#never paid for it either ??? they tried but i was like nah

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DONT APOLOGIZE OMG yeah history is my fav subject!! I’m actually hoping to go to college as a social studies education major, I want to teach world history. I’ve taken the ap exams for ap world, apush, and ap lang and comp where I got a 4 a 3 and a 3 respectively-🧃

do you want to share some fun history facts 🤭 i LOVED learning stuff like henry's six wives and other things that were fun, but genuinely, i hope you get into the college program you want to go into !!! I already KNOW you'll be a good world history teacher fr fr

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tastes | Marauders x Reader

Pairing: J.P. x S.B. x R.L x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Smut, finger fucкing, oral (male receiving), P in V, lots of praise (especially from Remus), Sirius gets all the love he deserves, consent is sexy, lusty!boys, сreаm piе, they literally can't take their eyes off you.

Prompt: Inspired by the sense of taste. Reader has a very strong gag reflex, so the boys have never asked you to blow them, and you love them for it. But today, you want to taste them.

tastes is part of The Five Senses: an anthology series where each chapter will be a stand-alone story, inspired by the different ways we have of perceiving the world around us.

18+ readers only (smut under the cut)

Cum Feel The Noize

You had always had pretty strong gag reflex, just brushing your tongue while you brushed your teeth made you want to puкe sometimes, it wasn’t ideal, but it was what you were born with so you settled. 

The boys knew, you’d been friends with them long before you started dating, and you had been pretty vocal about it, really, you were just so comfortable with them around that you didn’t mind talking about those things.

“What about sucking a dicк?” Sirius asked, half teasingly, half because he’d been genuinenly curious. He got elbowed by James after asking, but you just laughed.   

“Nah, it’s fine,” you told James dismissively “In truth, I’ve never done that.” 

“Never, ever? Not even the tip?” Asked James impressed, now curious as well. You shook your head as an answer.

“Not even when you dated that stupid Harland boy?” asked Remus. They all hated Harland because they all liked you, even then, a few months before you started all dating each other.

“Harland?” you asked in disbelief “Hell no! He asked a couple of times but, I just couldn’t do it,” you admitted “I really didn’t want to puкe all over his dicк.” 

“Understandable,” Remus nodded. 

“Yeah, you’d think. That’s why we broke up tho.” 

“What? Shut up!” James said, almost standing straigther.

“No, it’s true!” you said with a nod “He said there were plenty other girls in the market, and that most of them would die just to get the chance to suck him off.”

“And what did you tell him?” Sirius asked. 

“To fuck off,” you said with a laugh “didn’t even like him that much anyway,” you said with a sight, “But he’s so petty, he asked me to go see him in one of the abandoned classrooms to give me back some of my stuff, but he had just gotten a girl to blow him there. So when I arrived–” 

James gasped, he had his mouth open wide, completely shocked.

“–Poor girl, she was so embarrassed ‘cause she thought we were still dating. Which in hindsight, probably makes is worse. Anyway, he tried to go after me and jinxed him.” 

“We thought you stopped dating because he moved away.” 

“Nope, he moved away because the girl told all her friends about it and gave him the worst reputation.” 

Fast forward to now, you had been dating them for almost a year, and they had, never once, asked you to suck them off, not even by accident, which only made you love them even more, making you realize they truly listened, the difference abysmal between them and Harland, who’d asked hundreds of times, and your boys, who actually cared about you and your limits. And since they also had each other to have fun with it, neither of them missed out on getting blowjobs all that often either. Benefits of being in a poly relationship. 

But the boys were always so caring, and so giving, both in and outside of the bedroom, that you really wanted to give back to them. In fact, seeing the way James sucked Remus once, made you want to test it yourself, mouth watering at the thought. You had done your research too, asked your friends about their techniques and paid a lot more attention when they were doing each other, making mental notes of the things they clearly liked and the things they didn’t. For the first time in your life, you actually wanted to try. 

So, on Sirius’ birthday, you thought it’d be your chance. The boy had asked Peter for the room and he happily left the three of them to do their thing while going to bunk with his own girlfriend. Remus had been the one to pick you up at your room with the invisibility cloak that day. 

“You ready luv?” he asked tenderly when you got out of your room, quickly enveloping you in the cloak as he stood behind you.

“Very ready,” you said with a little smirk, which had Remus raise one of his eyebrows. Did you plan something? That’s definitely your “I’ve planned something” tone.

He dipped his head in the crook of your neck and gave it a short whiff “You’re wearing Sirius’ favourite perfume,” he mouthed, you could feel his lips brushing against your skin, already sending warmth to your core. “What else?” 

 You smiled mischievously “Nothing else,” you admitted. 

A rush of blood went straight to his cock when he heard you say that so confidently, and he finally peaked from his spot in your neck, looking through the thin white shirt you were wearing, he could see your nipple perking underneath the fabric, marking it ever so slightly. “Fuck, dove you’re such a tease.” 

You shrugged, turning to press a kiss to his cheek, realizing how blown out his pupils were already, “You know how much Sirius loves it.” 

He slid his hands under your skirt, only feeling the outside of your tight, all the way to your waist, as if trying to feel if you really had nothing underneath at the bottom. “Yeah, he’s not the only one,” he grunted, digging his digits a little, just below your pelvis. You pressed yourself to him a little more, realizing he was already getting turned on, even from such a short interaction, which only fueled you even more, turning completely around you wrapped your fingers on his neck and brought him down for a kiss. He complied, pushing you against a nearby wall as he kissed back, hands still extended above his head to keep the cloak covering the two of you. When you finally separated, you were both panting, his lips were already pink from the stimulation, and he brought one of his hands down to accommodate his pants, they were already making him uncomfortable. 

“Come on handsome,” you told him with a smile, butting your bottom lip for a mere second and pulling at his bicep ever so slightly, “Why don’t we continue the party inside?” 

When you arrived at their room, Sirius was on his bed, sketching something in his notebook while James was setting up the record player. After all the initial plan had been to just chill and listen to music together. But you all knew that wasn’t going to be the end of the story from the moment the suggestion left Remus’ lips. 

You went straight to Siri, pressing a chaste kiss over his mouth as you laid down next to him “Happy birthday Puppy!” 

“That’s like the 10th time today you say that,” James teased. 

“It’s probably just an excuse to snog him,” added Remus. 

You shrugged and leaned in again, pressing another short kiss to Sirius’ soft lips “Happy birthday,” you whispered again. 

Sirius just smiled, he loved when you showered him with attention, he had always had a knack for being the center of it, but when he was the center of yours, it made him soar, “You can snog me without wishing me happy birthday kitten, in fact, you can snog me whenever the hell you want.” 

You laughed at the suggestive little smirk he made and searched with your hand to grab his. Sirius would definitely go crazy with how much attention you were all about to give him. He leaned in a little closer, dipping his head in the crook of your neck as he turned  “You smell nice,” he whispered. 

James almost jumped to the bed, placing the top half of his body over the bottom half of yours, his head looking at you from above your belly, “Don’t act like we aren’t in the room,” he said with a pout, placing a hand over your bare leg. 

“We weren’t,” Sirius said, still from the crook of your neck “We were just giving you a show,” he added in the end, you could feel the smirk in his tone. Remus laughed, still standing in the middle of the room as he took off his sweater, passing it over his head, slowly, Remus was the most patient of the three; unless you were close to the moon.

You took a deep breath, feeling James’ forearm press against your belly as you did, he leaned down over them and noticed. “You’re not wearing a bra today,” he said as he raised just the edge of your shirt to get a peak. 

“And it’s not the only thing I didn’t put on,” you said teasingly. 

Sirius turned to you shocked “Shut up.” 

“Why don’t you see it for yourself,” you said with a smirk. Sirius didn’t think twice as he dipped his hand under your skirt. Unlike Remus, he went straight to your slick, feeling how wet you already were. 

“Bloody hell kitten, you’re soaked,” he said, now his own eyes blown out in lust “Wait, why are you so…?” he turned to Remus, who just shrugged in response, a cheeky smile playing on his face. He narrowed his eyes at him and turned back to you, “fine then… my turn,” he said, lightly pushing James off you as he grabbed you by the waist and placed you on top of him, you were now straddling him, each leg to the side of his. The friction of his pants in your core, only making you all the more turned on, you ground yourself against him, which had him moan, if ever so lightly. James had placed one hand over your tight as he moved to kiss Sirius’ neck. Today was his day, after all. 

You smiled, slowly grinding yourself against the boy one more time before leaning in to kiss him on the lips. Remus was sitting on the bed beside yours, lousily looking at the three of you as he patted himself. After a couple more kisses, you reached your hand under Sirius’ shirt, and both you and James pulled Sirius on a sitting position so you could completely remove it, gently passing it over his head. James didn’t leave him lay back down though, he pressed himself behind him to gain better access to his neck instead. 

You smiled, still kissing Sirius as you fumbled your fingers over the button of his trousers. “Someone’s thirsty,” he teased. 

“You wouldn’t know how much,” you whispered enigmatically. There it is again, Remus thought, she’s onto something. With the help of James, you managed to remove Sirius’ pants too. Playing with the hem of his trousers as you continued to grind onto his leg. Now it was your turn, moving in tandem with James, the two of you managed to lay Sirius back, over James’ chest, who rubbed soft circles on his arms as he watched you grind onto his boyfriend. Sirius was malleable, in fact, at this point, he would let you do whatever the hell you wanted with him, he wasn’t sure he was even still on earth. 

Finally, you pulled his boxers down, pulling back just a little when his thick cock sprang out, pressing against his stomach from the force of the release. You licked your lips but stood back straight, taking your time to throw the boxers somewhere. Remus smiled, you were being fast tonight, maybe he’ll get his turn faster than– 

He lost his train of thought, you had dropped kisses all over Sirius’ stomach and your face was dangerously close to his cock. It wasn’t unusual that you played and rubbed their cocks with your hands, but you usually kept your head a little further away from them. 

He almost completely lost it when he noticed you playing with Sirius’ tights, pressing kisses against them as you spread them a little with your hands. That was a move he knew all too well, he’d done it several times. Finally, when you leaned down and pressed your lips against Sirius’ cock, it was he who jumped out of James’ grasp, Remus crossing the distance that there was in between the two of you with two long strides. 

“Kitten what are you–” Sirius asked, his throat dry. 

“–what do you think?” you said, motioning to his cock. 

“But your gag reflex sweetheart,” James said, he was peering through Sirius’ shoulders. 

Your heart warmth at the boys’ concern, “I wanna try,” you added. 

“Are you sure? You don’t have to do it… If you feel pressured into it because it’s my birthday then–” 

“–It’s not that,” you cut him off “I want to try.”  

“Are you very sure luv?” Remus asked, he had leaned down near the bed to level his head with yours. 

You nodded “Positive.” 

“Sirius can be a little desperate sometimes,” James added “We can help you hold him in place so he doesn’t accidentally jerk too hard into your throat, How does that sound?” 

You peered to look at him through your lashes, Sirius thought you’d never looked more stunning “If Sirius is all right with that.” 

The boy in question nodded excitedly, and James leaned a little to the side, pressing one of his legs, while Remus held him from the other side. 

“We’re ready,” Remus said with a short nod. 

You nodded in response, taking a deep breath, and leaned back down pressing little kisses on Sirius’ soft abdomen before placing your hand over his balls. You’d seen James do it, and Sirius seemed to like it when he did. 

Judging by the way he moaned, he also enjoyed it when you did. After kneading them a little more, and rubbing circles over his tight with your other hand, you placed your hand around his cock, pumping it a couple of times before finally leaning down, placing a light kiss over his tip. The sound Sirius emitted was so sinful, you felt your arousal dripping from your cunt. 

James had moved over the bed, one hand still over Sirius’ leg, the other on his cock, he was watching mouth dry as you leaned down on Sirius. He had only dreamed of you doing such a thing, never daring to ask for it. 

You took a deep breath, and went for a long lick, all the way from shaft to the end. Remus smirked, such a tease, he thought. 

Sirius moaned again, head plopping back into the pillows James had placed when he moved to the side.

Remus hummed “Stop teasing him so much sweetheart,” he said as he placed a hand on the side of Sirius’ face, brushing lightly from his temple to his neck all the while looking tenderly at the boy, “He might just combust in flames if you keep it up.” 

You stroked Sirius one more time, brushing your thumb over his tip the way you knew he liked so much and then you leaned down again, this time wrapping your mouth around his tip. You didn’t go down too deep at first, only really staying around the tip, making sure to test how much you could actually fit into your mouth without it getting uncomfortable. 

You started moving your tongue around his tip, nipping and teasing. Another moan escaped from Sirius’ mouth, James didn’t know where to look as he touched himself, either at you or Sirius’ pleasure-driven face. At some point, you felt a slight buckle of Sirius’ hips, or at least an attempt of it, since both James and Remus had managed to restrain him from moving too much. 

“Please,” he begged. You knew exactly what he wanted. When he got all whinny like that, it was because he wanted you to pick up the pace, either by stroking him faster or bobbing your hips up and down his length. You squeezed slightly with your hand since you knew how much he liked it when you clenched your “tight little pussy” around him. And finally, you started to bob your head up and down, slowly, taking in very little of him in your mouth at first. Testing the waters.

Sirius emitted the kind of groan you only heard of him when he was so deep into you, he couldn’t think of anything else. You then felt Remus’ hand, the one he wasn’t using to hold Sirius’s hip, moving under your skirt. Slowly moving up until he reached the tender flesh of the inside of your tight. And then he went further up, tracing your slit with his long finger. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, “Pads, if you could feel how wet she is at this point… she’s practically dripping.”

Remus knew exactly what he was doing, Sirius was as much into physical pleasure as emotional, much like you were, and Remus was well aware knowing such a thing would set his boyfriend on fire, he wasn’t wrong, you could feel his hips trying to buckle into your mouth again, only to be stopped by the boys’ strong hands.  

Remus did not remove his hand either, he kept playing around your slit, slowly parting with two fingers as you perked your ass just a bit more for easier access, which just had him grin. You moaned when he placed one of his fingers over your clit and started rubbing, Remus had the most confident grip when it came to finger fucking you, and he always delivered. 

You started taking in a bit more of Sirius, forcing yourself a little over what you’d consider your comfort zone. Every moan his noises and Remus’ hands pulled from you, reverberating across his cock and bringing him closer. 

“Sweethea… aaaah, fuck.” Sirius was trying to tell you something, but the way his moans sounded, you knew exactly what he wanted to say. 

Regardless, it was James who took his hand away from his own cock and bought it to caress your back, “Kitten…” he said softly, you eyed him, not stopping the way you moved your mouth around Sirius, which almost got him to lose his train of thought, “Kitten, Sirius is about to come,” he informed. 

You hummed in response, being aware of it already. You knew. Finally, that brought Remus back into the conversation “Wait, luv, does that mean you’re going to…” you hummed again. 

“fuck,” you heard him whisper. She’s gonna swallow, he thought, not being able to keep his eyes off you. 

Sirius was just as impressed, even if he wasn’t thinking much at this point, he had brought his hand down, and he toyed with your hair before settling it just over the back of your neck, he wasn’t pushing though, he was rubbing soft circles with his thumb, even amongst all the madness you’d brought to him, he was still thinking of your comfort. 

You drove your head up and down three more times, and then you felt it, warm and a little salty, spurring into your mouth. And as you had planned you swallowed it all, helping Sirius ride through his orgasm by still bobbing your head a couple of times. 

“It’s ok sweetheart,” you heard James, he still had his hand on your back “He’s done, you can stop.” 

You did, slowly taking your mouth out and letting your head fall over Sirius’ belly, making sure to keep your ass up so Remus wouldn’t stop toying with your pussy, which he wasn’t planning on either way. Sirius looked at you, breath heavy as he wrapped his hand over your cheek, “That was incredible sweets, and for your first time.” 

You pressed a soft, gentle kiss to his stomach, and then turned your eyes back to him “I’d been observing you…” you said. Being stoped by your own moan as Remus drove a finger inside of you “taking notes of what each of my boys likes best.” 

“fuck you’re so tight,” the boy whispered, only James heard, you and Sirius were too wrapped in your own little bubble. 

“Have you now?” he said with a teasing smile, “you might become the best of the three,” he whispered, it earned him a smack from James, who had been attentively watching the way Remus finger fucked you, imagining how it would look like without the skirt. 

“Next time you beg for me to blow you after a game I’ll tell you to go beg elsewhere,” he teased. Which earned a chuckle from you and Sirius. 

“I want to see,” Sirius added, motioning to Remus’ hand under your skirt. 

“That makes two of us,” James said as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a sitting position, you whined in response, almost crying at the loss of Remus’ expert fingers. 

“It’s ok baby, we’re just gonna reposition,” James cooed, and he started to unbutton your shirt as Remus got on the bed, taking off his shirt in one swift motion before helping James remove yours. The boys moved in tandem, smoothly as if they knew exactly what the other was about to do next, which perhaps they did, since they knew each other so well. Once the shirt was off, you felt the cold air perk your nipples, giving both boys sitting in front of you their own little show. While that was going on, Remus was the one to unbutton and unzip your skirt, lifting you up towards him as James pulled it off. 

Remus placed you in between his legs, enjoying the feeling of the soft bare skin of your back flushing against his torso. He hadn’t yet removed his pants, but you could feel how hard he was under them, so hard it’s gotta be painful.

But Remus had only two moods, either being patient or being desperate; today he was the first one, so when you rocked your hips back, trying to get a reaction, he just held you down “Steady on sweetheart, let us enjoy you first.” 

And they were going to enjoy you, while Remus spread you wide open, carefully passing your feet over his legs so they would stay in position, James had leaned in to spread soft kisses on your neck. All of you facing Sirius, who was just smiling darkly at the sight. 

Remus was slow at first, passing a hand over your inner tight, massaging the soft skin before getting closer to your slit. Even then, he just massaged around it “Remus!” you whined, which only earned him a chuckle. 

“What is it luv?” he asked, playing dumb. 

“Yeah, what is it?” James asked, unlaching his lips from your neck and turning to you, joining the teasing. 

“Please!” you added, grabbing onto Remus’ hand and placing it on your slit. 

Finally, he complied, tracing his strong fingers over your slit, still impossibly wet. James had already moved on to kiss one of your nipples, nipping and teasing the tender skin. Sucking it into peaks before laying it back with his tongue. One of his hands had been placed in the small of your neck, and the other on your other breast, making sure not to let it skip on the fun. 

“How are you three so goddamned beautiful?” you heard Sirius mumble as he enjoyed the view. 

This time around, after toying with your clit once more, Remus placed two fingers inside instead of one, which had you gasp, but he just smiled devilishly as he thrusted them in and out, eliciting one of his favourite sounds in the world, your moans. While lost in bliss, you felt James’ cock brush against your skin, which made you remember how forgotten you had left him tonight, so you reached out and brushed your hand around it, brushing your thumb over the tip a couple of times, earning a couple of moans from him. 

“Yes, please,” he whispered, and you complied, finally starting to stroke him. James did not stop the kissing as you continued to move your hand up and down his length, only moaning your name a couple of times, and squeezing your breast a little tighter when he was close. 

You were just as close, you realized Remus had been not only finger fucking you, but preparing you as well, slowly stretching you out with the help of his two fingers. Remus was big, and without stretching, he just didn’t fit in. And if he was stretching you out, then it meant he knew he’d get your wet little cunt tonight and it only fueled him more and turned you on even more in return. You buckled your hips against his fingers a couple of times, and his pace became faster. Just like your stroking around James’ cock. 

James came first, thrusting into your hand as his cum dripped all over it, finally unlatching himself from your nipples and breathing heavily as he stared dumbly at you and Remus, lips parted and slightly red, just the sight of it made you buckle your hips against Remus’ hand once again. He was about to take his wand to clean your hand with it, when Remus used his free hand to bring it over to his mouth and ran his tongue from your wrist bone to your fingers, licking most James’ cum along, which James swore made his cock twitch again. 

And then Remus turned to you, not slowing down the pace on your pussy, but looking as calm as unbothered as if he were a teacher asking a student for an answer “Do you want to taste him too, sweetheart?” 

You nodded, and he pushed your hand towards your mouth, carefully placing the soft section between your thumb and your wrist right over your lips, it was the only section still covered with James’ cum, and you slowly brought your lips around it, sucking carefully on your hand and letting your lips slowly go back to their place as Remus’ pulled your hand out. James was a little saltier than Sirius, but also relatively sweet.

“fuck… i’m gonna end up getting hard again,” you heard James’ groan, which had Sirius chuckle as he pulled the boy towards him. 

“Come Prongs, enjoy the show with me,” he said with a smile. James leaned in and gave Sirius a short kiss before leaning on his shoulder. 

“All right sweetheart, your turn,” Remus said as he brought his index finger from the other hand to your clit, you leaned your head back on his shoulder, buckling your hips against him with more conviction now that you weren’t distracted by anything else. 

His pace quickened and you moaned and whined under his expert hands “Hmmm… please Rem, I’m about to…” 

“It’s ok baby, be good and come all over my fingers,” he cooed, and you did, harshly pulling your head back as you allowed him to finger fuck you to oblivion. “There we go, such a good girl for me, isn’t that right?” he praised, as he brought his hand, still wet with your slick over to his mouth and sucked sinfully over the two fingers that were inside of you, moaning as he tasted your juices. He then turned back to you again. “Now, are you gonna allow me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours tonight or do you feel too tired already?” 

You wanted nothing more than for Remus to stretch you up just right, so you nodded, head still a little foggy from the high, “Please Remus,” you added for good measure, moving your hips back just to feel him press against you one more time. 

Finally, you moved to the side, allowing the boy to take both his pants and underwear off before he laid down on the bed, Remus knew it was easier for you to be the one to ride him, at least at first –and when he was the first one– since that way you had a little more control over how big he was, and he was always more than happy to let you do it, in fact, he quite enjoyed the way your breast bounced as you bobbed up and down his length. And he knew the boys liked it just as much, so he strategically laid in a way so that they would get a good view of you. 

You slowly straddled him, placing both knees on each side of his hip before rubbing yourself against his cock a couple of times, causing him to moan this time. You were still so fucking wet.

Eventually, you lifted yourself up and lined him with your entrance. He placed both of his hands around your hips, to help hold you up as you slowly pushed yourself down, moaning as you went as deep as you could. Remus had responded to your tightness with a grunt, truth be told he’d been dreaming of it from the moment he went to pick you up. 

You started bobbing up and down his length, slow at first, but picking up that pace as your walls got used to his size. Remus had his hands on your waist, helping you move easily as he started to thrust up into you, reaching the right spot. “fuck… yes,” you said breathily as he continued thrusting.

“So fucking tight,” Remus breathed as he helped you ride him, completely focused on you, on your parted lips, your soft huffs and moans; you were absolutely entrancing in the way you moved your hips on him, “You’re taking me in so well sweetheart…” 

You moaned, and clenched around him, which just caused him to buckle against you even harder. That got you to whimper and you brought both of your palms to lay over his shoulders, to hold yourself better as you continued to rock your hips on the boy, “Baby… if you keep that up I’m not gonna last,” he added, and just to tease him, you clenched again, eliciting a moan from the boy so sinful, it fueled you to keep moving, faster this time around.

“So beautiful, aren’t they Prongs?” you heard Sirius say, almost not quite registering it with the way Remus’ cock trusted into you right after. The other boy hummed in response, not able to take his eyes off the way you were moving. 

When Remus was close, he switched the two of you around, laying you flat on the bed as he brought one of his hands over to your clit, “Be a good girl and come for me one last time sweetheart,” he said as he continued to thrust. Holding back his own orgasm, he wanted to hear you moan his name as he came. 

And after a few more flicks and circles of his thumb, with his pace quickening, you came, “hmm Remus…” you whispered as he continued to thrust inside of you, the way your walls clenched around tipping the boy over the edge, he had hold it back so long, he practically grunted into your ear and spiled inside of you.

Eventually, he pulled back, staring at your pussy as he panted, you knew what he wanted and so you squeezed, allowing the thick white liquid to spill from your inside, dripping from your entrance to the back of your ass. Remus really liked to see the evidence of fucking you, somehow satisfying his most primal desires, or so he’d told you once. 

Remus brought one of his hands back to your cunt, you shivered with the contact since you were still slightly overstimulated, but he didn’t budge, using his middle and index to gather some of your combined juices, he angled his head cockily, “Are you gonna taste me tonight as well sweetheart?” he asked. 

You smiled wickedly, using your elbows to prop yourself up and leaning in towards the boy’s hand, not bothering to answer as you opened your mouth and wrapped it around both of his fingers, making sure to let your lips pull as you slowly hollowed your mouth and pulled yourself back, licking your lips as you completely separated from the boy. Remus had not been expecting that, his cocky demeanour faltering as his mouth dried. Remus was the sweetest of the three. 

A/N: this is the third piece of smut I’ve written so far, and omg this definitely got out of hand. Regardless… I do feel like I’m getting the hang of it. Maybe? A little bit? At least I don’t feel the cringe, anymore. Saying that, I do still stop myself every now and then and wonder “what the hell am I writing?” In a “I’d be burned in the stake for imagining these things” sort of way haha! Either way, I’m having fun, and that’s what matters!

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You know x-virus don’t get enough love…. Do you have any head cannons regular or nsfw (maybe both)??

I've been thinking about this guy a lot lately for some reason. Also I've never written for Cody before so hopefully this came out okay.

I was going to work on Toby's but.... I have more inspiration for Cody at the moment. He absolutely doesn't get enough love!

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SFW

Isn't related to Toby at all. In fact doesn't really look like him either. Sure, he's got the brown hair, but he looks waaay more dorky than Toby does. While Toby has kind of a boy-next-door-from-hell look to him, Cody is more slender and works out less. He looks like your typical STEM student (sickly complexion, poor nutrition, etc.). His whole schtick requires him to stay indoors most of the time, in a make-shift lab.

Has a refrigerated van, which he paid to be converted to safely transport whatever science experiments he's got going on in a temperature-controlled environment.

He tries to stay in one place. He's less of a drifter than most of the other creeps but sometimes... the things he does requires him to uproot his life and start over in another town. (No Cody you can't just infect your landlord with a mutated form of tuberculosis when they raise your rent! There will be consequences!)

Has kind of a nasally voice. I feel like he always has a bit of a cold too.

Ironically has a shitty immune system, and probably drinks those Airborne Immune Support drink mixes like it's his job. Also a germaphobe, wearing medical gloves all the time, and his hands are dry and cracked from overusing sanitizer.

LOVES Re-animator. He's rewatched that movie more times than he can count. But he has a love for science fiction movies in general, with horror elements to them. Like Alien.

Also loves zombie apocalypse movies, but that's an obvious one. Specifically 28 Days Later and World War Z.

Sometimes he's like... should I try to make a zombie virus? nah.... unless...?

I also think he was raised by a single father, who worked for a large pharmaceutical company.

Antisocial. I know Toby and him are compared a lot and people give them similar 'hyperactive' personalities, but I don't see that for Cody at all.

Cody's more focused, and is less inclined to interact with others. He doesn't really get lonely?

I'd say he'd get along okay with someone like EJ (both like science, ya know?).

Toby and him hang out a bit - they'll stay in and watch movies together. Or Cody will tag along with him to a bar and watch as Toby fails to pick up anybody. Cody wouldn't say it to his face, but it makes him feel better about his own social skills to see Toby strike out like that.

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I don't know how he'd find himself in this situation - but if he DID have a partner.... the sex would be kind of bland at first?

He doesn't know what he wants and frankly is too much of a germaphobe to get up close and personal with someone he doesn't know well.

You'd have to spend months getting to know him for him to feel comfortable to engage in anything sexual.

I think at the start of the relationship, he'd want to experiment with voyeurism.

He'd be across the room watching you touch yourself, giving you directions while he slowly strokes his cock, loving the feeling of ordering you around.

But as things escalate, of course, he'd give in to his urges. However, the voyeurism would become how he likes to foreplay.

Out of all the creeps (most of whom I view as being dominant) he's actually pretty tame.

He whimpers a lot, and it sounds almost pathetic when he moans. He's been holding out for so long for the right person, and when he finally gets to fuck he's absolutely drunk off of you.

That said, his sex drive is about average.

One of his roleplay fantasies is him being the experienced scientist, and you being his lovely little assistant.

Probably started after the first time you helped him in his lab.

He just kept thinking of you in a tiny little lab coat, bent over his desk - papers and test tubes falling to the ground while his hips piston into you.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for putting my roommate’s dirty dishes in her bathroom?

I (20F) have four roommates, Alice (21F), Alice’s bf Jake (26M), Penny (19F) and Hannah (20F).

Penny, Hannah and I share a bathroom, while Alice and Jake share one. There is one kitchen and we do not have a dishwasher. Jake also doesn’t actually live with us he sorta just moved in with Alice. Penny was originally with Alice in terms of the bathrooms but started getting grossed out by Jake’s bathroom habits because he kept pissing on the seat, so Hannah and I let her use ours.

Alice never does the dishes. But she cooks a lot. She’ll pile dishes in to the point where it feels like we’re playing jenga trying to remove any of them to free the faucet. Hannah and Penny outright refused to do any of Alice’s dishes from the getgo, and mostly do their own… when the sink is clear. Jake refuses to do any dishes because he “doesn’t actually live here” (we’re very well aware of that, Jake. He doesn’t pay rent he’s Alice’s “long term guest”) Because of Alice’s dishes in the sink, Hannah and Penny leave theirs on the counter and block up space until the faucet is free and they can wash theirs.

Anyways, for a while I started doing the top layer of Alice’s dishes to free up space so I could wash my own, but I quickly got irritated because Alice would leave them for weeks at a time and not do anything and I was tired of cleaning her dishes for her before I did my own.

I talked to Hannah and Penny and we decided to give Alice an ultimatum, either do your dishes or we will throw them away. Over the course of the year we had to have multiple talks with Alice about doing the dishes that never ended up going anywhere because Alice would fail to follow through on any promise to do them.

Alice was upset about this and said we weren’t being fair because she has to “cook for 2 people” so I raised the point that then Jake should do the dishes because she’s cooking and he does jack shit. She got upset and said we were always trying to do a “us vs them” between me Penny and Hannah vs Alice and Jake. That wasn’t the intention but both of them are being crappy roommates so it seemed that way.

I told Alice then fine, if she left her dishes in the sink for more than 3 days, I’d find somewhere else for them. She said yeah sure whatever. I waited 4 days and then put her dishes in her and Jake’s bathroom. Filled the sink with them and then put the others in the bathtub.

Alice and Jake got pissed off about this because now they “couldn’t wash their hands or shower”. I mean, I couldn’t wash my dishes with their dirty ones in the way, so it seemed like a fair trade to me. The shower and sink would be free if they cleaned the dishes out of them.

Hannah and Penny disagree with what I did but they’re staying out of it because they don’t want Alice to be mad at them. I don’t care I just want to be able to wash my dishes without worrying if there’s weird mold and mildew growing on the plates that have sat there for weeks. We did get cockroaches at one point but Alice claims it was because Penny likes to leave the screen door open to get fresh air, while the rest of us are pretty sure it’s because she kept leaving food in the sink.

Jake tried to shower in our restroom but I told him no, he’s not allowed. He can go back to his own apartment to shower, or clean the dishes in Alice’s bathroom so he went home but not after calling me a “crazy psycho bitch”. Alice got really upset about this because I “chased Jake out” and is still refusing to do her dishes, it’s been 3 days as of writing this. I’m pretty sure at some point she’s used our bathroom to wash her hands but I know she hasn’t showered since then.

Penny offered to do Alice’s dishes if Alice paid her $5 per plate but Alice refused. She dropped it down to $2 per plate and Alice still refused. She has been exclusively ordering takeout the last few days because all her plates are dirty and we won’t let her use ours.

[dephoraowo]

The Wen Remnants were Wei Wuxian's Family

Wei Wuxian had multiple families before. He had his parents, but they died. He had the Jiangs, but they weren't really his family to begin with. He was never treated like a family member in the household, and he never belonged in the family either.

I feel like the real family that he had in his first life were the Wen remnants.

“…Who cares about the broad and bustling highway?” He humphed. “I prefer to follow the single-plank bridge into the darkness… Into! The! …Into the darkness?”

When he sang out the word “darkness,” he suddenly noticed that it wasn’t dark at all. The black summit he always returned to was vastly different tonight.

The area around the few little huts had been swept clean; even the weeds had been pulled. Several round, vibrantly red lanterns hung in the nearby woods, dangling from branches. The lanterns were all handmade. While they were simple and crude, they emitted a warm light that illuminated the pitch-black forest.

The fifty-odd people would usually have finished their meals and holed up in their run-down shacks by now, with the lights extinguished. But tonight, they were all gathered in the most spacious hut. That hut, which consisted of a rooftop held up by eight wooden stakes, could accommodate everyone. The small structure next to it was the “kitchen,” so this had become the dining hall.

He saved them when they were slowly being killed. He did it because it was the right thing to do. And he was the only one who willingly laid down his life for them.

Life may be cruel for them, but they made the most of it with each other.

Wei Wuxian, finding the sight strange, walked over with Wen Yuan under his arm. “Why is everyone here today? Not heading off to bed? It’s so bright with all those lanterns.”

Wen Qing walked out of the kitchen, carrying a plate. “The lanterns were hung for your sake, oh elder one. Let’s make more tomorrow and hang them on the mountain path. It’s not easy to find your way around in the dark. You’ll trip and break a bone one of these days.”

“Come now, even if I break a bone, don’t we have you?” Wei Wuxian said.

“I certainly don’t want to do extra work. It’s not like I get paid for it,” Wen Qing shot back. “If you do break a limb, don’t blame me for bruising you when I set it.”

...

“What, you guys haven’t eaten yet?” Wei Wuxian asked. “Nah. We were waiting for you,” Wen Qing answered.

“Why are you waiting for me? I already ate,” Wei Wuxian said.

As soon as he spoke, he realized he’d made a mistake. Sure enough, Wen Qing slammed a plate onto the table, and the red chili peppers sprinkled over the vegetables bounced with the impact.

“No wonder you didn’t buy anything. You spent everything at a restaurant, didn’t you?” Wen Qing raged. “I’ve only got so much money, and I gave it all to you. Look at how carefree you are with your spending!”

“No! I didn’t…” Wei Wuxian tried explaining himself.

Look at Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian's cute little banter 😆. To me, they are the most iconic duo. The way he trusts Wen Qing to help him out with his injuries is so natural! I bet they were really close to each other. Maybe even as close as siblings!

The other cultivators busied themselves with setting out chopsticks and pouring tea, saving the head seat for Wei Wuxian. Seeing them like this made him feel uncomfortable about accepting the gesture.

Over the past few months, he had been fully aware that the Wens were somewhat afraid of him. These people had heard of his vicious name and his insane deeds during the Sunshot Campaign. They had heard the widespread rumors of the savage, evil ways he took his anger out on people. With their own eyes, they had seen him order corpses to murder the living. In the beginning, old Granny Wen’s legs would shudder nonstop whenever she saw him, and Wen Yuan would hide behind her. It was many days before he dared to slowly approach him.

Although he saved the Wen remnants, they were still terrified of him XD. Guess Wei Wuxian really made a name for himself during the war. But Wei Wuxian didn't hold it against them. He was still kind and gentle towards them, and after some time, they started to warm up to him, to see him as their own, as their family.

But now, those same fifty pairs of eyes were watching him. Although there was still some fear in their gazes, it was the sort of fear attached to respect and reverence. Their eyes also carried a trace of cautiousness, and some intent to ingratiate themselves. However, it was by and large the same gratitude and goodwill that shone in the eyes of the Wen siblings. “Thank you for everything you’ve done, all this time,” Wen Qing said quietly.

They appreciate what Wei Wuxian had done for them and decided to host a feast for him TwT.

“You…are suddenly being nice to me. I’m kind of scared?” Wei Wuxian said.

Wen Qing’s knuckles seemed to briefly crack, and Wei Wuxian immediately shut up. However, she continued her quiet speech.

LOL 🤣🤣🤣. Wen Qing just wants to keep the somber atmosphere and Wei Wuxian can't help but tease her.

“…They’ve always wanted to have a meal with you, and to thank you. But you’re always busy running around or locking yourself up in the Demon-Quelling Cave for days and telling everyone you’re not to be disturbed. They were afraid they would distract you from your work or bother you. They thought you didn’t like to mingle with people and that you didn’t want to talk to them, so they didn’t want to pester you with any attempts at conversation. When A-Ning woke up today, Si-shu said we had to make you sit down for a feast, no matter what… So just sit down, even if you stuffed yourself to bursting earlier today. It’s fine even if you don’t eat. Just sit and chat, have a drink, and that’ll be enough.”

Wei Wuxian was struck silent. Then his eyes lit up. “Drink? There’s booze up here?”

The elder Wens had been watching them nervously, but as soon as they heard him say that, one immediately responded.

“Yeah, yeah. There’s drink.” He passed Wei Wuxian several tightly sealed jugs that had been sitting on the table. “It’s fruit wine. Made from wild fruits picked on the mountain. It’s got some real body to it!”

“Si-shu also loves to drink,” Wen Ning said from where he was crouching by the table. “He knows how to make wine and made those specially for tonight’s dinner. He tried for many days.”

Because he now spoke so slowly, one word at a time, he did not stutter. Si-shu gave an abashed smile but continued to nervously stare at Wei Wuxian.

“Is that so?” Wei Wuxian said. “Then I gotta give it a try!”

He sat down at the table, and Si-shu immediately opened a sealed jug and passed it to him with both hands. Wei Wuxian sniffed it and smiled.

“It does have a pretty nice body!”

The others sat down along with him. After hearing his praise, smiles split their faces as if they had been greatly commended, and they dug in with their chopsticks.

🥹🥹🥹. Such a heartwarming family dinner. I wonder if this is Wei Wuxian's first time having such a dinner. He certainly didn't enjoy the meal whenever a certain Madame was around.

For the very first time, Wei Wuxian paid no attention to the wine’s flavor.

He thought to himself, Follow the path into the darkness…huh?

It wasn’t all that dark.

Suddenly, he felt refreshed and alive.

This act of kindness by the Wens might not seem much to us. But it meant so much to Wei Wuxian. It showed him that even though the road to righteousness is dark, there's always a tiny beam of light shining through. It showed him that there's always hope in the darkest times. And that this time, he's not alone in it anymore. He's got his new family, and that is what's most important.

[darnell-la]

𝗪𝗛𝗬? 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗙𝗨𝗟 (ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ)

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warnings: mention of past drug abuse, smut, rough sex, passionate sex, a lot of kissing, mild SA, fight, mind blood mention, good ending, etc.

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𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

It was rough, but y/n got clean. It’s been a full year, and tonight’s the night Rafe wanted to celebrate. He was proud the first fully clean day and words couldn’t explain how proud he was now.

Y/n would have made it if it wasn’t for Rafe. He paid full price for her sessions. He was there for her mentally. His presence and comfort could’ve helped her without going to therapy and rehab.

She never knew Rafe had a sweet side. Rafe didn’t either. Something in him changed. He tried gaining back how he used to be one time with y/n, but he failed miserably.

It was when they were out and a group of people cat-called her. She smiled and licked arms with Rafe, which shouldn’t have been a problem, but Rafe was pissed.

“Why did you smile?” He asked her, and she told him she didn’t want to be rude. He raised his voice for not even a second. He calmed down quick. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t be rude to her. He loved her… That’s when he knew he loved her.

“What’re we doing out here, Rafe?” Y/n asked as Rafe walked through the doors of his yacht, but it took him a while to convince Y/n to go on. “Just wanted to relax with you tonight,” he said, sitting beside her.

She was lying in bed, watching a movie since he said it would take them half an hour to get where he wanted to go.

“We could’ve at home,” she said as she lay on his chest. “Do you not know what day it is today?” Rafe genuinely asked before she looked up at him in confusion. “You’ve been asking me all day, Rafe, and I keep saying now,” she said as he chuckled.

“It’s your own year of being clean, baby. You should know this,” he said, triggering y/n’s mind. Her eyes instantly began to burn, not from the memories, but from the thoughts of Rafe. He remembered, and he seemed too excited.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying? It’s not a bad thing, this is good. This. Your success, baby,” Rafe turned to pull her into his chest, hoping he didn’t make her feel uncomfortable. He didn’t mean to dump a bad memory on her.

“No, no — I’m just happy you care so much. I completely forgot,” she said, pulling away to look at him. “Thank you, Rafe,” she said before giving him a peck. His cheek instantly turned red.

Remembering the first week of Rafe pushing extremely hard to help her and then asking her to be his girlfriend all at the same time was a dream she never knew she had.

“Anything for you, baby,” he said, pecking her right back. “C’mon, let’s enjoy the view,” he said as he got up, softly pulling y/n with him.

Y/n hated the ocean if she wasn’t on land, but this was beautiful. He made sure to park the boat close to an island to make her feel some type of comfortable.

“This is beautiful,” she said as she looked around. The sun was setting and the breeze felt nice. “Just like you, baby,” he spoke behind her, snaking his hands around her waist.

“That’s what I wanted to show you. Been comin’ out here every night for the past week to make sure to get the perfect spot, because you’re so perfect,” Rafe said as he leaned down in her ear, hugging her close.

“You’re amazing, Rafe. I don’t know how to thank you. We’ve done so much to me, and I’ve never-“ she went to say but he cut her off. “Nah uh, baby — You’ve done enough for me. You breathing the same air as me is actually more than what I need from you,” he said.

“You’re all that I need, baby, and I hope you’ve realized that over the year. I know it’s too early for some, but to me, it’s too late,” he said as he spun her around slowly.

“I love you, and you don’t have to say it back. Just know, I’ll do anything for you, y/n. Anything. You’re my woman, and I plan to make you happier each day until the day I die,” he said as he whipped a tear that rolled from her eye.

“You’re perfect for me. I’ve always felt something for you and wished I got to you sooner. I dream of you every night. That’s how I know I need you in my life,” he added.

“Rafe,” she pouted, taking in all that he was saying. “I love you, y/n,” he said again, making butterflies grow in her stomach. “I love you too,” she said back, not feeling forced in any kind of way. She truly felt that way.

The two leaned into a kiss, passionately making out as usual, but this time, with more love. All she needed was more love, and she’s gotten it.

Rafe went to pull away, y/n pulled him closer, not wanting to stop. The man smiled as he continued kissing his future fiancé, never wanting to let go.

Y/n hasn’t felt the need to feel someone, until tonight. Rafe has always kept his kisses short, but the way y/n was touching him, he felt like he could go further this time.

The tall man pulled y/n back before laying her on one of the mini beds outside of the yacht, keeping his lips attached.

Rafe slowly moved his lips from her mouth to lean down to her neck. He waited a few seconds to see if she’d stop him, but she didn’t. So he continued, earning a small moan from her lips.

The older boy groaned low, already falling in love with her sounds. She sounds so good. She smells so good. She tastes so good. She was too perfect.

Y/n tangled her fingers in Rafe’s hair, tugging a bit to hear him again. She loved it.

Because she knew Rafe wanted to take things slow in the relationship for her, she traced one hand down his stomach until she blamed him through his jeans.

The sudden rush of lust filled her mind and body. She truly hadn’t felt anything like this.

Rafe Rafe groaned into her neck as his own hand traced down her stomach until he slipped passed her panties to rub at her bud.

The girl moaned, tugging hard on his hair. His touch felt amazing already, and he hadn’t even done anything.

Rafe rubbed in circles until he moved forward to rub around her entrance, teasing her. Her moans were so beautiful. He couldn’t wait to slip into her.

“Rafe,” she moaned under her breath as his middle finger slowly entered her. “Mhm,” he groaned into her neck as he pushed further before instantly curling.

“You think you can take more?” He leaned up next to her ear. “Y-Yes, yes, I can, Rafe,” she quickly replied. Rafe pulled out just to slip two fingers back into her, burning her skin a bit, but pleasure instantly took the mind's pain away.

“That’s it,” he slowly said as he moved his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace. Y/n bucked her hips, feeling a knot in her stomach already.

The man chucked deeply at her walls tightening around his fingers. He was sweet, but still a bit cocky. He wanted her to feel this good with him only. He wanted to make any and everything she did with him so perfect, she’d only come to him for it.

“So close,” y/n breathed out as Rafe’s mouth continued to suck on her neck, leaving multiple mini-light hickeys. Whether you could see them or not, she felt them.

“I’m gonna cum, Rafe,” y/n moaned low as her heart quickened. “Do it, baby, do it,” he encouraged her before she fell apart on his fingers with a shaken moan and a fuzzy mind.

Rafe soon pulled his fingers out as he leaned up to suck on them, making sure to clean her off of his skin, leaving no juice behind.

“Always knew you’d taste good,” he said before attaching his lips to hers. Because she allowed him to finger her, he thought he could maybe go further. He was right.

Rafe slowly pulled his shorts off before tugging on hers, slowly just in case she wanted to change her mind last second.

Y/n felt comfortable. She didn’t want to turn back and stop. She wanted to continue forever.

Rafe wiped across her soaked cunt then coated his length with her cum to get himself ready for her. He was already harder than he’s ever been before. He always is, but he ends up rubbing one out so he wouldn’t make her uncomfortable for asking.

“You sure you want this, baby?” Rafe looked down at her. She looked so damn good looking up at him. “Please,” she begged, making him feel like he could cum just from that.

Without hesitation, Rafe slowly pushed at her entrance until his tip slipped through her slick. “Fuck,” y/n threw her head back with a shaken main from the feeling she hasn’t felt in a while.

She hasn’t had sex before. All the other times weren’t sex. This was sex. The foreplay. the live. The preparation. She was actually wet.

“Takin’ me so well,” Rafe said, knowing he still had more to go. The taller man pushed further, causing y/n’s back to arch and eyes to roll. He was huge. She could barely take him without the slight pain.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you. Just breathe,” Rafe said as he moved his hips back and forth, slipping into her with so much ease. She was soaking. She was the best thing. He couldn’t even think about anyone as good as her. He didn’t want to. This was all he needed.

“F-Fuck me,” y/n spoke. “Let’s go slow. I don’t wanna hurt you,” Rafe said, a bit scared to fuck her. He wanted to have sex. Slow and easy sex to get her used to it all.

“Fuck me, Rafe,” Y/n said with a more steady tone, wanting him to know she needed him. She was never the kind to like it slow. She wanted it fully. She wanted to full deal.

“A-Are you sure? I can get a bit-“ Rafe said but she cut him off. “Fuck me, Rafe. I want it all. Hard, rough. Anything. Please, Rafe,” she begged, rushing adrenaline through his veins.

“Fuck, really?” He asked, picking up his paste. “Want it hard n’ rough?” He asked, begging to push her body into the mattress with his now hard thrusts.

Y/n moaned loudly, feeling her mind go wild. “Nah uh, you said you wanted it rough. Take it then. Open those pretty eyes,” he said as her eyes slipped away.

“Open!” He demanded. It took her time, but she managed to keep them open, slightly. “Yeah — Wanna watch you enjoy this. As much as I love how sweet you are, I just wanna ruin you,” he said with all respect.

“Wanna mark you. Wanna fuck and fill you. Wanna make you mine forever — Is that okay for you? Is it fine if I keep you around me forever and away from the rest of the world?” He asked as he nodded, unable to speak too much.

“Gonna keep you, baby. Gonna put a ring on that finger and take you right back here. Right back to this island,” he fucked harder.

“You know I bought it right? For you. Bought this whole place to keep us away and happy together,” he said and y/n would hear him, but she couldn’t answer. She couldn’t have a simple conversation with him. She was full of so much cock and love.

The girl scratched at Rafe’s back, making him groan loudly. His breathing grew louder hand heavier as he rocked his body into hers, slamming into her like she asked.

“Fuck, Rafe!” She screeched, tightening around his shaft. “Yeah, you’re right. Fuck — I know it’s good. You’re squeezing me so fuckin’ tight. Might cum twice tonight,” a hand wrapped around her neck.

He gripped softly but tighter every second, making sure she wasn’t caught off guard.

Her eyes popped in pleasure, soon crossing and rolling back as her pussy tightened more. “Goddamnit,” Rafe’s pelvis slapped against her clit, giving y/n a better sensation.

It all became too much. She released hard, moaning and shaking like she’d never before, but he didn’t stop. He kept going, making her take all of him.

The man pounded into the moaning girl, making a dumb little mess out of her. Her voice got higher as a hand gripped his wrist, pulling him into her closer.

“Fuck yes, baby. Fuck yes. Cum on me. Fuckin’ cum in me, baby,” the man’s body rhythm quickened again as he felt himself grow close. She looked so good. She felt so good. He needed to claim her.

“Take it — Take it! Fuckin’ take it,” he ended up growling as he leaned close to her face, inches away from the sight of her in another world. She was so fucked out, and he knew it. He knew he had her hook. She’s been had him hooked, and it was her turn now.

“Oh my god, take it — Fuck! — Fuckin- oh my fucking-“ he tried holding his moans in but his deep breaths came out as his seed spilled into her. She felt his warmth fill her in seconds. She wasn’t going to be able to keep him all in.

“Mm-hmm,” Rafe shook as he hurried his face into her neck, taking a few deep and hard strokes to empty all of him out. He wanted to make sure she felt him. He wanted her to feel the love he had forever.

Rafe’s thrusts slowed down and y/n’s whined got quieter. They were both out of breath, but she felt beyond amazing. Her head was still fuzzy, and she loved it like that.

She thought to herself how much she used to like the high of drugs. This beat that by a tone. This was the only high she’d ever need. All she needed was Rafe Cameron.

Y/n and Rafe have been the talk of town lately. After people noticed the small but very expensive one-of-a-kind promise ring on her finger, people have been giving them stares.

The two are currently at this get-together, talking with a few people Rafe was networking with. People kept asking about their future, which never bothered the two. Rafe loved that people knew y/n belonged to him and he wasn’t planning on keeping her for life.

“She’s a one-of-a-kind. She always has been. Top of her class from high school to college. She still is ‘till this day,” he added. “Wow, that’s a great field right there,” an older man said.

“And my flex is having her right by my side. All the scholarships and money are a waste though. I would’ve covered that anyhow,” Rafe joked as the group and he laughed together.

“May I excuse myself? — I’ll be right back, baby,” y/n whispered in Rafe’s ear before giving him a peck and then walking away to use the restroom.

They’d been here all night, and the water and a couple of glasses of champagne were getting to her bladder. She needed to go.

Y/n did what she had to do before saying her hands and fixing herself up in the mirror. She scanned her body in the dress and jewelry Rafe insisted on buying for her.

She bought herself what she wanted to wear, but he wanted everything she had to be owned by him. One, because she is his, and two, she deserves to be treated like a queen.

Y/n smiled as she asked out of the bathroom, feeling great and ready for the rest of the night until she heard a familiar group around the corner.

“Told you she went this way, man. C’mon,” Timothy said. Y/n’s heart dropped. She hasn’t seen or heard of him in a year. Rafe said he left the island and didn’t know why. Why was he back?

Y/n stuttered in her step, looking around at where to go until he turned the corner, locking eyes wither. He tapped his friend's chest next to him, notifying that she was right where he said she was.

“Well, look who we have here. A princess,” he spoke, stepping towards her. Y/n took a few steps back but stopped in her tracks from the shock running through her body.

“Been a while, huh? Since like — You opened your legs for me at a house party, right?” He asked as his Feind group laughed. She noticed Kelce wasn’t in his group anymore.

Rafe didn’t lie to her when he said he had a serious talk with him. Kelce did apologize to her, and she understood how men get when they try to stick around to impress friends.

He admitted that he was wrong, and she accepted. About the others? None of them wanted that talk with Rafe and Rafe didn’t feel the need to have it, because he couldn’t care less for them. He barely could with Kelce, his childhood best friend.

“H-Hey,” she said, not knowing what to say. “H—Hey,” he mocked her with a chuckle, knowing he intimidated her. He knew the fear she felt around him, and he planned to use it.

“Been runnin’ around with Rafe Cameron, huh? You opened your left for him too?” He genuinely asked. “I never opened my legs for you, Timothy,” she tired sounding strong as he got close.

“Yeah, you’re right. Because you’re so damn hard to get,” he admitted. “Or maybe I just don’t want you? I have Rafe,” she said. He’s now a foot away from her, taking up too much of her space.

“Yeah — Him. Son of a bitch had me on the run, but I’m back now. Got everything sorted out,” he said. “Good for you,” she said. “Mhm, but the one thing that doesn’t sit right for me, was the agreement from my lawyers to stay away from you,” he said, anger growing in his tone.

“Yeah, your little boyfriend at the cops on my ass. Had to make an agreement to keep away from your pretty little body, but who can do that? Not when you’re walking around here lookin’ like that,” he said, scanning her body.

“Rafe, huh? No matter how much he writes his name on you, I’ll always see it as a competition,” Timothy said before he quickly grabbed y/n by her hair. “Besides — I had you first,” he said.

Y/n pushed, slapped, kicked, and yelled, trying to get him off but he fought back, pushing her against a wall by her neck.

He tightened his grip, alarming y/n’s brain. He was cutting off her air. She didn’t know what to do. He was strong and no one was around.

“What would he say if you came back to him, smelling like me. Maybe even go down on you tonight just to see you were already filled,” Timothy said in her ear.

“P-Please — Just leave me alone. I’m a better person and it’s not too late for you-“ she went to say but he pulled back and punched her. She was shocked on the ground, holding her face. She’s never been punched before.

Y/n ears were ringing, her head spun and she was so shocked she didn’t notice Timothy pull her up by her hair.

His friends started speaking up, yelling home this was too far after he punched her with all of his power. They thought he was just going to scare her. They thought they had left all the pushing her to get back with him a year ago, but Timothy had other plans.

“Shut the fuck up!” He yelled at them, snapping y/n back in reality. “T-Timothy. Please,” she was forced to look at him. He turned and looked down at her glossy eyes.

“You look good like this,” he said as he fondled with his belt. Y/n thought this was it for her night. She thought he was going to get his way with her and maybe get away with it until Timothy flew to the ground.

“You fucked up,” Rafe growled on top of Timothy, beating the hell out of him. Instantly. Y/n looked to the side, head still spinning but she saw the sight of her boyfriend repeatedly punching Timothy.

“Rafe — Rafe, please don’t,” she said, not wanting him to regret whatever he had going through his mind. “I told you to stay away from her. Told your ass I’ll fuckin’ kill you if you came across her again!” Rafe continued.

“Rafe!” She tried stopping him with her voice, but something in her didn’t actually want him to stop. Thankfully Timothy’s friends pulled Rafe off of him and a few people came around the corner.

“The hell is going on here!?” Ward, Rafe’s father asked as he came around the corner, seeing Timothy passed out on the ground, covered in blood, and Rafe's suit covered in blood.

“Let me go!” Rafe yelled, still being held back. “Rafe, stop it! Relax! What happened!?” Ward asked again. “He touched her! He fuckin’ had her on her fucking knees!” He yelled.

“What? Son, what are you saying? What are you talking about?” He asked, confused. “Sir — Timothy tried, uh — He tried assaulting her,” one of the boys spoke up.

“What? Wait,” Ward shook his head, trying to understand. “Me and my friends followed Timothy after he said he wanted to talk to y/n. He said he wasn’t going to do anything, maybe scare her, make her cry-“ a boy said.

“We didn’t think it would get this bad. I know the other reason we came was bad too, but this — This was too far,” the same boy said. “He even punched her,” another boy said.

“He punched her!? Oh, fuck no,” Rafe began to fight again, even though the boy was knocked out. “Son, son!” Ward came over and pulled t/n away after he ordered his older friends to get y/n off the ground and away from there.

“You go with y/n. She needs you. I got him,” Ward said. “But-“ Rafe went to say. “Son, just go! You don’t want to regret anything,” he said, making Rafe think. He was still upset, but he left with y/n.

Rafe and y/n sat outside in the parking lot, away from people who kept asking questions about what was wrong with y/n.

She had almost passed out from the overstimulation of embarrassment. She couldn’t be around people for a while.

“Baby, we should go home. If I see that motheruckers face, I’m gonna kill him. No fuckin’ doubt,” Rafe said as he pulled y/n into him closer. “You can’t just go around beating people to death, Rafe,” Y/n said, making him scoff.

“Don’t care,” he answered drily. “You’re a hassle, Rafe,” y/n said, wanting to be upset at him or anything, but couldn’t. He did what he had to do. He saved her. “You need it, baby. And I’m putting that bastard in jail,” he added.

Rafe didn’t lie when he told her that. It didn’t take long to convict Timothy and put him in jail. Y/n felt thankful for his friends for telling the judge the things he’d said and done, but Rafe still thought they needed a punishment.

His agreement was to have them on house arrest and at another college that y/n will be attending. Yes, they were upset but understood. They took the deal and moved.

“Jobs done, baby. You got your justice,” Rafe said before kissing the side of her cheek. “All because of you,” she hugged him tightly, thankful for all he’s done since they started talking. “Anything for you, baby. Anything in the whole world,” Rafe said and meant with all of his heart.

[edupunkn00b]

Roomies, Ch. 2: A Little Chaos Never Hurt

Prev - A Little Chaos - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

WC: 2574 - Rated T - Written for @intrualityweek 2024 - In which Patton's pretty sure Remus is high. Plus a peek into Remus' head. -

“R—Remus?” Patton’s feet stuck to the floor and the weight of his backpack pulled at his shoulders until he thought he might fall right through. He didn’t even breathe as he re-read the number scrawled on the tiny envelope in his hand then looked back up at the number on the door. 313. This was definitely his new room. And his new roommate was…

“Y—you—you’re a Senior?”

Remus laughed, shaking his head, and scooped up the duffel Patton had dropped at his feet. “Nah, I’m a freshie just like you, man,” he said and pulled him inside with his other hand. “What took you so long? I was beginning to worry you weren’t ever gonna make it.”

“Yeah,” Patton nodded. “Me, too, actually. It was a… a trek.” The windows that wouldn’t open on the overheated Greyhound. The frantic search for a local bus to campus from the station. The hours in line at the Housing Office. 

Logan sitting on the bed in his Ro’s dorm room. 

Remus grinned at him expectantly. Like he really wanted to know what had caused him to arrive so late. Patton tried to shrug but he ended up just shuddering. “Um, well—”

The door across the hall opened and closed, and a lanky guy in a purple-trimmed hoodie stuck his head inside their room. “Hey, man,” he drawled to Remus. “Thanks again for switching rooms.”

“Eh,” he dismissed the gratitude with a wave achingly similar to one of Ro’s gestures. “My pleasure!” He winked at Patton before turning back to the other guy and smiling. “This room’s got better light anyway.”

“You say that like it’s a good thing,” he muttered, pulling his hood lower over his eyes. Remus just shrugged and the guy gave them a little two-fingered salute before slinking down the hallway and leaving them alone.

“Was he—” Patton peered down the hall at the guy as he stepped into the elevator. “Was he supposed to be in this room with me?”

“Yeah,” Remus grinned, dragging over Patton’s largest bag and hefting it up onto the bed. “Mom and Dad wanted to keep things fair and since they were paying for Ro Bro to have a single room to make space for Lo, they went and got me one, too.”

“But…” Patton’s face scrunched so hard his head hurt. “I…I still don’t understand.”

“Vee’s a senior and shoulda gotten a single. He just missed the deadline. It was really just bad luck that Ro and I swooped in and snatched up ours right after the waitlist opened for the pathetic underclass.” He smirked and gave a little shoulder shimmy. “At least that’s what the hot guy in the RA office told me.”

“But…” Patton worked off his backpack and set it down on the floor next to the bed. Wincing, he rubbed a knot in his shoulder. “Won’t your parents be mad you switched rooms? That you’re not in the room they paid for?”

“I dunno,” he paused like he had to think about it, Patton’s last bag dangling from his hand. Finally he shrugged and flashed Patton a manic smile. “Maybe? I’ll tell ‘em I had a good reason.” He plopped the bag on the floor next to the others.

“Which was?” Patton prompted.

Remus stared back at him, brow crinkled. After a moment, his face lit up and he grinned. “Oh, the reason why I switched?”

“Well, yeah?” Patton stared at him. Was he high? Remus’ eyes had danced in their sockets as he'd rambled but focused directly on Patton whenever he spoke. He didn’t smell like weed, but Patton supposed an edible or drops or something wouldn’t leave behind an odor. Maybe it was something worse than weed? He looked out in the quiet hall, but everyone was either tucked away in their own rooms or on their way to dinner.

Remus blinked at him. “Oh… Well I… I didn’t at first, but after Mom and Dad got me moved in and they went to help RoLo, I had nothing to do, so… I went to go meet the neighbors. Vee was the most interesting person on the floor.” He leaned close and whispered, “It’s a bunch of dance majors on this side of the building.” As if that explained anything. “Vee and I got to talking. Did you know he’s a poetry major? I didn’t even know you could major in poetry! Anyway, Vee showed me his secret pet, ‘Charlotte.’”

“Aww, he brought a pet?” Patton’s fingers itched to stroke a soft fuzzy thing. There’d been a barn cat at camp he’d admired from afar—and downwind, avoiding his dander. He'd leave him bits of fish from dinner, then have to shoo him away if he got too close. His fur had looks silky and fluffy and perfect. Especially for making his eyes water and his nose itch.  “I’ve always wanted a pet," Patton sighed. "That… that might’ve been nice to have a roommate with one.” Remus stepped back, hands shoved into too-tight pockets and something dark passed over his face. 

He’d made him mad. “I—I—I don’t mean you’re not, um—That—that was really nice that you traded rooms so he’d have his own room his last year of school and—”

But Remus just laughed. “Charlotte’s Vee’s pet spider. She’s a tarantula the size of your hand, well… the size of my hand,” he said, waggling long fingers too close to Patton’s face.

“Oh,” Patton shivered, brushing away the imagined touch of eight tiny legs creeping up and down his arms. Back when they were in the sixth grade, Remus had found an absolutely gigantic spider on his way to school and he’d offered it to him and Ro to pet. Patton had screamed at the sight of it and Remus had just barely managed to catch it before Ro crushed it with a math book. “I—” He looked around the tiny room. “It— she’s not still here, is she?”

“Nah, Charlotte's safe and happy in her terrarium, tucked under a quilt in his room.” 

“I…” Patton shuddered. “I don’t like spiders.”

“I remember,” he grinned again, looking over his shoulder as he picked up the clothes he’d dropped when Patton had arrived. “That time I showed you JoJo, you screamed loud enough the Principal heard you in his office up on the second floor.”

“JoJo?” Patton shivered again, eyes wide. “You named it?”

“Mm-hm, kept him happy and alive all summer, too.” Remus tapped the music back on but turned the volume way down. “Then he had babies.” He pinched his thumb and forefinger and mimed plucking something from the palm of his hand. “Tiny little things. Ro Bro got so mad when they got out and I wouldn’t let him squish ‘em,” he laughed. “It was great!”

Apparently Ro had spared him that particular story. Patton shivered again and tried not to imagine Vee’s spider across the hall making babies. Would they be able to get out? The cage had to open sometimes if only to feed it. What did you even feed a pet spider? 

Patton’s stomach grumbled and a blush crawled up his face when Remus laughed. “I was about to say we should probably go check out the dining hall before all the good stuff is gone.” He gathered up one more armful of clothes from his own bag then shoved it all into the bottom drawer. “But it sounds like you had the same idea!” After switching off the music, he pulled on the same old scuffed pair of green leather docs Patton had seen him in since before their senior year. 

Remus followed Patton’s gaze and grinned as he stood, leaving the laces undone. “Finally broke ‘em in.”

He moved to the door and held it open. “Let’s go eat and I’ll help you unpack later.”

“Um,” Patton’s eyes fell on his small blue pack. “Y—you don’t have to, I mean…”

“What’s the matter?” He waggled his eyebrows when he saw where Patton was looking. “Don’t want me to find your porn collection?”

Patton’s blush grew and he shook his head. “No… no nothing—nothing like that, just…” Remus could not see what was in that bag. He was pretty sure Ro didn’t even know he still had it. 

He’d never hear the end of it if Remus found it.

Remus’ grin melted but was back a moment later. “Up to you,” he shrugged then jerked his head toward the hall. “You coming?”

Ignoring his suggestive wink, Patton nodded and followed him out into the hallway. Remus closed the door behind them then jiggled the doorknob, nodding when it wouldn’t open. He didn’t speak again until they’d reached the elevator, just swinging his arms, popping one knuckle at a time with his thumbs. “So…” he finally said, rocking back on his heels before slapping his toes down flat. “If you didn’t know I was gonna be your roommate, what did take you so long? Check-in ended hours ago and you missed Orientation.”

“I, um…” The look on Ro’s face when he’d arrived at his dorm, surprised and not-quite happy, swam before Patton’s eyes and his chest tightened. He cleared his throat and busied himself with checking he had his phone and the not-yet-memorized door codes before stepping onto the elevator.  “I went to my old dorm first. With Ro?” He glanced up, continuing when Remus nodded. “I… I didn’t know I’d been switched.”

Remus stomped his foot and the elevator rattled. “The Housing Office didn’t even fucking bother to tell you?”

“No—I mean, yes, I… I was at camp and—”

“Oh!” Re’s anger melted and he grinned down at him, eyes bright. “You went back to be a counselor at Timber Lake?”

Patton blinked up at him. “You know my camp?”

Remus rolled his eyes but didn’t lose his smile. “You’ve only been going there since you were what, six?”

“Seven,” he corrected absently. “It’s always right after my birthday.”

The elevator opened and Remus wedged his boot against the doors, nodding and sweeping out his arm. Ro would do that. He shrugged when Patton hesitated. “I saw it try to eat some girl’s suitcase before.”

“Thanks,” Patton mumbled and quickly slipped out, giving the doors a wide berth. Remus stayed close behind, and silence fell between them as they followed the path around the gallery. But it didn’t last.

“When did your camp get out?”

“Two weeks ago.” Patton gnawed at the inside of his cheek, eyes down on the path.

“So what, you had a really hot date and couldn’t be bothered to get dressed and check your mail?” He waggled his eyebrows but grew serious when Patton just shook his head.

Patton looked up at him, something in Remus’ eyes hooked into his chest and tried to pull the story out. Whether it was those eyes of his that looked so much like Ro’s without being Ro’s. Or just the way his shoulders sloped, hands in his pockets. Remus seemed smaller… Less imposing. It made Patton want to explain. To tell him everything.

He opened his mouth but the words just wouldn’t come out. Patton’s head drooped and he looked down at his ratty sneakers. What he’d gone through was not even close to what Logan had suffered. Not… really. He shrugged. “I had the option to stay and help close up the camp for the summer… You know… A little extra cash never hurts.” He risked a glance up but Remus wasn’t looking at him, his eyes fixed on a point on the path ahead of them. “So… I came straight to school from camp and went to the room listed in my old letter and… well, you know.”

“So you met Ro’s new beau?”

“Yeah,” Patton nodded, throat tightening again. He felt Remus’ eyes on him and he looked up, pushing a smile onto his face. “He seems really nice. Well…” Logan’s vague threat to put Remus in the hospital if he joked about his parents again sent a shiver down his spine. He’d seen Remus in a fight but even while sad Logan had looked like he’d deliver on the threat. “He told me you called him ‘Little Orphan Annie.’”

“Yeah, he was way too wound up,” Remus laughed. “Did he tell you I offered to make him a real orphan?”

Patton’s feet stuttered and Remus stopped, too. “You what?”

“Yeah, his parents are real dicks. What kind of people would throw their kid out just for coming out, anyway?”

“Bad ones,” Patton muttered.

“My point exactly!” Remus said, arms flung up in the air. 

Patton huffed out a little laugh and Remus grinned back at him, then walked silently for a few more yards. Hands shoved back into his pockets, Remus kept his eyes on the path and asked quietly, “So you really didn’t know about Ro changing roommates?”

“I really didn’t,” Patton shook his head and swallowed against the growing lump in his throat.

“Hmph,” he grunted, brow furrowed. “You know when you ghosted, Ro thought you were mad at him. I mean,” he added when Patton looked up, horrified. “I couldn’t’ve blamed you if you had. I woulda been fucking pissed if I were you.”

Patton shook his head and traced the crack on the sorta-new phone in his pocket. “Oh, I could never just ghost Ro. I lo—like him too much for that.”

If Remus caught his slip, he didn’t let on. “That’s what I thought,” he said and pulled open the door to the dining hall with a little bow. “After you, Roomie.”

~

Hours after dinner and all the unpacking was finished, Remus stumbled out of the shower to find Patton already nestled in a huddle of blankets on his bed. He’d left a desk lamp on, illuminating mostly Remus’ side of the room. But the light still cast a soft glow over the tuft of blond curls spilling out over Patton's pillow.

One hand scrubbing his hair dry with a towel, Remus tiptoed closer to his desk and clicked off the lamp. The room went black for a moment, fading up into a silvery grey as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Moonlight battled the lamps out on the edge of the quad, spilling in through the open window blinds and tracing sharp lines over the stubble sprouting along Patton’s jaw. It grew darker than the hair on his head and just as Remus wondered if it was scratchy, Patton sleepily itched his chin and rolled over.

His eyes were softly closed, relaxed in sleep. But his lids were puffy. Dark shadows lay underneath, deepened by the weird zebra striped lighting and contrasted by Patton’s soft, round cheeks. Patton turned his head and, for a second, Remus was pretty sure there were wet spots on his pillowcase. But maybe it was just a trick of the light.

Figuring it was decidedly creepy to stand there in the dark and watch him sleep, Remus threw his towel over his desk chair and climbed into his own bed. Keeping his new tattoo uncovered meant laying on his side, facing Patton’s bed. Silver moonlight glowed in his curls, cherubic.

“‘Night, Patton,” Remus whispered, and mushed his head into his own pillow before forcing his eyes shut.

He didn’t yet know if it was Ro who’d made Patton cry, but if it had been, he’d make sure his brother paid.

The sight of Patton’s face when he learned Remus wasn’t even supposed to be his roommate, big seafoam eyes downcast, fingers twitching at his sides, wrapped itself around his heart and squeezed. If it turned out Patton had been crying because of him, well… Remus had all year to figure out a way to make that up to him.

[roarinsaurus]

AITA for holding a grudge against my roommate for moving out without telling me?

I (25N) had a roommate (??N) for a few months who I let live with me because they needed help finding their footing after getting a work reassignment, which I agreed to help with, too. We got along alright (there was a bit of an Odd Couple thing going on), even though they never paid rent and were always asking me to buy things for them. We were actually really close for how short of a time we lived together. A lot of people commented about how it seemed like we could talk to each other without speaking. My roommate never really talked about their personal life but I didn’t mind since I wasn’t interested in sharing mine. It felt like we had developed a pretty good friendship, especially after experiencing some really intense situations together where we had to stick our necks out for the other a couple times.

Everything was fine but they got really weird after some friend from their past (??N) (I’ll call them S) showed up one day and started doing some dangerous stuff to get their attention (S kidnapped another friend’s teenage nephew, S threatened me with a very big knife). I stood by my roommate through their confrontation with S and we got them to leave for the time being. I thought we’d get closer through the whole ordeal but that night they just left the apartment without any warning and cut me off. The only thing they left was a note telling me they were gone that I found when I woke up.

I ended up tracking them down and they tried to explain that they were trying to keep their past and job away from me because it was too dangerous, but I was hurt because I felt like I had already proven I was capable and thought we had developed a trust. I also found out they had lied about the circumstances that our friendship was based on (they weren’t even on job reassignment, they were fired). I’ve been really mad ever since and have been avoiding talking/being alone with them. When we do talk, it can end up getting really tense. We've attempted to patch things up a couple times, but things keep coming up that bring me back to being mad at them. More recently they had another old friend (??N) come to town and they moved in together immediately. They’re kind of filling the same role I had before and makes me wonder if I was a temporary replacement of some kind.

I’ll admit I can be petty and I’ve been talking about them behind their back to my friends (who we sometimes hang out together with as a group). I’ve also been pushing them about their past more, even in front of our friends (I may have created a bit of a scene when I found out the reason they were fired). Maybe I’m being unfair because I understand not wanting to talk about your past (I haven’t been open about my life before them either). That same day found out they have a degenerative condition that’s been factoring into their behavior and secrecy. Am I being an asshole?

[ashintheairlikesnow]

I think it also probably plays a role that Vince and Kauri are a bit too similar for comfort, right? Vince is like a reflection of who Kauri really is, all the trauma and escapism and drug abuse — he is just much worse at hiding it both from others and from himself. It probably doesn’t sit right with Kauri just how much of Vince he sees in himself.

Peel away the self-delusion, and Kauri’s life is just as bleak as Vince’s. Even after Kauri’s escape, Vince is still a living reminder of everything Kauri is trying to run away from. No matter how hard he tries, Kauri is still Vincent Shield. He must hate that.

Let me give you a little somethin'-somethin' that I wrote once but never fit into anything so it just sat in my word docs gathering dust...

-

Vince looks up from the papers spread across the table as the door opens and closes. Nat waves one hand. "Don't worry about it, it's Kauri."

"How can you tell?"

"I know what it sounds like when he comes in." She doesn't elaborate and doesn't look up, either. She highlights, bright yellow line across a series of bolded black numbers. "This is the grant we get that helps cover the cost of food. With the recession, they're cutting the amount we receive by about a third."

"Uh-huh." Vince looks towards the doorway, watching, endlessly curious about the strange hostile clone of himself that sometimes sleeps here, more often elsewhere. "I'll cover it. The check can come through Dynastic Blood Technologies, they donate annually to you anyway."

"Vince, are any of your shell companies real?" Nat has a smile in her voice, leaning her cheek against her hand as she makes a note in pen.

"All of them are. Legally speaking. But Dynastic actually is a real research company. Trying to cure hemophilia, I think. I don't remember. I just went in on it as a co-founder, I don't remember much about the day to day. Yulia does all the detail stuff."

"Hm. So-... Okay, moving on to this-"

Vince flinches when Kauri pops into the doorframe from sheer surprise. Those blue eyes skip him entirely, refusing to land, and he doesn't blame him - direct focus tends to make Kauri black out and wake up with one hell of a headache. Or so he says. Vince has only seen it happen once.

"Hey, Nat."

"Hi, Kauri. You staying the night this time?"

"Nah. Just in dire need of a shower and some food that didn't come from McDonald's. Is Jake home?"

"Nope. Class."

"Damn. It's not Tuesday?"

"Wednesday."

Vince blinks. "You don't know what day it is?"

Kauri still won't look at him, but the smile drops off his face. "Can't read, asshole. Counts for calendars, too. Sometimes I lose fucking track of the date. They wiped all that smart shit away."

"Right. Sorry."

"Apology appreciated but maybe just fuck off next time you want to ask stupid questions. That's why I'm here, remember?"

"Kauri, be nice," Nat warns. "To Vince and to yourself." She looks up now, and Vince looks at her while fiddling with the travel mug in his hands. He undoes the lid and snaps it back. Finally takes a sip. The burn down his throat feels good.

Kauri snorts. "Whatever. What about Chris, is he around?"

"He is, but... He's having a hard day. Nightmares and then I did something wrong at breakfast, not sure what, he didn't seem to be able to explain it. But he's a little shaky."

"Oh. Should I... leave him alone, or..."

"No, honey. Go on up there, he'll be thrilled to see you. Just don't turn the light on. I think he's in Jake's room."

"Cool. How long is Sexiest Man of the Year going to be here?"

Vince groans, taking another drink. "Don't talk about that. Someone on my management team off paid People Magazine, I swear."

"Probably."

Vince feels his face warm and stares down at the paperwork on the kitchen table. "... Kauri, listen-"

"Nope."

"Vince and I are finishing up," Nat interjects smoothly. "He should be out of here in an hour or so, and we'll go out to lunch."

"Great. Hey, Vince, I wanted to ask you something."

Vince looks up, and Kauri is looking off to the side, his profile what Vince sees. Nearly identical to his own, years ago, at this age. Just with longer hair and paler skin. "What?"

"Is drinking yourself to death helping?"

He blinks and looks down at his travel mug, then back up. "This is coffee."

"Hm, not all of it though, huh? So is it helping? The liquor? Make you feel better, help you sleep at night?"

Some vicious hurt creature inside Vince lashes out, and before he can stop himself he hears his own voice asking, "Not really. Does fucking everyone who looks at you help you?"

Nat opens her mouth to protest or stop them, but before she can, Kauri laughs. The brittle bright laughter rings through the room, and he turns away, headed for the stairs.

"Can't hurt me by calling me what I already know I am, movie star," He says, carelessly, tossed over his shoulder as he takes the steps two at a time. "Hurts way worse to remember what I'm not."

Vince stares after him, then takes another swig from the travel mug. Whiskey and coffee, the blend of burn and bitterness.

"... Why is he better at that than me?" He mutters.

Nat looks over at him, then back towards the entryway, listening to the creak of Kauri walking across the old wooden hall above their heads. "He practices," She says, voice low. "All the time."

[godtoga]

13, BakuDabi

Thank you Bon c: I’ve never written this ship before but this was fun

Ship: bakudabi

Prompt: 13. cutting through bindings

Additional Notes: Injured Character + Restraints + Enemies with a Spark + PH!Bakugou + Explicit Language

Bakugou’s own weight works against him as he hangs limply from the wall. One eye is swollen shut, and his mouth stings any time he tries to curse the bastards who put him here.

A villain is one thing, but a sneaky one? He better be on the run because as soon as Bakugou wiggles himself free, he’s going to kill him for this.

As soon as that, huh?

Bakugou doesn’t know how long he’s been here, but he’s sure it’s been long enough that the pain in his ribs and legs has almost stopped getting on his nerves.

He tries to jerk his hand free so he can blow himself out, but these goddamned quirk suppressant cuffs might have been worth the money these bastards paid for them. Good job, Hatsume, you finally got one.

He’s not getting out of this, is he?

Bakugou snarls and spits out a mouthful of blood and kicks his feet across the sandy concrete floor, and he thinks then that if he has to chew his own hands off like a rat to get out if here then fine. So be it.

The light flickers ahead, and he looks up in time to see the door close with his one good eye, and a familiar silhouette approaches just as the scent of something charred fills his nose.

A mixture of dread and something else fills his chest, but Bakugou refuses to let either show on his face.

“What?” Dabi says. “Not happy to see me?”

Welp. One outta two ain’t bad.

Bakugou spits again, this time for sport.

“You come to kill me, bastard?”

“Nah,” he says, pulling out a knife, and Bakugou locks his eyes onto it like a caged animal. “And you can’t really go around calling people that when you know who their fathers are.”

“Heh. Don’t give a shit who your daddy is, you’re still a bastard.”

Dabi hums and points his knife at him, underhanded and lazy. “That’s fair.”

“I’m not scared of that,” Bakugou says.

“Me neither.”

Bakugou frowns because that was a stupid thing for the person holding the knife to say, but the next thing he knows, Dabi is sawing through the duct tape around his wrist like he’s skinning a bear.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“Gettin’ the trash off the wall,” he says casually as one of Bakugou’s arms fall free.

“Why?”

“I’ve decided to take my job as Shouto’s big brother seriously,” he says. “Tell him I said hi for me.”

“You’re out of your fucking mind.”

Dabi laughs. “You’re probably right about that.”

Bakugou considers swinging his free arm, capped hand and all, at Dabi’s head, but instead he watches curiously as he cuts him free.

It’s not a clean job. Dabi nicks the skin a few times, probably on purpose, but a few minutes later, Bakugou is leaning against the wall for balance, but he’s free.

Well.

Almost.

Dabi flicks the knife closed and shoves it in his pocket.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Dabi raises his eyebrows, and Bakugou raises one of his muted hands.

“Oh, did you actually want to die? Because you could’ve saved me a lot of time just now.”

“Excuse me?”

“I take those off, you do something stupid, and I roast you alive before your feet hit the floor,” he says before his lips curl into a smile. “Or were you planning to be good for me.”

Bakugou shoves past him and sucks his teeth. “Oh, fuck off.”

Dabi roars a laugh, and Bakugou does a gesture as close to flipping him off as he can with his hands neutered.

“See you next Saturday,” he sings, and Bakugou exhales, annoyed.

“Don’t be late this time,” he says without looking back over his shoulder.

“Miss me already?”

“Fuck off, idiot,” he scoffs, turning back. “Your sister busts her ass every week for those dinners, and if I have to hear her cry again about how you’re not coming because your family was never meant to have some bullshit happy ending, I’ll pluck every last one of your staples out myself.”

Dabi’s eyebrows raise, aghast, but just for a moment before a casual smile rests on his stupid, shithead, smuglord ass of a face. “Now how are you gonna do that with your hands like that?”

“You know I can still hit you like this, right? I don’t need my quirk to knock your stupid ass out.”

“Isn’t your rib broken?”

“Maybe,” he says. “What’s it to ya?”

Dabi walks towards him, and Bakugou takes a cautious step back.

The corner of Dabi’s mouth twitches.

“Go home, Kats,” he says quietly, and he turns and leaves, pointing towards the exit without another word.

Bakugou blinks quickly with his one good eye, and he turns to leave, not quite sure what to think about a villain using his given name.

No, not just a villain.

Shouto’s brother.

And he just got him out of here.

[purplesurveys]

1697

Do you know anyone whose birthday is tomorrow? Maybe if I checked the birthdays tab on Facebook...but right off the bat, no, I wouldn’t know anyone having a birthday tomorrow.

What was the last thing you found that you thought you lost forever? Reena’s necklace gift that I talked about around three surveys ago. I’m so happy it’s back in my sight :(( 

Have you ever been to Times Square to watch the ball drop for the New Year? I’ve never been to the US.

If you have a Twitter, do you use something else besides the computer to update your tweets? Oh I rarely use my laptop to tweet now. It’s always through my phone.

The last time you said ‘I love you’ to someone, who said it first, them or you? They did.

Do you like potato salad? Can’t say I do; I don’t think I’ve ever tried one.

Who was the last person that apologized to you? Angela, although I did apologize right back because I felt like I was more at fault about the thing we were both saying sorry for.

Have you ever driven and ended up running out of gas? Noooooooo I avoid that happening at all costs. I wouldn’t know what to do if I got stranded somewhere, regardless if the area is familiar or not.

When was the last time you uploaded pictures from your camera? Around a week ago on Instagram when I did a photo dump of my recent trips. Did you do the laundry today? No.

What was the reason behind the last time you stayed up all night? Eh, just going through Instagram reels and edits which I can do long enough to have me stay up all night.

Did you straighten or curl your hair last? I don’t do either. It’s always either a trim or having it dyed altogether.

Have you ever been off-roading? Nope, not my thing.

Who was the last person you loaned money to? I didn’t exactly loan, but when my friends and I were booking Klook tours I had been the one to shoulder the full costs then they just paid me back within the month.

Was the last number you added to your cell phone a guy’s or girl’s number? Idk I never add contacts to my phone anymore.

Do you enjoy being a tease? I don’t do that.

Have you ever had a UFO sighting or a sighting of strange lights in the sky? Nope. I’ve seen what I thought were strange flashing lights but they always got debunked in the end. Usually just a plane, lol.

Who was the last person you caught lying to you? That hasn’t happened lately.

How old were you when you were first pulled over by the police? 18. I was changing lanes where I shouldn’t have been.

Do you have a webcam that’s built into your computer or did it come separately? It’s built into the laptop.

Was there ever a time that you lived on an island? I...kind of do? The Philippines is an archipelago.

Have you ever made a time capsule? Nah.

When was the last time you drank out of a champagne glass? I’ve never done that.

What was the last casino you went to? City of Dreams.

Does it flood easily where you live? Not here. The other parts of my village are less lucky though, so it’s fortunate we live where we do.

If you drive a car, does it come with side airbags? As far as I know, it doesn’t.

[deviantartdramahub]

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Ugh no, I dislike Marian bc she manipulated my friend Tam. She kept blocking then unblocking him, putting them in some kind of sick cat-and-mouse game. She always tried manipulating him away from me and Club, and her behavior was intolerable. Ik you're all for innocents getting manipulated, but I ain't dealing with it, dear.

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Honey what's so hard to understand that what was said was an OBVIOUS TYPO? That's why I paid no mind to it at first, BC I USED MY GODDAMN BRAINS! YOU WERE CLEARLY JUST USING IT AS AN OPPORTUNITY TO FURTHER HARASS CLUB! HE HID THE COMMENT BC YOU WERE FALSELY ACCUSING HIM OVER IT! Club isn't a groomer, and the people saying he is are either ableist trolls like you wanting a "good" excuse to harass someone, or they're misinformed people who were manipulated by said trolls. How many times will we have to explain it, smh. I would never support actual groomers (such as you lmao), but Club ISN"T ONE.

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Uhhh prettyyyy suree Loveless is the one stalking Club, lol. Wouldn't you be as paranoid as he was if you were getting endlessly slandered and harassed like that? Ugh. You do WAY worse to your enemies.

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Uh okay and you're just as bad as Sam. Only you're a whole group of people doing this shit. So in a way ig you're worse LMAO...also what happened wasn't Club or Tam's fault so quit making it up as it is.

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No Tam probably just wanted to defend their friend, why do you assume everything is Club's fault? I swear, one day they'll blame him for the birth of Hitler. And you know what's fucked up? Seeing Tam as nothing but a minion bc of his age. Oh and for the record, you DO lash out and attack them. All the damn time lmao. Do I even have to link the examples???

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Bro stop acting like Club's manipulating me when YOU'RE the ones clearly doing it! And just bc I'm a kid doesn't mean I can't say no! Saying children can't stand up for themselves is just wrong. But the reason I don't is bc I GENUINELY APPRECIATE AND CARE ABOUT CLUB! I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST HIM! And if you did think this was true, why did you harass me later on for "not saying no" then? Tsk tsk tsk. And he supports all minorities. But when he made those cute little pride flag drawings YOU MADE FUN OF HIM FOR IT!

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Sweetheart if you're so sorry for us then stop contributing to our harassers and also quit accusing us of being future pedophiles. Just ew. Be ashamed of yourself now 7-7

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Not all of the hub attacked me, it was probably only Sam. Tri has always been friendly towards me and the whole group shouldn't be blamed for this. Keep in mind this is a place where ANYONE and EVERYONE is allowed to talk! Both good and bad people! Bc unlike you, Tri's actually fair. And unlike this group, YOUR ENTIRE GROUP WANTS TO HARASS ME!

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"why do this? is it cuz he gives you crappily drawn art? Is it cuz he tells you stupid shit like 'happy april hurr de durr’ is it cuz he gives you points and core which is WORTHLESS in the grander scheme of things?" Nah it's bc he's our friend and ya'll just salty you don't have any real ones 7w7

"If you continue to ignore this then sorry we are not going to protect you anymore if you are that brainwashed by that shit stained loser Club." Sweetie please you saying you were EVER protecting me is just gross. Kindly fuck off, if you really want me to be safe <3 (Which btw you don't, you're just disgusting manipulators.)

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Smh I'm his friend, and listening to a friend's problems IS THE LEAST YOU CAN DO FOR THEM! Club was NEVER trying to harm me! I'm completely fine with being there for him! BC HE'S MY FUCKING FRIEND! Is this how you would react to a friend of yours if they asked if they could vent to you? Just pitiful. If you don't have the emotional energy to listen to someone at the moment, politely tell them so like a normal person jfc.

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The only reason why he felt the need to seek validation from his friends is BECAUSE OF YOUR GOD-AWFUL TREATMENT OF HIM! You think you can do all the things you did and expect him to still be in a good mental health-state and have good self-thoughts? You think you can gang up on him and tell him he's a terrible person and expect him to not be insecure, scared, self-conscious, OR ANY OF THAT? You need to grow up and learn that your actions HAVE FUCKING CONSEQUENCES, YOU GODDAMN SELFISH 6-YEAR-OLDS! But then again, you would never in your life care if you ever hurt a person, now would you?

Sighhhhh I think that's enough for now lol -w-

Bye, see you tomorrow evening, and sorry for this big one, hehe.

That’s alright. Some people like them have explaining to do, more than they ever can or will.

Regarding the eighth point, admittedly things have improved a lot ever since that was a problem. I can guarantee these days Sam is a non-issue, he may come around but would have his hands tied by better paradigms when he does.

[thewolffairytaler]

When The Omnivores Scream - Chapter eight: The plan and the split

NOT SPONSORED OR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS TO THE BREAD BOARD PLUS. Vividly_Changing just wanted to write it as realistically as possible.

The contestants haven't been in Haddonfield for long, barely one full day of exploration, but trying to find a good spot to have breakfast made them realise how big this town actually was. There were multiple options of where to go, but they needed to go to a restaurant that could offer breakfast food at a good price. So here they were, sitting at a four table seating place inside a restaurant called Bread Board Plus as they were eating their sandwiches. The restaurant has a relaxed atmosphere, with a few small tables scattered around the space. A waitress, Rachel, takes great care of the customers, chatting and smiling between serving food and taking payments. She's friendly and efficient, but it's hard to know if she's just doing her job or if she's actually that friendly. Either way, the crew paid her no mind as they just ate their own different sandwiches that Malik had paid for them since none of the other contestants had American currency.

"I'm sorry you had to waste your money on us, Malik." Eva-Maja suddenly decided to speak up as she offered a bite of her egg sandwich to Alfons. Malik took a sip of his coffee and then waved his hand dismissively.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I don't mind paying, really. Besides, it's not like I had anything better to spend my money on anyway.” After Joselito swallowed a bite of his own breakfast, he started to do a mini review of the sandwich he got.

"For a cheap price, this ain't bad, but nothing special. If I had the tools and ingredients, I could have made gourmet sandwiches for all of you.” Malik snorted at that, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, is that so? You seem pretty confident in your cooking skills, José. Are you secretly a master chef or something?” He gave Malik a quick glance as the Filipino man tried to wipe away some sauce on a napkin.

"I'm actually a professional chef." He simply stated nonchalantly, which made Malik's eyebrows shoot up as he was taken by surprise.

"Wait, you're a professional chef? That's impressive. Why didn't you tell us before?" Anders nodded in agreement, his eyes widening slightly.

"Yeah, that's quite the surprise. You seemed so young, I wouldn't have guessed you had such a profession already.” Joselito pushed the frame of his black glasses back up on his nose.

"I'm not that young, I'm only twenty-nine years old." Malik let out a low whistle, clearly impressed.

"Twenty-nine, huh? Still, being a chef at your age is quite an achievement." Anders chimed in, now looking a bit more interested.

"I'm curious, have you worked at any fancy restaurants? Or maybe open your own place?” Joselito shook his head and took a small bite of his own sandwich.

"Nah, not yet. Haven't had much time for that, to be honest." Malik tilted his head, intrigued.

"What do you mean? Surely you've had some job opportunities or something?” Joselito let down his sandwich on the plate, to then wipe away a bit of any leftovers around his mouth.

"Yeah, sure. I've worked at different restaurants and professional environments in my years. But I've also been doing other things like monk training and all of that back home in the Philippines. So I've never really had the time for it." Joselito continued to eat a piece of his turkey sandwich. Anders furrowed his brow, looking a bit confused. Malik leaned forward, his interest now even more piqued.

"Monk training? That sounds quite unusual. So you've switched between being a chef and being a monk? That's quite the change of lifestyle, isn’t it?”

"Yeah, but it's not something I've had at once. I've only been a monk twice in my life. And that’s when I was a teenager, and in the early years of my twenties. And being a monk doesn't mean you have to constantly be one for years. At minimum, you could do it for like a month in order to get good karma for your family." He stated this, whilst using his hands in a way to explain and properly evaluate how he feels. Anders and Malik nodded, absorbing the information. Malik asked another question. 

"That's quite an interesting perspective. And how does being a chef fit into all of this? Do you combine your culinary skills with your spirituality in any way?” Joselito slightly chuckled at that as he shook his head unhurriedly.

"It's more of a way of discipline, like you train both body and mind in order to not only appreciate what you have in life. But also use that skill in order to not mess up as much, if you get what I mean.” Malik nodded slowly, grasping the idea.

"Ah, I see. So it’s like a way to hone discipline and control, both physically and mentally. That's fascinating." Anders took a thoughtful sip of his coffee.

"And being a chef fits into that perfectly, I assume. It requires a lot of precision and patience, not to mention the discipline to master certain skills.” Joselito nodded a couple of times at Anders's thought process.

"Exactly.” Malik drummed his fingers on the table, mulling over the new information.

"So, you've used your discipline as a monk to excel in cooking, then." Anders raised his eyebrows, clearly impressed.

"You know, I never thought I’d find such deep discussion topics over breakfast.” Malik and Joselito agreed in a hum like manner as they ate their sandwiches. Eva-Maja just continued on to eating and listening to their conversation. Not being too much of a speaker at all during these moments and just wanted to enjoy her food. Joselito suddenly decided to switch the conversation up to something else instead of just talking about himself. He finished his last bite and then clapped once to get rid of the bread crumbs on his hands.

"So, what do you guys do for a living? Not including Anders, since we already know he's a Taxi Driver.” Malik just swallowed the mashed sandwich in his mouth, then glanced at the other contestants. 

"Fair enough, we should get to know more about each other. I'm a firefighter. I've been studying and training for four years now. So, to others, one would say that I'm a rookie, but I think I've had enough experience to know what I'm doing for now.” Eva-Maja nodded to that in comprehension as she then started speaking up to tell about herself since she knew it was her time to mention her profession.

"I'm a doctor who works in a clinic. That's the simple explanation of what I'm doing.” Anders and Malik both looked at her with a bit of intrigue. Anders was the first to speak. 

"A doctor, huh? That's quite impressive." Malik nodded, his expression showing his respect. "Yeah, being a doctor takes a lot of dedication. I bet you've seen quite a few things in your clinic.” Eva-Maja's eyes widened over that statement as she nervously began to correct him.

"O-Oh, it's not my clinic, I just work there as an intern right now…” Anders scoffed a little over her correction. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms on his chest. 

"Ah, I see, you're just an intern. Still, working at a clinic counts for something." Joselito gave a reassuring smile, as he glanced at Eva-Maja.

"So what kind of doctor are you?" She fiddled a bit with her fingers as she began thinking over how to tell them, but instead decided on telling what she was directly. There is no proper explanation, just letting the words hopefully be enough for them to comprehend what she does for a living.

"I'm an Infectious Disease Specialist.” Malik looked a bit surprised upon hearing that. He began to sit up straight in his chair, eyes fixed on Eva-Maja. 

"An infectious disease specialist? That sounds pretty important." Anders nodded in agreement, sipping more of his coffee. He let out a low whistle.

"And quite the serious profession, too. You deal with some nasty stuff in that job.” She shook her head a bit at that, as she gave her last sandwich piece to Alfons, so the cat wouldn't get hungry later. She could manage fine without food for a long time.

"Yeah, it does get messy. Especially when other doctors sometimes miss diagnose their patients. It puts much more stakes on the line.” Malik let out a low hum of acknowledgement.

"I can imagine. A wrong diagnosis could make things even more complicated." Anders gave a slight nod, his eyes fixed on Eva-Maja as he spoke.

"I know I'd be nervous to be diagnosed by you. With a job like that, people must expect a lot from you.” She sighed at that reminder as she fiddled a bit more with her fingers.

"It does get a bit stressful at times. Some even die if they have a disease that isn't curable, but it's always the small coffins that are always the heaviest…” The air suddenly became noticeably heavier at her somber remark. Neither Malik nor Anders could find the words to lighten the mood. Joselito glanced at Eva-Maja sympathetically, feeling the weight of her words.

"Sorry... We we're having a good time, and I suddenly ruined it." She looked down to Alfons, who just had his head up at his owner, as he began to let out sounds of concern. Malik's expression softened as he spoke up.

"Hey, don't apologize. It's normal to feel the weight of your job sometimes." Joselito gave a slow nod.

"Yeah, you handle some tough stuff. It's okay to get a bit down." Anders kept his gaze on her, feeling the somber vibe in the air. All of a sudden, the oldest man wanted to ask her something else.

"So, do you only work as a specialist? Or do you do other things as well in the medical industry?” Eva-Maja glanced up from Alfons, her attention shifting to Anders' question.

"Well, I mainly focus on diagnosing patients to cure them. It requires a lot of specific knowledge and training." She paused for a moment, letting out a small hum.

"But I do have a fair amount of general medical knowledge and experience, so if necessary, I can still help out in other fields of medicine.” Malik gave a slight nod, impressed by her multifaceted skills.

"That's impressive. You're not just specialized in one area, but you have a bit of knowledge in everything. That's definitely useful in your job.” Anders couldn't help but press on more information about her, though, since he wanted to know if she had anything useful in order to aid the crew. Anders' curiosity continued to pique as he leaned forward, his interest clearly growing. 

"So, with all that experience, I'm assuming you have some useful medical knowledge for us?" Malik and Joselito were also listening closely, wondering if Eva-Maja had any important information. She nervously tapped the table with her point finger as she looked away for a moment to ponder if she should tell them or not, but she knew it was probably for the best to tell since it was not only extremely useful, but they would find out one day if she would ever try to use those items.

"Um... Well I...I do have a tendency to create medicine from scratch at times.” The three men's eyes widened at her response. Malik shifted in his seat, his interest now fully piqued.

"Create medicine from scratch, you say?" Anders' gaze fixed on her. "That sounds like a pretty unique skill. Have you made anything useful before?”

"I have made some old-fashioned medicines that are still useful today. Whilst others are more modern like..." She started whispering her next sentence, since she didn't want anybody near hearing them.

"...Acetaminophen and opioid painkillers.” All three men's mouths practically dropped at the mention of the modern painkillers. Malik, especially, looked impressed.

"Acetaminophen? Opioids? As in real modern painkillers? You can make those from scratch?” She hesitatingly nodded at that. It was clear as day that she hadn't mentioned this to anybody. But since she did, it must have meant she somewhat trusted them. Joselito leaned a bit closer to her as he started whispering back.

"So you're an apothecary?” Eva-Maja let out a small nervous hum, but still nodded at his question.

"Um, yeah, I-I guess you could call me that. I do like to mix and make my own medicine from natural ingredients..." Malik looked dumbfounded, his eyes wide. 

"That's incredible. Having an apothecary in our group might be really useful.” She slowly shook her head at that.

"I-I don't even have my materials for that though, I only have a couple of the most basic medicines you could get from a first aid kit because I didn’t think I was going to end up in a survival game.” Anders let out a small, huff at that, his arms crossing as he leaned back. 

"Well, that's a disappointment." Malik gave a sidelong glance at Anders before turning his attention back to Eva-Maja.

"But still, having those skills is impressive. Who knows, we might be able to find some of the ingredients you need here in Haddonfield.” Before Eva-Maja could even speak up again about the topic, she was suddenly cut off by the radio in the restaurant. The contestants' eyesight, along with multiple others who were either eating or were about to order their food, paid attention to the small box. A male voice could be heard coming from it.

“We're interrupting this program to inform you about the latest news. Twenty-one year old patient, Michael Audrey Myers has escaped Smith's Grove Sanitarium and is currently on the run somewhere in Haddonfield. We advise you to always be close to another civilian, to not stay out too late at night even though tonight it's Halloween. Do not at any circumstances try to interact or harm him yourself, he's a very dangerous and unstable man. If you have any information regarding him, or are in trouble, we recommend you call 911, and the authorities will help or come to you as quickly as possible. Thank you for listening to this announcement, and stay safe out there.”

As the announcement was over and it slowly was going back to the usual music program, the people in the restaurant began to speak amongst each other once more, the quartet however began to look amongst themselves, as they then began to stand up and quickly leave the restaurant in order to get back to the Taxi car. As they rushed to the parking lot, the four of them clumsily made themselves sit in their respective seats as they began to discuss what they needed to do. During the car seating, Malik was looking out the window, and was clearly upset. After a few seconds, he finally speaks.

“Are we just gonna go about our day like we don't know that he escaped?” Anders just looked at him in disbelief and in a way as if to say he thought he was stupid.

"Of course not. We're going to use this opportunity. To gather information about him.” Malik's eyes widened as he heard what Anders had said.

"Gather information"?! What information do we need that we don't already know? He kills people, he's obsessed with the holiday of Halloween, he likes to stalk his victims before finishing the job, he-" At this point, he was just rambling on and on. Anders immediately shook his head at that.

"Not that Malik. Information from the police and Loomis. Stuff that no normal people would be aware about.” Malik sighed at Anders' response, and looked at him with a bit of uncertainty.

"And how do you plan on doing that, considering he's escaped. No one is going to give us the information about how he's escaped, and where are we going to find Loomis? Loomis probably doesn't even live in Haddonfield anyways.” He began to take out some toothpicks he had picked up from the restaurant, which he had saved in his left pocket.

"He may not live here, but he's definitely around looking after Michael. Michael probably knows this, too, meaning he will try to avoid him until he finds Laurie.” Malik crossed his arms and looked unconvinced, but it seemed logical to him.

"So what do you plan to do then, Anders? Go up to Loomis and ask what he's found out so far, and how to stop Michael? Do you even know where Loomis is in the first place?” He began breaking the tooth picks unevenly in half.

"No I don't. That's why we are searching for him, and why we need to split up.” Malik was surprised by the plan, and looked at him as if he was insane.

"Split up? Are you out of your mind, Anders?! I'm not splitting up! We should be sticking together, not going around town looking for Loomis individually!” The man started to get more irritated by him as he tried to calm down by sighing.

"If we don't, not only do we bring a lot of attention. But we're also not getting more information from different sources if we stick together.” Malik knew that splitting up had its perks, but he was still not convinced that this would be for the best. He looks at him with an annoyed look on his face.

"Fine, we split up. But if you do something stupid, it's on you.” He started putting the toothpicks in his hands as he began mixing them around, to then turn around and offer everybody in the car to take one.

"Thank you. Now that we got that out of the way, somebody needs to stay in the car.” Malik looked at the toothpicks in the hands of Anders, and looked at him with a confused look.

"And what are the toothpicks for?” Anders deadpanned at that question, as he couldn't believe the black man didn't understand his intentions right away.

"The one that picks the shortest stick will stay in the car, and the other three search for useful information, is that clear?” Malik sighed at this response and then rolled her eyes. She looks at him with a bored expression.

"And what exactly am I supposed to do if I pick the shortest one? Sitting in the car? Twiddle my thumbs while you three go searching for Loomis?” Anders was seriously about to lose his patience with this kid.

"No, but if you are that bored. Then the one with the car gets to not only take care of it. But use it to move around Haddonfield. Sounds fair?” The young black man thought about this for a moment, and he was still not completely convinced that this plan was gonna work out for the best. But, he lets out a sigh and nods his head in agreement.

"Fine. If I pick the shortest stick, I'll stay in the car. But trust me: I'm not gonna be happy about it.” The Taxi Driver couldn't care less if he was happy or glad about it, as long as he did it.

"Sounds good to me, now pick one. You too, José and Eva-Maja.” Malik looks at the rest in the taxi, and rolls his eyes. He grabs a toothpick and looks at the length of it. It was an average size, not too long and not short as well. His eyes widened as he saw the length of Eva-Maja's toothpick. It was longer than his. Meaning that she definitely was not the one to use the car. He looks at Joselito, to see what kind of luck he had. Joselito had picked out a shorter tooth pic, not too long but it was still a couple inches smaller than Malik's. When there was only one left, Anders opened his hands up as he showed the long toothpick in his palm, one longer than Malik's, but shorter than Eva-Maja’s. It seems like Joselito picked the shortest stick amongst the bunch.

"Welp, at least I don't get to walk.” The Filipino man didn't seem to be dissapointed at the outcome, if anything, he seemed more calm at the fact.

“You're …You're not upset?” Eva-Maja questioned him as she tilted her head a bit to the side in confusion.

“No, why would I be?” He questioned her on that as he blinked twice afterwards. Alfons looked at the two humans, watching their conversation, his head slowly tilting to the side as it stared at the two, its curiosity increasing a bit as they continued to talk.

“Cause you might miss out on the action.” She tried to reason with him, but he didn't care that much.

“Oh, that’s okay though. I think I'd be too scared to face any kind of dangerous action anyways.” He nervously laughed at his own words, making Anders just huff at his response.

“So he's a scaredy cat, that's normal though. Anybody who's sane would be in this situation.” Anders began to give his car keys for Joselito to take, making Malik begin to question the man.

“So we're rolling out?” He nodded once firmly in response as he began to open the passenger seat door.

“Yup, I'm heading north. Eva-Maja, you'll go East. And Malik, you'll head west. Does everybody know what they are supposed to be doing?” Alfons's ears perked up again as he heard Anders mention the cardinal directions.

They all nod in agreement, each one mentally taking note of their assigned direction.

“Alright, everyone's got their instructions. Let's get to it then.” Anders was the first one to leave, closing the door of the taxi with ease. And as three contestants got out of the car, Joselito began to speak up for their concerns.

“Be careful out there, okay? We don't know what's waiting for us in this town.” Alfons, who was peacefully resting in Eva-Maja's arms. Began purring a bit because of the soothing wind in his fur as she was walking forward. Malik suddenly halted her by putting his hand on her right shoulder from behind.

"Wait, Eva-Maja. Don't leave yet.” She stopped in her tracks, turning back to look at Malik with curiosity and puzzlement in her eyes.

"What is it, Malik?” He looked at her with his drowsy bored eyes, as he told her with his natural deep voice.

"You didn't fully eat your breakfast beforehand because you shared some with the cat, here. Take this ten dollars.” Eva-Maja's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected gesture.

"You're giving me money? But... why?” His voice became a bit softer as he just shoved it in her right palm.

"I told you, treat yourself. And don't share it. You'll get hungry again if you do. Give me your phone too, I didn't mention this earlier. But we guys shared phone numbers last night, and couldn't do it with you. So I'm giving you mine right now.” When he was done with giving her his number on her flip phone, she took her phone from Malik, and her expression softened.

"Thank you, Malik. It's really kind of you to look out for me like this.” He looked away for a moment as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I have to. You're a woman. And a short one, too... Anybody could easily take you out with that personality and fragileness." He ended it with that as he slowly walked away, heading towards the west. As Malik walked away, Eva-Maja found herself watching him leave with a strange mixture of emotions. Confused by his behavior, she pondered over his words. He had a point, she was petite and somewhat fragile looking. But she bristled at the thought of being labeled as someone easily taken down. She might be small, but she wasn't weak. She took a deep breath and pocketed the money and her phone, steeling herself for the journey ahead. She began walking in the opposite direction, towards the east. She looked down to her arms, where the orange and white cat was resting, as she then carefully placed him on her left shoulder.

“It's just you and me now, Alfons.” Alfons purred loudly and happily in response, pressing his warm, fluffy body against Eva-Maja's head, and began to lick her cheek tenderly. She giggled a bit at his actions, goodness how she loved this cat.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA if I uninvited a friend from a trip he helped paid and planned for, for over a year so so I could bring a new friend?

So I and three other friends have been playing to go on a vacation together for about a year now. We’re going in a few months and will be gone for about two weeks. It’s been a really big deal for all of us, because it’s been the first time in a few years we’ve all been able to hang out with each other. We’ve been friends since elementary school, so I’d consider us very close. Everyone has contributed some money to the trip. Friends A, B, and C have contributed the same amount money (around $1,000 each). I have contributed around $1500 of my own money as well. I have control of the finances because I’ll the most responsible. We’ve all shared planning out the vacation.

I recently made another friend, X. I’ve been friends with him for over half a year. We connected through B, and him and B have been good friends for awhile. X and A don’t know each other as well but get along from what I can tell. He had never met C but I figured they would get along well because they have a similar sense of humor and like similar things. B asked me if I would be okay with X coming along since I controlled the finances, and I said sure as long as he paid his share. B then asked A and C if they would be okay with X coming along.

So, something about X is that he’s trans. He only started taking testosterone a month or two ago, and he hasn’t had any surgeries. A said he was okay with it. C said he didn’t feel comfortable with X coming. When asked why he said it was because this was supposed to be an all guys trip and it’s hard for him to see X as a guy when he still looked female (his exact words). B pointed out that X is a guy, and that him not looking masculine enough for C doesn’t make him not a guy, which made C get defensive and they got into an argument.

Afterwards, B asked me if that if X was coming if C could be uninvited, and that B was uncomfortable being around C now knowing what C thinks about his friend. C said he isn’t that good with trans stuff, and that X should be uninvited because we had been planning this for over a year. C also said it wasn’t fair to suddenly uninvite him only a few months out for a new friend. I am not very good with trans stuff either, but I sided with B. I feel really uncomfortable with the way he’s been talking about X in general. Him calling X female or saying he looked like a girl multiple times during that conversation sealed it for me.

I ultimately decided to uninvite C. I want X to come with us and I don’t want C to make him uncomfortable. I tried to give him his money back that he contributed, but he hasn’t talked to me since that argument. I don’t have any way to give him the money, as he’s been giving it to me in cash for the past year. C has been lashing out at B and A too, complaining about how we’ve all abandoned him and that we were his only friends. My family has said I should uninvite X and reinvite C.

I feel like I may be TA because I uninvited him from a trip he’s also been looking forward to for a year, and effectively cut him off from a 10+ year friendship for someone I’ve only been friends with for a little while.

What are these acronyms?

[rainmustfallts4]

Rain Must Fall (Story Ed.) ◇ Episode 1: Teenager

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My eyes fluttered open when I felt something tapping against my cheek. I could feel the cool, hard concrete under my back, leaving me confused. I slowly sat up, realizing that I was outside on the sidewalk, sitting in front of a house I didn’t recognize.

I pulled myself to my feet and that’s when I noticed a small cat standing by my feet, blue eyes watching me closely. It was a strange cat, with a green diamond in the center of its forehead, blue wings on either side of his shoulders and a blue-tipped tail.

“Were you an art project or something?” I wondered, scratching the back of my head.

“How rude,” he huffed, making my eyes widen in shock.

“You can talk?!”

“Of course, I can! I’m no mere housecat, you know.” He huffed again, eyes narrowed at me as his tail swished back and forth behind him, showing off his annoyance. “I’m a familiar!”

“A familiar? You mean like, witches?”

He tilted his head to the side, suddenly looking curious. “What is a witch?”

“You know, magical people, usually women, that fly around on brooms and turn people into toads?”

“Ah, you mean Spellcasters!” He tapped his paw against the ground, eyes seeming to sparkle. “I see. In your world, they are called witches. How fascinating.”

“In my world?” I repeated, confused. Shaking my head, I slowly exhaled, pinching the bridge of my nose. My head was beginning to hurt and, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t remember anything before this moment.

“My apologies, you must be quite confused! I must admit, it’s rare people to wake up so quickly after being exposed to master’s magic.”

“Witches, talking cats, magic… this must be another two A.M taco-induced dream.”

“A dream, huh?” He wiggled his butt before jumping high into the air. Before I could react, he swiped at me, his claws raking across my cheek.

“Son of a bitch!” I cried out, bringing my hand to my cheek as he landed back on his feet. “What was that for?!”

“People are incapable of feeling pain in dreams, no?”

“I -” He had a point, I realized, the stinging in my cheek prominent. If I’m not dreaming, then…

“Let’s go inside and I’ll explain.”

“Inside?” My eyes followed him as he walked down the path toward the house we were in front of. “Whose house is this? Your master’s?”

“It’s yours now.”

“Mine?” My eyes widened in shock. This place was beautiful and looked pretty expensive, especially if the view out back was anything to go by. “I can’t afford this!”

“The house has been paid for already. You just have to pay for the bills!” He sat down in front of the door, sending me an expectant look. “Now, hurry up and open the door!”

I clicked my tongue, not sure how I felt about being bossed around by a cat.

“The key is in the mailbox.”

I grabbed the key before opening the door and stepping inside. It was a really nice home and quite spacious, too, with two floors. I sat down on the couch and he jumped up beside me. The remote was sitting on the arm of the couch so I grabbed it, turning on the TV.

The cat startled, his fur standing on end as he hissed. “What in the blazes is that sound?!”

“Huh? You never seen a TV before or…?”

“Master has no need for such nonsense!”

“Your master sounds boring.”

“You take that back right now!”

“Nah.”

His eyes narrowed as he raised a paw, claws glinting under the lights.

“Alright, alright, I take it back! Now put those damn things away.” I sent him a weary look, clicking the TV off.

He seemed to relax, though his tail continued to swish angrily. “What do you remember?”

“Uh…” My brow furrowed as I tried to remember where I was before waking up outside. My mind was completely blank. “Nothing?”

“Hm, it might take some time for your memory to return. In the meantime, I’ll explain the current situation to you. You died -“

“I what?!” My eyes widened, heart skipping a beat. “But… I’m right here!”

He reached forward, swiping at my arm but I was able to pull back before it connected. “If you want me to explain, then sit back and be quiet!”

I clicked my tongue in annoyance, falling back against the couch and folding my arms over my chest. I shifted my body to the side just enough so I could see him better and, most importantly, see if he was planning on attacking again.

“As I was saying, you died. I do not know how, master did not tell me that information. However, master spoke to you before your spirit faded away and he offered you a deal. He gives you a second chance and, in exchange, you will be given a list of tasks to complete. My master is powerful, but not powerful enough to resurrect you in your own world. So, he brought you to our world – Simtopia. My name is Oscar Tsuki and I am the familiar chosen to look after and guide you on this journey.”

My brain was struggling to take in all this information. I died? And was resurrected?! How is that even possible? And a different world… does he mean a different planet? Universe? Dimension? Who is this powerful master he’s talking about? Did I really make a deal with him? Why can’t I remember?

The cat suddenly appeared in my face, tapping me hard on the forehead. “I can see your brain beginning to smoke! Don’t overthink it, master has assured me that your questions will be answered in time.”

“That’s totally not suspicious,” I muttered under my breath, rubbing my forehead.

His ears flickered in annoyance. “What was that? You better not utter a single bad word against master! He saved your life, you know!”

“Right, right. What are these tasks I’m supposed to complete?”

“Task one is to complete your homework.”

I blinked dumbly, watching as he jumped down from the couch, walking toward the small table that sat behind me. “Homework? What d’you mean?”

Oscar hopped up onto the table, resting his paw atop a blue book. “Have you not noticed?”

“Noticed what?”

“Master erased your deepest regret and has given you a second chance. Surely you remember something that strong.”

I blinked again, focusing on the words. My deepest regret…? Pain shot through my skull as a memory slowly made its way to the surface. “I remember… my deepest regret is dropping out of school in my first year of middle school. I can’t remember why, but I know it was part of my downfall. I always said I would give anything to be able to go back and experience high school…”

“And master has given you that chance.”

My eyes widened and I shot up, running into the bathroom to look in the mirror. My heart was hammering in my chest as my reflection looked back at me, considerably younger than it should be. I was a teenager again! “Son of a -“

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[gabby-i-guess]

how can I tell if I have ADHD?

Hey tumblr friend!

Obligatory disclaimer: I'm not a psychiatrist, so take my thoughts with a pinch of salt. But! I have ADHD, I have learned a lot about neurodiversity, and I (almost) have a degree in health promotion. So my thoughts aren't total bullshit either lol

This is a long one, so if you're going to skip through it I understand, but at least read the last 2 paragraphs. That's the most important bit x

I think the biggest red flag for me was never feeling quite right. It didn't matter my friend group, didn't matter my school, didn't matter how hard I tried or how good my grades were - I always felt like a puzzle piece that fit just well enough to finish the puzzle but just badly enough to feel perpetually uncomfortable. And this didn't go away over time - I got more comfortable in myself, but never felt like the world quite had a place for me.

Although I didn't realise it at the time, another big red flag was that all of my best friends and all 3 of my high school boyfriends had ADHD. If you take a look around you at all of the people you connect with and they mostly have ADHD/autism, you probably do too.

And then of course there are the actual individual symptoms. Here's a rundown of what I experienced:

Mental illness, especially early in life and/or triggered by nothing in particular

Dissociation, which in my case hid lots of my sensory issues

Intense interest in hobbies for a relatively short period of time, between a week and a few months, then completely forgetting about them

Tiredness, ALWAYS, regardless of how much I slept

Trouble sleeping (including poor sleep quality)

Easily distracted from most tasks

Impossible to distract from very specific tasks

Forgetful, except for randomly specific things (e.g. song lyrics were seered into my brain word for word, but I forgot my sports uniform more times than I'd care to admit)

Perpetually disorganised

Or extremely organised for a short period of time, then somehow managed to disorganise myself again

Always late, no matter how hard I tried

Trouble with food (over eating, comfort eating, body image issues)

Easily made superficial friendships, struggled to make deep, long-lasting connections

Always labelled gifted but always told I wasn't reaching my potential

Very creative and imaginative

Very emotional, tending towards big mood swings (in fact, one psych thought I might be bipolar. Nah bro, just the ADHD :) )

Intense but unstable friendships (that is one of the symptoms that can look like BPD)

Weirdly specific habits/rituals/routines, with irritation but not distress if they were disrupted (for example, I always drank a specific bottle full of water with berocca every morning for 6 months. If I didn't have the bottle on hand, it was annoying, but I wouldn't get upset. Having said that, it did mean that I would forget to drink water all day and become very dehydrated)

Becoming bored/depressed every 6-12 months if nothing major in my life changed. This could be fixed by moving my furniture around. Or moving country. Or breaking up with my boyfriend. Or dyeing my hair. These were all pretty much the same to me

Executive dysfunction - as in, wanting to do something really, really bad but your brain just not letting you

Obsessive skin picking that frequently resulted in open, bleeding wounds

Feeling like I never had my shit together, right from age 12

Teachers noticed a lot of these too. My school reports are littered with evidence of my ADHD, starting from literally age 3... and yet no one ever picked up on it. Here are some examples:

"Gabby is a very bright girl, but needs to work on her organisation skills."

"Gabby has lots of friends, but needs to find better times to socialise."

"Gabby has a strong sense of right and wrong, and is frequently correcting her classmates."

"Although Gabby is sitting on a B in my class currently, if she paid a little more attention in class, she could easily be getting an A."

"Gabby's work is always thoughtful and interesting, but would often benefit from a final proofread before submission."

"Gabby often makes careless mistakes in her work, which brings her marks down."

All of this might not help you. After all, every person with ADHD looks a little different. But there is one thing I, a diagnosed ADHDer, can tell you that will help: you are welcome in ADHD spaces. Self-diagnosis is not ideal. But diagnosis is often a privilege, and not accessible to many people. Don't let anyone make you feel excluded because you don't have a diagnosis. If you find it helpful to consider yourself an ADHDer, to look for resources for ADHDers, to use tips and tricks for ADHDers, then it doesn't actually matter whether you're diagnosed or not. You're not faking - you're making do with what you have.

Sending you lots of love and strength Tumblr friend - all the best in your journey, wherever it takes you ❤️