#my girl likes a liquid diet

[vampireknitting]

I hope my bite normalizes soon because otherwise I’m stuck with jaw problems.

[cobrakaisb]

ballad of a homeschooled girl

summary: a new arrival at camp half-blood is anything but extraordinary, but your attachment to the broody head counselor and claims of a mother who supposedly has no children cause suspicions to arise

word count: 3.9k

featuring: broody!luke who is somewhat soft for reader, angst, reader seems delulu (but she’s not trust 🤞), mostly primer for my upcoming luke series  

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the air is humid, causing the sheets to stick to your already clammy skin. you shift in the small cot, peeling the bedding off your skin, relaxing when the cool breeze caresses your arms and legs. it’s peaceful, and your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. just as you’re about to cross back into dreamland, a girl’s voice causes your eyes to open. 

“she’s waking up! look!” she yells, and you know that she’s pointing at you. 

you sigh, propping yourself up on your elbows. you look around drowsily, trying to make sense of your surroundings. it’s when you make eye contact with a girl who has light pink hair, that you realize you’re no longer walking down a busy city street, hustling through the crowd. confusion settles in, and you wonder how you ended up in this infirmary, and whatever happened to that crazy lady who was trailing you. you open your mouth, trying to speak, but the girl just shoves a cup with a straw in it towards you. 

“drink,” she demands. 

you hesitate, uncertainty clear on your face. how can you even trust this girl? she seems to sense your emotions, because her hand rests gently on your forearm, pushing the drink closer to your chapped lips. 

“drink,” she repeats, and you nod. 

a small sip can’t hurt, you decide, and your lips wrap delicately around the straw. as you drink the liquid, you realize that it tastes like the pina coladas your dad would make with the fresh pineapple from the farmers market over the summer. you smile fondly at the memory, relaxing further into the uncomfortable mattress. you sigh in relief, feeling the throbbing in your head diminish. the tranquility, however, doesn’t last for long because the girl with the pink hair returns. 

“i’m anna,” she starts, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. “how much do you remember before you got here?” she continues. 

“where is here exactly?” you ask, shifting in the bed to put some distance between the two of you. 

her eyes widen, and something along the lines of confusion and distrust cross her features. she doesn’t say anything, just spending a few minutes analyzing you. a wave of self-consciousness washes over you; do you really look that distraught? 

“you have no idea what you are, what we are,” she mumbles. there’s both amazement and sympathy in her voice. 

“i’m a girl, if that’s what you’re asking,” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest. 

she laughs at you. “you’re in for a rude awakening,” anna replies between giggles.

the next day, you're walking out of the infirmary with strict instructions to go see chiron. you have no idea who this guy is, but all the med staff assure you that you’ll know when you see him. it’s only when you come face to face with a half-horse, half-human -- a centaur -- that you understand exactly what they meant. he smiles at you, and you assume that he’s trying to be comforting, but you still feel so uneasy.

“come. we have a lot to discuss,” he says, resting a firm hand on your shoulder as he leads you towards another room in the old victorian house. 

you nod, walking along the veranda towards an open-aired room. the walk feels like a thousand years, as other campers point and whisper in your direction. you want to shrink in on yourself, but you don’t. miraculously, this air of confidence envelops you, and you march into the room with steady and sure strides. the other person in the room looks at you and chiron. he’s older, adorning black sunglasses and holding a diet coke. he rolls his eyes at the sight of you, getting up from his adirondack chair, grumbling about how much he hates kids and wishes he could have a drink. you raise your eyebrows, looking to chiron for an explanation, but he just shakes his head. 

“sit, then we’ll talk,” he promises, gesturing to one of the empty seats. 

once you’re both seated, it’s quiet. you don’t really have anything to say to the older man in front of you. you’re still confused by anna, and all the cryptic comments she made these past two days. you have no memory of how you got here, or why. nothing makes sense to you. 

chiron seems to know that though, as he says, “i understand this can all be very confusing. so let’s start with the basics. you’re at camp half-blood, a safe haven for demi-gods. for people like you.” 

he pauses for a moment, probably expecting you to say something, but you don’t. instead, you turn to the left, staring out to the water. it’s so serene, completely contrasting your inner turmoil. when chiron realizes you don’t have anything to say, he continues on:

“here you’ll prepare for battle, complete quests, make friends, and live your life free of worry. at the end of the summer, you’ll have the option of returning home, or remaining as a year-round camper. for now though, i’ll have one of our older, more experienced demi-gods give you a tour. unless of course, there’s something else you’d like to discuss?”

the way he’s looking at you suggests that you should have more to say -- some deep dark secret waiting to be revealed -- but you don’t. he waits, but once you don’t acknowledge his words, he sighs, rising from his seat. you follow, moving towards the door with him. as you hand grasps the handle, it tumbles open, and your body moves forward. thankfully, you don’t crash to your feet, or collide with the person in the doorway, but your cheeks flame in embarrassment. 

when you look up, you’re surprised to see a boy. he looks to be about your age with his tall stature and muscular frame. his face is blank, almost bored looking, except for the hints of anger and annoyance in his brown eyes. his jaw is firm and locked, as he crosses his arms and gives you a once over. he hates me already, you think, and while you wish you didn’t care, it stings just a bit. 

“this is luke, our head counselor. he’ll show you around camp, and help you settle into the hermes cabin, your temporary home,” chiron explains. 

you nod towards luke, but don’t comment on anything chiron says. without another word, he turns on his heel and marches down the steps of the front porch. his pace is brisk, and his long strides make it hard for you to catch up with him, but you manage. once you’re walking side by side with him, it’s quiet between the two of you. he doesn’t point out any of the details, and his speed makes it hard for you to actually absorb anything. 

“if you’re gonna walk so fast, the least you could do is explain what everything is,” you snap, annoyed.

he stops walking all together, huffs, and turns to face you. in the bright light of the sun, you notice his scar. it’s pale white and risen above the skin, alerting you that it’s still fairly new, and runs from the corner of his eye to his jawline. he should look scary or intimidating, but you only think that he looks angelic. you gasp softly at the realization, lips parting. his eyes dart down to your mouth, and there’s something almost sinister in his gaze when he finally starts talking. 

“archery range, lava wall, and training arena,” he grumbles, pointing out all the spots closest to you. 

instead of looking at all the places, your gaze is still focused on him. he rolls his eyes, facing forward and continuing on his walk. 

“if you’re going to ask me to point stuff out, at least pay attention when i do,” he snaps. 

now it’s your turn to roll your eyes as you follow him towards a horseshoe of cabins. each one is different and seems to represent their own thing. as you’re walking past the center, you notice that there are two lone cabins in the middle. you freeze. your head tilts as you observe the cabin on the right. you feel a strange pull towards it, and start following the invisible string tying you to the building.

“what are you doing?” luke asks, and from his tone you know his arms are crossed. 

“i need to go there,” you explain, looking over your shoulder at him. 

“the hera cabin?” he questions, following you. 

you nod, continuing on your path towards the cabin. you climb up the stairs, and tentatively touch the door handle. it creaks open, daring you to come inside. you turn back to luke, who’s waiting at the bottom of the stairs with an uncertain look in his eyes. 

“i have to go in here, but i have no idea why,” you explain, feeling something close to bashful. 

he nods, swallowing an imaginary liquid, before climbing up the stairs after you. he waits patiently behind you, his left shoulder grazing your right as the two of you stand on the porch. you want to go inside, need to go inside, but the rational side of you is preventing you from doing so. it all feels like a trap. 

luke, noticing your unease, mumbles, “there’s a barrier. nothing can hurt you here, not like they could out there.” 

he doesn’t clarify what the other there and in here are, but you know exactly what he means. the creepy, often imaginative figures you’d see out in the city aren’t present here. you haven’t felt their presence since you woke up in that tiny bed in the infirmary. whatever is drawing you to this cabin, is something else, a higher being. before you can continue to deliberate, you push open the door and step inside. 

it doesn’t look much like a cabin, rather a temple. the entire thing is made of marble, complete with large columns from floor to ceiling. on the walls, there are several engravings, and when you look closely, you recognize them as peacocks. your fingers trace over the intricate design, and your sense of anxiety quells tremendously. when you look towards the center, at the giant statue, you feel somewhat relieved. 

“this is my cabin,” you announce. the statement shocks both you and luke. 

“what? no it’s not. hera doesn’t have kids, that’s zeus’s job,” luke says. 

“c’mon, time to go,” he continues, grabbing your shoulder and trying to push you out the door.

you dig your heels into the floor, refusing to move. you know everything you’ve said so far sounds crazy, is crazy, but you have to be here. you try to come up with an explanation, anything to make sense of the situation, but remain empty handed. 

“you’re right. let’s just go. sorry,” you reply, letting him lead you back out the door and down the stairs. 

it isn’t until you step foot in the hermes cabin, his cabin, that you realize your duffle bag is missing. all the other kids, which is a surprisingly large number, have various personal belongings scattered around their sleeping area. some of them have comic books, others have small trinkets, and a couple even dare to show off their stuffed animals. luke walks further into the cabin, the crowd parting like the red sea. they’re quiet, and watch eagerly as he opens a closet door and pulls out a well-loved sleeping bag. the whispers don’t start until he waves you over, and places the item directly next to his bed. 

“you sleep here,” he mumbles, pointing to the spot on the floor. 

“what? i told you about the other cabin,” you shout, frustration present in your voice. 

the hermes cabin is quiet, all of them listen in on your conversation with their head counselor, their older brother.

“and i told you to drop it,” he replies, and there’s a subtle warning in his voice. you can’t decide if he’s trying to say this isn’t the time or place or if he’s insinuating that you’re fucking crazy and he wants nothing to do with it. 

“where’s your stuff?” he asks, completely changing the subject. 

you notice he does that a lot, but answer, “i don’t know. my duffle’s missing.” 

his eyebrows furrow at your words, and he crosses his arms again. he throws his head back, gritting his teeth. 

“alright! who took her stuff? cough it up, let's go!” he shouts. 

luke’s met with silence, which irks him even more. he turns away from you, facing the swarm of pre-teens and teens. he flashes them his most unamused look, one he’s been carrying with you all day, but continues to wait patiently. 

“somebody better own up to it, or i’m taking away dessert privileges,” he announces. 

the room immediately grows noisy with everyone whispering to each other. some kids are trying to determine who it could be, while others are fully putting the blame on their siblings. there’s even one girl who whispers about how luke never does this for anyone, so you must be special. 

you try to come up with an answer to luke’s question. who took your bag? but you can’t seem to figure it out. you know you had it with you when you left your dad’s house, but then things turned messy extremely fast. you remember the strap when that weird dog thing followed you into the alley, and how you grabbed it by the handles to shove it in the overhead compartment of the amtrak. but after that, everything gets kind of blurry; days melting into one. finally, you decide that it must not have made it to camp. 

you tap luke’s bicep, and he turns away from the crowd to meet your eyes. “i don’t even think it made it here,” you whisper, biting your bottom lip. 

luke sucks in a breath, nodding his head before turning back to the crowd. “never mind guys, as you were,” he dismisses. 

you crouch down, hoping to set up your sleeping bag and take a nap, but he stops you with a hand on your arm. he gestures for you to follow him with a tilt of his head, and you agree. he leads you towards the back of the cabin, outside a supposedly hidden door. when you step out into the bright sunlight, you stop and let your hand cover your eyes, but luke is already walking towards a forest. you follow, easily catching up since he’s walking slower, and match his strides. once the two of you are far enough into the woods, out of the earshot of nosey campers, he sits down in the grass, beckoning for you to follow. 

“tell me everything you remember,” he says, a serious look on his face.

you look down, fingers twiddling with the strands of grass. you pull your knees up to your chest, wrapping your right arm around your kneecaps as you continue to braid the grass with your left hand. from your observations, you know luke is anything but patient, but he doesn’t push you to say anything. he just sits there, palms splayed on the grass as he leans back on them, looking at the fluffy white clouds and clear blue sky. 

“i don’t know how i got here. i keep replaying everything in my head, but i wasn’t even near the woods. then, i was just here,” you whisper, finally looking towards him. 

you find that he’s already looking at you. intense brown eyes meeting your lost and confused gaze. he nods his head, signaling that he’s trying to process your words; looking for a meaning in the code, one that even you can’t decipher.

“why’d you leave?” he asks, and you stop fiddling with the grass. “your house i mean…why leave?” he continues.

he’s looking down at his bright red converse, and there’s a certain vulnerability in his gaze that you’re all too familiar with. you raise your eyebrows at his expression, thinking about what his question reveals about him. maybe he doesn’t have a family. and that thought just makes you sad, so you decide to answer him honestly.

“i love my dad, but there were too many odd things happening, things he couldn’t explain, and stuff my therapist didn't believe. there were winged horses, their manes the color of the pitch black night. or dogs the size of a dumpster, and then that brunette lady who follows me around everywhere. i just wanted to keep him safe, so i left,” you explain, meeting luke’s eyes for the second time. 

“i get that, wanting to protect your family, i mean. i’d do the same for my sisters,” he replies. 

you hum in acknowledgment, leaning back on your elbows and extending your legs in a straight position. you tilt your head back, enjoying the warm sun on your exposed neck, and the soft rustle of the flora around you. you turn your head, eyes squinting to look at luke, and your gaze is immediately drawn to the scar on the left side of his face.

“what happened to you?” you ask, tentatively. 

luke sucks in a breath of air. his jaw clenches and anger swarms around in his already dark eyes. his hands ball into fists at his sides, and you realize that maybe that was too personal of a question.

“you don’t have to answer,” you backtrack, “it just seems like a story worth telling.”

he laughs bitterly, “it’s not. my dad sent me on a fucking joke of a quest, and this was the result. all pain, no glory.” 

you frown at his words. you don’t want to pity luke, because you know that luke doesn’t want that from you. he wants people to understand him; to listen to his feelings of resentment and disappointment, and despite only knowing him for an hour max, you decide that you’d do that for him. 

“don’t beat yourself up about it. the gods are stupid anyway, my mother’s cabin doesn’t even have a bed for me to sleep in,” you say. 

there you go again with the mother thing.

“your mother can’t be hera,” luke announces, finality in his tone. 

“i know that. but i know that she is. she’s the one that’s been helping me; the one who brought me here,” you explain, finally making the connection.

luke shakes his head in disbelief, “i think you’re going crazy from lack of food.”

you open your mouth, ready to protest his accusations, but luke cuts you off with a fierce look and wave of his hand. he stands up from the grass, holding his hand out to you. you huff, but wrap your hand around his, as he helps life you off the ground and to your feet. once you’re on your feet, you go to remove your hand from his, but you find yourself face to face. he’s already looking at you with a mix of admiration and curiosity. no one’s ever looked at you that way, and you can’t fathom why he is. 

“what? is there dirt on my face?” you ask, pulling hand from his to wipe at your chin. 

he laughs, loud and joyous, then answers, “no. you’re just different.” 

you huff, again, and cross your arms defensively. “my therapist says i’m just unique,” you say. 

luke laughs again. his shoulders shake and he has to stop walking to gain his composure. you wait the few minutes it takes for him to collect himself, and feel the smile taking over your features. there’s something enchanting about his laugh, you think, and that thought scares you. you shouldn’t be getting this attached. not yet. 

“can we go to lunch, please? i’m so hungry,” you complain, breaking the aura of radiance and joy.    

the sound of your voice sobers luke up, and he nods in agreement. he doesn’t even acknowledge you any further, just walks through the path in the woods, towards the center of camp. his strides are back to being quick and long, and you struggle to keep up with him. but you chose to ignore it; you shut him out. 

the walk back feels infinitely longer, and you’re relieved to see the dining pavilion. it’s a large mess hall, with picnic tables inside the building as opposed to out. each one of them holds various campers, and you notice how there is a giant fire pit burning in the middle of the room. it seems counter intuitive; no need for the warmth of the fire in the stifling summer heat, which becomes more apparent now that luke’s cold nature is back. 

you chance a look at said boy, and find that he’s already watching you. without saying a word, his hand comes to rest at the small of your back; palm splayed on the region between your jean shorts and the hem of your bright orange camp shirt. he gently pushes you forward, and you comply, following his lead. as you walk, you hear the campers whispering. they’re not subtle. 

“that’s the new girl.” 

“anna says she’s crazy, has no clue what a demigod even is.”

“i heard she’s not even a real demigod, just someone to bewitch luke.”

“oh he’s bewitched alright.” 

you clench your jaw at their words, an angry fire in your eyes. you hate when people talk about you behind your back, and you’re not afraid to let these thirteen year olds know that. you whip your head around, so fast you’re surprised you don’t whiplash. as your mouth opens, ready to spew out insults, luke pushes you forward and away from the culprits. your anger only shifts from them to him. 

“what’s your problem?” you demand, stopping in your tracks to face him head on. 

“i’m not the one with the problem here,” luke mumbles. 

for some reason, that statement hurts you more than it should. you laugh bitterly, blinking back the tears that are threatening to come out. it’s been a day and everyone already hates me. 

“right, i get it,” you reply, stepping away from him when he tries to reach out for you.

“no that’s not what i meant,” luke says, desperation in his voice. 

“fuck this. i don’t even want to be here anyways,” you announce. 

before he can say or do anything, you’re out the door.

you wander through the camp grounds, fighting off tears. there’s no reason for you to be acting like this; people have always hated you, so why would camp half-blood be different? because it was supposed to be different, you thought. the path you meant to take, back to the hermes cabin, veers off course until you’re standing in front of the hera cabin. you don’t hesitate this time, to climb the steps and take refuge inside.

once the door closes, and the lock clicks, you come face to face with the looming statue. her eyes pierce your soul, and you sink back in on yourself. it’s a statue, you remind yourself, and that boosts your confidence somehow. you look her in the eyes, and swear her gaze meets yours. 

“why would you bring me here?” you ask, voice wobbly from the tears. 

“i hate it here! and i hate you!” you shout, stomping your foot like a child. you feel like a child. 

you sink down to your knees, forehead coming to rest on the ruffle of her toga. the marble is cool and smooth against your hot skin. the temperature change grounds you, and slowly, your tears subside. 

you decide, in that very moment, that these people won’t see you cry. ever.       

[bloodreinasbathwater]

Xo Xo Gossip Girl

Pairing: Jack Hughes x Gossip Blogger! Reader

Part 1

a:n The way I find myself digging for the perfect chapter gif only to scroll for five minutes and save my favorites is so embarrassing. I'm gonna need his girlfriend to hand over that game card... anyway hope u like this chapter.

word count - 4k

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HOCKEY HEARTBREAK: THE REAL REASON BEHIND THE HUGHES-DEGREGIO SPLIT

Posted by Y/N @ The Daily Whisper | 11:42 PM

Settle in, Whisper Warriors, because do I have some piping hot tea for you tonight.

You know those moments when the universe just hands you the story of the year? Well, last Saturday at Vibe, somewhere between my second cosmopolitan and watching Matt Rempe fail at dancing (yes, that's tea for another day), I quite literally bumped into none other than Serena DeGregio. And let me tell you, after a few shots of liquid courage, Hollywood's newest "it girl" was ready to spill everything about her recent split from hockey's favorite bad boy, Jack Hughes.

Now, we've all seen the headlines: "Hockey Heartthrob and Rising Star Call It Quits." But the real story? It's juicier than your mom's Thanksgiving turkey.

According to Serena, our beloved hockey star couldn't handle being the second name in the relationship. While she was booking Netflix specials and selling out concert venues, Jack was sidelined with a shoulder injury that kept him off the ice for three months. And apparently, watching your girlfriend's face on every billboard in Times Square does things to a man's ego.

"He's still stuck in that high school hockey star mentality," Serena told me, twirling the olive in her martini. "You know the type – peaked at eighteen, never had to grow up because everything came easy."

But here's where I have to play devil's advocate (and maybe it's because I've seen those ice-blue eyes up close at press events). Having covered Jack's career since his rookie year, there's more to him than Serena's bitter pill would have you swallow. This is the same guy who started a youth hockey program in underprivileged neighborhoods. The same player who spent his injury rehab volunteering at children's hospitals. And let's be real – anyone who's seen him handle a puck knows he definitely hasn't peaked.

Maybe it's the journalist in me, but something about this story feels... incomplete. There's always two sides to every breakup, isn't there?

Update coming soon... if I can track down Mr. Hughes for his side of the story 😉

...

Y/N stretched back in her purple velvet office chair, admiring her latest post on the screen. Her "lair," as she liked to call it, was her happy place – fairy lights twinkling across the ceiling, framed magazine covers featuring her biggest stories adorning the coral-painted walls, and her trusty mini-fridge humming softly in the corner, stocked with Diet Coke and chocolate-covered almonds.

The story was already gaining traction, comments pinging faster than she could read them. Her phone buzzed – Alyssa's face lighting up the screen. Y/N smiled, knowing her best friend had probably already devoured every word. As the head of corporate sponsorships at Manhattan's largest sports marketing firm, Alyssa always had the best insider information – and opinions to match.

"Y/N! Have you lost your mind?" Alyssa didn't even wait for a hello. "That post about Jack and Serena is everywhere! My entire office is buzzing about it. The PR team for the Rangers is having a field day."

"Good evening to you too, bestie." Y/N spun lazily in her chair, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

"Never mind pleasantries. I have information that's going to make your next post even bigger." Y/N could hear the smile in her voice. "You know that charity gala at The Plaza next weekend? The one my firm is coordinating with?"

Y/N threw her head back and groaned dramatically. The motion made her neck crack, and she absently rubbed it while whining, "Don't rub it in. I've been trying to get press credentials for weeks. Even my usual connections couldn't get me in."

"Well, guess who's not only attending but is being honored for his youth hockey program?"

Y/N shot forward so fast her chair rolled back and hit the wall, rattling her framed cover of Time Magazine. "Jack Hughes."

"Bingo. And since I'm basically running the whole event..." Alyssa paused for dramatic effect. "I happen to have an extra ticket with your name on it. Perks of being best friends with someone who has to make sure all the corporate sponsors play nice with their hockey darlings."

"Shut up!" Y/N leaped out of her chair, nearly tripping over her discarded shoes in excitement. She caught herself on the edge of her desk, sending a stack of press releases flying. "Alyssa Martinez, you beautiful genius! How did you swing that?"

"Let's just say I convinced the foundation board that having an influential blogger there would be good publicity for their youth programs." Alyssa's voice took on a more serious tone. "Though after this post, I might have some explaining to do. You better make this worth it."

Y/N's heart raced as she glanced at her blog post still glowing on the screen, her mind already spinning with possibilities. "Trust me, this is going to be the story of the year."

"I'm counting on it. My reputation is on the line here too, you know. These athletes might be my clients, but you're my best friend. Don't make me regret mixing the two."

"Have I ever let you down before?" Y/N was already opening her notes app, fingers flying across the keyboard.

"There's a first time for everything," Alyssa teased. "So, are you ready to get the other side of the story?"

...

One Week Later

Y/N stood before her full-length mirror, smoothing down the silk of her black dress. Beside her, Alyssa was applying a final coat of mascara, her own black dress a perfect complement with its off-shoulder design.

"Stop overthinking it," Alyssa said, catching Y/N's distant expression in the mirror. "I can literally see the gears turning in your head."

Y/N sighed, fiddling with her delicate silver necklace. The blog post about Jack and Serena had exploded over the past week, becoming her most viral story to date. But something about it had been nagging at her, keeping her up at night as she replayed Serena's words in her mind.

"It's just..." Y/N paused, carefully considering her words. "What if we got it wrong? What if Serena isn't the victim she's making herself out to be?"

Alyssa raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you second-guess a source?"

"Since something doesn't add up." Y/N moved to her vanity, pretending to touch up her subtle smoky eye while her thoughts raced. "I've been doing some digging. Every charity event, every hospital visit, every youth program – Jack Hughes doesn't publicize any of it. His team's PR doesn't even push it. What kind of attention-seeking bad boy does good deeds and keeps them quiet?"

"So you think Serena's lying?"

"I think..." Y/N turned to face her friend, determination settling over her features. "I think she's a scorned ex trying to control the narrative. And maybe... maybe I helped her do it."

Alyssa's lips curved into a knowing smile. "And this sudden crisis of conscience has nothing to do with those ice-blue eyes you mentioned in your post?"

"This isn't about that," Y/N protested, but she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. "This is about the truth. The real story." She grabbed her clutch, checking one last time that her phone and recorder were inside. "Every good journalist knows there are two sides to every story. It's time I found out his."

"Well then," Alyssa linked their arms together, leading them toward the door. "Let's go get your story, Lois Lane."

As they stepped into the waiting car, Y/N's mind was already racing with possibilities. She'd built her career on exposing the truth, even when it wasn't pretty. But tonight felt different. Tonight, she wasn't just chasing a story – she was chasing redemption. And maybe, just maybe, she'd find out who the real Jack Hughes was in the process.

The Plaza Hotel beckoned in the distance, its lights twinkling against the Manhattan skyline like a beacon. Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. Bad boy or misunderstood hero, she was going to find out the truth – even if it meant admitting she got it wrong the first time.

...

Jack's pov

Jack's knee wouldn't stop bouncing under the pristine white tablecloth, making the water in his parents' glasses ripple like tiny earthquakes. Luke, ever the annoying little brother, flicked his ear.

"Dude, you're making the whole table shake. What's got you so worked up?" Luke's grin was nothing short of devilish. "Could it be a certain viral blog post about your 'high school mentality'?"

Jack pinched the sensitive spot under Luke's bicep, earning a satisfying yelp. "Shut up, man. At least I didn't trip over my own skates at practice yesterday."

"Boys," Ellen Hughes' warning tone cut through their bickering. She smoothed her navy dress with one hand while giving them both the look – the one that had stopped many locker room fights in their youth. "You're at a charity gala, not the rink. Act like grown men, please?"

"Yes, Mom," they chorused in unison, sharing a quick grin that made their father Jim chuckle behind his menu.

Jack let out a heavy breath, tugging at his bow tie. It felt too tight, like everything else lately – the press, the expectations, the endless questions about Serena. His leg started bouncing again.

"That's it." He pushed back from the table, his chair scraping against the floor. "I need a drink."

"Water," his mother called after him. "You have a speech to give!"

Jack waved in acknowledgment, weaving through the sea of evening gowns and tuxedos. His shoulder twinged – phantom pain from the injury that had started this whole mess. Or maybe it was just his body's reaction to stress. The blog post had been everywhere this week, his phone blowing up with messages from teammates asking if he'd seen it.

He had. Multiple times. Each read made him want to throw his phone into the Hudson.

Reaching the bar, he slumped against the polished marble, pressing his forehead to the cool surface for just a moment. "Water, please," he groaned to the bartender. "Still, not sparkling."

"Trouble in paradise?"

The voice was unfamiliar, tinged with curiosity and something else he couldn't quite place. Jack lifted his head to find a woman in a black dress perched on the barstool next to him, stirring what looked like a cosmopolitan with delicate fingers. She wasn't looking at him directly, but he could see the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Before he could respond, a flash of red appeared in his peripheral vision, and he had to fight the urge to groan out loud.

"Jackie!" The voice was unmistakable – Rebekah Chen, Page Six's most persistent reporter. Her red dress matched her lipstick, both as bold as her personality. She latched onto his arm like a barnacle, fake nails digging into his jacket. "I've been trying to reach you all week!"

Jack threw his head back, closing his eyes as if that might make her disappear. "Not today, Rebekah," he muttered, feeling every muscle in his jaw tense. His hand curled around the water glass the bartender had just set down, knuckles white.

"Oh, come on!" She pressed closer, her voice dropping to what she probably thought was a seductive whisper. "Just a few questions. I can help you clear the air about that nasty blog post. Make that gossip guru eat her words." She batted her eyelashes. "All I need is a teensy exclusive about what really happened with Serena."

Jack's laugh was hollow as he extracted his arm from her grip. "Right, because that worked out so well the last time." He took a long drink of water, adam's apple bobbing as he tried to maintain his composure. "No comment, Rebekah. Same as yesterday, and the day before that, and—"

"But Jackie—"

"Not happening." Jack's voice was firm as steel. "There's nothing to say, Rebekah. Not to you, not to anyone."

Rebekah huffed, her red lips turning down into a pout. She opened her mouth to protest again, but something in Jack's expression must have finally gotten through. With a dramatic sigh and flip of her hair, she clicked away on her stilettos, no doubt in search of easier prey.

Jack's shoulders dropped as tension bled out of them. He turned back to the bar, catching the mystery woman in black watching him in the mirror behind the bottles. When their eyes met, she didn't look away.

"That happen often?" she asked, taking a slow sip of her cosmopolitan.

Jack let out a dry laugh, running a hand through his carefully styled hair. "More than I'd like. Apparently, 'no comment' is journalist-speak for 'try harder.'" He paused, studying her reflection. "Though you don't seem like the pushy type."

"Maybe I'm just better at playing the long game." The corner of her mouth quirked up, and she turned to face him properly. "Besides, the real story usually isn't found in ambushing someone at a bar."

"Exactly." He found himself leaning against the bar, angling toward her. There was something about her that made him want to keep talking. "Like this blog post that went viral this week. Everyone's got an opinion about who I am, what I did wrong, but—" He stopped himself, shaking his head. "Sorry, you probably haven't even seen it."

She hummed noncommittally, that almost-smile playing on her lips again. "I might have caught it. Though I tend to be more interested in the stories that don't make headlines."

"Like what?"

"Like why a professional hockey player spends his injury rehab teaching kids to skate in Harlem instead of lounging on some beach somewhere."

Jack blinked, caught off guard. He'd been careful about keeping that quiet. "How did you—"

"Just someone who pays attention," she said, gathering her clutch. "The real story isn't always the loudest one, is it?"

Before Jack could process what she meant, Luke's voice carried across the room. "Jack! Mom says get back here. Speech time!"

The woman in black slid off her barstool with practiced grace. "Sounds like you're needed elsewhere."

"Wait," Jack said, suddenly not wanting her to disappear into the crowd. "I didn't catch your name."

"Y/N," she offered, and for a moment, her smile was full and genuine. "Good luck with your speech, Jack.”

She moved past him, the subtle scent of her perfume lingering. Jack found himself watching her weave through the crowd, his mind replaying their conversation. There had been something different about her – the way she'd asked questions without really asking them, how she'd known about his volunteer work but hadn't tried to use it against him like Rebekah would have.

"Dude." Luke appeared at his elbow, poking him in the ribs. "Stop staring into space. Mom's going to kill us both if you're late for your own award."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Jack followed his brother back to their table, but his eyes kept scanning the crowd. He spotted her finally, sliding into a seat near the back beside another woman in black. As if sensing his gaze, she glanced up, raising her cosmopolitan in a small salute.

For the first time in weeks, Jack felt himself genuinely smile.

...

"...and with your continued support, we can make sure every kid who wants to play hockey has that chance, regardless of their circumstances. Thank you."

The ballroom erupted in applause. Jack's shoulders relaxed slightly – public speaking had never been his favorite part of the job, but at least this speech was about something that mattered.

Near the back of the room, Y/N leaned toward Alyssa. "We should go," she whispered, gathering her clutch. "We're not gonna get anything else tonight."

Alyssa nodded, already standing. "At least the champagne was good."

They slipped out as the crowd continued clapping, their heels clicking against the marble floors of The Plaza's ornate lobby. Y/N's mind was already spinning with how she'd write this up – not the puff piece everyone would expect, but something different. Something true.

"Y/N!"

The call echoed through the lobby, making her freeze mid-step. That voice – she'd just been listening to it give a speech about youth hockey programs and second chances.

She turned slowly, Alyssa's hand gripping her arm in surprise. Jack Hughes was jogging toward them, bow tie slightly askew, still slightly breathless from his speech. His hair was ruffled like he'd been running his hands through it, and there was a slight flush to his cheeks that hadn't been there at the bar.

"I—" he started, then seemed to realize he was still slightly out of breath. His hand came up to rest gently on her bare arm, the touch surprisingly warm. "Hey."

Y/N's eyebrows rose. "Hey yourself. Shouldn't you be back there accepting congratulations?"

He waved his free hand dismissively, though he didn't move the one on her arm. "They'll survive without me for a few minutes." His ice-blue eyes darted between her and Alyssa, a mix of nervousness and determination crossing his features. "You should come out with us. Both of you," he added quickly, offering Alyssa a genuine smile. "My teammates are headed to this bar just down the street. Nothing fancy, just... drinks. And conversation."

The way he said 'conversation' made Y/N's pulse quicken. There was weight behind it, meaning she couldn't quite decipher.

"I don't know," she started, but Alyssa cut her off.

"We'd love to," her supposed best friend said, ignoring Y/N's sharp look. "Lead the way, Hughes."

Jack's face broke into a grin that transformed his entire appearance. Gone was the serious hockey player from the podium, replaced by something younger, lighter. "Great! I just need to grab Luke and dodge my parents." He squeezed Y/N's arm gently before letting go. "Don't leave, okay? Five minutes, tops."

He was already backing away, that grin still in place. "Wait for me," he called out, just before turning.

Y/N waited until he was out of earshot before turning to Alyssa. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you the real story," Alyssa smirked, already typing on her phone. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

Y/N opened her mouth to argue, then closed it. She thought about Jack's smile, the warmth of his hand on her arm, the way he'd said 'conversation' like he was offering something more than just drinks and small talk.

"Five minutes," she conceded, trying not to smile at Alyssa's triumphant expression. "But if this backfires, I'm blaming you."

"Honey," Alyssa linked their arms, steering them toward the bar's entrance. "Something tells me this is going to be the best story you've ever written."

...

The bass thrummed through Y/N's bones as they approached the club, the line wrapping around the building like a snake. Jack stayed close to her side, his presence warm and solid as they bypassed the queue entirely.

"Mr. Hughes," the security guard nodded, unhooking the velvet rope without hesitation. "Welcome back."

Inside, bodies packed the dance floor, but Jack navigated them through the crowd with practiced ease. His hand ghosted over Y/N's lower back, guiding her through the maze of people until they reached a raised section cordoned off with another rope. Several men Y/N recognized from hockey highlights were sprawled across the plush booths, drinks already flowing.

"Look who finally made it!" Luke called out, now free of his bow tie and jacket. "We were starting to think Mom trapped you in conversation with the Vanderbilts again."

"Barely escaped," Jack laughed, helping Y/N up the small steps before following. "Everyone, this is Y/N and Alyssa."

The team welcomed them warmly, shuffling to make space. Y/N found herself wedged between Jack and the booth's arm, hyperaware of every point where their bodies touched. Her notebook felt like it was burning a hole in her clutch.

"I'm telling you," one of the players – Miller, according to his heated gesture at his teammate – was saying, "game seven, '94 Finals. Best hockey game ever played."

"You weren't even born yet!" Another player – Thompson – argued back. "2010 Olympics, Canada versus USA. That's peak hockey right there."

"You're both wrong," Luke interjected, leaning forward. "2018 World Juniors, outdoor game. Nothing beats playing in actual snow."

"That's because you scored the winning goal, you biased little shit," Jack laughed, his arm sliding naturally along the booth behind Y/N. The movement brought him closer, his cologne mixing with the lingering scent of his aftershave.

"What about you?" he asked, turning those blue eyes on her. "You follow hockey long?"

"My dad used to play," she found herself saying truthfully. "Nothing professional, just beer league, but he loved it. Taught me to skate before I could walk."

Something in Jack's expression softened. "Mine too. Well, him and my mom..." He shifted, angling toward her more fully. "It's different now though, isn't it? The pressure. Everyone watching, waiting for you to mess up. Luke and Quinn, they get it, but we're barely home at the same time anymore. Summer's all we got, really. And even then..." He trailed off, vulnerability flickering across his features in the dim light.

Y/N's chest tightened. This wasn't the cocky player from the tabloids or the bitter ex-boyfriend from Serena's story. This was just... Jack. Raw and real and trusting her with pieces of himself she had no right to.

"I need a drink," she blurted, already sliding out of the booth. "Excuse me."

She practically fled to the bar, gripping the edge of it when she reached it. "Whiskey sour," she managed when the bartender looked her way. "Strong."

"Oh my god, Y/N!"

She turned to find Rebekah Chen stumbling slightly, clearly several drinks in. Her red dress was slightly askew, her lipstick smudged at one corner.

"Is Jack here?!" Rebekah's voice pitched high with excitement.

"No," Y/N said firmly, accepting her drink from the bartender. "He's not."

"Ugh." Rebekah deflated, then perked up again almost instantly. "But oh my god, you'll never believe what Serena told me about him." She leaned in conspiratorially, alcohol heavy on her breath. "He's a total player. Like, major cheater. She said he was always sliding into girls' DMs when they were together, coming to places like this..." She gestured around the club. "Getting with random girls behind her back."

Y/N's eyes widened despite herself. The Jack she'd just left didn't seem capable of that kind of betrayal, but...

"Yeah!" Rebekah pressed on, encouraged by Y/N's reaction. "Serena has receipts too. Screenshots, dates, everything. She's just waiting for the right moment to release them." She swayed slightly. "Guess the golden boy isn't so golden after all, right?"

Y/N's drink suddenly felt heavy in her hand. Behind her, she could hear Jack's laugh carrying over the music, warm and genuine. She thought about how carefully he'd helped her through the crowd, how softly he'd spoken about his brothers.

How absolutely screwed she was if she was starting to believe in him.

...

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Hey!! Could you do something about reader and gavi watching the barça matches at home? I think it would be so funny to watch a match with him, he’d yell at the screen all the time like if they could listen to him hahaha and specially now that barça is not on their greatest days i feel he’d get so pissed, poor boy

Game night

"When will the game start?" you asked while being in a big hurry.

You were waiting for the popcorn to be done while you were also making some orange juice, knowing that Pablo loves it.

"5-6 minutes." he replied.

Your hands were starting to hurt. Making your own juice wasn't easy and it took about 8 oranges so that it could be enough for you.

Or that is what you thought.

After all your hard work, it wasn't enough, and you had no oranges left now.

Gavi still had to take care of his diet, not being allowed to eat or drink sugar.

You sighed sadly, pouring the liquid into a bigger glass.

After some shouts that came from your boyfriend's mouth telling you that the game began, the popcorn was finally ready.

Thank God it was enough for both of you.

When you were done, you took the food, the water, and the juice, and immediately came to the living room, already seeing Gavi up with his hands on his head.

"What happened??" you asked confused while putting everything on the table.

"Not even 2 minutes since the game started, and they already scored a goal!"

You looked at the TV just to be shocked by how fast the other team scored.

"That's tought."

Gavi groaned in annoyance, sad that he couldn't be on the field to help his team when they needed him the most.

When he looked at the table, he had a sweet pout on his face.

"That's why it took you so long?" his tone was soft, being sad that he is unavailable for some months and that you have to take care of him.

"I'm sorry, I tried to hurry up-"

"No, I should be the one to apologise here, love. You are my girl and I should take care of you.." he interrupted you.

"You take care of me, Pablo. But right now, it's my turn, so shut up, and let's watch this game, okay?"

He smiled at you and kissed your lips shortly, but sweet.

The game was really stressful and Gavi just couldn't stay in place.

He would walk around the room, making all kinds of faces when Barca was missing or losing the ball.

When half the game ended, he tiredly hugged you, telling you how hard it is to watch his favourite football team lose.

"I just want to be on the field, y/n."

"I know, but you have to recover so that you can go there and help them win. Until there, your support is enough, love."

"Enough? They can't even pass the ball cause they lose it!"

You laughed at how his eyebrows were moving, making his face funnier.

You kissed his forehead, hugging him tighter.

The game continued and Barca wasn't getting better than the other half.

Gavi was like a couch at home, yelling at everyone for their mistakes. You were also disappointed that the team wasn't doing much and you couldn't figure it out why they are so bad .

Of course, Pablo had a big impact on the team, but De Jong and Pedri were back.

After what seemed like hours, at 89', Cancelo finally scored a goal, making it 1-1.

Still disappointing, especially since they weren't playing with a big team, but 1 point rather than 0 was a bit better.

You looked at your boyfriend who was stressing out.

"Maybe they can win. It'll be just luck at how bad they played today, anyway."

But they didn't.

Right after the players went to the locker room, Gavi took his phone and started to text everyone on the team.

You were laughing, looking at how serious he was.

He groaned before kissing you, and drinking the water that was on the table, leaving the orange juice just for you.

Oh and how angry he was when the players were taking interviews after.

"Only excuses" he rolled his eyes, making you chuckle.

Oh, how you love this boy.

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hii i have a few questions if that's ok, sorry if they have been answered before! for context i'm a girl (17) with all the typical cis female biology (as far as i'm aware) and a virgin. (pls only answer if this asks on anon)

for 1. is it healthy for my vaginal smell to be like that of yeast? it smells almost bready and i've heard that your diet can strongly affect the way you smell there and does this mean there's foods i should cut down on/prioritise?

2. i tried out anal fingering recently and it feels good but also makes me feel nervous, because it feels not quite painful but stretchy and i've heard that there's higher risks of tears and haemorrhoids i think? also i don't have the "right" anatomy for it. so how do i know at which point to stop with it? i've been very cautious so far but is a certain level of not-quite-pain-but-that-stretchy-intense-feeling normal? also is it worth it to invest in lube? previously i've just used. other bodily liquids. i don't want my parents to know i'm doing this so is it worth it to pass it off as just wanting extra lubrication for other masturbation

3. this might be the one that's tmi. also possibly very gross i'm sorry </3 i've just never seen this brought up Anywhere at all and i'm too anxious to ask or look it up. when i put my fingers in, sometimes i can feel the uhh feces through the back vaginal wall (even when i don't feel the need to use the restroom) and as you can imagine it's super awkward and a huge turn off and frustrating when i'm horny, and that probably means i need to wait a little and use the restroom and masturbate later, right?

hi anon,

1.) a yeasty smell in your vagina is usually considered a sign of thrush, an overgrowth of yeast in the vagina. it can be treated with antifungal medication.

2.) everyone has the right anatomy for anal sex, as long as they have an anus, but it does require care since the tissue inside of the anal cavity tears easily and is prone to infection if damaged. using lube (lots of lube) will help a lot. silicone lube is often preferred for anal sex, but truly any lube is preferable to none and is certainly better than using other bodily fluids, very few of which are appropriate or abundant enough to act sufficiently as lubricant. so will wearing protective latex or nitrile gloves like these, which are available in bulk at most drug stores:

the gloves offer two-fold protection as they smooth the penetration and decrease the risk of tears in your anus and decrease the risk of you harboring any bacteria or fecal matter on your hands that you don't want to spread elsewhere.

3. the thing you're describing is far from unheard of, and is in fact sometimes recommended to help cure constipation!

the body is a lot of processes happening on top of each other simultaneously, and that includes your fecal matter and your vaginal wall. like you already said, if it's an issue that's distracting, just wait to masturbate until you've recently had a bowel movement; there isn't much else to be done for it.

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IT'S NEVER OVER - PROLOGUE (sept. 2005)

summary: if anyone asked sid, he wouldn't say that he liked pittsburgh more after meeting nat. no, that would be absurd.

warnings: short and sweet! (none)

a/n: hi, hello! am i posting this without having finished it? yes. i don't know how long it's going to be but i'm slowly chipping away at it and i'm pretty excited about it. it might even be my favourite series thing i've done so far, and weirdly my first one? i've had the entire thing outlined for months but i've been too busy to even think about posting it, so...here you go! i can't promise posts for this will be regular because the chapters are so long, but i'll try my best to keep you posted! hope you enjoy (a series mastrlist will be out soon too so you can get the gist of where i'm at in the entire process) xo

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(It started with music, but Nat didn’t know that.) 

It was a total accident, a random encounter that Sidney couldn’t possibly have predicted – one that, without exaggerating, changed his life to an extent. On a whim, he’d decided to go into that coffee shop he’d walked past everyday for the past three weeks, and it was also on a whim he actually made it to the counter to order an uncharacteristic coffee – he was newly eighteen, being pulled in all sorts of sports-diet directions, the confinement of which kind of irked him, so to him, buying that coffee was a subtle rebellion.

It was also a complete accident that he’d wandered off to the right after taking his coffee from the counter, instead of left, or forwards, or even backwards.

Sidney wasn’t one to believe in fate or destiny: he believed those terms were too magical – they alluded to some other worldly forces coming into play, and he liked to stick to facts. Coincidences. Accidents. Nevertheless, he did find it almost inexplicable, the way that his life hurtled into a completely different route after a mere forty minutes inside a coffee shop that he’d just spontaneously decided to make a trip of. He couldn’t quite get his head around it all.

To him, it was a coincidence that he’d walked past her table. A coincidence that she happened to be blaring the only song he’d been able to listen to for the last four days. He’d barely made it three steps past her before he froze. 

She was wearing those over-the-ear headphones, the ones with orange sponges from the 80s, plugged into the iPod that had come out a few years back. He recognised it because everyone that had one in his high school before he left never shut up about it. Sidney admittedly did own one at the time, but he never really felt the need to show it off  – it was much easier than lugging around a cassette or CD player with songs burnt in.

The song still had him halting in his tracks and turning around, his body much further ahead than his brain because he had to steady his mug of coffee; his sharp actions had the liquid almost sloshing over the edge, but he managed to catch it just in time.

He wouldn’t have done either of those things: stop and turn, if it had been any other song he’d heard. He was just so taken aback by it – the exact, precise song. 

The girl at the table didn’t pay him a single dime of attention when he froze, despite the fact that his hip was practically nudging her table. She wasn’t even looking in his direction, her eyes gazing out of the window on her right, skipping over empty faces as people walked past. It was clear she was supposed to be doing work of some sorts: there were textbooks, novels, and flashcards scattered across the entire table, a pencil case half emptied with pens strewn all over. She had a pen clutched in the fist she was resting her chin on, not caring for the study cards at all – entirely enamoured by the view. 

Sidney followed her eyes. There wasn’t much to look at, just a street, and her chair was directly facing the side of a retail store, clothes and mannequins displayed in the window. 

In hindsight, Sidney didn’t really know what compelled him to do what he did next.

He couldn’t tell if she was bored and just looking out, not paying attention to the music flowing into her ears, or if she was just so absorbed in what she was hearing that she couldn’t physically bring herself to think about her work – that she’d tuned out the outside world entirely.

What caught his attention the most was the crease between her brows. It drew him to look straight at her; an alluring combination of chestnut hair and pale eyes – though not too pale that they made him uneasy. She was also probably the only person in the establishment that was around his age.

She had impeccable music taste, if he did say so himself.

Yet, he couldn’t shake the inkling that this girl was wholly feeling the brilliance and soul-crushing heartache of Jeff Buckley’s genius – and he found himself hoping she was.

That was why he cleared his throat and took a small step to the other side of the table. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, noting that the cafe was pretty busy, so he knew he could at least try to get away with what he was about to do.

He made sure to tilt his head up, because the hat covering his face would be nothing short of slightly suspicious in a public setting, and it wasn’t until he purposefully knocked into the chair that she flicked her eyes to look at him.

He held his breath, a moment when all they did was look at each other, until the crease in her brows disappeared and she reached to pause her music on her iPod, slowly sliding her earphones off so they rested around her neck. 

“Hi.” 

His assumptions had been correct. She was around his age – her voice was deeper than he’d originally anticipated – and when he found himself slightly closer than before, he was able to make out that she was studying for her SATs. 

It was September.

“Hi.” He replied, forcing a smile that he hoped would convey the apology he felt for intruding on her personal time and in her personal space. Her clutter was all over the table, and he knew that if she was hopefully as kind to strangers as he hoped she’d to be, that it would be somewhat of a hassle to shove some of it away, “I’m really sorry, but there aren’t any other tables free. Would I be able to–”

“Oh, sure.” She interrupted, immediately going to reach to sweep a space clear for him over the other side of the table. Sidney watched with a mildly amused gaze; she didn’t seem to care for the way her flashcards seemed to mix themselves up, or the way her textbooks snapped shut and she lost her page.

She flashed him a welcoming, slightly embarrassed smile as she piled the books on top of each other, and before Sidney knew it, he was sitting in the chair opposite, accidentally knocking their knees together in the process, and sipping from his coffee mug. He fought to maintain the thankful smile on his face, despite the utterly bitter taste of the coffee that seemed to fester on his tongue.

No wonder he’d never tried coffee before, it tasted like dirt.

The girl broke a small chunk of a muffin off, a smile breaking out on her face as she fought a small laugh.

Sidney blushed, “I’m not a big coffee-fan.” He reasoned, shrugging.

“I can tell.” She pressed her lips together momentarily, looking down at the plate before turning her attention back to him. Sidney felt stunned at the colour of her eyes. He’d never seen grey eyes before, but hers seemed to balance more on the green side – only when the sun struck the side of her face, they turned a watery, clear blue. There was also a tinge of brown thrown in there.

What was that called? Heterochromia?

He felt his mouth dry, and before he could stop himself, he was taking another sip of his coffee, this time managing to control the urge to wince, “Thanks for letting me sit here.”

She shrugged, gathering the flashcards and lining them up, “It’s no problem. Sorry for the mess.”

He let his eyes wander over the books once more, the green ‘SATs’ letters jumping out at him, “You got an important date?”

The girl swallowed, not entirely understanding what he meant. That crease formed between her brows again, and she opened her mouth to question him, but Sidney beat her to it, a finger pointing at her stack of books. 

She sighed, “Not entirely, they’re at the end of the school year, but one of my teachers gave us an assignment to get some study material done early.” 

Sidney couldn’t say he understood her stress – it was something displayed across the planes of her face; evident when she looked rather tiredly at the stack of books, and hesitated at the flashcards, before throwing them to the side. She folded her arms across the table, then switched so that her hands were interlocked in front of her.

She looked as though she didn’t quite know what to do with herself, and Sidney couldn’t tell if it was because of the presence of a stranger, or if she was already feeling some sort of academic guilt for throwing her attention away from her studies for a couple of minutes.

He saw her jaw clench, and at that observation, the thought that maybe he was paying a little bit too much attention to her crossed his mind, so he turned his focus to the cup of coffee. He was beginning to feel its effects; his knee was shaking softly under the table and he could feel an influx of energy spark at his fingertips. Or maybe it wasn’t the coffee at all.

He hadn’t thought about hockey for five minutes.

He saw her turn her face towards him out of the corner of his eye, and he looked up, “What about you? Are you in school, or…?” She trailed off, her eyes skimming over the logo that had flashed itself from the safe and unzipped confines of his hoodie. 

He felt his heart quicken at having been caught, worried that perhaps she’d shout out who he was – if she knew – across the entire cafe. He remained optimistic; she didn’t seem the type.

He cleared his throat, “Not anymore.” For some reason he hesitated. He could play off the logo as merchandise – he could be someone other than Sidney Crosby, the New Rookie of the Pens – or he could be honest. When he looked back at her, there was a challenge in her eyes, and Sidney knew then that she already knew who he was. “I just got drafted to the Pens for my first NHL season.”

She sighed, “Can I tell you something?” 

Sidney furrowed his brows, his mouth tilting down in a smile. He was new to the whole ‘local celebrity’ deal, but this by far, is probably one of the least impressed reactions he’d ever had. She clearly knew he wasn’t in school, but had still taken the kind courtesy to ask him the question, despite the futility of it.

He nodded. 

“I only know one Pens player.” Then she pointed to something out of the window, “That banner has been staring at me every week for the past three months.”

Sidney huffed a laugh, thinking she was joking, but followed her finger anyway. He was immediately faced with a street corner, tens of people walking past each other – he could even make out their voices if he concentrated hard enough, and it took a while to figure out what exactly she was pointing at, until his eyes settled on a billboard at least a block down.

He’d been told that for press reasons, the Pens had come up with the idea of a way of promoting him as a player, and a ‘person of Pittsburgh’, by plastering some action shots of him – still staged – around the city. He’d neglected to look up lately, fearing that if he did, he’d be faced with some images of himself, but he hadn’t escaped that entirely.

The billboard was small, and he wasn’t the only player on there, either, but he saw it nonetheless. 

When he spun back around to look at her once more, the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “There’s two other players, not just me.”

She shrugged, “I was talking about Sergei Gonchar.”

Sidney felt the blush colour from his chest to his cheeks as he slowly put his hands over his face, consumed by humiliation. He felt himself smile into his hands when he heard the girl huff a snicker. He’d had quite a few people as of late kissing up to his ego, and apart from his teammates, she was the first one to really deliver a considerable blow – and he was thankful for that; that at least someone still had the ability to look past who he was and tease him like he was a normal person. He was aware of the irony that lay there.

He gathered himself, unabashedly removing his hands and displaying the creeping blush for her to see, and sticking his hand between them, “Sidney Crosby, rookie center for the Pittsburgh Penguins.”

She rolled her eyes, not commenting on the state of his cheeks, her smile fading slightly but still remaining, “I was joking, I know who you are.” She took his hand in hers, gripping it tightly, “Nat Brooks. Student.”

Sidney swallowed, his blush remaining for other reasons, and pulled his hand away, flexing it under the table, “Is Nat short for anything?”

“Natalia.”

“‘S very pretty.” He mumbled, and she smiled sweetly.

“Sidney’s very pretty, too. It suits you.”

Something clenched in his chest.

[wolfs-archive]

"Woah, now I know why you don't drink with us!!!!" || Part 1

Part 2 || Masterlist

Summary: Y/N has a secret crush on Felix. Little did she know he too liked her. All the boys are Y/n's friend as they go to the same college and live under the same roof. The other boys did know of Felix's crush but are clueless about Y/N. Little did the blooming couple know that an anesthesia would be the one bringing them together.

Pairing: NonIdol!Felix X Female!Y/N

Genre: slightly suggestive, fluff maybe, mentions of alcohol, high Y/N

Note: Y/N is sedated, The Felix or his other roommates mentioned here are no where related to the idol Stray Kids and are just a fictional character. Minors DNI please!!!

"Initially we give less dosage of anesthesia to patients who come for the wisdom teeth removal, since Y/N's so sensitive, we had to give her higher dose. So she would be high for some time, and would come to her senses after 8 hours. Meanwhile, if she faces any issues you can tell her to take the prescribed tablets. Also she is advised not to have any spicy or hard food for a week. Only liquid food for an entire day and soft food for the rest of the week." said the Dentist. "Thank you Doctor", Han said as he helped Y/N get up and made her go out . "Y/N, I'll get the medicines and you stay here" he babied her. "Who are you? I do what I want to." Y/N retorted. "Y/n ah, I know you are a brat, but I'll let this pass once, only just because you are under sedation" a triggered Han said as he left her on the chair to get medicines. On his way to the pharmacy, he met Hyunjin. "Han ah, where is Y/N? Chan asked me to tag along in case you needed help". "Bro, I have made her sit on the chair, can you please take a look at her. She is spewing nonsense. Such a menace she is." Han replied. After the medicines were bought, Hyunjin and Han helped Y/N walk on her way to their car. Hyunjin sat in the driver's seat and a staggered Y/N went to occupy the passenger seat. Not even 5 minutes later, she was transferred to the back seat and was made to sit with Han with all the fuss she created. "Chan, we are on the way back and .... Y/N!!! stop pulling my specs" Han yelled and after a heated argument Han relied to Chan about Y/N's diet and the dentist's advise.

Y/N is usually a bubbling extroverted girl. A beautiful girl who is one year younger than I.N. A person with both beauty and brains, had a lot of people courting her, but her eyes laid only on one of her roommate, Lee Felix Yongbok. Being a bratty roommate with others and making fun of everyone with all possibilities, she has always had a soft spot for Felix and has never made fun of him. The others had never doubted this because, she had treated him like how all would treat him. But be it arriving on time for a class, or making any meal, or saving a book she had all done it ready for him. Often the members would have late night outs and parties and she being the only girl was literally treated like a younger sibling and was never allowed for any late night parties. Whenever it would be, just "Saturday Nights" at their dorm, she would always insist on having orange juice or sparkling water rather than alcohol. The members though knew it, that it was because of her lower tolerance level and that she would be difficult to handle, didn't force her. On the other hand, she didn't want to because, she knew she would pour her heart out if she drank and didn't want to miss the friendship she cherished. So, it was only when she was with he girls that she drank. That was how much she loved him.

Similar to Y/N, Felix liked her but didn't open up his heart to her for the fear of loosing her friendship. He kept it to his heart, until one day, where they had a game of truth or dare during their "Saturday Nights" and he confessed to have feelings for a particular girl. Upon closely watching his previous movements, the group concluded that it definitely was Y/N. When he asked how, each of them had their own answers for confirmation. Seungmin said, "I saw you waiting for her after class, to walk along with her to our dorm, even thoug you didn't have class that day". " One night when I went to drink water, I saw you tucking up her bedsheet " Hyunjin replied. "I saw you having her as your wallpaper on your phone" replied Changbin. He also added, "I didn't mean to peak at your phone, remember; when I had asked for your phone to text the professor. It was that time I realised it". "Not to mention, we share the same room and one day I saw you texting her, you slept with your phone. When I tried to keep the phone on the table beside, I saw a notification with Y/N's name along with a light blue heart." replied the youngest. "Don't you think I know the way steal glances of her during our combined sessions?" asked the eldest. "I knew it the moment you told me weeks ago about how you wanted pasta for dinner just because Y/N had a bad day at college. You have never done it for anyone else" said Lee Know. "Remember the one day I borrowed your book for reference? Do you not remember what you had written in it? The entire book had Y/N's name on it just like how a psychopath writes a person's name" said Han "You have been too obvious with it around us. Y/N must be either dumb or must be really clueless about it" he retorted.

Back in the car, when Han cut the call, Y/N "Bro, where is my love? I wanna meet him" she said. An astonished Han, asked who it was for which she replied that he knew him. Hyunjin in the driver's seat replied "I guess Felix is screwed!!!" Meanwhile, "You Quokka like human, where is my love? I want to meet him. Kiss him... Please bring him here." Han knew it wasn't easy and not right either to bring words out from her, so he decided, "Y/N let's play this game 10 questions. I'll ask you 10 questions and you have to answer them honestly. By the time you are done, I'll bring you your love. Deal? " he asked. "Deal" she challenged.

Even after 10 questions, he was not able to find out who it was and had arrived to their dorm. Han and Hyunjin had tricked Y/N into make her believe that they were at her "Love's" home and that she had to go in to see him. As soon as she entered, she started yelling "Lee Felix Yongbok!!!! where are you?". Hearing her voice, Felix came out to see what was going on.... "Come here!!!!" she ordered as she sat on their sofa, pointing her hands, implying him to sit near her. "What is it Y/N?" asked Felix as he sat near her. A wild Y/N, grabbed Felix's shirt by the collar, just leaving a gap of 2 inches between them. She could feel his breath pace take off and her cheeks now tinted with red. With a raspy voice, she said "Do you know how much I love you? Those freckles and the cute smile is definitely the death of me. In the future, if I get married, I want it only with you and our kids will have beautiful freckles just like you" she confessed. Everyone were too stunned to speak at the confession. Meanwhile Hyunjin, "Han, we were so clueless, the entire ride she was talking about.... was it Felix????" Han replied "Now with what she confessed, I think, no conclude that it was definitely Felix." "You know why every time you call me to have drinks I deny? It is because, if I drink, I would pour my heart out. I don't know what is in your mind and if you don't like it, I would crumble into pieces. i wouldn't be even able to face you" she said. Her hands now across his neck as she pulls him in for a deep kiss. Breaking out from the kiss, Felix says" Who said I don't like you? I've always loved you, and will love you. " as he tucked the small fringe of hair behind her ears. " Woah, now I know why you don't drink with us. It's okay." he says, as he carried her to her bedroom.

Idk if y'all want Part 2. But if you want, please feel free to ask it in the comment section.

[eenslaved]

The Lawson Brothers' Cow

The Lawson brothers brought their cow in that morning for her check-up. Jenna had been with the boys a long time; they'd been high school sweethearts way back then and after graduation she'd moved in with them.

Her transformation into their sweet, dumb cow had taken place after she'd turned 21. The three of them had talked about it but Doc Evans had doubts about whether the girl truly understood what it meant, or if she had any inkling of just how far down to subhuman status her owners would want to bring her.

Well she knew now. She was now a 22 year old pregnant cow whose owners kept her locked up and chained, and had decided to breed her just over three months ago. 

The twins brought her in blindfolded, gagged, and collared, her wrists cuffed together behind her back, her ankles hobbled on a short tether. A chain linked her wrists to one of the rings on the stout collar clasping her neck, and it kept her head up and pulled back.

They had her trapped between the two of them, each of them firmly clasping one of her elbows, and they were patient as she took each shuffling, mincing step down the hall to his office, never rushing her, just murmuring soft sounds of praise as they guided her into the clinic.

"Good to see you boys," Doc Evans said, as the twins guided their cow into position for the examination.

Doc Evans took Jenna's weight, blood pressure, and took her temperature rectally. He brought a special scale over and lifted each udder onto it one at a time. They helped her squat for a urine sample, and there was barely any hesitation at all before she released her bladder. The Lawson brothers had been serious and thorough in their work of turning Jenna into her cow. Nowadays she pissed when and where they told her to, no matter who was watching.

The cows were never milked before their check-ups, whether that took place at the clinic or at their homes. Jenna's udders were painfully hard, the long nipples erect. Doc Evans gave each teat a testing pinch before expertly forcing the cow to express a fine spray of milk. He fastened his mouth on each teat and drew in the warm liquid; the taste test was one of his favorite parts of the inspection.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again, your cow produces some of the finest tasting milk in this county," Doc Evans pronounced. "You boys are real strict with her diet, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," one of Jenna's owners replied.

"You can taste the benefits of that."

"Yes, sir, we believe so."

"Now let's get her on the table and take a look at what the ultrasound shows us today."

Cows did not get to sit in a chair like female women did. Jenna knelt on the exam table, the paper crinkling beneath her, as the boys guided her into place. She flattened her udders beneath her as she lowered her forehead to the table, widening her stance for the probe.

"Babe looks good," Doc Evans reported. "Good heartbeat."

Jenna was having a boy, though none of them told her that. She wouldn't know the sex of her child until she gave birth. All discussion of her health and body was held between the doctor and her owners.

"Let's get Jenna hooked up and we can talk in my office while her udders are being drained," Doc Evans said.

They left the blindfolded and bound cow kneeling on a mat on the floor, suction cups attached and drawing forth her milk. Jenna made a few whimpering sounds of relief but then she settled down to wait, grateful they were milking her at last.

Sam and Jacob had told her that they would only fuck her mouth, ass, and udders after she was impregnated, and they had kept their word. They always kept their word. She was so damn horny all the time these days and she really missed having them in her pussy. Yesterday the boys finished their work on the farm early and they spent the extra hour working her over, Sam taking her mouth while Jacob dominated her bottom-hole until not even Sam's cock stuffed in her mouth could silence her squeals of pain. Then they held her down and spread open between the two of them while Sam licked and sucked her throbbing pussy and Jacob played with her udders until milk was leaking and spraying all over her and she was coming like a geyser, having no choice of it at all.

[tainted-red]

Careful.

Part one.

TWS: Smut, Language, Dub con, Threesum.

Summary: Y/n and her best friends have to share a room for a school trip.

Gosh you loved your friends.

If some guy wouldn't take a hint, Your friends would beat his ass. If you felt sad, Your friends would comfort you. If you were bored, your friends would entertain you.

They cared about you more than your parents.

Sure you were the girl of the group. But it didn't matter to them. They would still fight you, your losing was inedible. They talked to you about girl shit, and you gave them good advice.

You were currently on a boat and you and the whole school would taking the a boat to Mexico for a special school trip. Something about the school grade having all student get up to 90%.

You get to share a room with your best friend's.

Rafe Cameron your best friend since middle school. He bought you a slice of pizza since you had no lunch, and ever since then you became besties.

He was the relaxed one, didn't care about any girl besides you. If you need someone to watch a movie with, he's your guy.

Kelce Leroy, you met him in your homeroom in grade 9, he worked with you on a project with Rafe, and you all became a group since then.

He was the more fun one, always on your hip about letting loose. Being cool.

Topper Thorton, you met him at summer camp in grade six. You became close because he picked up all your period products in grade 6.

A bunch of boys thought it would be funny to go through your bag, they through around your pads and embarrassed you. Making you cry. Topper picked up all your stuff and comforted you.

He was the more caring one. Always saying you can talk to him if you need to. He was basically the mom of the group or dad.

It was perfect cause you were the more rebellious one. Always trying to start something.

Kelce cheering you on, Rafe laughing on the side, and topper trying to stop it.

You are a kook. They liked that, more like Rafe did.

You were currently sitting with Rafe and Kelce as Toppee fetched you some drinks.

“I think I'm gonna ask Jj out” You decide “No, he's a pogue Y/n” Rafe rolled his eyes.

“So what. I'm tired of these stupid restrictions you make. He's nice and hot” You giggle.

“He's dirty as well as his Pogue friends. But Rafe didn't you kiss Kiara in like 9th grade?” Kelce reminds us.

“Oh yeah, I remember. Everyone thought you were weird cause she was two years younger” You laugh with Kelce.

“You dared me to” Rafe remarks.

“Cause she was in love with you, Sarah told me” You shrug.

Topper finally returns to us “here I got diet coke y/n, Sprite for Kelce and Water for Rafe” Topper said handing his stuff when he said our names.

We all thanked Topper.

“They said we will be in Mexico in like an hour from now, Mrs trench said were all sharing a room In the hotel” you told them.

“Two beds” you added.

“I ain't sharing a bed with you guys that's gay” Kelce fake gagged.

“Don't be homophobic. I have to share a bed with one of you guys, so I'm the one losing here” you scoff.

“Nose goes” Kelce shouts as he puts his finger on his nose, the other guys doing it as well.

Rafe doing it last “Hah you two have to share a bed” Kelce laughed.

You slapped him lightly on the chest.

“Why don't you guys just do something fair? Or sleep in a different room” You suggest.

“Mr. Kenneth said if he says anyone sneaking around there expelled” Topper buds in.

“How about we race” Rafe proposes to the boys.

“Why don't I have a choice in this? It's my personal space” you argue.

They all turn to me “Fine, Y/n can pick” Rafe grunts.

“Whoever is nicest to me all day can” You establish.

“Easy” Topper chuckles.

Rafe grabs my coke and opens it for you “Would you like me to hold it for you while you drink, your highness” Rafe half-jokes.

“Yes, peasant” you giggle.

He lightly tilts your chin up, slowly pouring the cold liquid into your mouth.

He stops and lets go of me “thank you kind sir” you wink at him.

“Anything for you” Rafe clicks his tongue.

“Would you like me to spit in your mouth? What the fuck was that guys? So sexual” Kelce lets out a deep chuckle.

“Watch it” Rafe warns him.

“Yes daddy” Kelce fake moans.

Causing us to laugh, besides Rafe.

Rafe leans towards my ear “if you don't fucking pick me ill ignore you for a while” Rafe gives notice to you.

He leans back out and smiles at everyone.

This is going to be a long trip.

“Anyways y/n, Kayla wants to talk to you. Something about her dead dog” Topper just now tells you.

You get up and smile at the boys “I'll be back. Next time tell me sooner” I look topper in the eyes “Yeah sorry” he apologises.

You pat him on the back as you walk away.

Hours have past now.

You and the guys were finally in the bedroom “So who is it y/n?” Topper asks, sitting on the bed beside you.

“Um I chose Rafe” You huff.

“Seriously, I gave you a foot massage y/n” Kelce shouts “Yeah and I carried you all day” Topper reminds me.

Standing up, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Sorry but Rafe did buy me that necklace” You shrug.

“Whatever. Mine as well suck his dick y/n” Kelce mutters.

“Fuck off. You have to share a bed with topper loser” you shout while fake laughing.

“That's it. I'm sleeping on the floor” Kelce sniffs.

“What's so bad about me” Topper asks.

“Nothing he just doesn't wanna” you shrug.

Rafe gets on the left side of the bed, laying down.

Kelce grabs a blanket and pillow and the remote.

Turning on sponge bob SquarePants.

You lay down beside Rafe facing him.

“Thank you y/n” He smiles at you, cupping your face “Thank you for the necklace. It's beautiful” You smile back.

He slowly leans in, lightly kissing your check.

Then kissing all over your head.

He started to playfully fight with you.

He pins you down and starts to tickle you, laughter screaming out of your mouth.

“Rafe- Stop- I can't breath” you wheeze.

He stops tickling you.

You catch your breath and somehow end up on top of him.

Attempting to tickle him “you forgot I'm not ticklish” Rafe licks his upper lip.

Placing his hands on your hips.

Slowly making you grind on him.

“Stop Rafe- we can get caught” You whisper.

“Let them watch” Rafe smirks.

Making you go faster.

Catching the eye of kelce “Ayo, what are you guys doing?” Kelce shouts while laughing.

Sure I made out with the guys sometimes. But usually nothing like this. I only once got to second base with Kelce. We were both very drunk.

“You guys having sex?” kelce asks, getting up.

Topper now turned over looking at us.

“No guys just having some fun” You laugh.

Rafe groaning beneath you.

“Let me join babe” Kelce jokes.

Suddenly Rafe tugs on your shirt. You take it off, throwing it on the floor.

Rafe smiles at your body. Getting harder under you.

“Oh shit. Real-life porn” Kelce laughs.

“Come here Kelce” You giggle.

Getting off Rafe.

Kelce sits on the bed and you push him down.

Taking off his shirt, crawling on top of him.

“Your so hot” kelce groans.

You kiss his stomach up to his neck, licking up to his ear lobe.

“Can I suck your dick in front of them” I whisper in his ear, lightly biting the lobe of his ear.

“Yes Miss” Kelce smirks.

You go on your knees in front of him.

Sliding his pants down, playing with the bulge in his boxers.

Rafe goes behind you and starts to kiss down your neck. Unclipping your bra.

“Can I fuck you y/n” Rafe asks.

“Yes” You moan as he dry humps you.

Rafe takes off his pants and slips off your shorts.

“Seriously, in front of me guys,” Topper complains.

“Come here then” you moan.

Topper quickly gets off the bed running to your side.

“How can I include you” You moan as Rafe snaps his hips into you.

You pull down kelce boxers. Stroking him slowly.

“Can I just watch? Maybe record” Topper requests.

“Fine” You groan.

You start to take kelce inside your mouth.

Topper gets his phone and starts to record “If you show anyone this ill fucking kill you topper” Rafe grunts.

“Yes I know, it's just for us” He smirks. Slowly jerking himself off.

You bob your head vastly for kelce, and grind on Rafe as he slams into you.

“I'm gonna cum” Kelce groans, gripping the bed sheets.

You felt him twitch in your mouth then liquid hit your throat.

You go slow letting him get off his high.

He gets up watching you swallow all of his cum.

“Gosh, you're so perfect y/n” Rafe hissed as he slams inside your pussy.

You felt your climax build up as he said that.

He starts to rub your clit in circular motion.

“Fuck Rafe- don't stop” You whimper.

You felt your legs go numb as you came all over him.

With a few more bucks he pulls out and cums all over your back.

Letting you catch your breath. Rafe then offers “Come on, we're gonna get you clean”.

He picks you up with the boys behind you.

Rafe runs the bath water and places you in it “Find some soap” Rafe demands.

Topper looks around and finds a little bottle of bubble bath, Rafe adds it to the water. Creating bubbles in the water.

“Thank you” You smile at Rafe “Get washed then we're gonna watch some movies order food and cuddle” Rafe lights up a candle.

Rafe made this all worth it.

[sknnytarot]

Long distance boyfriend thinspo imagine

It’s time, it’s really time. After waiting months, it’s finally time for my long distance boyfriend to come visit me. This is something I’ve been looking forward too, for the longest time now. About 9 months in the making, this was a huge decision that I had to work my way towards, as did he. This is so exciting.

Since we started talking about him coming to visit, since about 2 months into the relationship, I’ve been wanting to look my best for when that day did come. To start with, I weighed about 150 pounds around when we started talking. I was honest with him that I wasn’t okay with my body or with how fat I looked, and even though he tried telling me that he ‘likes bigger girls’, that only fueled my motivation even more to lose weight.

At first, I only wanted to lose maybe 20 pounds, get to 130 and be fine there. But that only took about 1.5 months to get there and it still didn’t feel like I’d lost enough weight. So my next goal was 110 pounds, 20 more lost. I started working out as much as I could, 3x a week at the time, and I started a low restriction diet as I wasn’t new to liquid fasting or eating a little during the day and nothing else. The highest I went calorie wise was 500 calories total and even that started to seem like it was just too much.

Once I reached 110 pounds, I could fit into some smaller pairs of jeans and they defined my now smaller waist. Definitely a lot smaller than 40 pounds ago, but when I looked in the mirror, I still saw a sloppy bag of fat…my reflection. 110 pounds definitely wasn’t good enough for me, so why would it be good enough for him to see in person? I decided I’d start losing weight until I was comfortable with how I looked, even though I knew I might never get there.

As the days passed, with me eating less than 500 calories every day while still working out on top of that, plus working a physical job and eating only fruits and vegetables and eggs for protein, I started to lose weight at a steady but fast pace. Soon enough, I’d lost 10 pounds more and weighed in at 100 pounds. ‘Just a little more’ I thought to myself. Maybe 5 pounds.

I lost those 5 pounds, then decided on 10 more and I’d be done. I had to get back in control of my weight so I didn’t end up dead before getting to meet him. It had been 4 months since we’d first started talking about him coming to visit me, from 4,000 miles away. That meant that I only had 3 months or so left to reach my goal weight and maintain it to regulate my body to that weight. After doing some research, I figured that the perfect BMI for me is 16.1…basically an underweight BMI.

I started to lose the last 10 pounds, bringing me down to 85 pounds total. That took me about a month, so that meant I had 2 months left to work on maintaining that weight so I could eat a little bit more when he came to visit so he wouldn’t get suspicious of me not eating as much as a normal person. I knew it wasn’t healthy to lose weight this way, and if I wasn’t careful enough, that I’d balloon back to my starting weight.

The two months flew past so quickly you’d only think it had been 2 weeks. I was looking forward to him coming to visit me and seeing my new body. I’d only sent him pictures of my face, and only my body when I was wearing super baggy clothes so he couldn’t see what I actually looked like before the big reveal. I’d lost about 65 pounds total, and that’s such a huge difference. I now have a thigh gap, a tiny waist, my ribs show, my collarbones and chest bones are so defined, and people treat me so amazingly nice it’s definitely a skinny privilege.

I drove to the airport to go pick him up as his flight was going to land in about an hour…okay so maybe I’d gotten there a bit early, but who could blame me? I was super excited. I waited the entire hour by walking around the airport, getting in as many steps as I could, counting the calories I burned. After the hour was up, I went to the gate he’d be landing at, and I held up the handmade sign I had for him so he could see it and I could hide behind it at first.

As the plane landed, and as people started filing off, I didn’t see him at all. As more people started to come off the plane, I was starting to get really worried, but then….then I saw his face through the crowd of people. He was looking around for me, and I shook the sign slightly, calling his name, and he finally noticed me.

His jaw dropped as he saw my dyed blonde hair, my big doe eyes, my sharp jawline. I laughed slightly to myself, starting to walk towards him. A few steps in and I couldn’t control my excitement or my pace anymore, and I started to run towards him. I got to him, jumped into his arms, and to my joy he was able to pick me up like nothing and spin me around.

“You’re so tiny love, I almost couldn’t see you behind the sign. You’ve lost so much weight from the pictures you sent me, I’m so proud of you. We’ve gotta take a picture and show our size difference for sure, you look absolutely tiny next to me, so small I could snap you like a twig” he said, looking me up and down, eyes scanning my entire body.

I made sure to dress super cute today, in something that defined my body shape. A pair of skinny jeans that were high waisted, a long sleeved crop top that showed my stomach at a perfect length, and a choker necklace to accentuate my slim neck. I had my blonde hair up in a ponytail to show off my sharp jawline, and I did a small amount of makeup because I didn’t want to clog my pores because I’d put in so much work to get my skin as clear as it was by doing my skincare routine every single day.

I hugged him again once he’d put me down, and then we started walking towards the exit. We got in my car, and I drove us back to my apartment, so we could enjoy the next 2 weeks he was here together, and I’d gotten off of work for this as well. I’m so excited to be able to spend the time with him, dressing however I want, knowing I look like I deserve a boyfriend so perfect for me. We were perfect together, and I loved knowing that.

[myfanstories]

My sweet, sweet Snow

~ Jake Seresin (hangman) x fem!reader (Snow White)

Summary: Snow White has always spend her birthday alone, no one could convince her to let go of the pathetic tradition, not even her best friends... but she's willing to give up her tradition to spend time with her not so boyfriend, but also boyfriend Hangman. Except he doesnt make a move to plan something for her birthday... or so she thinks. Because while Snow is sulking on her birthday all day, Hangman is trying his hardest to give her the birthday surprise she will hopefully always remember.

A/N: I've recently become obsessed with Top Gun and I couldnt get this off my mind!! Its based of one of my favorite new girl scenes :) Also English isnt my first language so I apologise for any mistakes. And also this is just pure fluff it made me sick... I might open my requests for a while but just for topgun but idk, kinda scared so feel free to give me some feedback!!

“Got anything planned for your birthday tomorrow, Snow?” looking up at Mickey, you sighed lightly, shaking your head no and giving him a sheepish smile “No, I’m not really a birthday party kinda person so I think I’ll just do what I always do. But thanks for remembering that its my birthday tomor-” a deep groan sounded from beside you and as you look up looked at Rooster he rolled his eyes at you, hard. As you played with the rim of your drink, a soft laugh escaped your lips “What?” Rooster looked at Mickey and sighed “Ever since I’ve known our precious Snow White over here, she does the same freaking thing for her birthday. I’ve known you for what, like 4 years now?” “5” You corrected as he pointed a finger at you “5 years now and we’ve never celebrated your birthday together… you always do the same thing” leaning back in your chair Mickey looked at you with a confused but curious look on his face “Which is?” and just as you were about to reveal your annual birthy tradition, a deep and confident voice spoke from beside you “Going to the movies, eating nacho’s covered in spicy salsa, salty popcorn and a large diet coke on the side” looking up, Hangman winked at you “Snow White please, just for once.. let us plan something for you” Rooster begged “Well I think its kinda cute” Mickey shot back and you lightly slapped your hands on the table they were sitting at “Thank you Fanboy” a soft wince escaped fanboy’s lips “But its also very pathetic” a soft blow landed on Fanboy’s shoulder as he jumped back slightly with a laugh, just avoiding the second round of slaps as you raised your hand again “I just like my little tradition okay? Growing up I always got my hopes high for my birthday but when my parents failed to provide each year I made an agreement with myself to let my birthday be a little self pity party” you explained “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need a refill”

As the young aviator stood up and walked over to the bar Rooster turned to Hangman with a slight smile on his face “She doesnt have a single clue about the surprise party tomorrow its gonna be great man” Hangman let his gaze fall on the girl at the bar, just as you turned back to him shooting him a wink, waiting for your drink “You think she’ll like it?” Ever since that one faithful and drunken night a couple weeks ago (where a ridiculous amount of tequila had been involved which led to a very sloppy, drunken but very real kiss) you and Hangman were attached to the hip. There was no denying the two of you were ever anything less then hopelessly in love with each other and it turns out tequila was all the liquid courage both of you needed “I’m not gonna lie, I think she might pass out” Phoenix added as she joined the small group, Mickey cleared his throat as a sign you were walking back from the bar and Rooster quickly picked up a conversation with Phoenix and Fanboy as Hangman put his arm out for the girl to walk into, you gladly accepted his offer with a smile and leaned into his side. Since that first kiss you both obviously knew you liked each other… a lot. But you cant escape the elephant in the room, one Hangman was slowly starting to pick up on “You good?” He questioned and you nodded, removing a few misplaced hairs from his forehead “Perfect” Hangman leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the side of your head as a tiny blush formed on your cheeks “Gross, Hangman as your boyfriend is the biggest ick I’ve ever seen” Rooster commented and you rolled your eyes jokingly “He’s not my boyfriend” you spoke, turning to Hangman who had a confused but amused look on his face “they just dont get it” “Why would they?” Hangman agreed with a soft laugh “You sleep at mine tonight, right baby?” You asked, earning a laugh from the group “Ofcourse baby” Rooster made a gagging noise as Hangman pulled you closer to him. Smiling at him your heart couldnt help but ache a little. He may act like your boyfriend, treat you like his girlfriend but every day you’re confronted with the fact that you’ve never had the “what are we” talk. Sure, the person currently in space could see how in love the man was with you but still… a little reassurance from time to time would be nice.. it also didnt help the fact he hasnt once asked you if you would maybe consider spending your birthday with him instead of going to the movies alone.

After a few more hours of laughs and a couple more drinks you and Hangman decided to call it a night and head back to your place.

Turning off the light in the bathroom you made your way over to the bed. Crawling next to Jake who was on his side, with his back turned to you scrolling on his phone. A loud squeel you never expected to come out of Jake’s mouth escaped his lips as you placed your hands against his bare waist. Pausing for a second, you blinked a couple of times before a loud laugh sounded from your mouth “what was that?!” “Your hands woman! They’re so cold” you continued laughing as you curled yourself up next to him “Oh yeah? Wait till you feel my feet” and just as he was about to protest your feet made contact against his back and he quickly turned around, pushing you away slightly as another squeel escaped him. Your laugh’s were cut off by a gasp from Hangman as he looked over at the nightstand next to you “What?” You questioned, looking over to see the time on the tiny clock places on a stack of books next to you. You read the time and a small smile made its way to your face, 00:02. As your face was being pampered with kisses you couldnt help but giggle as Hangmans hand was wrapped slightly around your throat to keep your head in place. He paused for a second, hand still in the same position and looked you at you with sparkling eyes “Happy birthday my sweet sweet Snow” you smiled wide “Thank you my sweet sweet Hangman” leaning in he placed a very soft kiss on your lips, one you could only describe as one full of love but the loving kiss quickly turned into a more deeper, passionate one. You could feel the grip Jake had on your neck get a little thighter and you couldn’t help yourself as a soft moan escaped your lips. And lets just say, after that… you might have had the best start of a birthday in a very very long time.

Morning came way quicker than you had anticipated when a slight shift in the bed made you open your eyes. They quickly closed again, not having the strenght to get up yet but then sound of your phone dragged you out of your sleepy state. Grabbing your phone, you tapped on the screen revealing the time, 9:23. You groaned softly and rolled over to the side, expecting Jake to be snoring next to you softly but you were met with an empty left side. Tapping your phone again you could see you already had 6 messages in your Dagger Squad group chat, one from Penny, a missed call from your mom and a message from your brother. Just as you were about to open the text chat of you and Jake his name popped up on top of your screen. You sighed as you read the message.

Jake&lt;3: got called into base last minute… see you after work???

You: Oh?? Something I can help with?

Jake&lt;3: No, I’m with Javy and Mav!! What time does your movie start again?

You: starts at 5

Jake&lt;3: okay my sweet girl!!! Enjoy the movie and I’ll drop by after okay? Happy bday ❤️❤️❤️

Opening the squad’s groupchat you smiled at all the kind and somewhat inappropriate birthday messages from some people.

And to think this time for the last couple of years you were bawling your eyes out first thing in the morning… you couldn’t actually remember the last time you felt somewhat happy on your birthday but this group, this family, they were something else. Something worth smiling on your birthday for. The only thing bothering you right now was the fact that Jake wasnt here. You obviously didnt expect him to stay with you all day, but you also kind of expected him to have something planned for your birthday. But then again, this was a good reminder to yourself that your birthday was still the most lonely day of the year for you and it honestly didnt feel like it was gonna change soon. On the other hand, you were glad Jake was respecting the wishes he thought you had, which was to be alone, and then meet up later. But little did you know Jake was currently freaking out because someone decided to fuck up the birthday cake.

“You had one job Rooster… one job” Payback hissed as he looked over his shoulder seeing Jake walk over to them “I’m sorry okay?! I must have send the bakery the wrong picture” Jake frowned at the sight in front of him as Payback and Rooster obviously had a frustrating and hushed conversation going on “Everything okay here?” Payback pinched the bridge of his nose and Rooster swallowed hard “I’m sorry” he whispered, opening the box of the cake to reveal it to the aviator in front of him who’s smile dropped in an instant at the sight in front of him “Rooster” Bradley hummed in response, suddenly afraid to speak up “Walk away please” Hangmans tone was calm, way too calm “Look we can-“ “Walk away please I’m so serious or I’m gonna hurt you” Rooster lowered his head in defeat, earning a pat from Payback on his back as he left the two men standing there “Payback… what are our bare asses doing on Snow's birthday cake” he could recognize the picture from a mile away because he too was butt ass naked in the picture, in fact if it wasnt a birthday cake for the love of his life he would have thought this was freaking hilarious and would be on the floor, howling “We’ll just cover the butts with some frosting its fine” Payback quickly responded “Ayo! Decorations are ready, Phoenix has the hard drive and Bob is-“ Javy’s voice suddenly went quiet as he looked at the cake on the table “If you laugh, I will sucker punch you” Jake warned and Javy slapped his hand on his mouth to keep himself from laughing and cleared his throat “Thats so fucked up man” his voice cracking at the end of his sentence as Jake slowly turned his head to his Wingman “Fix. It” he growled before turning his back on the two men and walking away. Grabbing his phone out of his backpocket he noticed a few texts from the birthday girl but as he was about to answer he passed Rooster “Chill out man its gonna b- oomph” a loud groan escaped Rooster’s lips as Jake punched him square in the sack. Falling on his knees he winced slightly, speaking up with a squeeky voice “I deserved that”

Time passed slowly today as you finally made your way to the downtown theatre, a sigh softly escaped your lips as the girl on the other side of the phone made her last attempt to get you to come out with her “We’ll celebrate it another time, its fine!” You spoke into the phone, just as you paused in front of the steps of the cinema “And honestly.. I think this is gonna sound ridiculous but.. I kind of had my hopes up that I would be spending the day with Jake you know. But then again, he’s not my boyfriend so I dont know why I got my hopes up in the first place” “Okay first of all, its not ridiculous. I too would expect my BOYFRIEND to plan something for me, so I would be frustrated as well” Phoenix put extra emphasis on the word boyfriend, making you smile “Second of all, he is your freaking boyfriend! I jokingly overheard him calling you his wife to some of the student aviators the other day but honestly I don’t really think he was joking that much. But if its that important to you that you officially put labels on it, why dont you just ask him?” “I dont know Nix.. anyway, I’m at the movies right now. I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” As they bid their goodbye’s to each other, you made your way to the front of the cinema. Paying for your ticket, grabbing your snacks of choice you found a good seat not to close and not too far away from the big screen. You were kinda surprised the theatre would be this busy at 5 in the afternoon, but didnt put any further thought into it.

Looking at your phone one more time you noticed Jake didnt answer any of your text messages you send to him throughout the day, which kinda made your heart sink for a second. Turning it on silent, you sighed and popped a nacho in your mouth as the lights slightly dimmed and the screen lit up. A familiar voice suddenly boomed through the speakers and you almost spit out your drink as the face of the one and only Jake Seresin popped up on the screen “What?” You quietly mumbled, confusion taking over

“Hey Y/N, its Jake… you obviously know that but uh, I know this is what you do every year on your birthday by yourself but I just thought this year you might want a little company”

“You mind if I sit down?” Tearing your eyes away from the screen you looked up to see Jake standing next to you “Oh my god” you just whispered and he sat down, a smile on his face as he put his arm around you pulling you a bit closer. You interwined your right hand with the one he placed over your right shoulder and he gave it a light squeeze “Look under the seat and read the paper, I’ll wait” Movie-Jake called and you moved your snacks to the empty chair next to you and felt under the seat, reaching for a piece of paper “How did you know I was gonna sit here?” You whispered “We put one under every seat but you gotta go fast because of the timing” he whispered fast and you scanned the piece of paper in your hands “My name is Snow and I’m never afraid to deliver you a blow. I’m the best at dogfight and I cant see so lets turn on the light” suddenly the lights of the theathre went on and you were met with several people jumping up from their chair. A gasp escaped your lips as you scanned the room, tears slowly forming its way into your eyes. The dagger squad was here, throwing confetti at you while cheering. You also noticed Mav and Penny holding some balloons and even Hondo was here with a birthday hat on. You laughed at the sight of them and Jake stood up sushing them “Quiet! Quiet, timing guys” you locked eyes with Phoenix as they all sat back down again, the theatre lights dimming again and she winked at you.

Across the screen came with big letters “Happy birthday Snow” with snowflakes falling in the background on the screen, Roosters dramatic voice boomed through the speakers “In the beginning there was nothing and then there was light and dark and birds and oceans and stuff and then there was Y/N” fireworks popped up on the screen and you looked over at Rooster who was smiling proudly at the screen. Then suddenly Phoenix popped up

“What do I think when I think of Y/N?” It popped over to Bob “What do I think when I think of Y/N” then Mav “What do I think when I think of Y/N” and then Phoenix again “I think of warmth, dance parties, friendship, tequila and love, so much love. She’s my best friend and I thank my lucky stars everyday she walked into my life” silent tears were streaming down your face as you looked up at the screen in admiration. Coyote was next “Honestly, I just think of love. I remember hearing her call sign before I met her and I thought it meant she was cold as ice but turns out, she’s just a real life princess” “When I think of Y/N I think of uh- her eyes cuz she has glasses sometimes and uh she has the hair thing you know… I feel like I’m doing this wrong?” you laughed at Bob, whiping away some fallen tears “Snow does not like being tackled” Fanboy said earning a laugh from the theatre full of friends “When I think of her I just feel love, she never fails to make me smile and has been there for me every step of the way. Sometimes I dont think we deserve her. She takes care of us, will literally physically fight anyone for us and will never let me or the rest of the squad down. On the ground and in the air as my wingwoman. In a very platonic way, she’s the love of my life” Rooster said and now you were just full on sobbing as the rest of the messages played on the screen, but the best one was yet to come. Meanwhile Jake was looking over at you, his nerves were building up as he knew his message would pop up next. “Y/N, when I think of you I think of all the ways you have made all of us a better person. But especially me. The first time I knew I was a goner was when you threw your helmet at me when I left you hanging in the air on one of our first practice runs together. As you were screaming at me saying how I was selfish for putting the rest of the squad in danger I could only think of one thing and that was the fact I felt my heart stop for a moment and then my brain told my body, so this is what love feels like. I was also thinking about how hot you looked screaming at me but thats beside the point” soft laughs were heard from the audience as you shook your head “Y/N, my sweet sweet Snow, my love… you are the very not platonic love of my life and I pinch myself everyday because I still cannot believe I’m so lucky to call myself your boyfriend. Happy birthday” the lights went back on as the door to the theatre opened, Rooster walking in with a cake in his extended arms as the theatre began to stand up and sing for you. Jake stood up with a smile and turned to you but noticed you didnt move. Just staring at your hands as silent sobs escaped your body. Worried, he sat back down next to you and moved your hair out of the way with his one hand while grabbing your legs with the other “Hey? Everything okay?” He whispered, the people around you still wildly singing happy birthday. With teary eyes you looked up at him “You called yourself my boyfriend” you said between sobs and he chuckled lightly “I am your boyfriend” he stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You threw your hands around his neck and pulled him into a very tight hug, still sniffing tears “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you” as you pulled back, you grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hard. You could feel him smile into the kiss and as you let go he grabbed your hand and helped you stand up as Rooster made its way over to you with the birthday cake. You blew out the candles and while looking around the room, your heart was bursting with love as you scanned the people present. You truly had the best family in the entire world and no one could convince you otherwise

“Rooster, why is your bare ass staring at me on my birthday cake?”

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Not About You - 45

Damon Salvatore x ofc

Lucy sat on the sofa in Ric's apartment drinking a blood bag as she watched Nik feed Stefan bag after bag. Stefan stuck to the bunny diet so he didn’t turn ripper but this was the price for the cure for Damon. She hated it, but it was between the two of them.

Stefan shifted his gaze between her and Niklaus. "Why did you do it?" His voice was rough, broken

She frowned, not liking when he was upset. "Why did he do what, Stefan?" 

Nik’s gaze shot to her before settling back on the Salvatore. The hybrid tilted his head and clicked his tongue. "I wouldn't if I were you, mate. Might make things messy."

Stefan looked torn, but kept his mouth shut. Nik held out another bag of blood. "Stay here and live your life, or embrace what you truly are and come with me. Ten years and you save your brother. What's ten years in the life of a vampire, Ripper?"

Lucy chewed at her lip. This whole thing didn't feel right. Stefan didn't want this. Sure, Damon needed Nik's blood but surely there were other ways to get it. Other things he would negotiate for. As if sensing her unease, Nik turned to her with a smile. "Don't worry about any of this, love. Everything will work out just as it's meant to."

He was right. She worried too much. Stefan could make his own choices. Which he did when he snatched another bag of blood from Nik's hand and ripped the top off before squeezing the contents down his throat.

  "Do me a favor, love. Take some of my blood to Damon so he can get over that pesky bite while I talk to our friend here. He's going on a little trip with us."

"If we're going on a trip, shouldn't I pack?"

Nik smiled at her. "Don’t waste the time. We’ll buy what we need on the road.”

She nodded and watched as he drained some of his blood into a bottle. He put a stopper in the top and held it out to her, pulling it back as she reached for it. "Now listen, sweetheart. You do whatever you need to return to me, yeah? If Damon tries to stop you, you tell him that I will kill his brother if you aren't back here within the hour."

Her eyes darted between her love and her friend. "You wouldn't really kill Stefan would you?"

"If that's what it took to get my girl back? Absolutely." He laid a hand against her cheek. "Make sure you give Damon my regards before you come back to me, all right? Oh, and before I forget it's best to leave Elijah daggered for now. I'm afraid he wouldn't agree with some of my plans."

She nodded and held her hand out for the bottle. He laid it across her palm with a smile. "I'd hurry, love. I doubt he has much time left."

***

Lucy sped to the boarding house and let herself in. She listened and heard a soft murmur of voices coming from Damon's room. She leaned against the door frame and watched Elena give Damon a soft kiss. A pang of jealousy made Lucy frown. She shouldn't care who Damon kissed. She had Nik after all. He jerked his face away from Elena. "You're not Lucy." 

"Yeah, well Lucy's not here, is she?" Elena said sounding bitter. 

"Actually I am," Lucy spoke up. "I see Elijah’s elixir worked. Why are you here?”

The girl snapped around, her eyes wide in surprise. "Caroline’s out looking for you and Stefan. She asked me to stay with him.”

"Lucy?" Damon sounded just this side of dead. 

She moved over to the bed and smiled at him. "I'm here, Damon. I brought Nik's blood." She opened the bottle and poured the thick liquid into Damon's mouth. It only took a minute for him to start looking better. 

His hands grasped her arms. "Where in the hell have you been?" His blue eyes studied her, making her feel uncomfortable. Guilty.

She stepped back, pulling her arms from his still weak grip. "I was with Nik. Where else would I be?"

"Nik?" Elena asked from behind her. "You mean Klaus."

Lucy nodded. 

"Why did you call him that?”

Lucy arched a brow and looked her over. "What business is it of yours what I call my boyfriend?”

Damon struggled to sit up in the bed. “What did you just say?”

Her brow furrowed. “What?”

He stood slowly and she automatically reached out a hand to steady him. He looked better than he did when she arrived but not great. He frowned, looking at her like something was wrong with her. "This is a joke, right? Because you saw Elena kissing me. That wasn’t what it looked like.”

Elena scoffed and Lucy ignored her. “Why should I care what you do or who you do it with, Damon. As long as you’re happy.”

“You're what makes me happy, Lucy. Just you."

Her cheeks flushed. "I'm sorry, Damon. You’re a great friend, but I love Nik."

His eyes went wide and stepped closer to her. He grasped her hand in his and lifted it to his lips, his eyes staying locked with hers. She tilted her head as she tried to figure out what he was doing. He turned her hand and quickly bit her wrist before drawing away with a hiss. "No vervain. Son of a bitch. He compelled you."

Lucy sighed. "Don't be ridiculous, Damon. He wouldn’t do that. I won't tell him you bit me. That would only piss him off."

"If you love him, why do you care if I piss him off?"

She frowned. "You're still my friend. Just because I don't love you doesn't mean I don't care about you."

His eyes slipped closed and he grimaced.

"Are you okay? Does the bite hurt?"

"The bite's fine, baby." He raked a hand through his hair. "Where's Elijah?"

"He's daggered for right now. It's for the best," she answered without thought.

Damon dropped his hands on her shoulders and gave her a little shake. "Listen to yourself, Lucy. Does any of this sound like you? Snap out of it."

She stepped out from under his hands. "Stop it, Damon. Just stop."

"Where is Stefan?" Elena asked. 

Lucy's eyes darted to the girl. "He's going on a trip with me and Nik. It was the payment for the cure."

A muscle twitched in Damon's jaw. "A trip? Like hell. You're not going anywhere, Luce. Not until I fix this." He reached for her again and she twisted away from him. 

"There's nothing to fix. I had a certain amount of time to bring you the cure and get back. If I don't, he'll kill Stefan."

His hand dropped and tears pooled in his eyes. "And this is who you love? Come on, Lucy. Fight this."

She shook her head again and took another step away from him. He sounded so upset. It hurt her heart. "I have to go. I need to leave right now."

She paused in the doorway to find Elena looking confused and Damon utterly lost. She needed to get back to Nik. She was afraid if she stayed any longer, she wouldn't leave. That didn't seem right but she shoved the thought away and gave Damon a small smile. "Nik wanted me to be sure to give you his regards before I left."

With that, she turned and sped away from the room. As she reached the front door of the boarding house she heard Damon release a yell of pure anger and anguish. The sound tore through her but she forced herself not to turn around. She had somewhere she needed to be.

***

Months passed as they traveled from one side of the country to the other chasing rumors of wolfpacks. Lucy only aided on the periphery, Nik not wanting to endanger her in anyway. It was sweet in a way. He was always very sweet to her and truth be told, she was getting rather tired of it. They shared a bed, but Stefan was always in the same room with them. They cuddled but Nik wouldn’t even kiss her on the lips anymore. It certainly wasn’t the way she ever expected the Original hybrid to act.

She forced the thoughts from her head and focused on a blonde woman as she stepped from her house and called for her dog.  

"Hey, hi," Lucy called as she stepped from the shadows and walked across the yard. "Man, am I glad to see you. I got in a fight with my boyfriend a couple of miles back and he kicked me out of the car. I don't even know where I am and yours is the first house I've came to. Can I use your phone?"

"Don't you have a cell phone?"

"It's in the car along with my purse. Asshole."

The girl frowned but nodded. "All right. Stay here. I'll bring the phone to you."

"I’d hoped to come in for a minute,” Lucy countered.

The woman immediately shook her head in denial.

Nik stepped into view. "I thought you country folk were supposed to be more trusting."

She took a step back and looked between the two vampires. "I'm from Florida."

"Well, that explains it," Nik said before grabbing the woman by her throat. "Now how about you show me a little southern hospitality, sweet pea." He glanced over at Lucy. "You wait in the car, sweetheart. I'll be along shortly."

Lucy nodded feeling uneasy at leaving the woman to suffer whatever Nik had planned but she brushed it off. He knew what was best. 

Shortly after the screaming began, Nik returned to the car. "Hello, Love." He grinned as he slid behind the wheel. 

Lucy slid closer to him, wishing she could just shut the screaming out. He looped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer before pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

"We're going to have to make another stop. I believe I've finally found my wolf.”

She smiled up at him. "That's great." Nerves fluttered in her belly but she sucked in a breath to steel herself. "I wanted to ask you something.”

When she didn’t immediately continue, he placed a hand under her chin and lifted it so he could meet her gaze. "What is it, sweetheart?"

She laid her hand against the side of his face. "Next time we stop at a hotel can we get our own room? You know, so we can have some privacy?"

Nik sighed and pulled away from her. "I've told you before I respect you too much to simply bed you. We have all the time in the world. Be patient, love.”

A voice inside of her screamed that he was lying. That nothing he said was the truth. "So marry me.”

He turned to her with wide eyes, looking a little pale. "What?"

"If it’s about respect, marry me first. I love you, you love me. Why wait?”

"You don't want that, Lucy. Not really." He grabbed her hand and ran his thumb over the back of it. "We’ll discuss this after I find my wolves."

She turned from him to stare out the window. There was something going on with him and Lucy didn't like it. Instead of their relationship becoming more intimate, it seemed to be heading in the opposite direction. Hugs and forehead kisses weren’t exactly her idea of a good time. It was almost as if he was falling out of love with her.

***

Damon glanced up at the house as Lexi pulled to a stop. Another lead, another likely dead end, but he had to try. His phone rang and he declined the call when he saw Caroline’s name. Caroline wanted to find Stefan but so far, she’d been following his lead. Neither Stefan nor Lucy would ever forgive him if something happened to the blonde. He’d been doing his best to keep her distracted. He’d even encouraged her to throw Elena a birthday party at the house. He groaned at the reminder. Just what he wanted, a house full of teenagers. All Damon wanted to do was find Lucy. If he found Stefan with her, even better. 

"It's quiet," Lexi said and Damon glanced at her. 

He agreed with a nod and headed for the house. Once he opened the door and could step over the threshold, he knew everyone was dead. If he hadn't already realized, the blood splashed across the walls and floor would have been a fairly decent indicator.

They found the girls sitting on the couch, dead and pieced back together. This had his brother written all over it. 

"Stefan for sure," Lexi said. 

"Stefan for sure," Damon repeated.

“Lucy?" 

He shook his head. "Never. Not like this."

"She's under Klaus's control, Damon. You don't know what he's made her do."

Damon nudged one of the bodies with his foot and the head rolled off onto the floor. He swallowed past the lump in his throat knowing the other vampire was right but still refusing to believe his girl had anything to do with this. 

***

Lucy sat outside the bar not wanting to watch Stefan torture the werewolf. After a while, she wandered inside looking for Nik to check in only to see him talking a brunette. Lucy frowned and stayed back, listening to the conversation as Stefan approached the hybrid.

"My brother is still following us?" he asked.

Nik nodded. "And getting closer. I'm going to have to do something about that."

"You know it's not me he's after. Send her home and she can get him to back off."

Lucy frowned.

"And why would I do that, Stefan? I am so fond of her company, after all."

"Damn it, Klaus. Just let her go. I'll stay. You saved my brother. I owe you, but let her go," Stefan pled with a fleeting glance in Lucy's direction. She took the hint and went back outside before Nik realized she'd heard any of the conversation.

She wandered around the edge of the parking lot, her arms wrapped around herself. Footsteps came up behind her and she knew who it was without turning. "What's going on, Stefan? What am I missing?"

She turned to her friend when he didn't answer to find him studying her. Finally, he shook his head. "I can't tell you anything, Lucy. Not now. I'm going to have a talk with Damon. I'll be back."

She gave him a hug. "Be careful, Stefan."

He kissed her temple. "You, too."

***

"Stefan?" Damon called softly as he searched the warehouse where his brother had texted him to meet. 

"Hey, Damon." Stefan stepped out of the shadows. 

"Man is it good to see you, baby bro." He glanced around knowing it was unlikely, but hoping to see Lucy.

"She's not here, Damon. She's with Klaus."

Damon sighed and raked a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I figured."

"Look, I know you're worried about her. About both of us. But you've got to stop trying to find us. If you don't, Klaus will kill you. I'm keeping an eye on her. Just...trust me to bring her back to you."

"It's not you I don't trust, Stef. Where's Elijah?"

"Still daggered."

"Shit." Damon paced the floor before looking back to his brother. "I won't let him just keep her. I can't. I love her."

"I know you do. The thing is, I think he does, too." Stefan grimaced. 

Damon's heart dropped. "What?" His voice was little more than a whisper. 

Stefan shook his head. "I don't think it started that way. He wanted to punish her at first. To make her pay for her betrayal. But now... He protects her. He sends her away so she doesn't see anything violent. He hasn't slept with her. He won't even kiss her, Damon."

"Well, that's one less thing to have nightmares about."

"Look, if things keep going the way they are, he'll let her go soon. Until then, I'll keep an eye on her."

He nodded and handed an envelope to Stefan. "If you have a chance and think she won't blab to Klaus, give her that. I can back off for a while, but I can't make any promises for Caroline or Lexi."

Stefan put the envelope away. "Do what you can. I can't control Klaus. I can only do my best to distract him."

[jellybellylover]

you gained it all back and more

You tried dieting, it never worked. Your fat girl genes and my sneaky constant feeding took care of that. Thighs ballooned. Wide breeding hips. Ass grew heavier. Belly softened and hung lower. A nice double belly with a big heavy soft alabaster lower apron roll. A huge spare tire of fat. Shoveling in snacks. You hit 370. The perfect body headed to 400. Stairs a struggle - winded and tired. Aching knees. You wanted to sit and eat. Wonderful. Then you got the idea of weight loss surgery. I was horrified. Tried to dissuade you. Told you it was dangerous. But you went and did it. You lost a hundred pounds. Hips thinner, belly shrinking, thighs smaller. But I was relentless and patient. Booze. Liquid calories, as warned by the doctor, had layered the pounds back on other patients. Weed, Ice cream and champagne worked. And now 2 years later you are passing your old weight and growing larger. Friends wondering why you are fat again. Doctor disappointed. You - So sad you donated your fat clothes. That big soft beautiful hanging double belly lard roll is back for me to lift and knead and kiss and fondle. You know I like you huge and fat. You have given up and lay back on the bed for me, huge fat jelly thighs open. 400 soon my dear. Hopefully heavier. Should we have a baby? I know you want one and I want that baby weight to blow you up bigger. And I am gaining with you. Checkmate.

[rainyfestivalsweets]

2/4/24

The MLM hack list

Alright. So there are a bunch of MLM diet companies that make a shitload of money of of us and yet our obesity rates in developed countries are thru the freaking roof.

How many times have you gotten the messages on Facebook, Instagram or whatever and it's like: Hey girl, haven't seen you since high school, let's get coffee... OR... they just post the precopied message & ask about your goals, & proceed to add a flurry of hyperpositive social media messages, like my friend recently did to me.

Did anyone in high school like you? Not me! Do that screams danger from the start. I was horrendously bullied in elementary school. I was gone to a parochial school for a couple years so the only reason that I avoided constant bullying in high school was because... they forgot who I was.

Here are some ideas I stole from various companies, cheaper:

Herbalife: this company's stuff works, for 2 reasons- you replace 2 out of 3 meals with shakes. However, alot of people are not successful if they make their shakes at home and if they add in all the snack bars. People do, however, lose weight if they get their shakes from a "nutrition" shop. Why? Because they blend those shakes super thick with a metric shitton of ice & I think alot of them add sf pudding, which enhances the thickness. Also, you get an iced tea, normally with added fiber. So the answer is- you have 2 drinks that take a long time to finish AND give you added caffeine & fiber. So? Just do it at home: keep your shake calories low, make it extra large & thicker than a snicker, & follow with a caffeinated tea & add fiber to it. I like the herbalife brand but I order it off Amazon so I don't have to get the whole shpeel. Now brand has "prebiotic fiber" that is cheaper. There is also benefiber from Walmart. It is cheap, so why not?

Beachbody: you don't need to spend a billion dollars on protein shakes or meal replacement shakes. I do, however, love some of their workout systems.

Tai Slim: this company's great idea was the chocolate gluccomannon chews, I just didn't know ot at the time. I have tried to order it but have been unable to so maybe they don't make it any more. So my hack would be- the chocolate calcium chews, some gluccomannon tablets, & a large glass of water.

Modere: this company was all over tik tok & reels for awhile, while the reps were trying to schlep people into this scheme. The Golden Child was the liquid CLA chocolate, probably because it tastes like a chocolatey treat while it is actually a CLA supplement. CLA can be purchased at almost any health food store, way cheaper.

Plexus: the pink drink. More research needed on this, but I think it is just a fiber drink. Hack: gluccomannon powder & a Starburst all pink flavor packet.

Most of these companies often sell an associated "fat burner:" often something with caffeine, ecgc from green tea, etc. You can get something similar at a health food store for a fraction of the price. If you want something fancy, there is Ember from the Ambrosia Collective. Use the Google. MFINGCOO is a discount code that I think still works, but it isn't mine.

Buy In for then"tribe:" Weight watchers (not an MLM, just a diet culture sales supergiant but they still somehow acquire affiliates, idk if that qualifies as a True MLM), beachbody, herbalife are pretty cultish in nature-- they rope you into a bunch of meetings, calls, and online groups. If someone calls you to ask why you weren'tat Power Hour, you may have bought into a cult! It works by reprogramming certain thought & behavior patterns..... Basically a bunch of people are sharing ideas regularly and getting involved in their cultish antics.& promoting it on social media. (Example: OMG have you tried the new WW/herbalife/beachbody PROTEIN BAR?? Only $15 for 4!! What a deal! LINK IN MY BIO) You can do this on your own by finding your own people. You can get your own seminars by watching a lot of youtube. Anything that focuses on reprogramming you to cook at home and eat primarily whole foods will probably work. Join free groups. Disregard anything outside of what works for you ( I have to ignore a lot of dessert recipes because they cause bingeing for me).

Lipozene: pretty sure this is just gluccomannon. You can find gluccomannon tablets way cheaper at a health food store. Walmart also was carrying a generic version.

Hydroxycut: pretty sure the active ingredient here is HCA? I don't have a bottle currently to look. But isn't HCA just garcinia? So much cheaper at a health food store. I personally cannot take hydroxycut, it makes me RAGE. I like, get upset and freak out at work, so I don't even think I am willing to try it again.

It works: I think the skinny coffee would be comparable to the "slim coffee," which was cheaper but seemed to be chromium. You can just pick up a chromium supplement... & seriously, you can just drink coffee. Don't add calories to it.

Apple cider vinegar gummies: Just take shots of apple cider vinegar. You can buy a gallon at walmart, it will last a long time. Play with shot recipes, you can do good girl moonshine (ala Trim Healthy Mamma), & use it liberally for dressing recipes.

L-Glutamine: don't remember the company, but this is available at more health food stores, not for $100 a container.

Maybe I have bought so much shit so you don't have it. Is there an MLM company I missed? 🤔 let me know and I will check it out for future posts.

Remember- whatever you do, stay safe. Research your shit. Focus on your daily habits and remember that what you are eating outweighs almost any supplement you could buy. Eat whole food, walk, have an exercise routine & stop expecting a 30 day result for a body that took you 40 years (or whatever) to create.

I definitely don't think the ozempic trend is worth the cost, but if there is no other way for you & you have the money, it is worth a shot. Just don't expect your insurance to pay for it. Many insurance companies are currently not covering it, and I don't really know if they should consider it.

Surgery? If there is no other way and you want to, go for it.

The way that these things work though, is by changing what you are eating. Period. These are all systems to change what you ingest and you can change what you eat for free.

I am still on Nomorbidity & Alkemi from the Ambrosia Collective. I have not found suitable replacements for them but I am also not looking hard, they have a reasonable price point to me.

Edited: To reword, as WW is a diet culture vulture, not quite an MLM. Just a big money making company.

[tacticalhimbo]

GRINS. hi... here's my toreador <3 her name is brienne and she's a silver-tongued menace

idc that vtmb (and most media, tbh) says the vamps have to be skinny... my girl has weight! being fat isn't a bad thing, and i know i'm complaining abt a 20 year old game... but whateva i'm still gonna be salty about it because early-mid 2000s fatphobia was a particularly nasty creature and as someone who was developing during that time... i'm allowed the complaint <3

besides, if you really want to be pedantic and lore accurate, you don't instantaneously lose fat. that has nothing to do with how much blood you have in your body. fat is fat!

would you lose weight over time because of the fact your diet is only blood? yeah, eventually. probably. it genuinely might stick around too, because people have different metabolisms and malnourishment (which... a solely liquid blood diet would be, by traditional standards anyway) impacts people differently. but you're just a fledgling in vtmb so if you had fat on ya prior to the embrace... you're still gonna have it for a good while.

also sorry she's just hotter this way. idk what to tell you. she's fucking hot <3

also also. i know she doesn't look like she has a stomach or any features that really highlight her weight... i need to shop around for cc that adds proper body dimensions and allows for rounder chins that aren't just... slim and less defined.

[fritextramole]

moments i play in the dark

part 3 of a Serena van der Woodsen playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Writer In The Dark ~ Lorde

I still feel you, now and then Slow like pseudo-ephedrine When you see me, will you say I've changed?

Dancing With Tears In My Eyes ~ Kesha

It's all my fault I'm dancing with tears in my eyes Just fighting to get through the night I'm losing it With every move I die

Wildest Dreams ~ Taylor Swift

Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice dress Staring at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

Tomb ~ Angelo De Augustine

I walked into your life at the wrong time Never quite been perceptive of real life It was not your fault or a fault of mine But it's hard to let you go this time

Lookalike ~ Conan Gray

Don't you know we're done? And I'll admit that I sometimes, maybe, might Think about you at night, well, almost every night No matter how I try to hide And erase you from my mind I'm dying To find a lookalike

Supercut ~ Lorde

Cause in my head (In my head, I do everything right) When you call (When you call, I'll forgive and not fight)

Better in My Memory ~ Rebecca Black

Cause I've had way too much I'm gonna turn it off, turn it off Reprogramming our history so it's perfect in my mind Changing the way it ended so you never see me cry

Other Lives ~ Hazel English

I'm going under Get out of my head I'm running away From things that don't make sense

Golden Touch ~ Razorlight

That kind of girl, yes, she's never alone You leave a thousand messages on her phone But you know you never get through And you could have it all if you wanted, girl You could have it all if it matters to you

Alphabet Boy ~ Melanie Martinez

You think you're smarter than me with all your bad poetry Fuck all your ABC's, alphabet boy

Tears Dry On Their Own ~ Amy Winehouse

Even if I stop wanting you A perspective pushes through I'll be some next man's other woman soon I cannot play myself again I should just be my own best friend Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men

Heart Of Glass ~ Blondie

Once I had a love and it was divine Soon found out I was losing my mind It seemed like the real thing, but I was so blind Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

Funplex ~ The B-52’s

Faster pussycat, thrill, thrill I'm at the mall on a diet pill Oh, broke my heart at the Funplex Yes you did, yes you did

Circus ~ Britney Spears

Don't like the back seat, gotta be first I'm like the ring leader, I call the shots I'm like a firecracker, I make it hot

Pretty ~ Coco & Clair Clair

Yeah, I'm sitting pretty but I'll leave you scarred 'Bout to pop some bottles on the fuckin' boulevard

So Good ~ Klischée

Lost inside the hype, I can taste it as I move You want to join the ride, don’t be scared to break the rules Roller coastin’ flippin’ minds around Tell me why it’s wrong if it feels so good Can’t help being bad, I got no excuse

Bubblegum Bitch ~ MARINA

Don't care if you think I'm dumb, I don't care at all Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored I'm the girl you'd die for I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out 'Cause that's what young love is all about

Liquid Smooth ~ Mitski

I'm pulsing, my blood is red and unafraid of living Beginning to end I'm liquid smooth, come touch me, too And feel my skin is plump and full of life I'm in my prime

Get This (Bang Bang) ~ Klischée

It gets me high, sweet sugar bang bang Won’t let me down, gold trigger bang bang Living life in luxury Want it all right now Think you can keep up with me? You should try and chase me down

Actors, Rappers & Wrestlers ~ Kari Faux

Only sip tequila, thirsty for the limelight Claim he wanna settle down but only when the time's right But he can’t pin me down, cause I'm not the wife type I might just spend the night or shit I might just catch a flight

Show & Tell ~ Melanie Martinez

I'm just like you, you're like me Imperfect and human, are we? Show and tell I'm on display for all you fuckers to see

The Family Jewels ~ MARINA

Family said that I decided to live a loveless life Is it my fault we stay divided? 'Cause I got too much pride Pass the parcel, wrap, unwrap, and open up the locks Out come flying all the secrets of Pandora's box

3am ~ Halsey

My insecurities are hurting me Someone, please come and flirt with me I really need a mirror that'll come along and tell me that I'm fine I do it every time I keep on hanging on the line Ignoring every warning sign Come on and make me feel alright again

Bang Bang Bang Bang ~ Sohodolls

So we put on our eyeliner And a bit of glitter dust Life at night is always finer Neon streets are full of lust

Sea Hearts ~ Honeyblood

Creatures that live just for the night I can stay out as long as I like 'Cause no one's calling me to come back inside So what we put off the rest They're so awkward in our presence We don't give a fuck, they're not our friends

The Passenger ~ Siouxsie and the Banshees

I am the passenger I stay under glass I look through my window so bright I see the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the city's ripped backsides