#really uncomfortable but i dont know how i would have again i said last night she seemed excited when i guess she thought i wad just being

[slurpingnoise]

at least I bowled eith someone tonight and creamed them

[hyewka]

warnings. sub!tyun, noona!reader, desperate shit, degrading, use of whore/slut, handjob

flirt freshman!taehyun who, even if he looks polite and at times would even be described as cute, is definitely a heartbreaker. stringing along, fucking, then ghosting.

you see right through his nice guy act when he subtly hits on you, flashing you his white pearls, blinding smile that show off his dimpled cheeks and the way his eyes form into crescents, his simple charms almost, almost having an effect on you. but you know better, you’ve already passed this chapter of your life, getting yourself fucked over by cute assholes. so you reject any and all advances that he makes on you, even as so far as to completely ignore him whenever he addresses you in a group setting.

you wanted to protect yourself, because again, you knew better. but what you dont realize is how often your blatant rejections have been either straight up cruelly humiliating or just plain harsh to the younger boy. not until you’re stuck with taehyun as you awkwardly wait in the car for your friends.

“why dont you like me?” he starts, quiet as he looks out the window. you turn to look at him, a little astonished that he decided to confront you. then you quickly recollect yourself, clearing your throat.

“who told you that?”

he scoffs, a sneer retching his expression. “you’re kidding aren’t you? i don’t think i know anybody more repulsed with me than you. everyone can see it. you almost jumped out of the car when they told you i was going to sit in the back tonight.”

it’s like hes been keeping all of his thoughts behind a lock with how fast everything spilled out of his mouth and you take in a breath. “okay now that’s an exaggeration.”

“not really.”

then it falls silent again, hearing the distant horns of cars and you awkwardly shift. he’s right, its not.

then suddenly, his eyes shift from the window to you, and the eye contact catches you off guard, you can make out the slight furrow of his brows and the small pout that rests on his lips—you’ve never seen him look like that. you avert your gaze almost immediately.

but he’s still staring. and it has you nervously tapping your finger on your lap.

“i like you, noona.”

your eyes widen a little. not because of the confession, you knew it was coming eventually. something about this variation of gentleness with his voice that you don’t think you’ve quite heard…ever coming from a man has your heart beat just a little faster. noona? its nothing new coming from taehyun, but your hands still slight dig into the fabric of your skirt. “if that wasn’t already obvious enough.” he says bitterly with a non humored laugh.

you spend the entire night, staring at your blank empty google doc, wallowing in all thoughts related to taehyun. it kind of pisses you off that he’s managed to chip a little away from your wall, you usually disperse any thought that comes up in your head that has to do with him. but now you choose to give yourself a leeway, just a little to think over whether he was being genuine, and whatever happened in the car was taehyun serving his heart on the platter to be so…vulnerable, or if it was just the last trick up his sleeve to lure you in like a toy he can’t have.

but then you remember the little features—the way his brows slightly turned up, the way his bottom lip instinctively stuck out, just a tiny bit—the way his eyes twinkled, just somewhat, as cliché as it is to say, it felt genuine, real.

when taehyun sends you a text that night, with a string of other unread messages from weeks or days ago before it—you come to the conclusion that he likes you, really likes you.

sorry, ignore what i said today

i don’t want you feeling uncomfortable around me any more than you do

your heart swells a little, simultaneously feeling the guilt conscience slowly creeping up on you. maybe you really did misread him this entire time.

so imagine your surprise when the next time you see taehyun, a week later, it’s at a frat party, looking down at a girl clinging onto his arms with those same twinkling eyes, smile, dimples, gentle look—eventually laughing then biting down on his lips as he looks away, the red on tips of his ears making you fume more than you’d admit. you don’t know what it was, what exactly made you insane enough to stomp over to him in long strides, wobbly pushing through the drunks, seeing red as you grab taehyun by the arm when he’s of reach—the surprised look on his face only lasting for a second before you furiously turn around, dragging him away from the confused girl that he was getting way too flirty with.

he could’ve easily shaken off your grip, it was weak, but he followed, he let you take him, only when you push him in a non occupied room and lock the door does he finally say something.

“hey, what the fuck was that—”

then you go for it. throwing all logical justifications and reasoning, you pull him into you harshly by the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips onto his. you don’t know what you expected, up to now it felt like you’ve been on airplane mode, but you know it wasn’t what taehyun returns. even if youre the one who came onto him first, he kisses back even more passionately, leaning into you, so quick to be receptive, hands going up to your cheeks as he lets you walk him hard into the door, latching onto your lips as if its a taste of a drug that has him hooked right from the first dose.

he’s so…desperate, it scares you, and turns you on at the same time. every time you try to pull away a little he reels you back almost immediately following your lips, the kiss becoming open mouthed as he breathes in and gets more and more messy, sloppy—he’s so sloppy, it’s the last thing you expected from him.

you finally manage to pull away, both of you catching your breath, with his lips glistening and red, mouth agape, chest heaving, up and down as he stares stunned.

“wha—um, so—fuck, sorry, no wait—” hes stumbling over his words. again, something taehyun never does. whenever hes spoken to you, it always felt so calculated, like every word hes thought over, because it felt so perfect. hes always collected.

you clasp your hand over his mouth, weakly, but he stills shuts up his ramble and jumble of words, blinking at you, with those god damn adorable brown eyes.

“kindly, shut the fuck up.”

his brows twitch a little, but he’s still silent.

your eyes search for something in his, you don’t know what, but it feels like you’ve gotten a green light, sighing. “i wanna fuck you.”

“shit.” he marvels, feeling his breath against your palm, his eyes still just as wide. you don’t know what exactly he’s thinking but if the dick already poking against your thigh was any indication, it was that he wanted it. really bad.

you slip your hand off his lips, then you whisper, fixated on how plump they are, “open your mouth.”

he blinks confused, hesitant until you take it upon yourself to rub your thigh against the tent in his pants, having him almost immediately buckle as he lets out a sinful groan. you should know he’s probably not into what you’re into, so you ease into it, testing the waters as you press yourself flush against him, rubbing your leg up and down against his clothed dick. “feel good?”

“y-yeah, shit, noona, please touch me.”

“i am touching you,” you swipe your hand over his bottom lip, fuck, they really are pretty. and so kissable. you’re shocked you haven’t kissed them sooner.

“no, i want your hand.”

you scoff, he’s so confident with what he wants, and so demanding. bratty. he’s probably so used to dominating. “this isn’t enough? me getting off your crusty dick isn’t enough for you? you’re feeling good, aren’t you?”

you press harder and with no consent of his own, his breaths knocked out of him, a slight squeak by the end that has his ears running red again. your thumb slips into his mouth, easing into it, slowly, before you fully press on his tongue as the friction of your knees against his cock gets more and more frantic and torturous. “you tell me you like me then decide i’m not worth the headache, a week later you run off to another innocent girl you’ll try to break the heart of after getting your fill. someone needs to keep you in check for becoming such an asshole, no? do you have no shame?” you mock, feeding him another finger in his mouth so he can’t retort like you know the smartass in him would do.

he sucks on them, surprising you as you feel his tongue licking eagerly…fuck, how badly did you misread him?

but you can tell with the way his eyes involuntarily water, and the way he shakes his vehemently, he still has the audacity to deny everything.

you scoff, slipping them out of his mouth, string of his saliva coating your fingers and shoving that hand down his pants, promplty grabbing his dick, marveling at the soft, wet feel. he already spilled so much pre-cum—slut. he likes this.

“you don’t like me, you have no right to be jea—hahhh..fuck, you can’t be jealous, you c-can’t. shit, faster, faster please noona, noona…” he whines, delirious as he gets lost at the feeling of your hand, bucking his hips, clearly getting frustrated with how irritatingly slow you’re tugging at his dick.

“i don’t. i don’t like you. i don’t like slutty men who’re bad.”

he whimpers, and fuck does that noise have you pooling your underwear.

“how have i been bad? how? i’m always good to you, i always—”

you twist your hand a little and his head immedietely falls back against the door, mouth hung open as he lets out pathetic, needy pants, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“like it? is it how you imagined it’d feel to have my hands wrapped around your cock?” you press, kissing down his jawline, hand letting out wet sounds as you jerk him off with more speed

“yes, yes, so much better noona, so much—” he chokes on his own words when you suck on his neck, feeling him let out shuddering breaths. cute.

when you use your other hand to trail up under his shirt, feeling up his muscle, you can hear him gulp, and for whatever reason, it turns you on even more.

“fuck, you’ve been trying to dom me, haven’t you?” he breathes out.

you let out an airy laugh out of your nose, grazing your thumb over his nipple, the hitch of his breath being your undoing. “i have been domming you—this entire time. what, don’t like it when a womans in charge?”

he shakes his head immediately, “no, no, i like it. i really do, i like it a lot. i like it when its you, noona.”

even when you have his mind sent to overdrive, he still knows exactly what to say to have your heart racing, it’s dangerous.

“hm?” you hum, throat dry, trying to forget the comment thats repeating over and over in your head. he likes it when its you. you scoff a laugh, “you really know how to get a girl going huh?”

“would treat you right. give me a chance noona, i’ll treat you like a queen.”

“a queen?” you laugh, then pretend to ponder on it as you play with his bud more, his dick leaking through your hand—he’s enjoying it all too much. “think would like goddess more.”

he moans wantonly when you thumb his tip, then transitioning to jacking off his shaft in frantic speed, it gets him delirious. “goddess, goddess, fuck—i’ll treat you like a goddess baby, swear.”

“sure you wouldn’t ghost me?”

his breath hitches again, head dipping into your shoulder, jaw practically hung open, mix of moans and whines spilling out of his mouth dumbly—who would’ve thought, huh? “never. so pretty, you’re so pretty and smart, and and—”

“such a slut, just want your dick touched and you’ll say anything.”

you feel him shake his head, still panting heavily as he grabbles onto you for support. he’s clingier than you expected, he holds onto you so often.

“faster…faster please, ‘m sososo close.” he sobs, his shaky breath fanning on your shoulder.

you chuckle, giving him what he wants, the wet squelching sounds heightening until he breaks. “gonna—gonna-” he spills before he could even finish his sentence, with a high pitched noise he cums in his pants, no doubt creating a big stain in the area of his crotch.

well, shit.

but when he lifts his head, a dopey smile on his face, eyes glazed over still, you think he might not mind all too much.

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note. long overdue sub taehyun and a noona smut from me 🙏 did they fuck. no. will there be a future continuation of this au. perhaps.

[neteyamu]

Idk if ur taking requests but if u do neteyam x human!reader where the reader sleep in really weird positions and him just not understanding how it could be comfortable?

pairing — neteyam x human gn!reader

genre — fluff

warnings — not proofread we die like men💪, a mild seizure joke thing (pls tell me if theres anything else <3)

wc — 736

a/n — hey love!! i dont mind taking requests as of now so if you would like to send more pls do 🫶 but i cannot guarantee that i will be able to finish writing all of them quickly, especially since i have school :(

Neteyam instantly woke up as he felt a sudden jab to his stomach. He groaned in confusion as he looked around in the dark, trying to find whatever caused the disturbance. His eyes immediately drifted to your small frame laying beside him. His eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment as he took in your position. Your right leg was stretched out and resting against his stomach, your left bent inwards but faced the other way. Your torso was leaning away from him though it turned to face him at a weird angle. And your arms were all over the place.

Neteyam was incredibly confused. How were you able to sleep peacefully like that? Was it not uncomfortable? He quietly shuffled back a bit and brought his hands towards you, gently straightening out your legs and placing you flat on your back. His hands then moved to your arms and brought them beside you. He made sure your exopack was secure before laying down again and wrapping his arms around you. Right before he fell asleep he made a mental note to himself to make fun of you in the morning for your weird sleeping position.

Neteyam grunted as he felt something poke him. Not again, he thought. Have you already started moving?! It can’t have been that long since he last fixed your posture. He decides to ignore it, maybe you’re just turning onto your side. Another poke. And then a push. Neteyam growls in frustration as he opens his eyes for the second time that night. As soon as he looks at you his eyes widen in shock. There is no way that is normal.

You are laid across the bed horizontally. your legs facing him as your head is hanging off the edge of the bed. Your right leg is folded underneath you and your left is digging into Neteyam’s abdomen. Half of your left arm is hanging off the bed beside your head and your right hand is calmly resting beside you.

Neteyam just stops and stares at you in disbelief. How is this even possible? How are you not in any pain? He can see the first rays of the sun starting to show and he gives up on trying to sleep. Neteyam sighs as he sits up and continues to stare at you. He crawls over to you and slowly pulls you back onto the bed, deciding to wake you up. He gently shakes you, but with you being so small compared to him it felt as if there was a mini earthquake happening and you jolted awake.

“���Teyam! You almost gave me a heart attack!”, you said with your voice still groggy from sleep and your hand clutching your heart, your eyes squinting at him because of the light.

“I am really sorry yawne, but I had to ask you something”, he says with a slightly raspy voice.

You give Neteyam a nod, signalling him to go ahead.

“Are you possessed.” he asks with a straight face and you burst out laughing.

“What!?” you question in between your giggles.

“I think you should see my grandmother. Just in case.” Neteyam says so seriously you might actually piss yourself from laughing.

“Neteyam are you alright? Did you get enough sleep?”, you ask him as your giggles slowly come to a stop.

“No, in fact, I did not. You gave me nightmares. I do not know how anyone can sleep like that”, he says, shuddering as he remembered how you twisted and turned.

“Oh really? Like what”, you ask Neteyam, confusion overtaking your features.

“Like someone froze you mid seizure” he says as he gets up and stretches, walking over to grab his bow and arrows, slinging them across his back.

“Hey! That’s not very nice ‘Teyam”, you scowl at him and get out of bed as well.

“I am just being honest” he says, putting his hands up in defence.

“Anyways, I really have to go otherwise my dad will get mad, but I will see you later tonight.” Neteyam says, leaning down and giving you a quick peck on your head.

He leans down even lower and whispers into your ear.

“Maybe you should go see my grandmother while I am gone. Just to be sure you know?”

You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him as he walks backwards out the tent, laughing and waving goodbye to you.

[randomfoggytiger]

What do you think was wrong with Carter that he used the show to deal with his own issues? I mean, did he really think that platonic coworkers behave this way? Had he ever had a real job? That relationship would have been an HR headache.

HR: ok. Mulder. Again, you cannot stand that close to your female coworker. That can be sexual harrassment. You are making the other agents uncomfortable.

Mulder: how close is too close?

HR: Geez, agent, it's Wednesday and this is your second meeting this week. Do not call your coworkers in the middle of the night if it's not an emergency. Business hours are 9-5.

Mulder:Then why do we have these cell phones? What do you classify as an emergency?

HR:Twice today! I don't get paid enough to deal with Mulder load. Do not touch other agents! Keep your hands to yourself. And, I didn't think this needs to be said, but you cannot stare at Scully. Don't stare at anyone. From here on, you must keep at least an arm's distance personal space between you, Scully, anyone! YOUR ARM LENGTH! I have provided this laminated sheet of Mulder Dont's for you to keep on your person. Please review and follow them.

Mulder: is Gazing considered staring?

HR: get out!

XDDDDD

(But how can he stay away from Scully, HR Man, when she was the first one to jump him??)

Oh, Chris 100% knew that Mulder and Scully weren't strictly platonic: he started the show by comparing them to a (then) famous will-they-won't-they couple; and admitted, years in:

Interviewer: When you first explained Scully and Mulder to FOX, was it a point of sale that this was going to be purely working relationship, no love interest.

CC: I wanted it to be that way from the get-go, although I did want there to be sort of an underlying tension between the two of them because my feeling is when you put two smart people, a man and a woman, in a room, I don’t care whether or not they’re passionate about their life and their work, you’re going to get sexual tension out of that naturally.

Interviewer: How important is the sexual tension between the characters?

CC: I never wanted them to jump in the sack together because it was uninteresting to me. To me, the most sexual relationships are often the ones that are never realized, consummated or even spoken about. So I wanted this to be two smart people who work together, who happen to get along very well. Through their shared passion in their work, there is a natural chemical sexual tension that comes out of that, that doesn’t ever have to be spoken about, but it works.

(I wrote a meta based on his chronological interviews-- and how he buried the romantic lead under a false umbrella of platonic-- here. All the answers to CC's psyche can be found there. >:DDDD But in short: he had tropes he liked; and he wrote only those.)

Chris (later) admitted, over and over, that he'd planned for Mulder and Scully to get together at the end of the show. To this day, he claims to know what the last scene of The X-Files would be-- and I'd bet that last scene involves a chaste, romantic kiss. Unfortunately, he blew the kiss card during Season 7 (which was supposed to be the last season.) Still, hope flamed eternal; and he and Spotnitz successfully baited the network into another go around after Millennium and all things (before Requiem, if I recall.) Then, he was left with a floundering, "Now what?"

Ironically, he did have the happy ending and final kiss scene: Existence (which wasn't originally planned-- because of course not, that'd be admitting the show was actually over.) And Existence would have been it, if Gillian hadn't accepted a nice check for Season 9.

My opinion? I think Chris thought (thinks) the show will be over once they kiss-- and, to be fair, I've been catching up on a lot of fans/reviewers/reactions to famous 90s tv will-they-won't-they; and all of them concur: most people lose interest, and those shows sink in quality, after the couples finally kiss. I don't think it has to be that way, of course; but the broader audience has to become engaged again some other way, which is tricky.

Ultimately, CC signed his own death warrant because he just couldn't let the show end-- wouldn't let them pan out on one last, happy shot together-- despite many opportunities to do so. And, without another trick up his sleeve, viewership declined; and the original run of the show ended on a latent, struggling note. You could argue the same for IWTB and the Revival.

Those are my thoughts, anyway¬.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if i cut off my partner for dating someone who is manipulative?

👁‍🗨📼 for recognition

i know these asks arent typically accepted, but i am curious and feel pretty guilty for feeling like this. for some context, me and my partner are both polyamorous, this is an online relationship, and has been going on for a little over two months. ive also only known and have been dating them for over two months, a bit after we both went through break ups with someone else. other than a few issues with communication and hurtful comments, its a pretty healthy relationship and we both love each other a lot. however, theres someone else theyre dating and while i said i dont care who they date as long as they tell me, this doesnt apply to people who do this kinda thing. this person has been manipulative and kind of weird towards them. i wont go into all the details right now, but the main issue i have is that at the start of their relationship, the other person lovebombed them and then begged them to break up with them, and then later that night apparently got drunk and tried to commit. since then its been an on and off cycle of them leaving and going back to them, despite me making it clear that i do not like or trust them and am uncomfortable with it. i accidentally lashed out at them for this recently, after they went back yet again, and ended up just agreeing to not worry about it, but i cant do that. i know that this person is in a bad situation, but i dont think that excuses their behavior. again, i dont care who they date but i dont think this is a healthy relationship. theyve already been given several chances, way more than they deserve, and still havent changed much, and thats why im uncomfortable with it. among the main thing, theyve also been venting to my partner while theyre not in the mental state to help or listen, and ive had to listen to my partner stress out about them for a while. they said they would block them if i wanted them to, and i do, but i know theyre very attached to this person and it would hurt them a lot like every other time theyve blocked them.

i think i may be the asshole in this situation because for one, i lashed out at them over this recently and have already done it a few times in the past, for two i am a very jealous person, and it feels irrational to do this over their relationship, but it also feels like they dont really care about how i feel about it either. i mean, they outright said that theyre litstening and understand, then immediately said theyre not. and i also did say during my lash out that i didnt want to hear about their issues with this person anymore, which i didnt mean in the end, but it still was said and was hurtful. i was just generally angry and hurtful when talking to them about this.

i think im not the asshole because this person doesnt really have an excuse for their behavior, other than possibly the fact that theyre in a bad situation. theyre stuck in an abusive household, and while i sympathize and hope they get out soon, i dont think thats an excuse to project that behavior onto your partner or anyone else. and the last time i tried to confront them, they took no accountability and wouldnt let me talk to them about it.

so, would i be the asshole for cutting off my partner?

What are these acronyms?

[legacyshenanigans]

OK so, randomly started writing something, and I've pretty much decided it's going to be "part 10 (part 1)" of my Marvolo x MC series 🤣 it's just something that ties in with it all, seeing as his mother KNEW something was going on between him and MC, and I wanted them to have that conversation after the events of Part 9, this is mainly conversation based 💚

Time is Ticking 🐍

Marvolo had spent the night with MC away from his home, he returned in the late morning, to see his mother seemingly waiting for him in the dining room. He stood in the doorway looking at her.

Marvolo: Father here?

Ophelia: No..Come..Sit, Marvolo.

He sighed and did so, sitting across from his mother. She looked at him curiously, his discomfort and anger clearly coming back from last night.

Ophelia: You needn't look so angry, Son..I'm not here to yell at you..

Marvolo couldn't even look at her, the conversation was just so uncomfortable for him to have with his family, Ophelia spoke out again, in her usual calm mothering tone..

Ophelia: Last night, when you returned..I knew it wasn't going to end well, and I knew YOU knew that it wasn't going to either, I could tell, you saw it on my face instantly...Correct?

Marvolo looked at his mother out of the corner of his eye, and gave her a nod.

Ophelia: .....And I feel that if you DIDN'T already have someone in your life, the idea of an arranged marriage probably wouldn't of bothered you..Yet it did..So I can only assume, Marvolo, that you have someone in your life that you call your own..

Marvolo sighed again, turning to face his mother properly, he clasped his hands and rested them on the table, looking at her.

Marvolo: Father always said I never really had a heart to give, you heard him last night, when he said I didn't even have to love this women he's trying to set me up with..

Ophelia: But he did also say he hoped you would fall in love with her.

Marvolo: Pfft...He didn't mean that, he's always said I was heartless..I get the feeling there was a time you also thought the same..Turns out you were both wrong..

Ophelia: So you are in love with another? Truly?

Marvolo: Truly..

Ophelia: The half blood girl? MC?

Marvolo: ....Yes.

Ophelia: Well..You already know that I knew something was going on between you, when I witnessed you embrace her in the garden..But you told me not to pry, so I didn't, you told me not to tell your father..And I havn't.

Marvolo: ...I was worried last night you would of told him.

Ophelia: Of course I havn't..You told me not to..And truth be told, I didn't want to have to deal with the drama of it all..Seems now though that things are getting rather..Well..Serious.

Marvolo sat there for a moment, simply in thought, looking at her.

Ophelia: Have you spoken with MC?

Marvolo: ...Yes.

Ophelia: Did you tell her?

Marvolo: ...Yes, Mother. I did.

Ophelia: How did she take it?

Marvolo: Naturally she was devastated..

Ophelia: Of course.. Poor girl..Break ups are never easy.

Marvolo narrowed his eyes at his mother, and smirked slightly.

Marvolo: Oh I didn't break up with her, Mother..

Ophelia showed a slight look of surprise for a moment.

Ophelia: Oh? From the way you said what you just mentioned, I instantly assumed that you had.

Marvolo: Were you hoping I had?

Ophelia: *sigh* Marvolo, I'll be honest with you..I dont know what I'm hoping for..All I know is that this situation may not end well..And you're going to have to think about things..If you're not going to Marry Elizabeth, you'll have to tell your father why..

Marvolo frowned, looking away from her again.

Marvolo: He cannot know... Not just yet. I'm trying to figure things out in my head..Alone..*looks at her* without your intervention.. Though.. I know you mean well. It's best that you remain a bystander in all of this, for your own sake, mother. Don't get too involved. I dont wish that for you.

Ophelia: Marvolo *touches his hand* I shall remain quiet, like I do not know a thing..But time is ticking, Son..I'm afraid your father won't wait long before he brings this up again..I've bought you some time, but not for long..

Marvolo: *small smile* Thank you..

~

[rand0mfangurlstuff]

I'll Look After You Part 2 - Bucky x Y/N

First part here: https://www.tumblr.com/rand0mfangurlstuff/745510955233034240/ill-look-after-you-bucky-x-yn?source=share

Y/N woke up that morning with a terrible creak in her neck. She was in a awkward and uncomfortable possition. When she first woke up she thought she was in her own bed, but this hard uncomfotrable sufrace was not her bed. She slowly opened her eyes; before she could fully take in her surroundings she heard a familiar deep voice 'Morning Sleeping Beauty' she shot up like she had just been electrocuted. John 'Bucky' Egan looked at her with a smirk that she was certain made many a poor woman weak in the knees. She did her best to compose herself, act like she intended to fall asleep next to him. 'Morning, How'd you sleep?' she asked. 'Like a baby in his mothers arms.' He smiled that devilish smile again. 'I'm glad. A bit more rest and you should be in the air in no time.' His expression changed. It was softer now. 'Thank you, for staying with me.' She smiled, she could see he meant it. But she had to try her best and be professional. 'Don't mention it. Just doing my job.' It was then he switched back. It was like he was too different people. There was John; kind, honest, almost shy. Then there was Bucky; all cocky bravado and over-confident. He smirked, 'You sleep next to all your patients?' 'I'll do whatever I need to to make sure my patients get the best care.' She decided the best thing to do was to act natural and unfased. He was clearly goading her, she could see it in his eyes. She needed to reistablish the Nurse/Patient dynamic once again to regain control of the situation. She proceeded to check his vitals while asking him basic medical questions. The more she talked, the less he could.

'How's the pain?' She asked while checking his pulse. 'Fine. I'm totally fine.' 'Oh really? That's good. I'll let the doctor know. He'll examine you and if he sees you're fit for duty you'll be out of here by lunch time.' She knew he was not fit for duty. She just wanted to get him to stop this bravado act. Made everything a lot simpler. 'Sit up for me.' He tried, and tried even harder not to seem in pain, but as soon as Bucky tried to sit up straight in the bed, he winced in pain and fell back against the pillows. 'I uh, I guess I'm still a bit sore.' 'Major it's best if you be honest with us about your condition it's the only way we can make sure you are healing properly.' 'Yes Nurse.' There was a sudden tension in the air. She could feel that he wasnt pleased. Wither it be because he had to stay in the infirmary, or because she wasnt playing his game with him, she wasnt sure. 'I should go freshen up before rounds. If you need anything just ring the bell, one of the other nurses will help you.' He smiled, he looked a little hurt by her leaving, but he quickly turned on the 'Bucky' charm to hide it. 'I'll see you later Nurse Y/N, Will there be another sleepover? Dont forget your pajamas this time!' He said with a wink. She ignored him, walking away to get something to eat.

Bucky was confused. Last night she had been so kind to him. More than kind, she showed him more care than he had recieved in a long time. But this morning, it was like a different person. She was so stern with him, cold even. He couldnt understand what on earth he had done to make her change? Was she really only helping him last night because it was her job? Sure that was obviously part of it, but it felt like more to him. Was she ashamed that she let herself be in a vulnerable position with him? He would never hurt her. His teasing earlier was just that, teasing. Maybe even a little bit of flirting. Was that the problem? Was she taken? Had some lucky bastard already claimed her as his? There were no rings on her finger, but she still might belong to someone. Bucky sat contemplating, wondering what he would have to do to see her smile as she did lastnight.

The evening came again and she found herself back in the infirmary to relieve the day nurse, Barbara. Barbara was a nice woman, a little older, warm and friendly to the other staff but known to be very strict to the patients. Timing was everything to Barbara. When it was time to eat, she made those patients eat. When it was time to do physical exercise, those men better get out of bed faster than if the Nazi's were shooting at them. Y/N came to the nurses station as Barbara was finishing paperwork. 'They've all had their evening meals and I did their vitals half hour ago. One soldier in particular was very dissapointed to see me at his bedside and not you.' 'Why? Who?' 'Major Egan. He kept asking were you on shift today and when you would be back. Something to tell me?' Y/N blushed, wishing Major Egan and his blue eyes would leave the infirmary already. 'I don't know why he'd care if I was working or not.' She lied. 'I'd say it would have something to do with your little sleepover last night.' 'He told you?!' Forget the infirmary, he was going to the morgue. 'No he didnt, one of the other patients did. Saw you fast asleep on his way to the bathroom.' 'Oh, well he was having trouble sleeping so -' 'They all have trouble sleeping. Their soldiers in a war.' Y/N felt like she was being scolded. 'I'm sorry I just-' 'No need to be sorry, just be careful. I hear he has a reputation.' With that Barbara put on her coat and left for the evening.

She was here. He heard her sweet voice pass by his cubicle. He was suddenly angry at that other nurse for closing the curtain around his bed, preventing him from seeing her. He knew she would be coming to see him eventually, but waiting for that moment was almost more excruciating than his ribs. He felt his eyes tire, but he fought hard to stay awake. Firsty, because of those horrible nightmares, secondly, because he had to see her again. Had to make sure she knew he wasnt just some cocky pilot. Show her the nice Bucky.

It was 1am. As much as she didnt want to, she had to go check on Major Egan. She got to his cubicle and gently pulled back the curtain, expecting him to be asleep by now. But there he was, wide awake. His tired eyes seemed to gain a bit of extra sparkle when he saw her. 'Good Evening Nurse Y/N' she smiled. 'Major Egan you -' 'Bucky' he interrupted her. Confused she said, 'What Major?' 'I told you last night to call me Bucky, remember? You said it was cool.' That made her giggle involuntarily 'I did say that, didn't I? Must have been sleep deprived.' He dramaticly laid a hand over his chest 'Oh wow, that hurt worse than the ribs.' She came closer to him, to take his vitals. It was difficult though when his blue eyes were staring at her like she was a fresh bunch of daisys.

'Everything looks good, you need anything? Any pain meds?' she said with a gentle smile as she released his wrist from her grasp. 'I'm fine Nurse Y/N, thank you.' She turned to leave, and Bucky almost begged her not to. As she walked away from his cubicle she said 'Get some sleep Bucky, it's good for you.' 'Will do Nurse Y/N' just as she was outside his cubicle, she turned on her heel and said 'It's just Y/N. If you're just Bucky, I'm just Y/N.' He smiled, a smile that he felt all through him, 'Okay then. Goodnight Y/N.' 'Goodnight Bucky.'

He tried to sleep, and actually did for a while. He was lost in dreams of Jay Gatsby and Daisy, then dreams of her. Her smiling face. Then his dreams turned sour. Suddenly Y/N was no longer smiling at him. Instead she was crying while being dragged away by Nazis. Planes crashed around him. There were flames everywhere. He could feel the heat on his skin, he was burning. He was dying. 'Bucky! Bucky its okay! Shh.. you're safe.' He woke as he did the night before. Her arms around him, her wispering in his ear. He was covered in sweat and his heart felt like it was going to explode. She started to rub the hair and the nape of his neck, all the while still talking to him in that sweet, caring voice. 'You're okay Bucky. You're in the infirmary. Nobody's going to hurt you.' He managed to calm his breathing enought to let out a quiet 'I'm sorry.' She unwrapped herself from him, sitting on the edge of his bed. 'Don't be sorry. It's a nightmare, you cant help it.' Bucky scoffed 'I'm like a damn kid again. Pathetic.' She grabbed his hand. 'I dont see a kid, and I definitely dont see someone I would call 'pathetic'. You've been through a terrible ordeal, you risk your life on a daily basis. It's normal for what you've been through to affect you. I see a brave soldier, fighting for his country. There is nothing pathetic about that.' She looked to the nightstand to the book she had been reading him, 'The Great Gatsby'. A good book by all accounts, but Bucky had read it so many times now he was getting tired of it. He would however listen to the story a thousand times if she was the one reading it to him. Without a word, she picked up the book to the page on which she had bent the corner. Bucky protested 'You don't have to...' 'I need to know how it ends!' She said with a smile. She began to read again, her soft melodic voice like angles calling him to heaven.

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okay so I’ve really been thinking about tommy calling buck evan (irrationally thinking about it idk why it’s bothering me) bc why are they doing that? there has to be a reason bc I’d say all his past love interests have called him buck with maybe the odd evan thrown in there when the moment is serious. and technically we don’t get to see tommy and buck’s first interaction on screen bc they’re already in the helicopter when we first see them. and I was thinking chim would’ve obviously introduced eddie and buck to tommy and I would guess he would’ve said “hey this is eddie and this is buck” since that’s what they go by. like he wouldn’t use their government names lool. and then through out the helicopter journey everyone only referred to buck as buck so tommy know’s everyone calls him buck. like at this point does he even know his real name? I would guess not since everyone’s calling him buck. and then I was thinking when buck called tommy to set up the tour he most definitely introduced himself as “buck” since again, everyone was referring to him as “buck” on the helicopter. UNLESS buck said “hey Tommy it’s Evan Buckley - buck from the helipcopter…” BUT even then, it just doesn’t make sense why he’s calling him evan. like when eddie comes to the hangar, eddie calls him “buck” but again, they make it a point to have tommy call him Evan even after that. and they do this all the way through out the episode even though everyone else is calling him buck in the same moments!!! so why is tommy insisting on using his government name?! like ik he called chim “howie” but that makes sense since tommy knew chim as howie but with buck, he met him as buck!!! not as evan !! AND he’s calling Eddie “Eddie” and not edmundo so it’s clearly not that he doesn’t like nicknames Lmao. AND also, I find it weird that buck doesn’t correct him? like I dunno I just feel like he would? he’s corrected his parents in the past and when chim called him evan that one time he was like ???? and again, I understand he’s a love interest but his past LI’s didn’t even call him evan like that yet they had tommy drop evan like 50 times and for what??? has to be something right? I’m trying to think what exactly is could be but my best guess is the name thing will come up on the date or at some point and buck will tell tommy the origin of “buck” and why he isn’t called evan commonly and then maybe tommy will switch to buck?? Or maybe buck with let him call him evan ??? Idk but yeah the Evan thing has been keeping me up at night LOL pls help

big fan of how you went on such a journey there and didnt come to a conclusion because relatble. heres where my head is at personally and stick with me because im gonna start in a strange place

so this show isnt a stranger to name symbolism, natalia literally means birth or rebirth. so buck dating the girl whos name means fresh start after he DIES makes sense, but in a sort of insane irony way i think the death of that relationship was actually supoosed to be the "rebirth" in a sense

and since hes being given this "clean slate" (to throw us back to the last breakup because bucktaylor breakup is literally one of my fav scenes ever) theyre starting us off in a territory we've never been in by showing us through the most prominent symbolism possible. this one seems different because it IS different, and heres one thing this LI is doing that no other LI did, just to prove it.

I do think the other effect of this choice though is that is DOES make us uncomfortable. thats not a name that gets thrown around lightly so to hear it roll off someones tongue like its an everyday occurance rightfully makes us a little apprehensive. I think it could be a clever storytelling technique so as to say this is something that seems looks and feels really good on the surface, but they are throwing in that one little element that provides us with a little unease so that we dont get too comfortable sitting here.

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paxlyra brainrot goes crazy. 635 word little locker room fic that i cooked up, kayfabe compliant, no proofreading or editing (ok to rb)

lyra truly didnt know how she got into this situation. she sat on the locker room bench, pinned in place by one tatum paxley, who had taken it upon herself to hunt down lyra as soon as her championship match ended. the woman had practically tackled lyra backwards, bouncing with excitement at another successful title defense. trying to pry the woman off felt like a lost cause, the womans grip around her waist unrelenting. it wasnt until lyra spelled it out that she was uncomfortable that tatum let go, but that still didnt stop her from immediately latching back on as soon as lyra was back from changing out of her gear.

“uh, tatum?” lyra started, hands awkwardly held up to avoid touching the woman on her lap. tatums head snapped up to look at lyra, green eyes glittering. “yes, my sweet dove?”

“…can you give me a little space here? some breathing room?” tatum let out a little “oh” at the request, like she hadnt realized how close she had been, or how it could make lyra uncomfortable. she peeled herself off, instead occupying herself with fixing her hair. catching her apologetic glances, lyra almost felt a little bad for tatum. the girl was endearing in her own way, but she really wished she wasnt so… obsessive.

with her championship defense being the nights main event, the locker room had long since cleared out. the silence between the two women weighed heavy on lyra. she wasnt fully sure why she hadnt left yet, now that she had freed herself from tatums embrace.

“you know,” tatum spoke, almost like she could hear lyras thoughts, “im really glad youre still champion”.

“right. i mean, i am too.” she laughed nervously, trying to figure out how to respond to such an objective statement. it was sweet that she cared. “thank you… for your support, tatum”.

tatum smiled at the acknowledgment, turning fully to lyra. “no, really! you did so good out there, i dont know how anyone could have anything bad to say!” the praises rushed out of her, leaving her breathless. “i dont think theres anyone who can compare, youre just… so, so, good.” the last word came out as a trembling exhale, and tatum breathed heavily to gather herself. lyra looked on, concerned for her.

“i just dont know what i would do if someone took the championship away from you,” she started again, inching closer to lyra once more. the sudden intensity in tatums voice made lyra feel uneasy. “its just, who would even think to do that?” she inched closer still, placing one hand on lyras knee. “i just cant stand it. it just makes me so mad, how anyone could even consider that when youre so good and-“

“tatum?” lyras voice came out more high pitched than she intended. tatums eyes snapped to her once more, hand unconsciously closing in on lyras knee.

“tatum, its late. i think i should go.” tatum looked at her blankly, unrelenting, like she hadnt said anything at all. “champion needs her rest right?”, she tried, hoping to reach tatum with her fixation. finally tatum blinked, like she had just come out of a trance.

“yeah, right. of course, i- of course.” she spoke sheepishly, finally realizing lyra from her grip. despite the circumstances, lyra felt her chest hurt with how badly tatum hid her disappointment. “champion needs her rest,” she echoed.

“…right,” lyra replied, picking up her bag and finally turning from tatum. “well, good night then.” she was almost out of the room when tatum spoke again.

“see you next week?” she spoke quietly, hopefully. tyra stopped in the doorway. she could feel the womans eyes on her, could almost see them in her mind.

“im sure we will see each other”, she stated, finally leaving.

[napping-sapphic]

Hello! I have a Situation and its totally cool if you're not able to give advice but im looking for advice anyway bc im autistic and have no idea how to navigate romantic situations.

So ive had a friend since i was 12 her pronouns are she/they so i will be using both. Im now 20 and they're 21. I've known I like girls since i was 13. And shes pan.

So, in the past, ive had like fleeting thoughts of dating/kissing them but i usually just shake my head and think "nah i cant possibly want to date her bc they're my best friend, i just have very strong platonic feelings." Like Very Strong. Ive literally said that i will always compare my feelings for a future romantic partner with my feelings for her bc they're so strong.

So im honestly not sure if i would know if i was in love with someone unless it hit me in the face, and i am currently feeling like it has hit me in the face. I woke up at like 4 am last night from a dream just thinking "omygosh im in love with her" and ive been journaling and thinking all day ahout my feelings and im starting to think ive just been in strong denial/oblivious about my feelings. Both bc im autistic and have difficulty identifying emotions and bc im demiromantic and rarely experience romantic attraction so i dont have much experience with it.

I guess the point of this ask is about any advice you can give regarding knowing if i actually have romantic feelings and if i do,, like what do i do about it??? Should i tell them? We have a really strong friendship and i dont wanna make her uncomfortable. I think ill be okay not acting on my feelings but its been literally less than 24 hrs since realizing my feelings might be romantic and i dont know if it will be difficult to hide or what to do about it. They're also like my only close friend so i cant just ask her what to do like i would normally, which is why im asking you.

Again, i understand if you cant answer this bc its a pretty personal situation but i would appreciate any advice.

Thank you! :)

Ahh once again prefacing with the fact that I am really Not Qualified to give advice on most things😅 but I can give you my take as an outsider on the situation and with my (very limited experience) in case that might help you at all, but again really take all of this with a LARGE grain of salt i am a VERY unqualified stranger on the internet so most of what i say is probably nonsense😅

I feel like this is like my go to advice but I’d say just wait it out tbh, as someone who was in capital L love with their childhood best friend for a while it really just came down to time for me. It took a while for me to be sure whether the feelings were romantic or platonic for SURE. Especially since the platonic love stayed for me even when the romantic love began🤷‍♀️ it made it extra tricky to tell lol.

My ‘oh this is NOT just platonic’ realization came from YEARS of excessive thinking about them, WAY too much jealousy when they dated other people, a LOT of thoughts and urges about holding their hand, a lot of comparing them to people i had passing crushes on, and (i kid you not) an embarrassing amount of love poems teenage me wrote about them lol😅

However! The slow process and thinking it through also lead me to the conclusion that i did NOT want to date them. Being a couple just wouldn’t work for us and I value them so so so SO much as my best friend and really need them in my life as that separate, constant, platonic relationship that I deeply love and care for. It works better for us than any sort of dating could🤷‍♀️ not to mention all of our other clashing traits that just wouldn’t work if our relationship was romantic. And now I’m honestly really not romantically interested in them anymore, they’re just my best friend and always will be :)

I dont think it’s too unusual to fall a bit (or a lot) romantically in love with a best or close friend, I think the more important thing to recognize is whether it’s something worth acting on, that you’re willing to act on, and that will be good for both of you to act on

So I’d say ruminate on it! There’s no pressure to figure it out, if you start getting too preoccupied with it you can try talking it through with them, not even as a confession type thing, you can simply have a conversation letting them know you’re a little confused or wanting their opinion if you think they’ll be receptive to it. Best I can tell you is that there’s no clock on figuring it out, there’s no “right” way to define what type of love you feel, and to remember that either way you’ve got a great person in your life. I’m very sorry I can’t be more help and if anyone has any other advice feel free to leave it in the notes for this person! Good luck to you and I hope you find what you’re looking for soon <3!!

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Hi for a request if it still open. One with finan with 15 ( I will always love you) angst with a happy ending. Maybe reader got jealous??? If you do write NSFW. Maybe a bit of it but if you dont I will be happy with the first ❤❤

Notes: Hiiii @biancathecool so I don't write NSFW, but I put in a jealous reader and a happy ending. Hope it's ok :) //// Hiiii, @bbyaemond this request has already come in, so I tried to connect your request to the first one. Hope you like it :) //// Thank you both

Pairing: Finan x Osferth x Reader

Warning: Reader will be hurt

Summary: Finan, Osferth and you are on the way home. You're in a bad mood, because Finan behaved really badly the day before, Osferth your brother tried not to interfere, but his attempts to calm you down went rather in the wrong direction. Men are just like that, what he said was wrong and made everything worse.

"So you're still mad at me?" Finan asked you. "You know I love you, don't you?" You let an exasperated sound out of you. Whenever you were mad at Finan, he came up with I love you...

"Did you tell Erica that too?", the woman Finan had flirted with extensively yesterday. You sat next to him, but it seemed more like he was your brother and not Osferth.

You were seriously angry, but also jealous that Erica got his attention yesterday. "Who is Erica?" he asked, you didn't see how he looked questioningly at Osferth, who just raised an eyebrow that said something like, Seriously now?

He raised his hands to show Finan to keep him out of this. "You know exactly who I mean" you said between your teeth. "I wonder who you spend your time with when I'm not around"

You turn around and put your hands on your hips. Finan looked at you in shock, "Nobody... With nobody!" He looked again at Osferth, who was slowly walking on, he tightened his lips when you gave him a warning look.

"Say I'm not dating anyone, Osferth," Finan yelled after him. You turn to your brother, he was standing with his back to you both, plucking leaves from a bush.

For him, you two weren't even there.

"I'm telling you, if I see you again with one like that, I'll pull her hair and show her who you belong to" - "I didn't do anything, she sat on my lap, I tried everything to stop her" Finan tried to fight back

"Certainly by holding her waist, so she doesn't fall off? With...that you made eyes at her? With that ... you didn't tell her we were together?"

"I... I..." he looked at Osferth, you turn to him as well, he had his eyebrows raised high, and he turned away when you looked at him. His posture told you he was visibly uncomfortable.

You take a deep breath, wanted to let this topic rest until you were alone with Finan. "Let's go" you said grumpily and continued on your way. The two men were quiet, too quiet, neither of them wanted to say a word for fear of angering you.

The trees were thick, but the path was clear, formed by feet and hooves into a broad sandy path. It wasn't far from village to village, you handed in Uhtred's letter and stayed the night. You're starting to regret that you didn't run home that night.

In silence, you walked in front of the two. Nobody spoke, but sometimes you hear the two behind you whispering. Somehow, it was a satisfaction for you to see Finan so helpless, asking your brother what he had done wrong.

A smile crossed your lips as you walked down the small hill, careful not to fall, you didn't see who was waiting for you down there. You jumped onto the last piece and looked up, four men smiled at you, one of them standing there with a knife in his hand and beckoning you closer.

You wanted to turn and run back up the hill, but you were grabbed by a fifth man. "Look what we have here" said the man with the knife.

"Who are you, should I know you?" you spoke aloud, hoping that Finan and Osferth would realize that you were no longer alone. "My name is Bresal, you don't know me, not yet"

The man comes closer to you and examines you like a piece of meat. "But I know you, funny how Uhtred would let someone walk alone through the woods," he said, and you could see something evil glinting in his eyes.

"Why shouldn't it be allowed?" you asked him. The man started laughing and looked at his friends. "Because it's stupid, there are so many bad people out here" he said and came even closer, you could feel his breath on your ear.

"Because there are men who are not on Uhtred's side". He stroked your stomach with the knife, you had no armor on, for you were not a warrior. The two that were, were safe, you hoped.

But right at that moment a stone flew and hit one of the men on the head, blood splattered on another's face, and he immediately wanted to start running. "NO", screamed Bresal, "They just want us to split up" He looked around angrily, but the trees and bushes didn't allow him to get an overview.

"How many are out there?" he asked you angrily. You rock your head back and forth "30 maybe just 27, didn't count" You saw the man clench his teeth angrily.

He didn't believe a word you said, but it seemed like he didn't want to risk it either. "Tell Uhtred this is just a warning" he said and without another word he stabbed you in the stomach. He let the knife pull out, cut your skin, and ran with his man as fast as he could.

Finan ran out of hiding with his sword drawn, as did Osferth. But it was too late, you fell hard to the ground and held your open wound "Osferth..." you cried hoarsely with pain, blood flowed from your mouth.

"No.... oh no... no" said Osferth, dropping his sword and running towards you, squeezing your wound with both hands. He could hardly hide his tears. "Don't let me die" you said, he vigorously shakes his head.

"Finan...Finan" he said softly, he looked up "Finan! I need your help!" he yelled now when he saw that he was considering following them, he hadn't realized what had happened.

As he turned to both of you. Tiredness gripped your body, and you could only faintly watch as his eyes widened as he walked towards you. His warm hand under your head, his words could hardly be heard. The last thing you saw was the tear that made its way down and hid in his beard.

You wake up in pain, your vision was foggy, but you clearly saw your brother's smiling face. "You didn't let me die" he shook his head "Of course not" he looked at you sadly "You lost a lot of blood and for a moment I thought I lost you"

You looked around, and it took you a while to realize that you were in Osferth House. "We are in Coccam? How?" you asked, your voice tired and shockingly low. "Finan carried you, we ran as fast as we could and didn't stop"

"Finan?" you asked and saw Osferth nod, putting a hand on your shoulders. "There's someone for you," he said, standing up, Finan appearing in your sight. He smiled lovingly at you. "Keep it short, rest is important" Osferth said and nodded to you before he left you both.

Finan came to you immediately, he kissed you several times before brushing your face "You are so brave" he said proudly "And so strong" he kissed you again. "We have to Uhtred...." - "We have told Uhtred everything, and you will tell him the rest when you feel better," he said.

Again you feel his soft lips on yours and you return the kiss. "I love you Finan" you spoke quickly as you felt the tiredness trying to pull you down into the dream world, but you still heard his words. "I love you too" he kissed you, "I will always love you"

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Summary: Dina doesn’t feel like she belongs with her boyfriend’s crowd. But when she’s talking about her weekend plans, she finds that she’s able to connect with you. Maybe even better than she does with Brad.

A/N: first, last, and only dina fic omg. this is probably gonna be really ooc and like a crackfic or something bc i honestly dont remember dina being interested in RHPS, but then again i havent seen ianowt since it came out. ive also never watched RHPS… the closest ive come to it is that one episode of glee pffft i swear it’s on my watchlist tho

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Sometimes, Dina didn’t know why she was dating Brad. She knew why she started dating him. He was a hot and popular football player who gave her, the new girl, attention. She liked walking around wearing his varsity jacket and drinking at his house parties with Sydney.

But eventually, that wasn’t enough for Dina anymore. When she thought about it, she and Brad didn’t really have much in common.

Especially friends.

“Dina?” The girl was brought out of her deep thoughts by you saying her name and waving a hand in front of her face. Everyone chuckled when she flinched in surprise except you, who looked at her curiously.

“Huh?”

“I asked what you were doing this weekend.”

Brad answered for Dina, a smug and suggestive grin on his face. “She’s coming to my place.” The group laughed as he put his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder, whose expression immediately gave you the impression that he was dead wrong.

“Actually…” Dina’s voice was soft but firm, wriggling out of Brad’s hold. “I’m going out of town with Syd and Stanley.”

“What?” Everyone at the table immediately started to feel uncomfortable. Brad was known to be a dick with a bit of a temper, but you hoped that that temper or dick behavior wouldn’t be extended to Dina just because she wasn’t hanging out with him for a weekend. “Why?”

Dina rolled her eyes, which seemed to only make Brad more upset. “We’re gonna go see Rocky Horror.”

“Wait, really?” You leaned over the table a bit to get closer to Dina, your interest piqued. “Like, is it the movie or an actual live show?”

“Live show,” Dina answered, slightly surprised. Sure, it wasn’t like Rocky Horror was a niche thing. But it a town like this, with kids like Brad and his friends? And no offense to you, of course, but Dina was surprised that a cheerleader in Brad’s group would even recognize the name.

You squealed in excitement, making Dina laugh. The rest of the table rolled their eyes, returning to their food or phones. Except for Brad, who was still upset Dina wouldn’t be coming over this weekend. “That sounds like so much fun! Where is it? I kinda wanna go now.”

“You could come with us,” Dina suggested before she could even think about it. But she didn’t regret asking; she was sure Sydney and Stanley wouldn’t have a problem with you coming. Although you were part of the self-centered, popular crowd, you were probably one of the nicest people any of them had interacted with in this town. However, they rarely interacted with you apart from Dina because of your busy cheerleader life and the crowd you were in. “If you want.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna intrude or anything.”

“It’s no problem.” Dina waved off your concerns. “We’re taking Stan’s car, so how about we swing by your place at around 4?”

You grinned with excitement. “That sounds great!”

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That night after the show, you and your friends were filled with giddiness and adrenaline. You all had an amazing time, and Dina was happy to see that you fit right in with her best friends.

“That was so much fun!” You squealed as you all piled into Stanley’s car, Stanley and Sydney in the front while you and Dina sat in the back.

“The music was just, ugh, awesome,” Stan said as he turned the car on, starting to pull out of the parking lot.

While Stan and Syd started talking about whether or not to stop for food, you turned to Dina. “Thanks for inviting me.” You said, nudging her with your shoulder.

She repeated the action to you. “If I knew you were into this kinda stuff, I would’ve invited you a lot sooner.”

As you kept talking, Syd and Stanley discreetly looked back through the rearview mirror. They decided to stop for food, so whatever was going on between you and Dina would keep going just a little bit longer. They could see that something about you was different from the people they usually saw you with.

As time passed, Dina started wondering again why she was still dating Brad. You were the only one who actually showed interest in her and thought of her as more than Bradley Lewis’ girlfriend. So maybe she stuck around so she could actually get to know you.

But after tonight, Dina decided she didn’t need Brad for that anymore.

[yummy-tummy-time]

really, really long crush processing post cause it's taking up too much space in my brain

My feelings for my roommate might not be unrequited after all, which I've suspected for a short bit, but she's SUCH a hard read.

We candyflipped recently and cuddled most of the night, but that drug combo almost guarantees physical intimacy if you're partying with safe, affectionate people so I didn't want to put too much stock in that experience. Also, she explicitly said that kissing me while we partied was "because she wanted to kiss someone and it wasn't going to be [our friend]"; and when I asked about cuddling on the regular, she sounded hesitant and said she (probably) only wanted physical affection occasionally.

So I've been figuring out ways to express physical affection that are appropriate within the boundaries of our relationship, which has been very difficult because my roommate doesn't initiate or ask for different types of affection or tell me explicitly when she likes something. But she seemed very happy when I started asking for hugs, booping her head, and being physically playful. Most recently, I started playfully grabbing her toes when we're on the couch together, and I was pleasantly surprised when she started playing back. She hasn't said a word about it, but she smiles really big when I play with or rub her feet.

Outside of physical affection, we've been spending most of our social time together. Helps when you're both shy in public and live together. Our emotional relationship has grown really deep. In May, I told her I had a crush on her. Those feelings were explicitly unreciprocated, so I put away any ideas about our relationship becoming more intimate, and committed to encouraging her to chat with cuties and go on dates. Since then, I've been expressing affection while verbally maintaining platonic boundaries to avoid making my roommate uncomfortable. I think my actions have demonstrated that supporting her is one of my biggest interests & priorities, and now she shares a level of vulnerability and affection with me that she doesn't share with the other roommates.

Last week I talked with one of the other roommates about my feelings - trying to decide if I'm in love, how to know the difference between romantic and queerplatonic love, and revisiting my decision to not get involved with a roommate. They asked if she reciprocates my feelings; I said no, they asked, "Are you sure?" The next day, my (crush) roommate and I were playing around and the other says, "Oh, just kiss already!" Both of those moments sent my brain REELING, like, 'does my roommate know something I dont?? Why would they say that??'

On Friday, I went to a kink party for that roommate's birthday. Even though I was excited to play among experienced and welcoming friends in a private home, I got so shy that I didn't do any of the kink activities I planned on, I didnt ask anyone to get cozy, and I didn't tell anyone their advances were welcome. Remembering how my (crush) roommate shuts down around cuties in public, I began to wonder if she's like me the way I was at the party. With everything I wrote here (and more) in mind, I decided it was time to just ask my roommate if she wants to cuddle again. The answer each time has been "Sure". I've confirmed several times this year that "Sure" is a good response from this roommate, but it still takes a LOT of effort for me to take that as enthusiastic consent.

The 1st night, I curled up next to her until she fell asleep. She didn't say anything or cozy up more, but she woke up multiple times after I fell asleep and stayed in her spot despite having a lot of couch space and a bed available. The 2nd night, I asked to cozy up next to her again. "Sure." I snuggled up with my head on her shoulder; she didn't move at all, arms folded across her chest. I asked if she wanted to cuddle or she liked where I was; "Being cuddled would be nice." I wrapped my arm around her waist. I dont think she changed positions the whole time except to adjust her legs; When she sat up to go to bed, I rubbed her back and again she didn't move. I confirmed that she enjoyed me rubbing her back, and she chose to stay with me for another 30 minutes for back rubs AND asked for a massage. We spent a little time sitting with me hugging her from behind; she leaned into me and put her head on my shoulder, but didn't hug me back. 3rd night, I laid next to her on the couch with my arms around her legs and gently rubbed her thigh for a while. Again, she sat up for bed, then stayed with me so I could rub her back; but this time she told me when she wanted scratches instead of rubs, asked me to touch her sides in addition to her back, "demanded" head scratches after I played with her hair, laid back against me so i could put my arms around her shoulders, and put her hands on mine when I hugged her from behind. (I feel like I'm successfully befriending a shy cat.)

So here we are!! I don't know if my roomie is into me or if I'm just a familiar someone, who regularly shares nonromantic physical intimacy with friends, filling a void of physical touch for her until another cutie comes along. Maybe it's both? In any case, she recently decided she'd rather develop intimate relationships through her friendships instead of going through dating apps, so I hope the slow blossoming of this physically intimate relationship is just as exciting for her as it is for me. The cuddling is extremely relaxing, but based on her body language I'm 99% certain that some of my touch is also turning her on and she is enjoying that too... Things are too new and uncertain to even consider sex, but damn, these cuddle sessions got me fantasizing like a fiend 😵‍💫

[jooskyimo]

Jared: Alan Bailey

(content tags: NSFW, M+M, character/POV switching, language, stalking, kidnapping, NC, drugs, gore, murder, frotteurism, hematolagnia, cannibalism)

PART ONE: ALAN'S POV

Dear Alan Bailey.

I know you love me too. Just fucking tell me. Come on, Alan. You fucking admire me. You want me. You love thinking of me. You want me inside you again. You want my cock inside you. You're scared to tell me. But it's okay. I can wait a little longer. You know I love you.

From, Jared.

"The fuck?" I quietly exclaimed. "What the fuck?" I got up and started pacing around the room. "What the fucking fuck, seriously?"

"What does it say, Alan?" Casey said, sitting on the edge of the couch seat with his head in his hands and his eyes closed tightly. He anticipated the worst, but was clinging onto hope that Jared hadn't written another disgusting letter.

"It's just more bullshit about him loving me." I sighed, plopping myself down onto the couch next to Casey. "I don't understand why he does this shit."

Casey looked up at me with a disgusted look on his face. "What is wrong with him, dude? You've been friends since you were like 5, what the hell happened?"

I shook my head. "I have no idea. We were close. So fucking close, Casey. We were like brothers." I looked down at my arm, realizing I'd been picking at the skin. "He started doing really tiny things a few years ago. It started off okay, now he's just weird. But fuck, man, I'd give anything just to have the old Jared back. He never used to do this shit." I leaned my head back and started scraping my skin harder.

Casey scoffed. "Well, why dont you just ignore him?What the hell is he gonna do about it?"

I stayed quiet. Not because I didn't know the answer, but because I was scared of even thinking about it.

3 years ago. My 15th birthday. Jared was the only one I had invited. I didn't like the thought of a big party, and I wanted to spend the day having fun with my best friend. Jared had just turned 16, but he hadn't thrown a party so that we would just celebrate both our birthdays at my party. And we did. But he got a lot more out of it than I did.

After we got back to my house we ate pizza, and then Jared suggested we try something. I asked him what and he told me that he saw something in a gay porn and he wanted to test it out since he was curious. We were both still questioning basically everything about ourselves, and we had both been talking about how we were both more strongly attracted to guys. We played these comments off as jokes, but deep down, we both knew what it was. We were gay.

He wanted me to suck his dick. As his birthday present. And since I loved him with every fiber of my being, I said sure.

I did it, and at the time, it felt fucking amazing. It was the most fun thing I'd ever done with him. That was the day we officially came out to each other.

After that, things went downhill.

He wanted to further our relationship, but he didn't start out being super pushy. He gave a gentle nudge, hinting towards the idea, then I'd politely reject him, maintaining the mindset that we had been best friends since we were in elementary school, and I didn't want to mess up the longest friendship I'd ever had. So he wouldn't bring it up for a few days.

But then it started happening every day. Then nonstop. By the time I was 17, he was annoyingly persistent about it to the point where we couldn't even have a normal conversation. At this point I was even more uncomfortable. I rejected him for the last time and told him if he ever hit on me like that again our friendship would be over. Forever.

He didn't take that well. I didn't want to hang out with him much anymore, so I hadn't seen him for a couple weeks. He started sending letters to me and banging on my front door and my bedroom window in the middle of the night. But this letter was unlike anything he had sent before.

I looked down at my arm and realized it was bleeding.

"Alan?" Casey got my attention.

"Yeah, what?" I looked at him.

He handed me a tissue from the box on the coffee table. "Your arm is bleeding."

"I noticed." I looked back down and wiped my arm with the tissue.

"Oh fuck."

"What, Casey?" I sighed, looking up. He was standing in front of me, shaking and staring straight at the window behind me. My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. "Get in the bathroom." He nodded and ran.

I got up and slowly turned towards the window. There he was. Staring right back at me. He had this little smirk, like the smug bastard he is.

"FUCK, JARED!" I yelled. I took a second to catch my breath and walked toward the window and opened it just enough to talk to him. He smelled like pine needles and dirt with a hint of freshly cut grass, and he was wearing a dirty gray hoodie over an uncharacteristically clean blue t-shirt, with one of the hoodie sleeves hanging off of his shoulder. His hair was fluffed up and messy, and there was dirt on his face. "What the hell are you doing here, Jared." I demanded. It came out more as a statement than a question.

"Just trying to see what your hot ass is doing. Speaking of your ass..." He grinned and looked me up and down and I could see his pupils dilate in the faint light coming from the living room. "Fuck. You don't even know, dude. I'd do some nice shit to you, Alan."

I felt the anger building up. I clenched my fist. I took a deep breath, holding it in. "You need to stop. Now."

"You know, it's pretty hot when you get mad at me." He smiled.

I clenched my jaw. "Jared, get the fuck out of here." I said it in the most authoritative voice I could without yelling and waking anyone up. "Fucking. Leave."

"You're so fucking beautiful." He looked down. I followed his gaze and saw he was hard.

I cringed. "Ugh."

"Mhm. You want it, don't you?" He moaned as he rubbed it.

"I'm calling the police, Jared."

"Whoa whoa, babe, calm down." He laughed, putting his hands up and taking a couple steps back. "I'll leave. Okay? Just..." He took out his phone. "Let me get a good picture of you, babe. I'm gonna need it."

I sighed. "Jared. Stop fucking calling me that."

"Stop calling you what?" He smirked, his phone pointed towards me.

"Babe."

He laughed. "Ooh, you fell for it! Got it." He looked down at his phone. "Fuck yeah." He looked back at me.

I slammed the window shut and he started banging on it. I could hear him yelling "Babe! Come back!" and shit like that. I didn't turn, just went straight to my room. God, I would kill him if I wouldn't get arrested.

Fuck. Him.

PART TWO, JARED'S POV

Dear Alan Bailey.

I love you more than you'll ever know. But if you can't accept that, if you can't return that love...

Maybe I'll need to force you to learn how to love me back.

From, Jared.

After banging on his living room window for a couple minutes, I accepted that he had probably gone to sleep or forgot or something. I looked down. I was still super fucking hard.

"Ffffuuuuuuucckk." I groaned, leaning my head back and shoving my hands into my pockets. I walked across his backyard and sat cross legged in the freshly trimmed grass for a few minutes. For the first time in a while I felt genuinely defeated.

I looked back down at it.

"Aw, fuck it."

I unzipped my jeans and started jerking off. All I could think about was the fact that Alan was right there. His smooth skin, his shiny hair, his beautiful fucking puppy dog eyes... All of it, just waiting for me. Barely tens of feet away. I could just walk in and fuck him. He was so close. So close. So. Fucking. Close.

"Oh, shit..." I moaned as I came. It was a lot. All over my new shirt I had bought just to impress Alan. Damn.

The next morning, I woke up in my bed, hungry and still tired. I looked at my phone to admire my lockscreen, a picture I had of Alan and I from 9th grade. His smile was so pretty. I hadn't seen that smile from him in years. After sitting in bed for a few hours, I dragged myself out of bed and washed my face, then ate a bowl of cereal, staring out the kitchen window to watch kids bike past in the street, as they did every morning. It reminded me of riding my bike to the arcade with Alan after school. That was the same arcade we had our birthday party in. And the last time we went anywhere together, aside from school. After breakfast, I put on a gray t-shirt and my hoodie and skateboarded to Alan's house to hide in the yard and watch him leave for work.

As I sat there, in the bushes beside his house, I checked the time. It was 10. That was way later than usual, and Alan still hadn't come out. I smiled. If he was still home, and if his roommate was gone, this was a great opportunity.

I grabbed my keys, spinning them on my finger and whistling as I walked up to his front door. I unlocked it, and walked right in. I knew he had no clue I could do that, which made it even better. I locked the door behind me and moved the couch in front of it as quietly as I could.

"I'm coming, babe. Don't worry. I'm finally here." I whispered to myself and smiled.

I snuck up the stairs and walked towards Alan's room. I creaked open the door and peeked inside.

There was Alan, in his bed. He'd probably called in sick so he could sleep in. Classic Alan. I sat down next to his bedroom door with my eyes closed, peacefully listening to Alan's gentle snoring and quiet moans. I smiled. He's fucking adorable, especially when he has nightmares. The noises alone...

I sat there so long I almost fell asleep myself, but I heard Alan clear his throat and moan as he got out of bed and stretched.

"Shit." I whispered. I carefully walked into the bathroom right across from Alan's room. I heard him walk down the stairs. "Shit." And I meant it this time. The front door was right at the bottom of the stairs. He was gonna see the couch and the muddy shoe prints. He was gonna know.

"Oh, what the hell?"

Fuck. No. Please. Come on...

"God damn it, Case. I told you to stop doing this shit. The doors lock just fine by themselves." As he climbed back up the stairs I could hear his voice getting closer. His hot. Fucking. Voice.

I heard him open the door to Casey's room.

"Case, why did..." He paused. "Case? What the fuck..."

Casey wasn't home. Perfect.

I heard him coming back towards the bathroom.

I had to do it.

Now.

3.

2.

1.

I popped out of the bathroom and blocked the hallway, my arms and legs stretched out and my hands pressed against the walls.

"JARED! NO! GET THE FUCKING HELL OUT!" He tried to push past me.

"Don't." I demanded. He tried to slip through the space between me and the wall and I growled, kicking him in the gut. He fell to the floor. I got on top of him, trapping his hands under my legs, and grabbed his neck, keeping my other hand over his mouth to stop him from screaming. I looked into his eyes deeply as a tear rolled down his face.

This made me fucking livid. I felt a knot in my stomach, and anger- but mostly sadness- filled my head.

I forrowed my brows and leaned in a bit. "Why are you crying? Aren't you happy I'm here?"

He started breathing heavily and closed his eyes tightly. I planted a soft kiss on his cheek and he started breathing slower.

"Babe. Look at me." We stared into each other's eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. Trust me. But please be quiet, okay? I love you. You'll be okay."

He nodded, a sad and scared expression on his face. I removed my hand from his mouth, but kept the other one lightly but still firmly around his neck.

"Okay. See? You're okay, baby."

He looked up at me, his eyes twinkling, wet with tears.

I wiped the tears from his face. "It's gonna be okay. I told you I wouldn't hurt you. I love you." I know he fucking blushed when I said that. I could fucking tell. That bitch blushed so hard.

"Say it back, Alan."

Another tear fell. He shook his head. "Please, no." He shut his eyes tightly.

I laughed. "Babe, come on." I strengthened my grip on his neck. I could tell he was starting to struggle to breathe.

He opened his eyes and squirmed. "I love you, okay? Just... Let go..." He choked out.

That shit hit me deep. I was hard as fuck.

"Oh, fuuuckkk meee..." I groaned quietly. "You really are amazing." I started rubbing against him, and then I realized.

He. Was. Fucking. Hard.

He let out a small whimper, and he was definitely blushing now.

"What the fuck... You're hard?"

"No. No..." He started struggling to get away, but I was sitting on his lap and he couldn't move at all. "Ugh, god damn it! What is wrong with you?" His face was red.

I grinned. "You fucking are, you little nasty slut. God, you're hot. I knew you loved me." I stood up and grabbed him by his arms, pulling him along with me. "We're going back to my house, babe."

I was jerking off during the drive back home. I just couldn't help it. He was so hot. Laying there, all tied up in my back seat.

I tied him to one of my dining chairs, then pulled a bottle of drugged water out of the fridge. "Here, drink this. Don't want you dehydrated." I poured some of the water into his mouth, and he swallowed it. "I'm gonna have some fun with you."

"What?"

"I'm gonna torture you in the best way. I'm gonna savor you." I walked up to him and placed my hand on his cheek. "I love you, Alan." I pulled him towards me and kissed him. His lips were soft and smooth like rose petals and they tasted like his vanilla and strawberry lip balm. As I pulled away, I looked into his eyes and he looked back into mine. They were wide, and honestly he looked like he enjoyed it.

"Oh, did you like that?" I smiled.

He stared up at me. He seemed more calm.

"Well?" He looked down at the floor to hide his face. I lifted it back up. "Come on. You can tell me." I kissed him again. "How did that make you feel?"

"I... I got chills." He said quietly.

"In a good way, right?"

He didn't reply, and looked down again. I stood up and went to grab duct tape, smiling the whole time. He liked it. I knew he loved me.

I tore the tape with my teeth and put a piece over his mouth. "You're still hard, baby?" I grinned, putting my hand on his bulge. "Can't believe this is really happening."

He whined and shut his eyes tightly as I moved my hand slowly, rubbing his cock through his sweatpants. "If you really did like me back this whole time, why the hell would you make me wait like this, baby?"

Alan ignored my question and shifted his weight, leaning back in the chair, and thrusted his hips, pressing his dick harder against my hand. I pulled away and reached up to tear the tape off. Alan let out a yell. "Now. Tell me why, pretty boy."

He hung his head and breathed heavily. "I don't... I really, really don't like you, man."

I scoffed. "Well that's a fucking lie. You blushed when I kissed you, and you just got flustered from me touching you. Come on. You love me."

He shook his head, looking back up at me. "No. Just sensitive. Any guy could do that to me."

"Oh really? Any guy?"

"Well, I mean, not an ugly guy, but..."

"Oh? So you think I'm hot?"

"Jared, come on."

"Well, that's what you just implied."

"Jared. This is like the third time you've fucking kidnapped me. How the hell are you not in jail?"

"Well, you never call anyone or tell anyone about it. Casey doesn't even know about the more extreme stuff I've done to you. To be honest," I leaned closer, grabbing his chin and looking into his eyes, "kinda makes me think you don't want me to stop."

He scoffed, pulling away and hanging his head again. I stood back up, glaring down at him. "Well then. If you're gonna be a fucking bitch about it," I pulled a pocketknife out of my back pocket and flipped it open. "I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson." I leaned in, my face close to his so he could feel my breath against his lips, tracing his jawline with the blade. "Teach you how to respect me."

"I won't. I'll never respect you. You're a piece of shit. Fuck you." He spat at me. I backed up and stared down at him angrily. It honestly hurt that he would do something like that.

"That's mean."

"You're mean." A tear fell down his cheek.

I was conflicted. Stood for a minute or so. Watching. His beautiful twinkling eyes staring back up at me. His pretty crying. His smile. His beautiful body, leaning forward as if to intimidate me.

I decided.

I lunged and grabbed him by his neck, holding him back as I hooked the blade of my knife under his shirt and tore through it. I dropped the knife, ripping the shirt with my bare hands. An animal tearing into another animal purely based on instinct. Aggression. Passion.

PART THREE, ALAN'S POV

Dear Alan Bailey.

God damn it. I miss you. Alan. I fucking miss you so much. Why can't you just admit you love me back? Then we could just skip this drama and finally be together. Why not, Alan? Why don't you love me??? Why the fuck not???

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I screamed as he ripped my shirt open, trying desperately to hold him back.

"Teaching you a lesson, like I said." He smiled at me. I hate his smile.

So fucking smug.

Disgusting.

Horrible.

Vile.

I kicked my legs, aiming to hit him anywhere I could. "Get off, you fucking psycho!" He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back. I stopped kicking.

He stared into my eyes for a few seconds, then his face got really close to mine. "You need to stop doing that, Alan. I'm here to take care of you, and you're making it really, really difficult." He sat in my lap while he said this. I felt my cock throbbing in my jeans, and it felt so good against him. He traced the blade gently across my face and neck with his other hand still pulling my hair, then started grinding against me. I moaned softly, accepting his attempt to calm me down. It shouldn't have worked, but it did.

Maybe a little too well.

"Oh fuck, did you just..."

I was really hoping he wouldn't notice.

He grinned. "That's hot. Thought you didn't like me. Your feelings definitely change fast, don't they?"

"Shut up, Alan. I told you before, I'm sensitive. You don't have to make fun of me."

"Yeah, but that didn't seem like you just being sensitive. You were moaning. You were enjoying it." He smiled, then leaned in and kissed me softly. I couldn't speak or react. I wanted to yell at him or punch him or push him away, but I couldn't. It was like I was hypnotized, just staring back into his eyes. I knew I was blushing because of his stupid reaction and smug grin.

He kissed me again, and again, grinding against me the whole time, letting out these really soft and hot moans, and a minute later I was hard again.

I was actually kinda starting to enjoy it. Why the fuck did I feel like this? He's disgusting. I've tried for years to distance myself from this creep, and now all those feelings of hatred were just gone because he was a little charismatic? No. No. This is fucking stupid.

He got up and went into his bedroom, and I felt adrenaline start pumping through my veins. I tried with all my strength to separate my arms and get the rope off, but it was tied tight, and the pulling made the knot tighter.

"Shit."

"You say something, babe?"

"No." I started sweating. Fuck. What the hell was I gonna do? Then I saw the knife on the counter. It was a couple feet away. If I could get to it without making too much noise, I could get free and maybe stab this fucker. Then I could run out into the street and be saved. I smiled as I began to feel free again.

I scooted the chair across the floor to the counter, and it didn't make sound. Thank god Jared used furniture pads on everything. I kept scooting closer and closer until I finally got there. I looked around, trying to figure out how to get the knife, when I heard Jared coming back in.

"So, I couldn't find my favorite knife, but I found some-" He looked up, first at me, then at the knife. "Oh, no, you don't." He laughed, pulling my chair back and grabbing the knife. Shit. "You're a smart little guy, aren't you? Trying to escape. Too bad you couldn't grab the knife. You were so close to being free, weren't you?"

I clenched my jaw at his condescending remarks.

"I think you deserve a punishment for that." He stared at me for a second, then suddenly lunged and grabbed my left foot, holding my leg straight out. I wiggled, trying to get my leg free.

"No! No, stop it!"

"This is what happens when you try to leave me." He put the knife to my upper thigh, and dragged the blade all the way down my leg. I winced and breathed through my teeth. He didn't cut deep, but he used enough force to draw blood, resulting in a long, red line down my leg, dripping blood onto the floor.

"Stop it, please." I sobbed.

"No. You haven't learned your lesson yet." He put the knife back at the start of the cut, and started to slice into it again. I screamed, and he dropped the knife and my leg and slapped his hand over my mouth. "What the hell is wrong with you? You want somebody to hear you?" He looked deeper into my eyes. "You want me to get in trouble?"

My eyes started to water. I shook my head.

"Good." He let go, and picked up my leg again.

I had to do something.

I kicked him with my other leg, hitting him in the chin. He groaned and stood back up, stumbling backwards and running into the wall. "Fuck, ow! You bitch!" I started to struggle with the ropes again.

"No. You're not getting away." He ran towards me, and I leaned to the side. I fell, and he tripped over the legs of the chair, running into his dining table. "Fuck, okay. That one hurt a lot." He knelt over, holding his stomach. "I can't fucking breathe. Holy shit."

I found the knot and started to untie it. I kept struggling to find the right curves and twists in the knot. Jared started to get up again, and I finally undid the knot and struggled to stand. I started to run just as he reached out to grab me, but I fell over as the surging pain in my leg reminded me it wouldn't be that easy. I screamed in pain, and he dragged me by my shoulders back to the chair.

"Let me go! Please!" I could barely get my words out between my sobs and gasps for air. I kept crying as he lifted the chair and sat me on it, then started to tie me up yet again. He kissed me, and almost fell over as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're a tough one." He said as he sat on my lap, resting his arms over my shoulders and leaning his forehead against mine. "But you aren't leaving. I can't let you."

I wanted to try to get him off of me, but I felt myself starting to get tired, and the strength started to leave my body.

PART FOUR, JARED'S POV

Dear Alan Bailey,

I jerked off to our school pictures like 7 times today. Might be a new record. You looked so hot in your basketball shorts. Ever since we were in middle school, I've fantasized about fucking you in the locker room, with our gym shorts and sneakers on, just going at it like fucking animals and ignoring anybody who saw us. Me pulling your soft hair, you screaming my fucking name like the pretty slut you are.

I think about it every day, Alan. That night on your birthday. Seeing you on your knees in front of me, and seeing you swallow my cum. I hope we can do that again someday.

Love, Jared.

"Fuck, you're still so hard." I laughed. "You really put up a fight, Alan."

He whined, trying to get me off of him.

"Come on, Alan. Anyone could see that this whole thing is performative. You just don't wanna admit that you like me. But you do. I can tell. You came earlier, and you're still hard, even after I cut you. I'm not the only one enjoying this."

He didn't say anything. Just sat there, leaned his head back, and moaned while I kept grinding against him.

"I want you."

It was so quiet, and he hadn't said anything for a few minutes, so I wasn't even sure he actually said it. "Did you say something?"

"I want you so bad." He slurred.

Holy shit. He really meant it.

I felt a chill, and my cock was sore from waiting so long. I stood up, starting to take off my shorts. I looked at him, and he was looking drowsy. He couldn't even keep his head up. My mood went from excited to pissed.

He didn't mean it. It was the fucking drugs.

"Fuck. Fuck!!"

"What's wrong?" He mumbled.

"God damn it!" I screamed and slammed my fist against the wall. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down.

"Jared?"

Just breathe.

"Jared, come back." He laughed, almost falling over in the chair.

Breathe.

"Okay. Okay. Y'know what, Alan?" I picked up the knife and walked back over to him, trying to stay calm. He just stared back up at me, waiting. I closed my eyes and took a step closer.

Breathe.

Another step.

Stay calm.

"What are you doing?"

Breathe.

I opened my eyes. "I'm sorry, Alan." I put the knife to his throat.

"What do you mean? What-"

"I'm sorry."

Cut.

I felt a surge of energy spread through my body. My eyes focused on Alan, and thick, red blood spilled from his neck and bubbled as these choking, gurgling sounds came from him.

"Jared..." he choked.

I sat in his lap again, and kissed his bloody lips as the life left him. I felt his last breath on my lips. I tasted his blood. I put my hands against him, covering them in his blood, and smeared it against my body.

"Fuck."

I sat with him for a few minutes before I untied him from the chair, and dragged him to the middle of the room, and got on top of him, just like we were in the hallway that morning. I laid on top of him, kissing him and caressing him.

"Now you won't leave me."

It took me those 3 days to get used to his death. It didn't affect me very much, probably because in a way he was still there. I missed him more when he was alive, because he was never with me. But now he was. He didn't have the choice to leave me anymore.

He laid there in my kitchen for 3 days. The smell didn't bother me. I actually kinda liked it.

He was with me forever.

I even tried eating him a couple times. The first time, I cooked a part of him and tried it with seasonings. The second time I ate him by himself, with nothing else. The second one was definitely better. It felt more pure. It was just him.

I cut him in every place I could, just to see what was inside. It was all so pretty. Every time I touched his blood or anything inside him, it made me feel something I never felt before. It was all so satisfying. The slick feeling of his organs, and the sounds that came from them when I touched them.

By the time I was ready to get rid of him, he was a ripped apart corpse covered in blood and organs.

I didn't know what to do with the rest of him for a while. I had cleaned the blood and evidence from his house and mine, but I didn't have an idea for what was left of his body. I ended up keeping some in the fridge for later, and then putting some of him through the garbage disposal, and the rest got flushed down the toilet. That seemed to work.

Alan Bailey. He was my first, and my favorite.

I love you, Alan Bailey.

[thegeminisage]

okay i have TEN MINUTES to type out my thots about the last two tng eps i watched. day before yesterday was a surprise watch of "the icarus factor" together and last night i did "pen pals"

the icarus factor: i have nnnnever been more angry IN my entire life. riker's dad sucks so bad he sucks SO BAD

that being said the episode was horrifically sloppy. it could have been a must see but it was all over the place and committed so many crimes

firstly, i dont understand the point of offering riker a promotion in this episode when 1. he already canonically turned down a promotion to be here and 2. it didn't tie into his daddy issues in any way whatsoever

also, why did they have his dad DATE THIS DOCTOR LADY? not only is that extremely uncomfortable for everyone involved (can you imaaaagine your parent bringing home a coworker or vice versa seeing a coworker show up at work with your parent) but it ALSO served no function - pulaski didn't tell us anything about riker's dad that he didn't know and we didn't know

it also used up basically all of my goodwill that had been generated re: pulaski. she really is just a knock-off bones and she's actually so boring because of that and even her dating riker's dad and being a chronic divorcee didn't make her interesting. sigh. once again i'm sorry women.

i also don't understand worf's b-plot being about his ten year (although wesley trying to get them both into the dead dad club was HILAAARIOUS and maybe the most i've ever liked wesley so far, i'm allowed to say this since i'm also in the club). i feel like worf's >:( should have been something to do with riker's daddy issues either a disapproval of his parenting or a lack of understanding of why it's bad parenting or SOMETHING bc that needed to be the whole episode and the b plot was just so ??? like it's a b plot i would have enjoyed in a diff ep but not this one

and finally, after ALL of that, after outlining in detail what a shitty person riker's dad is, how he felt the need to compete with his own child who he was also emotionally and physically neglecting so much so that he CHEATED and felt proud for it, how he never put anything before his career, AND

AFTER HE SAID

"IT WASN'T AS HARD FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU WERE IN DIAPERS WHEN SHE DIED"

WHICH MADE ME SO ANGRY I ALMOST BLACKED OUT

the man didn't even apologize. the word "sorry" never left his mouth he just told his shitty sob story and that was it. they yelled some japanese at each other while doign this martial arts thing and will was like glad you came pops and they hugged and that was the end. and also he didn't take the promotion because we knew he wouldn't. girl come ON.

pen pals: the first half of this episode sucked real bad. picard and the horses was awful and i don't think he should be allowed to say the word "allah" on television

wesley getting his own command...eh. it was fine and he hasn't been nearly as annoying in s1 as he was in s2 but i don't care so i was tapping my watch and waiting to get to the ACTUAL episode. it was so tedious to watch everyone argue about his mental wellbeing and future or whatever. who cares. he shouldn't even be here there should not be children aboard starships

i liked the part with data's pen pal BUT i also think he knows better than to violate the prime directive like that. if he slipped and did it once and then confessed that'd be one thing but 8 weeks?? he wouldn't fucking say that

i was also ??? when he beamed her up and didn't leave her in the transport room...idk, i like that he has feelings, and she WAS cute if a little uncanny (the voice filter sounds like the one tumblr used in that one interview lol), but it seems like if you wanted an episode About Data he could have fugured out that third answer of how to both save her and obey the prime directive, instead of getting yelled at and/or ignored by picard and then picard doing it. (man when picard asked for tea first from the replicator while data was trying to get his attention...)

at least pulaski was nice to him i guess :/

tonight, "q who," which will sadly probably have q in it, but at least i get to meet the BORG. at long last...................................

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not wanting my fiancé to hang out with my sister and I?

Okay so my fiancé (22f) offered to drive to Mexico with her aunt and stay a couple days. It was only three days notice and she hadn't discussed it with me(24f) at all. I do think she should go, she's been wanting a vacation lately and been really upset because I can't afford to go anywhere. It's a good opportunity to get vacation and family time. I was really happy for her. I just feel like it's basic politeness to at least let me know before she gave a definitive yes since we live together so I was slightly annoyed.

Fast forward two days and it seemed like that plan wasn't going to work out because her aunt wanted to postpone, so instead she decided to go out of town with her brother (18) since she had gotten her hopes up about a vacation, which again sounded like a good idea. In the meantime I'd set up a sleepover with my sister that same weekend.

Without even mentioning the situation to me, my fiancé posted on snapchat asking if a third person wanted to go with them to keep the costs down, which would be fine if she hadn't posted it to her story. Its okay if someone else goes but maybe asking in a groupchat or a few people individually but not absolutely everyone.

So of course her ex (who she has readily admitted shes left multiple people for) asked to go. It isn't her fault that her ex is the only one who offered but also that's part of the reason why I would have asked her to ask more directly than every single person she has on snapchat.

She asked me if I was comfortable with that which was nice, and I said not really because of the nature of their relationship. The only times we've hung out, my fiancé ended up being super cold and hostile to me and laughing her ass off at inside jokes with her. I get that they have a history and I don't expect her to pretend they dont, but it just makes me uncomfortable when we're all together because I feel like a third wheel to the person I'm engaged to and her ex girlfriend.

She got upset and said I was being unfair and ruining her weekend. I told her it was fine if she could find literally anyone else and that frankly it was inappropriate for her ex to even ask. She got argumentative about how she's been hanging out with her ex for years because they have mutual friends (which is fair except the mutual friends are not invited) and that her ex didnt even know I wouldnt be there. The argument lasted another two days. She kept saying that I am being too controlling, which I dont think is fair because if she didnt care about my feelings then why ask about them. I just gave up and said it was fine. I'd be having fun with my sister anyway so I wouldn't spend the whole time worrying, and I trust her not to cheat on me I just think it's a weird situation and it makes me uncomfortable, which is what she asked.

As soon as I said yes she told me it was too late to book an airbnb so she wasn't going to go, and that really upset me because she'd been so angry about me being uncomfortable that she wouldn't leave me alone for days and what was even the point of all that if she wasn't going to go anyway and she already decided that.

During the past 4 days until canceling suddenly like that, she was 100% supposed to be going out of town to somewhere, and I had gotten really excited about my sleepover with my sister. We were going to do things that my fiancé does not enjoy (arts and crafts, watching period movies) since it would be just us and also have some much needed sister time.

All of a sudden, the next day, my fiancé asked if she could come over too since she wasn't going anywhere. I said "I guess, but we were going to do stuff that you wouldn't like." And she got mad and told me I was being super rude and I could have been nice about it, which I thought I had been and I told her I feel like if she came either she wouldn't have fun or we wouldn't get to do the stuff that we were planning to. She was still angry all night and kept saying she obviously didn't want to come now since she wasn't welcome. I barely slept because she was so clearly upset with me and I didn't see any way to fix things without ruining my night with my sister.

The day before the sleepover she kept hinting that she wanted me to invite her and I really didn't want to. Maybe before all this stuff but I am really annoyed with all of this and I don't want he to butt in on my sisters night.

I think she's been inconsiderate and mean to me over this whole thing. I just don't get her thought process with any of it. But she seems really sad and that does make me think maybe I'm being the asshole here.

So AITA for not wanting my fiancé to hang out with my sister and I?

What are these acronyms?