#part 9/13

[lilacastar]

Dread and anxiety overtook the exhaustion Garret was previously met with. The words of Joseph rang over, over, and over again in his mind.

The way he adapted to what he thought Warren and him wanted to hear. The way he moved was very meticulous and precise.

'Very charismatic' Warren had said.

'If you're good on the way back, maybe we can get you one of those card packs you like-'

He knew that from somewhere, but where? It itched and scratched at the back of his skull, waiting to be opened. Such a simple sentence, one that Warren thought was so kind of the elder brother to offer, but unease settled in Garret. It wasn't right, something wasn't right but the pieces just weren't connecting.

And maybe a part of him didn't want them to connect.

Instead, he went through the motions of the evening. He listened and replied to Liz's blurry words, but he wasn't there. The rising wave in his stomach crawled to his throat, trying to escape, but he refused to break. Not now, not tonight, please just one night of peace. Please not in front of her. He couldn't handle those pity filled eyes people offered whenever he even came close to telling them. He wouldn't be able to bear it from her. That look filled him with guilt, regretting ever burdening a person with the information.

Numb. Everything so numb and soundless. He slowly sunk through the evening as if it were viscus, sick honey. His unclean body never made it to the shower, only the bed for decayed rest.

Dreams and memories warped together, twining new with old. Forgotten places with fresh words. He steadily submerged beneath the ocean, the pressure gradually embracing his body in familiar suffocation. The water gently filled his lungs, as firm hands held him down. His body already knew its position, it'd only be worse to struggle. Just let her play with you, and she'll get bored quicker.

"Stop throwing a fit," His mother's voice echoed above the shore line. "You used to like going to dad's, you're hurting his feelings."

Hands held him down, pressing all over his body. So many hands leaving their marks on his skin, keeping him pressed tightly against the bottom despite not having fought back for even a second.

He just won't stop acting out-

Such inappropriate behavior-

He won't bathe, how disgusting-

A melodic voice spoke over the whispers, drowning them out. He wanted to cover his ears, don't let him hear, he doesn't need to remember.

"and if you're good," Her charismatic voice hummed.

No

No

NO

Don't let him hear it, you can't take this away. No one could take this away from him, it was his alone.

"Maybe I can buy you that-"

-

Garret sharply inhaled, waking from the dream. The sun lay its pattern from the curtains over where he lay. But he knew, deep in his already aching skin. Today would be hard. Settling right under the surface, would be the bad thoughts. And they would not leave him alone for even a minute. Wherever he went, it'd be there, whatever he did, it'd make him think of it. It's just one day, all he had to do was get through it.

All he could do was distract himself from one thing to another. His heavy hands had no motivation to prepare a meal, so nothing was what he had. The sickness in his head pestered and refused to leave. The most it ever dampened, was throwing himself into constructing his small model planes.

Just keep the bad away, keep the bad away just long enough to the next distraction.

His small little hobby, keeping him safe once again. Keeping him safe, for Liz to come home.

"I'm just tired from the week." He told her, from being visibly not well.

"Nothing like our plans from last night can't fix." She encouraged.

"Last night? Yes, yeah, I remember." He lied, waiting for her to continue. All of last night was a blur of sadness.

"I put the Maker's Mark in the cabinet, dinner shouldn't take long, and then we can have the fun." She winked.

What were they drinking for? All he could remember was something about them both being off the day after.

She placed a tender hand on his arm.

Right. Tomorrow they were both off, they could afford to get a hangover. They were having a date night.

Suddenly he felt trapped, he couldn't move now that her hand made contact with his body.

"As long as you're still up for it?"

Up for it. Up for... Sex.

"Yes, I-" He started, but froze up again. "I..." A wave of nausea washed over him, the touch from his dreams still fresh on his skin. He could feel the heat rise on his surface, no longer able to ignore the weeks and weeks of old emotions.

"I-" He tried again. "I can't. Just not tonight, I'm sorry."

"Ah." She lowered her hand.

"I want to," His voice shook. "I just don't think I can tonight."

"That's fine that you don't want to, just," She sighed, "Just I don't know. I don't want to sound pressure-y, but why? Is there a reason?"

The reason was pressed into his skin, bursting tight at the seams. A single word could make him come undone.

No

No

No

He couldn't take it right then. He didn't want to break just now, he wasn't safe. She couldn't see him like that, she'd never treat him the same.

"I do," His voice could barely make it above a whisper. "I just... Can't talk about it right now."

"So when can you talk about it."

"I don't know, just not now,"

"When are you going to tell me what's going on with you?"

"Nothing's going on," He sighed.

"I'm not stupid, Garret!" She exclaimed. "I know something is up! I am trying so hard to understand you and put in the effort, but it feels like you don't care."

"I do care, I promise. I just can't tonight."

She threw her hands down in exasperation. "Then when? It's always that with you. But recently, you just don't talk. You're closed off, you keep isolating yourself alone, you don't want to have sex with me, and you're always stressed about something."

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just-"

"You know, logically? I know it has to do with something about your shitty childhood. I know there's a reason you don't talk to your family anymore. But actually? I don't know! Because you never say anything! You never talk about it!"

"It's just hard,"

"I know it's hard! You're not the only one who goes through hard things! If you were anyone else, I'd think you were cheating, but I know that's not you. I need you to tell me who is."

"I will," He begged. "just give me some time."

"I have, Garret. I've given you so much time. I just- I can't with you right now." She put her fingers to the side of her head, the way she always did when a headache was there. "I just need a break tonight. I'm going to spend the night at Kay's."

Garret nodded, a thick lump in his throat. He didn't bother arguing, because everything she said had been true.

"I'll be back in the morning." She sighed. "Just please don't drink anything. You know how you get when you're alone."

She closed the door.

And the bad thoughts returned with nothing to hold them back.

[serickswrites]

Death Will Do Us Part

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, blood, wounds, electrocution, escape, unclear character status, unconsciousness

"Whumpee, you have to promise me you'll stay awake," Caretaker said as they slung Whumpee's arm over their shoulder and began to live.

"T-T-T-ryingggggg," Whumpee mumbled. Their head hung low and they were barely hanging on. Blood dripped from the cuts on their body, some deeper than others.

"Remember, you promised before, death will do us part, Whumpee. You have to stay with me." Caretaker didn't want to think what would happen if they didn't get Whumpee out now.

Whumper had captured the two of them days ago and had been enjoying torturing the two of them. Whumpee was in far worse shape because it seemed Whumper enjoyed Whumpee's screams and Caretaker's anger far more than the other way round. Whumper had shocked Caretaker a few times before returning to cutting Whumpee's skin.

Whumpee had been bleeding for hours. Had been getting weaker and weaker. And now they were barely conscious and this was their chance to escape. Caretaker had to get Whumpee out of there.

"Mmmmm," Whumpee hummed.

They were so close to freedom. Caretaker could see outside. Could see freedom. Just a bit longer. Caretaker opened their mouth to try and urge Whumpee on, but nearly fell as Whumpee's knees buckled. "Don't break down on me yet, Whumpee. We're almost there!"

Whumpee didn't reply, becoming more of a dead weight pulling Caretaker down. "Come on, Whumpee. Come on," Caretaker said as they scooped Whumpee into their arms.

Whumpee's eyes were closed, their jaw slack. Their head lolled on their neck as Caretaker lifted them up. Their limbs flopped as Caretaker ran. But they didn't wake. "Stay with me, Whumpee. You promised. You promised."

Whumpee didn't wake as Caretaker shook them. Didn't wake as Caretaker talked to them. Didn't wake as Caretaker emerged outside with a cry of delight. And they didn't wake as Caretaker begged them to open their eyes and look around to see they were free.

"Please, Whumpee! Stay with me now! PLEASE!"

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

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@artisticdemon

[fenixfuego15]

New chapter sure was something but I will say I love learning more about the joestar part 9 sibling dynamic. Yes the younger sibling being the protective one is always silly but oh my god. The difference in their ideals. Dragona being older and more worn down by the world telling Jodio it’s not his circus nor his monkeys, sometimes bad stuff just happens even if you did nothing wrong. And Jodio going, no actually fuck that I’m committing arson. It’s the… person who has resigned themselves to suffering and is at peace with it vs their loved one who is going to Fight for them. Look at the menacing resolve of that kid, he’s so!!!!!! I love consuming media.

[vanivanvanilla]

has this been done before with kenny

[averlym]

"c'mon lin, give me something to work with here- I can't exactly tell all the freshmen to dissect someone if they want to win the phaethon..."

[witchinatree]

making a list of my favorite quote/ones that stuck with me from each season 1 episode because i feel like it

(i'm starting this after episode 4 but it will be a WHILE before i post it)

episode 1: "bones are a lie peddled by Big Milk" - alice

i love this one because it's a great introduction to alice i think. also it radiates spiral so i hope we get avatar alice not dead alice (isnt there a podcast called alice isnt dead?)

episode 2: "If I wanted to clear the canvas, I would have used turpentine." - statement

this one was just fucking powerful and caught me so off guard like 😶

episode 3: "What would I do without her?" - statement

the norris statement <3 it feels like martin asking what he would do without jon which makes mag200 a lot sadder and i love them

episode 4: "Perhaps you shall prove a stronger will than I, and will yet find it within yourself to destroy this hungry thing of wood and cat-gut." - statement

augustus sighting #1 and we immediately get jonah magnus expressing that it may be possible for gwen bouchard unknown family member to overcome the eye's hunger spooky violin

episode 5: "Voyeur needs to be seen to be believed." - statement

i feel like this one is pretty reflective of how the seasons gonna go? like if you explain the events of tma (mag200 specifically) no one's gonna believe you, it must be seen to be believed!! and also seen!! like the eye!!!

episode 6: "Not sca- This isn’t some poxy blood test, some little pinprick, this is hundreds, thousands of razor sharp points pushing into your flesh." - needles

i love needles so much and i thought this was really funny because it was like "you dont find me scary!! what the fuck!!!" just kind of toddler michael energy

episode 7: "It’s not like we’re wrestling with tape recorders and manila folders." - celia

STOP IT. celia you can't say that you just cannot!!!!!! you Know™ too much maam i cant with you

episode 8: "Pleasure to meet you both. I’m Gerry!"

RAGHHHHH OH MY GOD GERRY!!!! i love him so much and idk how to handle him being alive in the tmagp universe!! gertrude too but idk we got so much of her in tma and not nearly enough of gerry

episode 9: "And honestly, it’s kind of compelling by this point." - sam

they got him 😔😔 the horrors got sam 😔😔 also i found this to be an interesting contrast to jon's heavy resistance in season 1 like he was being compelled but he wasn't going to let anyone know that vs sam "its kinda compelling to trauma dump on this paperwork :]" how is he somehow even more victim material

episode 10: "Gosh you’re sexy, here’s a twenty for your trouble.” - alice

does this count as a quote if shes also quoting what she thinks sam should say? idk anyway i love her i would say that to her if given the chance and it was very silly. i will not be addressing bonzo i am scared.

episode 11: "...Thank you, Alice" - gwen

dyhard dyhard dyhard dyhard dyhard. okay also, the way she CRUMBLED at the idea of anyone doing anything nice for her please someone give her a hug and let it be ME. this series is tossing me back and forth between sam & alice (what is their ship name) and dyhard but this put me back to dyhard

episode 12: "You know it's rude to have absolutely no game?" - alice

she's so fucking funny i need her to be okay so badly!!!! i don't think even tim made me laugh as much as she makes me chuckle and this one really got me. it's hard to write such a comedic character in a podcast since you only have the voice but they really nailed it i adore her

episode 13: "Is it my fault?" - gwen

each of these episodes just reveal a little bit more about how loving and soft gwen is and idk i love her so unbelievably much so seeing that she felt guilt about the bonzo stuff just made her so much more real :(

episode 14: "Christ, they’re in the walls…" - statement

theyre in the walls!!! theyre in the goddamn walls!!!!! anyway that got me because i realized the hole before the statement said it. made more sad than scared tbh

episode 15: "Babies are cool!" - alice this entire interaction between her and sam & celia was so awkward, she is so obvious and i love her anyway

episode 16: "It’s not like I was holding doors open for Mr Bonzo or anything." - gwen my wife is so so so stupid but i adore her AND this gives room for character development. i wish she did not do that though. i love when characters are flawed and have depth but i struggled to get past THIS flaw of hers

episode 17: "Thanks, I guess. Not exactly the same, though, is it?" - celia shes talking TO JON IN THE COMPUTER. SHE KNOWS. i lost my damn mind i love her i love her. get the gay people out of the puter please queen

episode 18: "Why would I need to talk to you? Your work is satisfactory. Unless you have a work-related issue I could assist you with?" - lena solidified my opinion that lena is the best boss to ever have, i adore her and i would want to work for her if she wasn't the boss of Creepy Establishment #1

episode 19: "You’re going to throw it in the fishtank, aren’t you?" - alice colin's behavior is like really worrying BUT i'm glad he's back. i was not convinced he was still alive

episode 20: "I suppose it’s too late for remorse, isn’t it? And why should I be sorry? This is what I deserve!" - ink5oul/statement they reminded me of jon a lot, like especially his season 3/4 transformation when he doesn't quite know everything but he knows he isn't who he was in season 1 anymore, i hope we see more of their life and they can be helped :(

episode 21: [Tape Recorder Bites Ink5oul] - audio description i know it's not technically a quote but this is just so fucking funny. why does it have teeth. what does this mean for the lore. holy shit.

episode 22: "Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood" - celia. knawing at the walls of my enclosure i am so not okay. i'm not okay. wtf. wtf. wtf. they're real. wtf.

episode 23: "I had a favorite mug. It said “love you, bitch” and had a picture of a drunk dog on it." - alice. okay i just love this entire interaction because gwen got to open up a little bit and my dyhard heart is so full

episode 24: "I am told that children like me, and I’ve always held the opinion that the world would be a better place if everyone just thought more." - basira. once again this whole interaction was so fun but like idk i loved hearing basira somewhat happy and in a safe place :] my wife <3

episode 25: " I am trying to help, to save us from this goddamned fucking nightmare machine!" - colin. MAN I REALLY WAS ROOTING FOR YOU!!! I WAS SO CONFIDENT YOU WEREN'T GONNA DIE!!!! it's over

episode 26: "I was worrying for a moment that you were Magnussing." - alice. MAGNUSSING BEING CANON MADE ME SAY IT EVEN MORE I'VE SAID IT LIKE TWICE ALREADY

episode 27: "You didn’t tell me the room was labelled, “Archivist.”" - celia. oooooh somebody's got TRAUMAAAAA LMAO

episode 28: "So you’re telling me you know nothing about an OIAR external contract being found with the bodies of two tattooed thugs who met rather grisly ends?" - TREVOR HERBERT???? anyway. ink5oul mention!!!!! i hope they stop killing people it's really rude

episode 29: "Alice, er… we’ve got to talk. It’s important." - teddy. i knew it was over for him but i didn't think it was gonna be THIS bad??? bye babe i guess??? 😭

episode 30: how do i even pick. the whole fucking episode. i can't. i am in a state of shock. i need to lay down for 30 years.

[acidic-eye]

Whumptober day 13: Over the waterfall of death

whumptober day 13 prompt: Team as family| Multiple Whumpees | "Death will do us part." -

(SPOILERS FOR EP 9 OF ICEBOUND)

Death was imminent,

Ice was imminent. 

That is what he had once told Taishen on that fateful day, the day the dragonborn crashed them into the ice of Drakkar. The day their battle for survival had started, and the peace of the ship had faded. He could recall the terror he had sensed around him in that moment, yet it was nothing compared to the terror the group felt in the present. 

There was little thought going through Jornirs head as he dragged Taishen off of the ice. He could hear his heart racing in his ears, and little more then that. The deafening screech from the wendigo had done its toll upon him, his hearing and communication limited to watching the actions of the others around him. Each yell sounded like it had been muffled through walls of ice, each hit against them no more then a muffled noise of blood hitting the ground. 

He didn't think much before grasping the golden dragonborn in his arms, ignoring the bodies of his friends that lay either dead or close to it. He felt the man flailing in panic as Jornir lept off of the ice, his body falling ridgid as they landed in the ice cold water, somehow more cold then he had ever felt before. He felt the arms of taishen wrap around his shoulders, clasping onto him tightly as they were ripped down the winding river. He could feel claws ripping at his back to keep tightly held in his arms, he couldn't care less if it tore his shirt, or scared his skin, it was nothing in comparison to the wounds that Taishen and the others bore atop their bodies. 

“ Do not let go.”

- or: the waterfall scene and the aftermath but reimagined to be more angst bc no one is getting out of this without being properly injured and traumatized. (blame derek)

[t-bell18]

Everyone reading the new chapter of jojolands:

Jodio:

All those people....

[pyxaperson]

also, did anyone else find episodes 9 and 10 to be not as emotional as the crew said that it was? like it was pretty moving, yeah but compared to other Adventure Time episodes not so much. i definitely wouldn't call them the series's most emotional episodes.

[jtl-fics]

New kings but spice it up for my dietary needs :'''''' if you are anywhere near those scenes

WIP Wednesday - Closed (9/13/23) | New Kings AU

"So we're still pretty sure that Riko remembers too right?" Allison says into the bus with Seth slumped against her dead asleep. None of them were letting the senior out of sight any time soon.

"Considering everything with Millport? Pretty much 100%" Neil responds as Andrew continues to try and get Neil's hair under control after he fell asleep with it wet from their shower last night.

"So how rude are you going to be to him on Live television?" She asks.

"Hey, I'm not looking to deal with him being all weirdly obsessed again if it isn't and I don't even know what Riko would do if it is the one we had to deal with." Neil says and there is a pointed silence on the bus as everyone looks at Neil, "I can play nice on TV! I had media training!" Neil exclaims.

[dinerfries]

drawings from school yesterday ^_^

[misschanadlerbong]

Chapter 9 - Part 1

Summary: Y/N was not doing so well in her studies so she seeks Clay Jensen's help, but things get a bit heated.

Warnings: make-out

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2k

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The last term of your senior year was going fairly well. The tension between Zach and you were at ease and you both were back to being good sports teammates there was no denying the fact that you guys made the best team.

You found it hard to believe, but it had been a long since you acknowledged that life sucked. But life’s a bitch whenever you feel too happy it bites you in the back.

You got called in by your history teacher and it seemed like you weren’t doing good with your grades, and you needed grades to get into a good college.

“But I’ll have my sports scholarship, so why worry about the grades?” you argued.

“Ms. Y/L/N I understand that you have a sports scholarship but that does not mean that I will be happy to see such low grades in your history test. Y/N you did so well in the first term despite being caught up in sports. I want you to improve your scores as they were. There should always be a backup plan. Let us hope to see a spike in your grades in end-term tests.” The teacher suggested.

To be honest the truth was that you were so caught up with your encounter with Bryce and your breakup with Zach that you almost forgot that you had school to be good at. You made it seem so easy that you could handle it all but, you were just seventeen and you couldn’t handle it all too well. Those sleepless nights of overthinking, thinking how you could have done it differently, what would have happened if you didn’t end up with Bryce in that filthy clubhouse, spending a lot of time in the bathroom crying and the list goes on.

You possessed this power where you can be cheerful and happy from the outside without anyone letting know what’s going on the inside. You never liked the idea of burdening other people with your problems.

Now, you had to move on. Those incidents were not worth anything to put your grades at stake. You decided to ask Clay for help as to who can be a better tutor than the smartest student in the class himself.

The school day ended, and you were going into the parking lot with Jessica where Tony was waiting for you in his car to drop you home. While walking in the hallway towards the gate you came across Clay Jensen. “Jess, you wait for me outside, I gotta talk to Clay about something.” You told Jessica.

“Yeah, I’ll be right outside with Tony.” She spoke.

“Hello, Mr. Nerd.” You greeted Clay.

“Oh, hi! You can see me?” said Clay sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes in embarrassment and said innocently “Okay, I have been a bit busy lately. It’s not like I ghosted you or something we still met at the locker often.”

“Yeah, right right right. You kiss me and then for a month I am just a guy whose locker is neighbors with yours.” You could hear the teasing in his words. He didn’t sound mad he was just being savage which was not unlikely of him.

You sighed heavily, “That is not the point Clay, come on. I need your help. Please listen to me?”

You made your pretty please face which no one has ever been able to deny.

“Yeah, tell me. I was just kidding. Sometimes it feels nice to not be the one getting roasted by Ms. Y/N. Anyway, tell me how I could help you ma’am?” He crossed his arms and was ready to listen attentively.

“I kinda need you to tutor me in History and Maths. I missed a few classes, life’s been pretty rocky, so I wasn’t paying attention. Could you maybe help me?”

“Ah, now I wonder why I got attention from Ms. Y/N/L/N and suddenly I exist for her, of course, it is because you need my help. I get it yeah.” He teased yet again.

“Okay, enough with this sassy treatment Clay, you are lucky I need help from you otherwise I don’t take this shit from anyone. I get it I used you and I am sorry. I am. Please?” you said making your pretty please face again.

“I got homework to do so I might not be able to…”

You cut him off and said “Okay Clay, I have tried to be nice but you’re on the Student Honour Board and you must help every student seeking help. Earlier I asked you as a friend but now I am asking you to perform your duty as a peer. Otherwise, I don’t think so you deserve to be on the Student Board.”

“Damn, you got me. I was just fooling around. I’ll help you. It will be my honor. We can meet at Monéts in an hour.” Finally, he agreed to help.

“No not in an hour, I gotta go home and eat something quickly and come back for practice. How about at 6?” you suggested.

“Oh okay, at 6. But it’ll have to be at my place then. That café turns loud till the evening.”

“Done! Thank you so much, Clay. You are the best.”

You kissed his left cheek in a friendly way which left Clay blushing and staring at the floor with his right hand behind his neck as you walked away.

After practicing you took a quick shower and put on your boyfriend-fit jeans with a black graphic tee on the top and grabbed your leather jacket on your way out. You told your mom that you were going to study at Clay’s place which was the only reason why she would permit you to go to a boy’s place. To study.

On your way to the Jensen’s, you stopped by Monéts to buy a couple of drinks for Clay and yourself. You knocked on the door gently and Clay did not even take a minute to open it seemed like he was eagerly waiting for you.

“Hey Hoodie! See what I brought along with me.”

“Hey Y/N, aren’t we supposed to study?” He inquired.

“Okay, Jensen sue me for needing caffeine while studying.” Sarcasm flows with your words.

“Let me that that.” He offered to take your jacket like a gentleman.

With that, he led the way, and you followed him to the round dining table in the kitchen. You placed the drinks on the table and took out your books. Clay peeped into the drinks curiously, wondering what I could have brought.

You made his work easy by giving him his drink and taking yours, “Here, Hot Chocolate for you and Triple Mocha for me.”

“How come I don’t get coffee?” he asked.

“Simple. Because you don’t drink it.” You answered.

He looked surprised by the fact that you knew that information about him. He further inquired “How’d you know that?”

You tried to make it seem normal as you said “I uh… might have read your fan fiction about Alien Killer Robots and Percy is not a Coffee guy either so I gathered that you won’t be too because you resonate with Percy a lot. You are just like him, brave, courageous, empathetic, and compassionate.”

“You read my fiction???... But didn’t you say that you have no interest in Aline Killer Robots and they creep you out?”

Damn this man had many questions, “Okay, I thought of giving it a try you know starting with the fiction, so I am ready for the real thing. And to be honest I must admit, great writing. You made me fall for the whole Alien concept and I might even borrow those comics you recommend to me earlier.”

You could see the pride on Clay’s face, he was so happy that you called him Percy. You knew he was his favorite character, and he would fight anyone who does not like him.

You both sat down on the wooden chairs and Clay started with American history. It seemed like the house had no one except you two until you heard the door being opened by someone.

“Clay, I am home.” The woman spoke.

That someone was Clay’s mom, Lainie Jensen. She was surprised to see an unexpected guest, but she was so sweet. She instantly brought a huge welcoming smile to her face.

Clay looked a little awkward as he was not expecting either of his parent too early.

“Mom, I thought you were working.”

“Hello to you too Clay. I brought the work home. By the way, who is this beautiful girl?” asked her mom in the sweetest way you could imagine. You always liked when people appreciated you.

Before Clay could say anything, you stretched your hand for a handshake and said “Y/N, Y/Ln. It is so nice to meet you Mrs, Jensen.”

“Oh, so she is the famous Y/N I have heard so much about.” She gasped.

Clay got all awkward again and said, “Not so much about you, you know just a little bit. It’s part of their helicopter parenting where I have to tell them about my day and all. Mom if you would please excuse us, we have to do some studying.”

Clay grabbed all the books, and you picked up your backpack along with the drinks and he led the way toward a narrow staircase. We did not even climb three steps when his mom called for him again.

“Clay, honey, please remember to keep the door open 3 inches”

You tried your best not to laugh but could not help it and let out a small giggle. Clay got embarrassed as he looked at you and then at his mom and said, “Stop humiliating me in front of my friends, mom.” He climbed the stairs in frustration and opened the door for you to his bedroom.

He had a small bedroom but not so small to accommodate a couch in one corner of the room and a queen size bed in the other corner attached to the wall. His study table was just beside the window giving the perfect street view. His walls were dominated by posters of various things this Alien Killer Robots and The Arcade Fire. As he closed the door leaving three inches open as instructed by his mom your eyes fell upon this beautiful doodle of tapes. His bedroom was aesthetically grey which you found soothing and cozy.

Over the span of an hour, you both shifted from the couch to the study table, to the bed and finally, you both settled down on the floor resting your backs on the other side of the bed. Clay was sitting on the side closer to the door and you were sitting near his nightstand.

“So Civil War happened in which year?” asked Clay taking my test.

“1851?” you answered.

“No, Y/N it’s 61”

You groaned in frustration “Why can’t Damon Salvatore be my history tutor? Like he lived the history, he was even part of the war.”

“Don’t you think Damon’s toxic?” asked Clay and jealousy was visible on his face.

You cross-questioned him “Don’t you think Katherine’s a bitch?”

“Yeah, but she’s hot.” Said Clay making an argument.

You patted Clay’s cheek and said with sympathy “Thank you so much for proving my point, Clay.” It didn’t take long for Clay to realize what you meant, and you both laughed loudly.

But suddenly there was an unexpected silence in the room. You felt some kind of tension between the two of you, something that was never experienced between the two of you. It was like a silence that spoke a magnitude of language. You felt a force that was drawing you towards Clay. You took deep breaths and cupped Clay’s face with one hand moving him closer to you. You looked into his eyes and he gave a slight nod.

You leaned in to kiss Clay. Luckily, he started kissing back and you both sunk into the kiss. You still held his face by his jawline keeping him closer and moved towards him decreasing the gap between you two, meanwhile, Clay slid one of his legs to shut the door without breaking the kiss.

You were so impressed by this act; he did this so effortlessly. As you sunk more into the kiss it was getting hot until the door flung open and you stopped abruptly.

A/N: Damn! I wonder who could that be? it's sus. I promise there's a part 2 to it so stay tuned.

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[bugmistake]

sometimes its so crazy to realize that there's actually a lot of things i like. that i thought i didn't like because i was a depressed teenager. i love being outside! i love swimming! i love talking to people! even strangers sometimes! i love getting dressed in fun outfits and doing makeup! i love reading and going to art museums! i just thought i was doomed forever to a life of complete and total apathy and void! and now look at me! still a little shaky but i'm doing it!!!!!

[angelstrawbabie420]

in my quest to quell my pain ive only hurt myself worse. damned if i do damned if i dont.

[sarroora]

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #13 (Kuja x Reader)

Fluff headcannons

-Takes you to operas and plays every week, and makes sure to get you two house seats and afterwards, you two go out, get a bottle of wine, and drink it on your couch before falling asleep in each others arms.

-Absolutely loves it when you play with his hair and will melt a little on the inside if you offer to brush it in the morning. He enjoys it for three reasons:

Because it's soothing,

Because he doesn't have to put in the effort to do it, and

It makes you happy.

-Also likes having his nails (both fingers and toes) painted by you. Like another drama-loving pretty boy we may or may not be acquainted with, this man wants to be pampered like the little princess he is.

-Will ask you to critique his outfit. No matter what your own personal style is and how much it differs/is similar to his, he believes you are a fashion goddess and as such, hold the sovereign right to judge his clothes. And only you have this high honor; anyone else who dares to comment on his attire will meet an unfortunate fate.

-Spoils you with gifts every day; everything he brings you is unique, yet something that you find interesting. Kuja knows you and your tastes, so he's sure to pick out interesting presents for you.

-Really, really, really, really wants a pet--any kind--but is too embarrassed to admit it because he thinks having a pet is "too soft for the Angel of Death"

-Loves owls. No one can explain why, not even himself. He just looooooves owls and can't help but fawn over how adorable they are, especially Oriental Bay owls. He can't get over how cute their slanted little faces are.

-When he's not causing drama, Kuja can be found at home watching drama. He lives for drama. He's your gossiping slay sister who loves you and loves spilling (or gathering) tea with you.

-Kuja says he isn't much of a touchy-feely person, but he will always try to steal a hug and a kiss from you whenever he can.

-He also claims that he doesn't need to be cuddled order to fall asleep, but when you're not holding him tight, he'll feel extremely uncomfortable and will scoot over to you, lift your arm up, and slide under it, resting his head on your chest. Then and only then, will he fall asleep peacefully.