, not if I understand milking correctly.)

What’s funny was, Prim, who’s scared of her own shadow, stayed and helped. (With that miner’s awful leg wound)

That’s another thing about my mother and Prim. Nakedness has no effect on them, gives them no cause for embarrassment. Ironically, at this point in the Games, my little sister would be of far more use to Peeta than I am. (I’m almost 40 and I’m still squeamish about male nudity! It’s part of why I love Katniss so much! And I love Katniss’s admission of sweet, tiny, vulnerable Prim being useful to a mortally wounded Peeta.)

Something that’s only faintly nodded to (and that in CF) is that Prim has been dealing firsthand with pregnancy/labor/delivery, probably alongside her mother - I’d hazard she’s something of an apothecary apprentice at this point - but certainly with Lady, her goat. Lady was a gift for Prim’s 10th birthday (just over two years before THG begins), which means she’s been tended by Prim through at least two pregnancies, as well as the mauled shoulder. I belabored this a bit in WtM, but this also means that Prim had a small side business in goat kids, either trading them back to the Goat Man for the stud service that keeps Lady in milk, selling male kids to Rooba for meat (which would probably break Prim’s tender heart a bit), and/or selling females for a tidy sum as future dairy goats.  

What’s more, if Prim hasn’t gone through menarche herself by the start of THG, she’s surely intimately aware of it (between close living quarters, limited “sanitary supplies,” and her mother’s patients). This is something else I’ve touched on (and will belabor in the near future) in the Mooniverse, but I think menstruation was both a hopeful and a terrifying thing to the women of Twelve. (On the one hand, they would certainly experience irregular/absent periods, delayed menarche, etc due to malnutrition, so the appearance of a steady cycle would mean joy for those who dearly wanted to get pregnant, but there would also be something of Katniss’s “terror as old as life itself” at the prospect of those children who might result.) We never get a chance to see this, sadly, but I’ll bet Prim had a crush (on Peeta’s oldest brother, who was crazy about her in turn). Did she share Katniss’s fear about bringing children into the cruel world she lived in, or was she looking forward to being a mother one day? 

To wrap this up, for a little perspective, let’s take a quick peek at another example of a twelve-year-old female character. Say, an intelligent one with an ugly yellow cat...

(yes, I know Crookshanks comes along a smidge later, but I’m not crazy about movie!Hermione and this gif was too perfect!)

At the beginning of THG, give or take a few months, Prim is the same age as Hermione in Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. 

Please tell me this gives someone else a wee start (and I don’t mean the gif of Captain Kirk)!

Now, I’m not trying to equate these characters by any means, though there are similarities between the two (and I’ve been wondering for days now: if Prim was Hermione, Rory Hawthorne would be Ron, for so many reasons, but who would be Harry??)...The Grangers are dentists, Mrs. Everdeen is a skilled apothecary; both girls have a heritage looked down upon by some of their peers (though it’s interesting that, at least from Katniss’s perspective, Prim is universally adored rather than scorned as a “Seam brat” - and she’s got to look the tiniest bit Seam in some way!). I would hazard that Prim knows the plant book cover-to-cover at this point - and heck, Katniss even describes Prim (and their mother) as “work[ing] magic” in their healing! :)

I freely admit that Hermione had loads of advantages Prim could only dream of (relative affluence in the Muggle world, 20th-21st century conveniences, access to superior education from the get-go, not to mention real magic), but one would expect - and I think, will find - a similar emotional maturity in Prim at that age, if not more weighted to Prim's side, since she's living in a brutal post-apocalyptic dystopia where she lost her father (in terrible circumstances) at a very young age and works alongside her mother to tend sick/wounded/dying coal miners - surely a harrowing experience for even a seasoned healer.

Anyway, I found it interesting to compare the two, however briefly, and consider just how competent Prim totally is may be behind the scenes. I mean, she should have a Time-Turner by CF, at the very least. :)

[silver9mm]

Another SPN dream I might have turned into a fic. cw: mcd, drug use

I work at a college library but didn’t go to school there and one day these two beautiful boys blow in. They’re Freshmen, but they both seem older and wiser in different ways. Brady---and I only know his name because his friend keeps elbowing him and giving him what the hell, man? looks---is super rude to me, downtalking and loudly fake-laughing at things that aren’t actually funny. The other one gives me apologetic eyes and quickly cuts Brady off, tells me they don’t need help, and steers his friend firmly away. I hear them bickering and somehow know they’re having sex with each other. 

The next day, the nicer one meets me in the morning outside the library with a small regular coffee and tells me his name is Sam and that’s sorry his friend is such a jerk, that he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him lately. The day after that, he brings me a piece of peach pie and I laugh and tell him that it’s from the restaurant off-campus that I live above, and that it’s pretty cool living there because the kitchen closes at midnight so I can play my music loudly without bugging anyone. He asks me what kind of music I listen to and I tell him classic rock and 90s metal and Sam’s face does a weird thing and I can’t tell if he’s into it or annoyed, but I tell him I also like to find new music through TV shows, that I pirate soundtracks from online, and the next day he brings me this usb with BtVS, Jericho, Angel, Firefly, and Constantine comics on it.

Maybe a week goes by and then Sam’s at my apartment. He’s been extremely polite to me up to now, but once he’s there in that little space with me, I realise how huge he is. I freeze up, intimidated, even though I know what I want---even when he asks me, “Do you want me to fuck you?” Of fucking course I do, but he doesn’t move, sits sprawled in a half-broken overstuffed chair and just waits for me to get close before he puts a hand out to me, pulls me down over him. After the first time---and what I remember the most is how blue his eyes were during, how they shifted back to green and gold after---he’s less proper with me, at least when we’re alone. He stalks me in the small space, seems to love grabbing me from behind and lifting me so my feet aren’t on the ground and I have to hold onto the counter, the window frame, but he’s the sweetest gentleman outside, and even shuts Brady down when he tries to talk shit to me, jealous now, but we’re both in the same boat because Sam’s leaving for basic training soon.

I have a couple of months with him, that’s all. He stays at my apartment almost every night, comes to the library during the day whenever he can, always brings me coffee or a Spring flower. One night, he tells me he has a brother but he doesn’t know where Dean is, hasn’t seen him in a year and doesn’t know if Dean knows he’s leaving for the military. He’s got a number but he’s afraid to call it, so I do it for him. I have it on speaker, and a grumpy voice answers and Sam panics so I hang up, but that was definitely his brother and I make Sam promise he’ll call him back. I think he does, because he seems agitated the next time I see him, a weird mix of giddy and nervous and sad, and I don’t think he sleeps much in the night for the next few days before he leaves for basic.

A year goes by. I get letters from Sam, a few phone calls. He hates it, being told what to do, misses his long hair, but he likes being part of something, having people who watch his back and stick by each other, no matter what. I don’t see Brady after Sam leaves, but I meet this older guy at a party one night. He’s there selling cocaine and everyone calls him Bob, but his real name is Balthazar and I let him pick me up because I’ve been looking for a new dealer and he’s got it all. We fuck and it’s fun but not great and the next morning we get breakfast, drink black coffee and smoke cigarettes, sitting next to each other so we don’t have to actually look at each other, but he tells me I can usually always find him at a dive bar across town. I start hanging out there occasionally. Balthazar is a shithead to everyone but we become friends with benefits and his circle of friends are welcoming enough, and I’m hanging out there when I get a call from a strange number.

I recognise the grumpy voice, but this time it’s shaking a little, and Dean tells me Sam’s been killed. I was the last number called on Sam’s phone, and Dean ended up with all the letters we had written, and asks if we can meet. I tell him how to find the bar and he says he’ll be there two nights from now. Balthazar, for once, drops his bullshit when he sees how upset I am and gives me a bunch of free mushrooms and ecstasy because he doesn’t have the emotional capacity to actually be supportive himself. I pocket them and spend the next 48 hours numbly waiting for Dean. It seems normal, somehow, like I knew this was going to happen the whole time, I knew Sam wasn’t going to come back, and I hate that it feels that way but I can’t do anything to change it. 

Dean’s already at the bar when I show up and even though they don’t look anything alike, I know it’s him immediately. We have a couple drinks and then the regulars start to show up, and Dean slowly starts to look like a trapped animal. He goes pale, his hands clench into fists, and he bolts for the door as soon as I suggest ditching the bar, but he’s waiting for me outside, smoking a cigarette, and I notice he’s got Sam’s phone in his hand like it gives him comfort to hold onto it. I take Dean back to my place and he relaxes, tells me he likes my Christmas lights and I offer him the little bag of coke Balthazar slipped me on my way out, and Dean shows me how to powder it by breaking my tea ball and using the end of a pen to grind the crystals through the screen. We talk for hours, but not about Sam, not at first. It’s nonsense, but I can tell Dean’s wound pretty tight, has a lot of secrets, or at least things he feels he can’t tell most people, and that he’s sizing me up, trying to figure out why Sam liked me so much. I’m too spun out to worry if he finds what he’s looking for, but Dean lets me drag him to my bed when the sun starts coming up and we sleep most of the next day away and eat cold Chinese food for breakfast-dinner when we wake up. He tells me he’s gotta go get his car, and I don’t really believe he’ll come back, but he does, and brings a bag with him like he’s intending on staying, and I don’t tell him he can’t. 

He starts to open up that night, tells me about losing his mom when he was a little kid, how his dad was in the military and Dean practically raised Sam by himself, how they were moved around constantly. Dean joined the military as soon as he could, because their dad expected it of his oldest son. 

“Sam didn’t want me to,” he said, “but I was good at it. Taking orders my whole life, being responsible for---for others. For Sam. He wanted me to stay with him, was always coming up with some shit we could do together, a family business, but I wanted to be like Dad. Sam thought it was so dumb, but I did it anyway, and I think he joined because he wanted to show me how it felt. How... How worried he was for me, how much he missed me, but all I felt was proud of him, even though I knew it wasn’t what he wanted to do. I felt invincible, so of course he would be too. Typical bullshit, right? But no one’s invincible and now Sam’s dead. What the weirdest thing is, it bothers me that there was so much of him. That he was so stupid tall and strong. I don’t know why that makes it worse, but it does.”

Dean doesn’t cry when he tells me these things, and I get the impression that he doesn’t have any tears left, that he’d parked his big black car somewhere the day he was told Sam was dead and cried every last tear he’d ever cry in his life out. He’s sitting in the same busted chair Sam was the first time we fucked, but this time it’s me who asks Dean if he wants to. He nods, and the coloured lights make his eyes change like Sam’s would. He lets me do whatever I want to him, practically begs me to come around him and even then doesn’t just take what he wants. He’s passive, submissive, but so attentive, lets me wear myself out over him and then pets me right back to life, over and over. 

We spend weeks like that. My job is out for the summer and Dean pays my rent. He disappears once in a while, but calls me before he shows back up and then sleeps for a couple days before he’s himself again. I don’t ask where he’s been. We eat magic mushrooms and play Tetris on my old Nintendo and I look up info on how those things help with PTSD, and he says that’s something Sam would do, research. We like the same music and I remember the face Sam made, and we go to the bar once in a while. Girls flock to Dean, but Balthazar distracts half of them with his drugs and his sleazy smile and I chase the other half away by just sitting in Dean’s lap, grabbing his ass in front of them. He pretends to be embarrassed but I know he loves the attention, likes that I’m forward and possessive over him. 

[isabelleneville]

Tag meme

tagged by: @latristereina​

jasmine; what mythical creature do you wish actually existed?

Unicorn.

lavender; Soundcloud or vinyls?

Vinyl, my Dad has been a radio DJ since the 80s and has a vast Vinyl collection going back decades.

primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read?

This sounds odd by the old testament that stuff is brutal. 

lunar mist; do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets?

No, but I love to use other peoples puffer jackets to fall asleep in the car with like a blanket.

bird of paradise; what was the best thing that happened to you this month?

my besties birthday.

gardenia; what’s a promise you’ve recently made to yourself?

To start cooking more. 

lion’s fairytale; would you rather be the sky, the ocean or the forests?

The ocean.

whirling butterflies; would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

No

marmalade skies; do you plan your outfits?

For work yes.

apricot drift; how do you feel right now?

Tired wanting to get a hot drink.

everlasting daisy; what’s the last dream you remember having?

I can’t remember right now.

queen’s cup; what are you craving right now?

Water.

lavender dream; turn-ons/offs?

That someone can carry a conversation ranging in multiple topics/the need to be mothered and someone without passion. 

water lily; when was the last time you cried?

Last week.

lily of the valley; did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize?

No.

winterberry; do you bite or lick your ice cream?

It sounds rude but I lick and suck it. 

honey perfume; favourite movie ever?

hmmm, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban or Atonement

desert rose; do you like yourself?

Overall yes.

snapdragon; have you ever met or seen in person a celebrity?

Yes. 

night owl; how many countries have you visited?

One, USA, Houston to be exact. 

heliotrope; have you ever been in a castle?

No.

creams and sky; what’s the craziest/bravest thing you’ve done?

I actually dunno, one of the funniest is me and one of my besties managed to open a locked door at school without a key.

lantana; what’s on your mind right now?

That I need to answer all the stuff I was tagged in and start editing an upcoming edit series I have planned.

pumpkin patch; what’s your zodiac sign?

Cancer.

tulip; name 5 facts about yourself.

I am the oldest of four children.

I work for a tech company.

I am seeing backstreet boys in a few months!.

I am looking into buying my family home.

I do not drive. 

daphne; do you believe in karma?

Yes and no.

queen of the meadow; ever been in love?

No.

wisteria; whom do you admire and why?

I admire people who have been through a lot but still manage to be the happiest person in the room.

angel’s face; what was your favourite bedtime story as a child?

Winnie the Pooh books.

remember me; did you make someone laugh today?

Yes.

iris; do you believe in ghosts?

Yes.

lilac; if you could go back in time which time period would you visit?

The 15th and 16th centuries

caramel kisses; would you want to live forever? why/why not?

No.

primula; what makes you sad?

People who fall on hard times through no fault of their own.

rain lily; was today typical? why/why not?

I cannot say yet.

queen anne’s lace; who do you trust the most?

My two besties.

Lady’s slipper; what did you have for breakfast today?

Not yet.

forget me not; do you have any regrets looking back in your life?

Yes.

lunaria; what’s your favourite fictional universe?

The Harry Potter one.

violet; favourite tv show?

The Tudors and Parks and Rec

sunflower; share a favourite quote.

I honestly cannot think of one.

snowdrop; what does your ideal day look like?

Wake up at 6:30am get my train at 7:00am generally listen to music or a podcast during the ride in rock up at work round 7:50am - 8:00am depending on any delays or if I wanted to get a coffee. Start my work pc check my emails or whatever important and urgent tasks I have for the day as I am a senior member of my department and get a glass of cold water. Work from 8:30am - 5:00pm rush to catch the 5:22pm train, read whatever book I have in my bag generally a historical biography. Get home around 6:10pm grab something to eat and catch up with my family and arrange anything that needs to be done the next day with them, have a shower get my work clothes ready and get in my bed and look on here and unwind with a DVD or stream a show, Go to sleep around 10:30pm - 11:30pm

tiger lily; do you have any hobbies?

Reading historical biographies, cooking, listening to music.

peony; share a small random book passage that means something to you.

It’s too late for me to move right now. But nothing comes to mind.

tea rose; what’s something you always wanted to do but were too scared?

Get a tattoo.

honeysuckle; do you usually date people your age or older/younger?

Generally in a 3-4 year age gap from myself.

sweet pea; who means the world to you?

My family, my best friends and my cat and dog

love in the mist; best books you’ve ever read?

The Harry Potter Series, history-wise anything from Dan Jones.

foxglove; who is your favourite cartoon character?

Belle from Beauty and the Beast.

magnolia; coffee or tea?

Tea.

crown imperial; would you rather be extremely rich or extremely loved?

Loved.

snowflake; are you a dog or a cat person?

Cat, though I do love my Dog, I was frightened of Dogs as a child.

bell flower; what is your biggest addiction?

90s Music, Period Dramas.

cosmos; do you ever think about the galaxy?

Yes, and it is scary on how minuscule we are.

moonflower; what’s your favourite colour?

Soft Pink

freesia; do you have a good relationship with your parents and siblings? why/why not?

Yes.

sundrop; are you a morning or a night person?

A night person.

poppy; have you ever dealt with a mental illness?

Yes, very mild with myself but some of my family members are severe.

clover; how would your friends describe you?

Loyal, Funny and the Mum of the group.

dandelion; do you consider yourself an extrovert or an introvert?

An introvert but can turn into an extrovert when I need to be. I did that test for the MBTI and I was very close to the middle. 

lilly; what’s something you love watching/reading but you are too embarrassed to admit you do?

Oh no, this is bad I use to watch Love Island and Love is Blind.

anemone; describe yourself in 3 words.

Organised, Empathetic, Loyal

lotus; best memory as a child?

Going on road trips with my grandfather.

angelonia; what is your eye and hair colour?

Chocolate Brown and Mousey brown.

dahlia; do you like crystals?

Yes.

buttercup; if you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?

That we could all understand each other. 

baby’s breath; what’s your Hogwarts house?

Slytherin

calendula; biggest pet peeve?

When people do not put things back the way they live after using them or after they are clean. 

blanker flower; would you rather go to a cocktail party with your best friends or stay home and read a book/watch a movie with your pet?

I would stay at home.

blazing star; share a secret.

I am not that interesting to have secrets. 

carnation; would you rather live longer or happier?

Happier.

petunia; who’s story is your biggest inspiration in life? why?

I actually dunno. 

bluebell; do you wear glasses?

No, but I probably need to.

nymphea; forest or river?

River, I live 2 minutes walk from one.

orchid; do you like exercise?

Yes and no, I walk a lot to get places because the city I live in has a lot of one-way roads and it’s just faster.

pansy; do you like poetry?

Not really.

morning glory; any special talent that you have?

I can play the flute.

Tagging: whoever wants to do this!