#their best friend came into the room and said this drink is gross try it

[epilogueart]

the worst part is that they really aren’t together they’re just Like That

[voxisdaddy]

Love Me, Please

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairings: Alastor/Lucifer/Adam/Husk/Angel/Vox/Valentino/Tom Trench/Saint Peter

Type: Scenarios/Comfort

C/TW: Swearing, blood, reader written with fem parts in mind (bc this bout periods, duh)

In which you miss your boyfriend/cling to your boyfriend and are being emotional about it. Basically—period emotions.

This is more for me bc it’s that time of the month and I desperately want some comfort lol | also Angel’s I left up to either be platonic or romantic

Alastor

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He was at yet another unremarkable overlord meeting when he felt something pulling on him. Back at the hotel, you laid on your bed wrapped in a cocoon of sorts, eyes tiredly watching your shadow pulling on one of Alastor’s shadows-which he left to keep an eye on you. Alastor’s grin turned to one of amusement—oh how needy you are when it’s that time of the month for you. The meeting finally came to a close and instead of making his way back to the hotel with a lovely stroll, he disappears in his shadows. Not before bidding a friendly farewell with his dear friend, Rosie. He materializes in the center of your room with a shit eating grin as he twirls his microphone around.

“I was hardly apart from you for more than an hour, my dear.”

Lucifer

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Lucifer had errands he couldn’t postpone today and so he made you promise to text him when you miss him and he’ll make his way right back in a jiffy! The bedroom door only closed behind him when he got a text from you. An ‘I miss you’ along with a sad face emoticon. He burst the door open, tears welling up in his eyes, as he crawled back into bed with you to hold you close. You honestly thought he was more emotional than you at the moment.

“My poor ducky! I’m sowwy!”

Adam

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Adam has been around for ages so I like to think he knows a bit about menstruation. On top of that, he has an army of baddies he likes spending time with-usually training but that's still time spent with them regardless. However he's definitely still rough around the edges since usually with his girls, he uses that to egg them on into being tougher fighters either physically or emotionally. If you're a person who's quick to be a grump or a crying mess then uhhh...just know he doesn't mean to be a dick all the time. He tries though, despite how annoying and tiresome it is. Especially since you make him feel oh so special with how you seem to demand his attention and his attention only. Right now you lay on his chest, looking on at the items set on the coffee table with a glint of amusement.

"Babe-you said pads with wings! I got that! I even made sure the chicken wings came with the good sauce."

Husk

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Husk is very vigilant so he's quickly able to come to the conclusion that you're on your period before even you realize it. It was just after he finished closing up the bar and returned to your room for a late nights rest when he smelt it. He might technically be an old man, but he's a respectful one and has been around for quite some time. He knows that small. Despite knowing you might be embarrassed to find out that he can smell it, he figured you'd be more grateful that he woke you up so you can deal with it before you wake up feeling all gross and annoyed in the morning. Plus it was worth it to almost immediately get a hug from you after being apart for a few extra hours than he liked.

"Come on. Don't wanna ruin your new pajama's now, do you baby doll?

Angel Dust

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This man was out on a much needed night out with his long time bestie, Cherri Bomb. You of course coming as his plus one that his bestie always welcomed like the supportive girly she is. He couldn't quite enjoy himself as much this time around though as he sat at in a corner booth with you hunched over your drink. You're hand gripping one of his hands as if you're afraid he's gonna leave. Despite how awkward he felt trying to comfort you, he did his best and allowed himself to be as sympathetic as much as he could.

"Toot's-if you wanna leave it's okay! You know I'll stick with ya! No need to make ya headache worse than it already is!"

Vox

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Vox still holds certain belief's and mindsets he had from his time in the 1950's. Part of that meaning him being 'grossed out' by your period and beliefs in woman faking or over exaggerating their monthly disturbances. He learned to keep his opinions to himself though, due to previous encounters with Velvette, and found it easier to just well, cater to your needs. They were easy enough for the most part. Food and beverage cravings? He's got ya covered. Cramps and aches? You're in luck because this man is basically one large heating pad. Which quickly became a downside for him because then you wanted him all the time. Didn't matter if he was working or not. He tried to put his foot down once but it only made you emotional so uhhh-

"Honey, I'll only be gone for one hour. As soon as the meeting ends, I'll lay my head on your stomach, okay?"

Valentino

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Valentino can only smirk to himself when he finds out it's now your time of the month. Which isn't hard to figure out since he woke up to you latched onto him like a koala this morning. A puff of red smoke invades your senses as a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders, a third hand coming to play with the top of your head. Valentino, spending years working with woman and people who endure this bloody cycle, knows a few...remedy's. He has his favourite solutions, obviously. Only if you're down. The last time he tried being more...persuasive with his advances to you during these times, it didn't go well-to put it lightly.

"Mi cariño~A good fucking helps with this time of the month, you kno-" ... "Or we could share some snacks. Kitty!"

Tom Trench

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ For this man I pray you are not a bitch on your period. Poor guy already has to deal with his co-star Katie Killjoy everyday. Whatever you deal with on your period though, just know your man is there and keeps your needy ass close. Such as right now, as you sit in an oversized fuzzy hoodie on Tom's couch, watching him and Katie host the latest news live. You glance down at your phone with Tom's messages open. You want to text him but you knew it wouldn't reach him anyways-they had to keep their devices on silent while they hosted. As soon as they were finished with their shift of the day however, Tom rushed to his dressing room to find you staring at the door with open arms.

"The interns told me you were waiting for me."

Saint Peter

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This man would never admit it out loud, and if he did he would word it very carefully, but he loves it when its your time of the month. I mean he feels bad for you obviously; dealing with an inconvenience once a month even in your afterlife does not sound like any sort of blessing, but he's clingy and affectionate himself. And you clinging to him just as much? Oh it's like he's died and went to Heaven-again! Currently he lays on the couch with you in his arms, you both engulfing each other in a snuggly cuddle. He periodically checks the time-as much as he loves this he's still got a job to do. He voices this but quickly finds himself soothing you.

"I'm only going to work, sweetheart! P-please don't cry!"

This was supposed to be reader missing them but some of them became not exactly that and I’m sorry lol

I’ve had this in my drafts for a month, felt about right to finally post it. I’m also ashamed to admit, it took me way too long trynna figure out what to write for Tom’s dialogue. I love him but if I don’t know him as well as I thought 😭

[nicksbestie]

Inside Your Head - N. Sturniolo

Summary : You had no way to block out the thoughts of others, and one specific person just wouldn't leave your mind.

Warnings : descriptions of migraines, 16+ content (no smut, makeout/suggestive content)

Word Count : 2,300

Pairing : Nick Sturniolo/Male Reader (romantic)

A/N : got this idea from a Pinterest prompt!

You had a splitting migraine.

This wasn’t completely uncommon for you, and you had tried to seek out many ways to keep it from happening again. You’d tried painkillers, endless doctor appointments, sleeping more, drinking tons of water, but nothing had worked. Deep down, you knew nothing would fix it, but you were still holding out a little bit of hope that something would blanket the real reason you could never stop the headaches. You could hear the doctor’s disappointment as you explained everything that you had already tried, and you could hear the hope fade out of them. Except when you said you could hear it, it wasn’t a figure of speech like most people used. You could hear their thoughts, just like everybody else. What a bomb drop, right? 

Telepathy really wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Not by a long shot. Sure, it would be cool sometimes if you could choose when to hear what people were thinking, but in your case, that wasn’t possible. Or if it was, you had no idea how to do that, so you got to hear everything, which sometimes hurt your feelings much more than told you juicy secrets. Or other times, the secrets were just plain depressing. You also got to hear all of the gross thoughts, ranging from illegal things to just disgusting ones. You weren’t unattractive, so you got to hear all of the thoughts about yourself as well, but the only thing that sucked was that they all came from girls, and you swung for the other team, so it didn’t really help you out much. 

You had no idea why this had happened to you. You knew what had caused it, but not why it had affected you in this way, and most of the time, it was fucking annoying. You’d been in a traumatic accident as a child, and had suffered a lot of blunt force to your head. You didn’t remember most of it happening. Your only memory was waking up in the hospital to bright lights piercing through your mind, and hundreds of worried voices racing around. Alarm bells didn’t ring for a while, because you were so groggy that you couldn’t tell what was going on. It wasn’t until later that you heard the doctor saying that you didn’t have a high chance of full recovery, wondering why your parents had said anything, when you realized that your doctor’s mouth hadn’t moved. He hadn’t spoken anything out loud. 

You didn’t know what to do, so you didn’t say anything, fear still racing through you and pain beginning to follow it as all of the medication in your veins was starting to slowly wear off. You didn’t even want to think about what had happened to you, let alone other people’s thoughts, so you’d never breathed a word about it, even now, ten years later. After all, if you walked up to someone and told them you could hear all of theirs, and everyone else’s, thoughts, who would believe you? You would probably get reported and sent somewhere for acting crazy, so was it really worth the risk? Besides, people wouldn’t want to be near you if they knew that they could never keep a single thing secret from you, even if you really, really, didn’t want to know about it. 

So here you were, sitting in your best friend’s bedroom, attempting to hang out and talk with him, but all you could focus on was the stabbing pain in your head from the bedroom on the other side of the wall, the loudest internal screaming and cursing you had ever heard. Matt noticed you rubbing the sides of your head, of course he did, but he also knew you struggled with bad headaches a lot, so he simply cut off all of the large lights in his room, trying to help you stay comfortable. He offered for you to go home if you needed to, but you had just gotten there, and you hadn’t seen each other in weeks, so there was no way you were leaving so soon. They had just gotten back to Boston from three weeks in LA, and you’d missed your friends like crazy.

You just really hoped Nick would stop fucking screaming. You didn’t need to check who was in the room, because everyone’s thoughts were in their own voices, and even if they weren’t, you’d still be able to tell that Nick was the only one coming up with such colorful words. Matt only knew that you had really bad migraines, he didn’t know what caused them, so he had no idea how to help you from here, simply letting you have your space, comfortable silence between the two of you. You could hear his thoughts as well, most of them pitying you for being in pain, and a couple about the video game he was playing. You excused yourself, stealing some of the painkillers in the bathroom cabinet, telling Matt you were going to go say hi to Nick. It wasn’t something that raised any alarms with him because you hadn’t really spoken to Nick since you had gotten there, as he was editing in his room.

You fought the urge to wince as the closer you got to Nick’s door, the louder his voice got, but as you knocked, it suddenly stopped, giving you some moments of relief. You sighed deeply, hearing the thought of “who the fuck is that?” before the door opened just a few seconds later. The smile that spread across Nick’s face was worth every moment of pain as he immediately pulled you into a hug, a happy greeting leaving from his lips. You hugged him back, smiling just as wide, hoping that if you were in here he would stop the yelling, and you really just wanted to be around him. His presence was calming, when he wasn’t losing his mind over an argument or editing a new video. 

You liked Nick. A lot, and you couldn’t deny that fact. You’d already tried so many times to pretend like it wasn’t real, that you were kidding yourself, but it hadn’t worked. He didn’t know, obviously, because how could you tell him? He didn’t even know you were gay. Figuring out your sexuality had been a recent development in your life, and thank god nobody could read your thoughts, because it was not pretty. You hadn’t told anyone, and that included all three of the triplets. So part of the reason that you were eager to hang around Nick was just due to the fact that you had a massive crush on him. Sitting down on his bed after finally making it through the doorway, you couldn’t help the fact that the smile didn’t leave your face. 

“You seem frustrated, what’s wrong?” 

Nick shook his head, smiling and gesturing towards the screens he had been editing on.

“This new video is being a pain in the ass to edit, and I’m about at my limit, even though it’s supposed to go up tomorrow.”

You shrugged, laying down and setting your phone down next to you.

“So do it tomorrow, then.” 

He looked at you with an incredulous smile, laying down next to you.

“You’re a terrible influence, my career will go downhill if I listen to you.” 

You laughed, stealing his phone and unlocking it before posting stupid pictures on his Close Friends story that he would probably have to delete later. He laughed with you, taking it back from your hands and posting a ridiculous photo on his public story of the two of you, knowing you were a known figure in his fanbase, so it wouldn’t cause too much uproar.

“I’m a wonderful influence, thank you. You’re clearly stressed, so just take a break, you’re allowed to relax for a bit. I think you should just stop for the day and hang out with me, I fucking missed you.”

“I missed you too, how have things been here?” 

A conversation panned for the next thirty minutes, both of you talking about the different things you had done while in different states, and thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. It wasn’t until you were halfway through a sentence when a thought popped through, and despite it being in Nick’s voice, you had to take a second to figure out if it was your imagination. 

“I really want to kiss him right now.” 

You had gotten another quarter of the way through your sentence before what you had just heard hit you, and you paused. Nick noticed, because he had been watching your face and listening intently, but if you had been able to see yourself through his eyes, you would’ve only seen your lips. He had really only been focusing on those, admiring the way you could spin and tell a story, while he had his supposedly secret thoughts about being able to do more with your lips than just listen to them speak. When you paused, he did too, looking concerned. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, sorry, just had a brain blank.”

You couldn’t tell him. There was no way that you could just spit that out, but as you continued to tell your story, he unintentionally caused you to stop again. 

“He reacted as soon as I thought about kissing him. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he could read my mind or something fucking insane like that.”

You covered your shock with a cough, but your cheeks definitely flushed. 

He wanted you the same way you wanted him. 

But you weren’t going to do anything about it, not right this second, at least. You were going to let it sit for a while, because maybe it was just a fluke, an intrusive thought that he hadn’t pushed to the side just yet. But when yet another one of Nick’s thoughts spun around in your head, you didn’t want to wait any longer.

“He’s blushing, what the fuck, why does he look so pretty when he’s blushing?” 

You love to talk, but you swear you had never wrapped up a sentence quicker, just quietly staring at him. He laughed awkwardly, just looking back at you.

“What?” 

“Nothing, I just…” 

You trailed off, staring at Nick’s face, a smile still covering yours, but not an awkward one, one of relief, the stress of concealing a crush no longer on your mind. 

“You just what?” 

Nick still seemed slightly confused, but he had a gentle smile on his face as well, albeit his eyes looking a little concerned. There were a lot of thoughts running around your head, but the main one was: when were you going to get another chance like this? It was that exact question playing on repeat in your mind that caused you to close the small gap between the two of you, gently but firmly pressing your lips against his, one hand holding his. You could hear his mind go completely silent, and you were scared for a moment, wondering if you’d done something wrong, but just as you were about to pull back, Nick’s free hand flew up to cup the side of your face, kissing back, much rougher than your original kiss. This one was full of desperation, longing, the movement of his lips against yours saying everything that his words hadn’t been able to for however long. Pulling back, both of your lips red and gasping in breaths of air, he looked shocked but happiness lit up his eyes.

“You’re an even better kisser than I thought.” 

You softly laughed, staring at him before putting your hand on his face, mirroring yours, and pulling him back in. You’d been daydreaming about this for ages, there was no way you were going to just let it end with only one kiss. You both tried to take control of the kiss, but Nick eventually won, deepening it as he felt you go lax against him. Your mind went completely blank, shutting everything out, lost in the feeling of the man you’d wanted for what felt like forever up against your body. You didn’t process anything happening until you realized Nick was over top of you, only breaking your kiss to breathe before reconnecting the two of you. He finally broke it, a whine leaving your lips as you felt the loss of his. He moved down to leave open kisses on your neck, smiling against you, deep breaths leaving the both of you. 

It was a perfect moment, until it wasn’t. The door opened, and you heard a horrified yell coming from the general area of the doorway. It wasn’t until the person spoke that you realized who it was.

“Are you serious?! You told me you were going to come say hi to him, not this!” 

You couldn’t do anything but laugh against Nick’s skin, the happiness still coursing through you overwhelming the embarrassment that would come later. Nick turned his head, a glare shooting across the room at his brother.

“Matt, get the fuck out.” 

Matt had a hand over his eyes, being as dramatic as he possibly could.

“Ugh. That’s my brother. Gross!” 

He slammed the door behind him as he left, not wanting to see a second more. Nick looked back at you, an exasperated smile on his face, pressing a short kiss to your lips before speaking himself.

“Did he know? About you feeling like this?” 

“No. I was going to tell him, but he figured it out for himself.”

Nick nodded, before returning to what he had been doing before Matt had walked in, only pausing to say one more thing. 

“You’re staying here tonight, right?” 

You smiled up at him. 

“Absolutely. You read my mind.”

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Safe now

Love of my Life Au

Warnings : fighting, swearing, underage drinking, and attempted SA

He was 6,1 and on the hockey team guys knew to keep clear of him and his girl. Obviously he is the biggest sweetheart but if you didn’t know this well then good luck because he can be intimidating when he wants to.

He always has a need to hold her, go to the bathroom with her, get her drinks so they don’t get spiked. He is protective but he knows he needs to be because you don’t know what types you get at big parties like this.

He also knows that all the hockey boys will look out for each others girls. Madi especially I mean she is practically hockey royalty and they are all like her older brothers. There is also the factor that her brothers would kill you if anything happened to her. Now if you think Rutger looks intimidating try her three NHL player brothers Quinn, Jack, and Luke.

Mads was not drinking at all just Coke Zero for her. She is a very serious athlete and her mum Ellen always said athletes don’t drink in the season. This came as more of a suggestion to her brothers ( jack ) but she took it to heart. Always wanting to perform her best and not take any chances of being sick, dehydrated, or tired.

Hence why Rut thought it was fine for her to go to the bathroom by herself. She hadn’t been drinking and the bathroom was in view from we’re they were standing, talking to Mark and Ethan. “Just meet me right back here as soon as you are done” he noted as he was very cautious of his girl. “It’s one of the biggest parties of the year who knows who is here mads, ok” he says making his point clear.

If it was any other party he would have been fine and more at ease. But Michigan had just won the rose bowl so it was hectic and everyone was there drunk off their asses. He had heard of many cases at parties like this of girls getting spiked or assaulted by guys. “Ok baby I’ll be quick, then maybe we could head home yeah” she said in a suggestive tone. Mads wondered off into the crowd seeing the huge line for the bathroom. There had to be at least twelve people ahead of her.

As she waited in the line she saw Dylan duke her long time best friend. “Dyl, we’re have you been all night” she asked knowing just why he had been preoccupied. “Oh shut up she is pretty ok and she thinks I’m hot” “Sure, Dylan” she joked.

As they chit chatted she gave rut a little wave before he looked away smiling re entering the conversation he was having.

“Oh my god what are these people doing in the bathroom” She exclaimed obviously busting to pee. “Mads don’t wait in this queue just go upstairs, it’s what I’ve been using”. Dylan says directing her

Unsure Madi made her way upstairs passing a few couples that couldn’t seem to wait til they got home to get with each other. As she made her way to the top she looked in a few rooms for a free bathroom. Accidentally walking in on a few couples getting at it she got a few ‘what the hell’s’ and ‘do you minds’. She finally found a free one and quickly used it.

Quickly using it and then touching up her makeup for the night ahead with rut she opened the door ready to go downstairs. As she started walking out she saw a guy she had never seen before looking directly at her. “Hey Mads right?” He asked “It’s Madison.” She said sternly trying to get out of there as soon as possible. She so did not feel like having a conversation with a gross stranger who obviously just wanted to get in her pants. Mads tried to exit but he grabbed her arm and whispered in her ear “ I don’t really care what your name is or how you say it you have a decent rack so you better shut the fuck up” Madi then trying to scream and kick her way out causing some kind of attention.

The guy put her hand over her mouth and dragged her back into the bathroom locking the door. She tried to fight back but he wasn’t budging instead hitting her in the face making her drowsy. She kept trying to push him away but he was a big dude and was to strong.

As she felt the blood start drip down from the top of her face she couldn’t help but cry.

Rutgers Pov,

“Hey has anyone seen Mads”

He had been asking everyone at the party for the last ten minutes.

“Rut hey dude mads just went to the toilet upstairs”

“Alone are you fucking with me” he said fuming at Dylan for even thinking that was ok. Rutger knows what guys are like and he was ready to beat the shit out of anyone.

Rutger rushed upstairs and searched everywhere to find one bathroom door locked. He banged on it then to hear Madi’s soft pleas to stop and get off her.

“Open up you asshole” Rutger screamed he swore the whole party had heard him but he didn’t care, he just wanted to hold mads. Luckily the guy had only just locked the door so nothing major had happened.

Finally the guy opened up the door expecting some guy who drank to much beer and needed the restroom. Before he knew it there was a guy jumping on him punching him repeatedly until he had blood all over his face. “Fucking touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you” he yelled like someone had died. Luca and Dylan seeing this run to pull Rut off the guy, then something catches ruts eyes. Madi standing frail and scared a few feet away. He goes to hold her and then sees blood. She has a cut on her upper eyebrow.

“You son of a bitch you laid hands on my girl” Rutger yells knowing he can’t do anything because he has to hold mads. “Oh fuck off as if you’d be dating her if she wasn’t a Hughes and didn’t have a rack”. Then the guy spoke up again “she’s a slut you know what have ur hooker looking girlfriend”. At this point Rutger was beyond pissed he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Fucking say it again I dare you” “As if you’d be dating her if she wasn’t a Hughes and didn’t have a rack she’s a good hit admit it” Rutger then decided to leave it until he heard a “Yea go have my sloppy seconds I got to her first tonight” and with that the guy was almost passed out on the floor from another hit. Luca lunges to towards him telling him to leave before they call the cops.

“Oh my girl you poor thing come here” rut says to mads. “I’m sorry for not being there I’m horrible” he whispers. “No Rut you were there don’t blame yourself for others actions, please baby”. Madi said

Rutger and Mads slowly walk down stairs trying to exit the house and get back to someone’s dorm. He did not let go of her at all after that. Finally finding the front yard Rutger picks her up and puts her in his car. “Oh sweet girl I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again”.

When they get to Madi’s dorm Rutger grabs the first aid kit Madi uses to clean him up after he gets into fights at games. He carefully dabs a cotton bud and some disinfectant oil for her cut. He then fixes himself up knowing his girl is to tired to do it for him like usual.

Rutger helps madi out of her little dress and into one of her (his) shirts and his boxers. He can’t help at smile at his beautiful girl almost drowning in his clothes.

After they both get into comfy clothes they find themselves cuddled up in bundles of blankets and pillows holding each other. Rutger is just happy she is safe now, and when I tell you he will never let her go again i mean never. He is walking her to and from every class, holding her tightly at parties, and taking her to her training. Anyway let’s just say Rut is content but also not looking forward to her brothers finding out especially jack.

[blckbarbiedoll]

I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker (Patrick Zweig x f!black!reader)

Based on this post by @luvmoonie

(Let's pretend that Patrick and Art didn't know Tashi yet and that Patrick actually went to college😭This takes place in the college era. I'm so sorry if this is ooc or badly written btw I literally went through 4 drafts for this.)

I know I have good judgement I know I have good taste It's funny and it's ironic That only I feel that way Let's face it, you didn't exactly have the best track record for good boyfriends. Although you'd never admit to it. It just seemed like each guy you saw was worse than the last. You had decided to stop focusing on guys and start focusing on school and gymnastics. Until you met him. Patrick Zweig.

Against your better judgment, you and your roommate, Tashi, had decided to take a well deserved study break and go to a party being held at frat house. Everything was going fine until she left you to make out with some random guy. You walked over to the drink table and poured an unknown alcohol into a red cup. You quickly turned around and collided with someone.

"Shit!" You cursed, spilling the drink on your dress. "Watch where you're going!"

"You bumped into me, sweetheart." The tall brunette man replied. He took a puff of his cigarette before blowing the smoke to the side.

"Asshole." You scoffed before going into a bathroom to clean yourself up.

"Let me help." He followed you into the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel before wetting it.

"I can do it." You took the towel and patted it on your dress.

"Sorry about your dress." He took another puff and blew the smoke forward.

"Can you not?" You waved the smoke away.

"Sorry." He put it out on the sink and tossed it into the toilet.

You rolled your eyes and groaned with disgust. "You're fucking gross."

"I'm Patrick."

"Good for you."

He chuckled and smirked down at you. "Ya know, this is the part where you tell me your name."

"And why would I do that?"

"I told you mine."

"Which I didn't ask for."

"Oh, you're that kinda girl?"

"What?"

"The girl who acts like she's too good for everyone."

"Not everyone. Just you."

"Is that so?"

"Yep."

"Tell me your name."

"Why?"

"Because, when I meet a beautiful girl, I wanna put a name to the pretty face."

He was annoying as shit, but he was good with his words. And so fucking hot.

"How many girls have you said that to tonight?"

"Just one."

"Should I be flattered?"

"Oh, I'm sure you're flattered all the time."

He leaned one arm against the doorframe, trapping you in between him and the door. His towering figure was scaring you and turning you on at the same time. He took the towel from your hand and set it on the sink.

"y/n." You softy spoke.

You looked down, trying to hide your grin. He placed his hand under your chin and lifted your head to meet his gaze. You melted at his touch.

"See? Was that so hard?"

"If you kiss me, I swear to god I'll kick you in the balls."

"Sure you will." He smirked, slowly leaning in to press his lips to yours.

❤︎

A few weeks later, Tashi came into you room and sat on your bed. Her grin was a mile wide as she waited for you to say something.

"Can I help you?"

"You know that guy I've been seeing?"

"The blonde?"

"Mhm."

"What about him?"

"We're going out Friday night, and he suggested a double date."

"Oh, god."

"He asked if I had a friend for his friend."

"No."

"Please?" Tashi begged you.

"No! I don't even know the guy!"

"It's just mini golf. You'll barely have to talk to him."

You sighed and thought about it for a second. How bad could it be? "Fine. But you're buying me lunch for a week."

"Deal."

Whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight

You pulled up to the mini golf place and waited outside for your dates.

"You excited?" She asked you.

"Oh, yeah. I can't wait."

She rolled her eyes and smiled when she saw the guys.

"That's them!" She led you over to the two men. The blonde who you saw her with at the party, and a familiar brunette. "Art, this is y/n."

"Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you too."

"This is my friend, Patrick."

"We've met." You both said in unison.

"See?" She smiled. "And you were worried about not knowing the guy."

"So, should we head over there?" Art asked.

"Yeah." Patrick smirked. "Let's head over there."

You all got the clubs and balls before heading to the course. Art and Tashi were caught up with each other, leaving you and Patrick alone. Hit pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it before taking a puff.

"You can't smoke in here."

"In where? We're outside."

"We're on a golf course."

"It's mini golf."

"You're gonna get in trouble."

"Who's gonna say something? The plastic hippopotamus over there?"

"Whatever."

You rolled your eyes and got ready to hit the ball.

"You're doing it wrong." He smirked.

"No I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"Shut up." You swung the club and hit the ball into the small pond across the course. "Shit."

"Nice job. You should go pro." He chucked.

"Fuck you."

"What'd I do to you?"

"What?"

"I thought we were getting along really well at the party. But two weeks later, you act like I killed your fucking puppy."

You rolled your eyes at his analogy. "I was drunk that night. We weren't getting along, I was just horny."

"Yeah right. You telling me you haven't thought about me at all?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you."

"I don't believe that."

"You're such an arrogant little shit."

"Wow. I can't believe I let you kiss me with that mouth." You raised the golf club and whacked it against his shin. "Ah! Motherfucker!" He groaned.

After completing the course and getting dinner, Art and Tashi went in her car back to campus, while you were stuck with Patrick.

"We'll meet you there!" She smiled as she drove away.

You sighed and got into the passenger seat. Patrick hit the gas and drove down the road.

"Why didn't you call me?" He asked.

"I didn't have your number, dumbass."

"If you did, would you have called."

"Probably not."

He sighed and pulled into an empty lot before putting the car in park. He took his seatbelt off and turned to you. "Can we start over?"

"What're you doing?"

"We're probably gonna be spening a lot of time together, and I don't wanna feel like you hate me."

"I don't hate you, I just don't like you."

"Why not?"

"You're annoying, presumtuous, skeezy, and you think everyone wants to fuck you, which they don't."

"You did."

"I was drunk."

"You're not drunk now."

"Well, I don't wanna fuck you now."

"Yes, you do." He leaned over the center console and kissed you softly. You had every oppritunity to push him away. But you didn't. Instead, you encouraged it.

All I'm asking, baby Please, please, please don't prove 'em right Please, please, please don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

It had been a month since that night in the parking lot. Tashi and Art were happy together, and you and Patrick were...keeping each other company. The two of you had been getting pretty close, literally and figuratively. After actually getting to know him, you started to really like him.

"Are you and Patrick dating?" Tashi asked as you walked in from the gym.

"Uh..." You thought for a second. It was never something that you had actually discussed. "I don't know."

"You don't know."

"No."

"No, you don't know? Or, no, you're not dating?"

"We're not dating." I think.

"Good."

"Good?"

"Yeah." She slipped her shoes on. "It was fine for a few double dates, but not for anything more. He just isn't your vibe."

"So, you think we'd be a bad couple?"

"Not necessarily. I just think you'd regret it. He'll probably just end up embarrassing you."

"Embarrass me how?"

"Let's just say, if I was gonna go pro and try to go to the olympics, Patrick Zweig is not the guy I'd want my name being attached to."

She gave you a smile before heading out the door. You sat on your bed and processed what she had just told you. Would Patrick really embarrass you?

Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker, oh Please, please, please Over the past few weeks, you had been thinking about what you really wanted. Patrick was rough around the edges, sure. But he was sweet, funny, and a really good lay. Plus, you really, really liked him. Then you thought about what Tashi said. Was Patrick Zweig really the guy you wanted to be seen with while trying to be taken seriously?

"Did you hear what I said?" He asked, putting the car in park.

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I zoned out."

"I said we should do dinner after this."

"Yeah, sure. Where?"

"That new Italian place down the street?"

"That's pretty fancy for Patrick Zweig." You chuckled. "What's the special occasion?"

"y/n, I wanna take things seriously with you."

"Wow. I never expected that from you."

"Why not?"

"You just don't seem like the kind of guy to want something serious."

"I wasn't. But I am now."

"So, are we dating now?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"You. What do you want?"

That was the question you had been asking yourself. What did you want?

"I..." You hesitated. "I want you, Patrick."

He smirked and grabbed your hand before softly kissing it.

"I want you too."

"But you have to promise me something."

"Yeah. Anything."

"Please, please, please, don't embarrass me."

"Embarrass you?"

"I know what kinda guy you are. Or at least the kinda guy you used to be. I'm getting a lot of attention and the last thing I need is some news story saying that my boyfriend is a sleazy douchebag."

"Sleazy and a douchebag? Wow." He chucked.

"I'm serious. I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker."

"Hey, I'm not like that anymore. I really think you could make an honest man outta me."

"Woah. Let's slow down." You giggled. "I like you just as my boyfriend for right now."

"I like that too."

Well, I have a fun idea, babe Maybe just stay inside I know you're craving some fresh air But the ceiling fan is so nice (It's so nice, right) And we could live so happily If no one knows that you're with me I'm just kidding, but really (Kinda), really, really You were packing up your gym bag when your coach came up behind you.

"y/n! Great job today!"

"Thanks!"

"Listen, you've been getting a lot more publicity since your meet last week."

"That's a good thing, right?"

"It's a great thing. But, you need to be careful. With the U.S. Classic coming up, you're being watched more than ever now. I would hate for you to get some bad press and ruin your career so soon."

"Yeah. I totally agree."

"Just steer clear of doing anything or hanging out with anyone negative. Publicly, at least."

She gave you a smile before walking out of the gym. You sat on the bench and held your head in your hands. How was this gonna work?

❤︎

You laid with your head on Patrick's chest as he stroked your hair. His other hand was on your bare hip while his thumb rubbed slow circles on your skin.

"What time is Tashi coming back?"

"Five. We've got a few hours."

"You wanna grab lunch?"

"Yeah." You slowly sat up. "I'll run down to the cafeteria."

"Or, we could go out to lunch."

"Maybe another time. My coach said I should steer clear of negative publicity right now."

"I thought I was doing a pretty good job of not embarrassing you." He said, clearly irritated.

"I just don't wanna give anyone a reason to say something."

"Yeah." He nodded. You could tell he was slightly hurt despite his soft smile. "Whatever you want."

You gave him a sympathetic kiss on the cheek before sitting up to grab your clothes.

"I'll bring up some food."

Please, please, please don't prove 'em right Please, please, please don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

Since Tashi started dating him, you and Art actually became pretty good friends. The two of you were eating dinner in the cafeteria while your partners were each finishing up some work.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asked, picking up some broccoli with his fork.

"Yeah. Shoot."

"What do you see in Patrick?"

"Uh, well.." You leaned back in your chair and thought for a moment. "He's handsome, funny, really sweet-"

"Patrick Zweig is not sweet. He's an asshole."

"Yeah, but he's a sweet asshole." You chuckled. "Why're you asking anyway?"

"Just wondering."

"Art."

"What?"

"Why're you asking about Patrick?"

"Nothing. I was just curious why you'd choose someone like him."

"Someone like him?"

"y/n, you're kind, smart, motivated, I could go on and on. Patrick is crude, uncommitted, and unserious. I love the guy, but he's a hot mess."

"He's my mess, Art."

"You need someone more put together. Someone more like you."

"Right. More like me."

"I'm serious. He'd only embarrass you."

You huffed and leaned back in your chair. He was right. You hated to admit it, but he was right. Patrick was a mess. But did you like him enough to stay with him?

Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another (Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another) I beg you don't embarrass me, motherfucker, oh Please, please, please The past three and a half months had felt like a fever dream. Between getting together with Patrick, the end of the semester, and the U.S. Classic, you felt like you were on top of the world. Patrick had flown out to Michigan with you to support you. Once the meet was over, and you had won gold, he insisted on taking you out to dinner.

"You really didn't have to." You told him as the two of you stood outside the restaurant. "I would've been fine sitting in the hotel room eating room service."

"I know you would've. But you deserve a five star meal."

"And who's paying?"

"My dad."

"What?"

"I told him I needed money for next year's books."

You laughed and kissed him softly. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it.

"Can you not?"

"I'll blow it away from you."

"Smoking is a bad habit that I don't want you being caught doing." You took it from in between his lips and stomped on it.

"What the fuck?"

"You already got in trouble for racket abuse, twice might I add. All these little things are gonna add up."

"What, are you grading me on being an upstanding citizen?"

"Yes, actually. You should be lucky there's no cameras here like there was at the hotel."

"You care way too much about publicity. As long as you're good at your sport, who gives a shit what you do in your personal life?"

"You don't get it. When you do something unsavory, it's always, 'Wow. Patrick Zweig is a mess. What's wrong with y/n l/n? Why did she choose him?' It affects me too."

"Hey." He grabbed your hands. "Relax. Let's just go inside and we'll talk about this later."

"Excuse me?" A young girl came up to you. "Sorry to bother you. I saw your meet earlier, and I just wanted to say that you were amazing."

"Thank you." You gave her a smile.

"Could I get your autograph?" She handed you a pen and paper.

"Sure." You signed the paper and waved as she walked away. "I'm going back to the hotel."

"What about dinner? I made reservations."

"You stay. I'll catch up with you later."

If you wanna go and be stupid, don't Do it in front of me

The sound of squeaking bars and feet hitting the mats filled your ears. You were standing in front of the mat, taking deep breaths before you went into a roundoff on the springboard. As you were going into a back handspring, you slipped and fell on the mat. Again.

"What's going on, y/n?" Your coached asked. "You've been out of it all week."

"I'm just distracted. I'm sorry."

"You still thinking about that boy?"

"He's my boyfriend."

"He's a distraction. If you wanna get to the olympics next year, you can't afford any distractions."

"I know. I just-"

"I don't tell you what to do when you're off the mats, but don't let a guy ruin your chance at success. At happiness."

You sighed and got up to take a sip of your water.

❤︎

'Knock, knock.'

"Hey." Art said as he opened the door. "Pat's not here."

"Yes, he is. I can hear his music."

He sighed before letting you in. "I'm gonna give you guys some space." He gave you an awkward smile before leaving the room.

"Hey." You smiled.

"Hey."

"Can we talk?"

"If you're gonna give me another lecture about not embarrassing you, you can save it."

You sat on the foot of the bed.

"Pat-" You huffed. "I am so sorry."

"You are?"

"I was wrong. I should never have asked you to not be yourself. I spent so much time caring about what other people thought of me, and I didn't even think about the most important opinion. Yours."

"It's okay."

"My coach said I shouldn't let you get in the way of my happiness, but I'm happiest when I'm with you. Even when I'm out on the mat, I miss you." You grabbed his hands. "You make me happy, Patrick."

"You make me so fucking happy." He grinned. "I never thought a girl like you would give me a chance. I know I can be a little rough sometimes."

"I love you exactly the way you are." You moved closer to him and placed your hand on his cheek. "And you shouldn't change for anyone. Including me."

"You love me?"

"I..." You thought for a second. "I do. I love you, Patrick."

He smirked before leaning in to press your lips together.

"I love you too."

Please, please, please (Please) Please, please, please (Please) Please, please, please (Please) Please, please, please (Please, please)

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SWEET DREAMS | vinnie hacker

--- MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD ---

your best friend sleeps over and what more can you really say- hot best friend sleeping over almost always results in sex?

VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, praise n degradation kink, pet names, unprotected sex, choking, 

word count: 2.3k

Vinnie and I have been best friends since we were 13. I had met due to him moving to my school and I was assigned with showing him around the school and that’s what led to both of us ending up making fun of shitty rom coms in my apartment 8 years later.

“No no they’re both gonna get locked in the room together and confess their love to each other and get married and have 2 kids and a pet fish” I laughed out, rom coms could be great but if only the directors tried to be a bit creative.

“No no what, he’s obviously a secret billionaire and the girl is poor so he’s gonna pay for her collage or some stupid shit and then they’ll confess their love to each other and get married and have 2 kids and a pet fish obviously” He said staring at me with a stupid grin on his stupidly attractive face

As we grew up together and puberty hit both of us like a moving van on fire I came to the pretty quick realization that my friend was hot- and that was fine- but I also realized I had the tiniest crush on him, but that's all it was a meaningless crush I wasn’t going to do anything about it.

“Shut up no there no way he’s a bill-” I was cut-off with my cat nipping at my leg- their so fucking cute

“Awe shit it’s really fucking late and it seems like my baby boy wants some food” I coo to my cat, ignoring Vinnie

“Awe I am a bit hungry” Vinnie jokes, both of us had a pretty flirty relationship and we’ve probably kissed while drunk- though I can’t really remember it- but I’ve tried to keep everything platonic no matter how hot he was and no matter how much I really wanted to kiss his stupid fucking mouth.

“Shut up weirdo I'm gonna head to bed you can do whatever weird shit you do at night” I picked up my cat and walked to my room, Vinnie was sleeping on the couch and something he insisted on since he was a ‘gentleman’.

I heard a faint ‘Yes Ma’am’ from the living room and cuddled up onto my bed watching my cat curl up on the end of my bed, I put on some mood music and tried to fall asleep.

After about 5 minutes of tossing around on my bed I fell asleep to the sound of rain outside my window and Deftones playing on my speaker.

----

His hands curled around my neck squeezing the sides, 

“Your such a fucking slut for your best friend aren’t you” I knew that voice, the voice that had been tormenting my life for years- Vinnie

“Please Vinnie, fuck please” I was begging

“C’mon you can beg better than that, I know you can be a good girl and beg” Fuck fuck fuck was this really happening

Before I could beg our lips connected- it was so much, almost too much- He bit down on my lip and his hands trailed to rub on my clothed cunt, his hands dipped into my waistband and-

----

I woke up in a cold sweat- I felt so fucking gross.

Of course I’ve had dreams about him- he’s hot and I’m only human- but when his in the same house as me... fuck no

Oh god what if he heard me- what if he heard me having a fucking wet dream about him.

I wanted to curl up into a little ball and die

We are best friends

Just best friends. No more

I got out of my bed- if I was gonna act normal I need to get something to drink- I walked out into the hallway and heard shuffling coming from the living room.

Great he’s still up

I walked into the kitchen trying to ignore him heading straight for my fridge

“Oh hey I thought you were going to bed, are you okay?” He says now standing right in front of me and he’s fucking shirtless- fuck this is so hard for no reason

“Oh I just needed to get something to drink- y’know” I say trying not to stare at his bare torso

“Yeah want me to pour you some water” He asks, he’s really sweet but that's not what I’m looking for

“Thank you for the offer but I’m just gonna settle on some good old fashioned alcohol” I giggle and pick up a bottle, but he scrunches up his face- he’s confused

“Um this late are you sure y/n we can get food if you want” He’s says with his voice laced with concern

“Uh no thanks I’m fine with alcohol I guess” I say- the tension is suffocating and it makes me want to throw up- I turn around hoping that if I walk away Vinnie will drop it.

“Y’know your really talkative in your sleep” 

what.

“Huh what” This can’t be happening, no it's not happening I don’t believe it. I turn around so carefully as not to disturb the thick fog of tension enveloping the room, to see him leaning on my kitchen counter with a stupid grin on his face

He’s walking toward me- fuck fuck fuck

“I said you talk in your sleep- I was walking past your room and heard noises coming from your room” He’s way to calm for this

“I-I guess but y’know a lot of what people say in their sleep could I don’t know be taken out of context or-” I’m cut off by him laughing- he’s enjoying this while I want to die, I really fucking hate him right now

He leans right next to my ear with his hands lazily resting on my waist, 

“I don’t really know what other context ‘Please Vinnie, fuck please’ could be in besides me fucking you” he breathes right into my ear and I have decided that I want to shrivel up and die

I want to say something but I can’t- I literally can’t my voice is drying up 

“C’mon don’t tell me you’ve lost your voice please do tell me what other context you moaning my name could be” He quirks an eyebrow and i’ve lost all form of constraint, I’m staring directly at his lips god there really pretty lips

He very obviously notices and catches my chin with his first two fingers forcing me to stare at him in the eye.

“Y’know” He draws out, while cocking his head to the side “I dream about you too” 

“What” I can’t believe what I’m hearing

“Yeah, I dream about a lot of stuff but mainly you and I… fucking” He says with so much composure that for a second I don’t register what he means

He dreams of him and I… fucking.

His face moves from my ear to right in front of my face

I can’t even tell what’s happening until he’s inches away from my face with his hot breath fanning my face, waiting for me to close the space.

Am I really going to ruin our friendship just because Im horny? 

Yes. 

I instantly connect our lips, hooking my hands around his neck to link our bodies together. His mouth lifts off mine for just a second to tell me to “jump” before he’s on me again while walking both of us into my room as he throws me onto the bed.

He sits up for a second while he takes his pants off and then his boxers. And he hands trail up to my shit and then looks up at me as if he’s asking for permission and I answer him myself by pulling my shirt off and hooking my hands around his neck

Vinnie and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. We had grown up together, gone to the same schools, and shared so many memories. We knew everything about each other, but somehow, we had never crossed the line from friendship to something more.

But tonight, I couldn't help it. I needed him. I needed to feel his arms around me and his lips all over my body.

Our lips met again, this time with more passion and intensity, as we explored each other's mouths with our tongues. The taste of his lips was intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough of it.

As we continued to kiss, my hands found their way to the back of his head, pulling him in even closer. His hands roamed over my body, caressing every inch of my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

Our bodies entwined, our breaths becoming one, as we lost ourselves in the moment. Nothing else mattered except the feeling of his lips on mine and the warmth of his body pressed against mine.

He disconnects the kiss again, “God if I knew how bad you wanted me I would have fucked over my fucking counter the last time you were over” He tells you before looking down at me with admiration mixed with lust in his eyes.

“Hey Vin?”

“Yes, pretty girl?”

“Fuck me.”

And he finally shifts above me, guiding his dick into my folds and ever so slowly pushing it in. 

He’s so big that I can feel him over me yet he’s not close enough. I arch my back trying to get more but he just laughs in my face shaking his head, “Baby just relax your worrying too much” He tells me.

He’s being so slow and so sweet but god I really just want him to fuck the living daylights out of me;

“Vinnieeee” I whine, 

“Yeah doll” He replies

“Harderrr” And as I finish that sentence it’s like a spark ignites in him

His pace goes from slow and sensual to fast and rough, every thrust hits my deepest spots and makes my entire body loosen up. He hovers over me and presses chaste kisses all along my body and he focuses on my collarbones and shoulders biting and licking them, it's bound to leave marks for days.

His hands move in unison with his dick, going in circles as they press on my clit, forcing me to scream loudly enough for everyone outside to hear me. When his fingers do eventually touch my clit, a pool of heat forms in my belly.

And that’s when I remember how thin my walls are and if my neighbors can probably hear, and feel, me. 

I quickly use my hand to cover my mouth to prevent me from any form of embarrassment. But I’m quickly met with a sound of disapproval from Vinnie.

“No baby I wanna hear how good I make you feel, I want everyone to know your my girl” He tells me, pressing a kiss to my tits, “So show them,” 

That almost makes me lose it because those words transform me into putty that he can shape whichever he wants. At this moment, I no longer have any control over my body; he is pinning my hands over my head, and I have no intention of resisting him.

His actions don’t stop, I can feel each of his thrusts and the way they stretch me out until I go dumb, unable to form coherent sentences.

One of his hands leaves my hip and ends up next to my head caging me in. I’ve always loved his hands, they’re bigger than mine and when they flex over his keyboard or how their able to catch the light in a such a special way and god, when their adorned with rings it’s like he wants me to go fucking feral

I feel like he would be good at choking someone…

I need him to choke me.

“Baby I need you” I whine out not being able to express what I want.

“Princess, whaddya need, I’ll give you everything” 

“Your hands… please” I tell him and he giggles in confusion

Cute “Baby where am I gonna put my hands?”

“Neck.”

And I just watch as his eyes blow out thinking for a second before his pretty tatted hand slides across my body reaching the base of my neck.

“If you ever can’t handle it just tap my leg pretty” He tells me before squeezing.

I don't see stars; all I can see is him hanging above me with a stupid smile, and I don't believe I've ever seen anyone more beautiful than him. It feels so fucking amazing. I roll my eyes to the back of my head and arch into his chest.

“So good for me, such a good, dirty girl” He says no louder than a whisper and he continues to jam into me

He lets go but returns his hands back shortly but uses his thumb to open my mouth, “Open pretty girl,” and fucking spits in my mouth

Now if this was another guy, I’d gag but the way Vinnies eyes are so dark and his lips curve into his cute ass smile, I swallow immediately arching into his touch

It feels like this ritual goes on forever, him rutting into me, choking me, letting go and then repeating- I feel like the best I’ve ever felt in my life.

And finally after a particularly hard thrust, I come undone below him, my hands freed and I use them to dig my nails into Vinnies back as he rides me through my orgasm making me feel so goddamn good.

He cums after a little with his forehead pressed to mine his presses kisses all over me and when he's finally done he pulls out and heads to the kitchen.

I’m so loopy that I don’t realize he’s gone until he comes back wiping me down with a towel and placing a glass of water on the bedside,

“Hey princess, how are you doing?”

“Good�� really fucking good” I giggle

“Yeah, don’t worry too much about this, we can talk about it later.” He says pressing a chaste kiss on my lips and before pulling away he whispers,

“But we both know your mine, sweet dreams.”

[berryhobii]

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(P.S if you feel like it and if you get a chance please write more for Yoongi 💔 us Yoongi Stans starving and having withdrawals 😪)

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Here’s a special little something for you Yoongi stans🥰🩵

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“I don’t think this looks right, Yoongi.” You pouted, twisting your body every which way in the mirror. Your hands tugged at the top of the dress as if trying to magically make it fit the way you wanted it to in your head.

Yoongi, who was sitting outside typing some quick minute work emails, said, “I’m sure it looks fine, lovely. Come out and show me.”

Sighing, you turned around to open the dressing room door, stepping out to show your sugar daddy turned totally exclusive boyfriend one of the dresses you’ve chosen. It’s the 8th one you’ve tried on but you didn’t really like any of them. What you thought would just be a cute little date had transitioned into a full blown shopping spree. Yoongi pulled up to your apartment, your favorite Starbucks drink and snack already waiting, and whisked you away to the luxury district of Seoul. Hand in hand, he led you into stores, wanting you to pick something out in each one.

“You deserve it after being asked to take over the north branch of the company. I want you dressed like you own that place.”

So to Cartier, Gucci, and Zara you went to get you an entirely new wardrobe worthy of your position. To be honest, you stopped shopping for work a little while ago and now you were just choosing dresses for fun nights out.

For someone as accomplished as you, a sugar daddy probably seemed like overkill. You’ve managed to rise in the ranks at your dream job, getting a managerial title in less than 2 years. No doubt you had enough money to support the lifestyle Yoongi was giving you. Truthfully, this relationship didn’t start as a sugar daddy sugar baby thing. Your friends had taken it upon themselves to sign you up for a singles mixer—you know, one of those events where a bunch of single people went to try and find dates. You talked for about a minute before a bell rang and you moved on to a new stranger. Stuff like that really wasn’t your cup of tea.

What your friends had conveniently left out that it was a singles mixer exclusively for sugar daddies and sugar babies to find each other. Imagine your surprise when you and a couple of your friends rolled up to the bar, only to find a gaggle of late middle aged and older men sitting around the tables. You almost broke your ankle trying to run back out but your friends forced you to the bar for a drink.

Before you knew it, you were going through the rounds of meeting a lot of gentlemen that reminded you of your uncles. Gross.

So when you finally came across Yoongi during the last round, you thought maybe this thing wasn’t so bad.

One thing led to another and now you and Yoongi had been together for a little over 2 and a half years.

He had captured your heart with his clever remarks and charming personality. And he was very easy on the eyes. Not to mention, he was only a couple of years older than you with his very own successful law office.

And you had caught his interest with your timeless beauty and charisma. He doesn’t think he’s laughed as much in his life as he does when he’s with you. You were just so lovely and honest and sweet. It was hard not to fall for you.

Now seeing you in that dress, Yoongi thinks he was falling even deeper.

His mouth dropped at the sight of you in the mid thigh navy blue dress—long sheer sleeves and square cut at your chest to show the gorgeous expanse of your chest.

“Do you like the sleeves? This dress definitely isn’t for the workplace but it’s very nice.”

He wasn’t even listening to what you were saying, eyes going down to your ass. The dress had a deeeepppp incline, the open back stopping just above the curve of your ass. Everytime you shifted from foot to foot, your ass jiggled a little and you both knew you were wearing the tiniest pair of panties.

Fuck.

“Yoongi?” You had asked him a question three times with no answer.

Turning around, you found him standing right behind you, flinching a little at his sudden closeness. “Y-yoongi?”

Suddenly, his lips were on yours, his body crowding all of your space. It took you a moment to respond but you did, kissing him back just as fervently and desperately.

You pulled back to whisper, “what’s gotten into you?”

His dark eyes sent shivers down your spine and right to your pussy which was already wet from him fingering you in the car on your way here.

“You.”

His rough hands pushed you back into the dressing room, barely managing to close the door behind him before he was back on you. Deft and experienced fingers ran up your bare back, goosebumps popping up in his wake, his lips trailing across your jaw and neck.

Your own hands went straight to the waistband of the loose pants he was wearing. He normally wore suits so seeing him casual was secretly a favorite look of yours.

“You look divine in this dress. I’m buying you one in every color.”

You giggled at his words but you knew he was probably serious. He’s done the exact same thing with a lingerie set you surprised him in on his birthday. The way the white lace set made your dark skin look even more sinful and delectable than it already was should be considered a crime.

“I’ll wear whatever you want.” You leaned closer to be right next to his ear. “My body is yours, sir.”

His eyes rolled back, both at your tone and the name you called him. God, you were so sexy. And all his.

“Then get on your knees and suck my cock. Show sir that you’re grateful.”

Falling to your knees, you took the elastic off your wrist to tie up your knotless braids, happy you sprung for a style that could easily be put up when you wanted to pleasure your man.

Yoongi helped you get some of the stragglers in the back before holding your hair for leverage. You both knew where this was going.

Eyes locked on his, you pulled his pants and underwear down, his hard cock springing out from its confines. Your warm palm encased him, a sigh falling from his doll like lips.

Gathering spit in your mouth, you opened your lips to take him all the way in to the hilt.

Yoongi’s head dropped back as the heat of your mouth surrounded him. His hand gripped your ponytail tighter, keeping you down and letting your tongue work over him.

“Oh my god…..” he huffed out, pulling your head back so that only the tip was resting against your tongue.

Your nails scratched up his thighs. “Fuck my mouth, baby. Give it to me.”

That was his breaking point. Using both hands to hold either side of your head, he began thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth. You relaxed your throat, patting yourself on the back for training your gag reflex during quarantine. You know………..for when you could go back out and mingle….anyway.

Your eyes remained focused on Yoongi’s face, your pussy clenching at the sight of his tightly shut eyes and dropped mouth. His long hair had fallen out of his manbun, the strands sticking to the building sweat on his forehead. Your fingers itched to hold onto that bun and ride his face until his neck hurt. Maybe once you got home.

Yoongi forced you to take all of him in, holding you there for a few seconds before pulling back and doing the same thing. Eyes watering from the assault on your throat, you let Yoongi use your throat however he liked. You were his and vice versa.

“Fuck….” Yoongi yanked your head back off of him, his orgasm feeling too close already. “Stand up.” He shakily breathed out, holding out his hand to help you to your weak legs. He placed a quick kiss to your lips, wiping away the drool that had slipped past before turning you around and pushing you against the mirror. You took a moment to look at your disheveled appearance in the reflection—your edges had began to curl back up, your pupils dilated and slightly unfocused, and the dress had became slightly skewed from all of your heavy petting. You looked a mess.

Not time to think about that now though. It didn’t take long for Yoongi to have your dress pulled up and your panties around one of your ankles. He also pulled the front of your dress down to allow your breasts to spill out, your already soaked cunt was practically screaming for his cock.

The mirror was fogged up from your breath, the cool glass making your nipples harden. “Fuck me, baby.” A sharp slap came down on your ass, the fat jiggling under the force.

“Don’t rush me.” His gruff voice said. And you’d be lying if you said that little show of dominance didn’t get you wetter than that scene in Step Up.

After moving your hair over your shoulder, Yoongi’s hand grabbed your shoulder, the other holding his cock to line up with your awaiting hole. You spread your legs a little more, arching your back to give him more access.

He didn’t give you any warning before he was diving into your wet cunt. Your mouth dropped as his cock stretched your tight walls, the overwhelming girth knocking all of the air out of your lungs.

“Oooooo…..Yoongi…..fuck. That cock’s so fucking big.” You gritted out, resisting from punching the mirror.

Yoongi inhaled a deep breath, trying not to cum as your silky walls tried to milk him for everything he was worth. The effect you had on him was just too strong. Only you could push him to the brink that fast.

Once he had calmed himself, Yoongi started a pace that could only be described as animalistic. The absolute force of which he was pushing his hips against your ass was causing a clapping noise so loud that you thought there were people giving you two a standing ovation.

An almost shriek like moan flew from your lips but Yoongi slapped his hand over your mouth to muffle it, one of your hands going up to hold onto his and the other squeezing your breast.

“Quiet.” He spit. “You want everyone to know I’m in here fucking you like a slut? Huh? Is that what you want?” His hips never slowed down as he spoke, pushing deeper and deeper until it felt like he was in your guts.

Your eyes crossed as his cock bullied your sweet spot, orgasm building faster than ever. His degradation along with the fact that you two could be caught at any moment was enough to propel you right over the edge.

Your knees buckled, Yoongi’s arm going out to wrap around your waist to keep you up.

“Good girl. Look at yourself while you cum.”

Your bleary eyes, that you didn’t even realize you had closed, slowly opened to look at your reflection and the sight sent you straight there.

Yoongi was staring directly at you, those panther like eyes making you feel so open and vulnerable. Both of your hungry eyes begging. Out of all of your moments with Yoongi, times like this really reminded you of just how much he had broken down your walls. He brought out a sexually adventurous side of you that you didn’t even know you had and you were actually grateful for it.

Or maybe you were just dickmatized…..eh.

Your pulsing walls were squeezing Yoongi’s cock hard enough to almost break it off, his own orgasm feeling incredibly close.

“Get back down.” He pushed you back down to your knees, your body quickly turning despite your orgasm still making you feel weightless. He just commanded your body that way.

Like it was muscle memory, you opened your mouth and held out your tongue, your hand coming up to take hold of his shaft. You pumped his fast, making sure to squeeze him at the tip just how he likes.

Yoongi’s eyes clenched shut, his breath labored as his orgasm got closer and closer. He braced his hands against the mirror behind you, his knees ready to give out much like yours had.

You couldn’t help but focus on the sexiness of your man’s face. It honestly made you want another round but you had something else to focus on.

“Fuck…..fuck….I’m cumming, love. Oh shit.”

“I want it. Give it to me.” You sucked harshly at his tip, still pumping him quickly.

With a moan and a full body shudder, Yoongi’s cum hit your tongue, the saltiness familiar. You continued to suck until he was recoiling from sensitivity.

He reached a hand down to tap against your chin, your head tilting back and eyes staring directly into his.

“Show me.”

You opened your mouth to show his release on your tongue. His hand dipped your chin, thumb pulling at your juicy bottom lip—his own lip pulling between his teeth.

“Swallow.” And who were you to deny?

Swallowing his cum down and then opening your mouth to show him you obeyed, you got a hum of approval from him.

You both took a moment to regain your breaths. Yoongi held out his hand to help you stand, pulling you into a hug. You sighed as his warmth seeped into your skin.

“You okay?” He asked you after a brief moment of silence.

You hummed. “Perfect. I’d have to say, I’m shocked you’re into public displays. What happened to that whole ‘your moans are only for me’ thing?” You teased. You could imagine him rolling his eyes.

Before he could give you a smart mouthed retort, a knock on the door caused both of you to scramble. You practically pushed him away to adjust your dress as Yoongi yanked his pants back up and fixed his hair.

“Um, yes?” You tried to call out in a normal voice, tone a bit hoarse from the recent exercise.

“Is everything fitting well? Should I bring you another size?” The polite voice of the associate asked.

You made eye contact with Yoongi, a cheeky smile spreading across his face and making you laugh.

“Uh, could you actually get me this same dress in all of the available colors? I’ll be purchasing them.”

[littleroseprince]

Baby, My Baby

Samadhi Fire Duo Platonic Agere Sickfic (NOT A SHIP)

For my sick pookie, who is a Mei fickin (I'm red son fickin) @galacticclaw

If you asked Red Son if he was close to Mei, he'd deny it completely. He'd say he didn't even hang out with those peasants, that he had better things to do,

But it was all lies. The duo regularly hung out, whether it be to discuss mechanics, do some friendly bickering, or comfort the other when in need.

The two would schedule these hangouts so they'd meet every once and a while. Today, they were supposed to hang out. Supposed to.

Red Son had teleported himself into the dragon's home, knowing damn well her parents would not be happy to see a demon like him enter. He navigated with stealth and ease, as he's been around here many times at this point.

They knocked, quiet enough so her parents wouldn't hear, but loud enough that Mei would.

The demon heard a groan from inside the room, and shrugged, considering it an invitation to come in. He walked into the room, raising a brow as they saw the state their friend was in.

"You look like garbage, Dragon Horse Girl. And more than usual." Red Son scoffed, staring down at the girl in the bed.

Mei was sprawled across the bed, still in her dragon print pajamas. She held onto her plushie for dear life as she whined, rubbing her nose with her sleeve. That earned a little noise of disgust from Red Son, who tossed her a box of tissues.

"Gross. At least use those.." He sighed, facing Mei. "What's the issue?"

"Sooo.. I may or may not have gotten a litttleee sick.. Heh-" She chuckled, which quickly escalated into a coughing fit. The demon was quick to rush to her side, his hand hovering right above her back.

She sighed as Mei's coughs faded, his hands returning to their side. "And you didn't think to tell me before I came over? You could infect me, you know." He scolded.

"Nah.. I'm too lazy to pick up my phone right nowww." She mumbled, followed by a sneeze. Red Son cringed a bit, backing away.

"Wow. You really must have it bad then.." He responded, trying not to let sympathy leak into his tone. The demon sighed. "Stay here."

"Wasn't planning on moving.."

Red Son came back with a packet of tea, and a tea cup with hot water. He set it down, his hands undamaged from holding it. She put the packet in the tea and waited a bit.

"So.. Tea, huh?" Mei said, trying to fill the silence. Red Son nodded. "Warm liquids will help soothe your throat, and I used herbs that should have other calming effects. You're welcome." He announced with sass. Mei chuckled softly. "Yeah, I get it, ya care about me. You don't have to be so Red Boy about it."

He sputtered, his tail flicking defensively. "That is not- ugh- just drink the damn tea you peasant." He handed her the cup, his grip careful and steady. Mei casted a genuine glance and smile at the demon as she grabbed the tea, sipping it softly.

"Mm, this is good Red Boy!" She chirped. Red Son had a prideful smirk, but he quickly covered it back up as he shushed the dragon. "Quit being so loud. You'll hurt your voice more than it already is."

Mei playfully rolled her eyes, but continued to quietly sip her tea. Red Son sat down in a nearby chair, watching her intently, ready to pounce if she needed any help.

A bit later, Mei yawned, and Red Son got up and carefully took the cup from her to set it aside. "You should rest. It's the best way for you to heal." She grabbed the ends of the blankets, draping them over Mei like a parent would. He used his fire to float the mess of tissues into a nearby trash can, absolutely refusing to touch any germs.

"Reddyyy.." She whined, making grabby hands. Red Son sighed, his resolve breaking. He gently held her hand, making a mental note to wash them extra well once he got home. "What is it, dear?"

Mei reached for a drawer on her bedside table, and Red Son realized what she was asking for.

He sighed softly, hiding a sincere smile as he handed her the dragon themed pacifier. She chirped happily, letting it into her mouth. He patted her head.

"Go to sleep. You'll get better soon, but you need rest." He instructed, his voice nothing but soft now. She nodded, yawning and hiding her head into her plushie.

"T'ank you Red..." She mumbled out, drifting off to sleep.

Red Son smiled. "You're welcome, little one."

[longislandcharm]

PARTIES: Winter (@longislandcharm) and Memphis (@2distraught2haunt) TIMING: Current SUMMARY: Memphis walks into the bar where Winter is enjoying a meal and she notices the ghosts trailing behind. She finds a way to talk to him about it. WARNINGS: None :)

There was only one thing that could get Winter back to Worm Row: chicken wings. As much as she had been trying to stay away from poultry with the giant bird leg grossing her out each time she spotted it, the craving for the wings at the Worm Hole hit her pretty hard. She found herself sitting at the bar that night waiting for that basket to be dropped in front of her like a hungry dog, eyes moving around the room to take in the rest of the patrons most of whom were at their limit for alcohol intake. There was a lackluster cocktail in her hand as she skimmed over a small man in the corner of the room, one that was staring straight at her as if he was trying to figure out why someone like her was in a bar like this. She couldn’t blame him for the question in his eyes but she rolled her own away, turning her back to him.

“Every time I’m in here I seem to attract weird guys who can’t keep their noses in their own business.” Henry raised a brow at her, the ghost looking unimpressed. “You became friends with the last one.” Winter scowled as discreetly as she could at the ghost, hoping anyone who saw would assume she was scowling at the bar’s aesthetic. It wouldn’t have been a stretch. But she said nothing in return, no correction or denial being sent his way because she supposed they were friends now no matter how much she wanted to deny it. Instead, she sipped her drink while turning to look in the opposite direction towards the front door and promptly did a double take.

A guy had just walked in. He looked normal for the most part, more clean cut than most of the other patrons with the hint of a smile on his lips. Most would have thought she did the double take because he seemed to be the only one worthy of her attention but the reason Winter was now staring at him was more than that. He was flanked by not just one ghost but two. She’d never seen anyone being followed by more than one before, not even other mediums, so her curiosity was naturally piqued. She tilted her head as he came closer to the bar, her brows furrowing while she tried to think of a way to strike up a conversation to see if she could figure out why these people were sticking to him. 

Eyes went down to the drink she had in hand, the medium looking back at him when he stood next to her at the bar and then back down at it again. Eh, it was worth a shot. She went to reach for a napkin but her hand “accidentally” knocked into her glass, the drink pouring over to his space on the bar and over his arm. She widened her eyes before scrambling for those napkins she had been reaching for, trying her best to sound apologetic for something she wasn’t sorry for. “Oh man, this is why I shouldn’t drink. I swear I’m not good even after one.” Which, for the most part, was true. She was such a lightweight that one could get her feeling just right but she hadn’t even finished the one she had just knocked over. “I can’t believe I did that.” More napkins were pulled out of the holder and held out to him. Spilling something on him was one thing but she wasn’t about to touch him even if it was to fix her purposeful mistake. “Can I get you a drink to apologize?”

“I could just come with you. Wings are better eaten fresh.” Clary pointed this out to Memphis as if she was teaching him some wise piece of life info, raising her fingers in epiphany and raising an eyebrow at him. “Wow. Never thought of that before.” Memphis answered dryly, “I’m pretty sure if I took you to the WormHole someone would call child services on me. And I’m not sure that I’d blame them.” He mimed her, his own knowing finger and eyebrow cocked in her direction. Her face fell into a scowl and she abandoned him, back to her iPad, “Well I hope whoever my new guardian is takes me to get wings.” Memphis laughed sarcastically, but had to hide the hint of a smirk on his face. She was such a smartass. 

Memphis should have been able to look forward to the quiet, peaceful drive to the other side of town to pick up their takeout. Unfortunately, his grandparents seemed dead set on making sure that didn’t happen. Oh shit, that pun was probably in poor taste. They appeared with little warning in the back seat of his car and immediately began talking. He made the mistake of glancing in the rearview mirror and making eye contact with one of them. “Oh Memphis! I thought you had one of those ear muffs on that you use to ignore us.” his grandfather interjected, interrupting whatever rambling his grandmother had currently been doing. “You’ll want to hear this-” his grandfather began. Memphis really doubted that, but he was feeling generous today. They weren’t exactly the best conversationalists, but at least they had more to offer than the usual pleas for assistance. He babbled on and on for a while about their walk in the park and their excessive people watching. “And then we spotted two red-necked grebes. I think they were just getting ready to mate and-” Memphis groaned loudly in an attempt to drown out whatever he was about to say and reached for his passenger seat, grabbing his headphones and trying to adjust them over his ears with the one free hand he had. Anything to stop them from telling him anything else about birds banging. 

Unsurprisingly, they didn’t take the hint. Memphis parked at the restaurant and made his way in, feeling their presence behind him as he cut through the crowd to head towards the bar. The bar wasn’t exactly the picture of health or safety, but they responded to less calls here than some might expect. Maybe people just didn’t call 911 at this place, though. As much as he wished he could keep the headphones on, he was forced to pull them off in order to talk to the bartender. The muffled noise from the outside world had been drowned out by his music, something Memphis wouldn’t exactly call a luxury considering the circumstances that demanded it, but it was definitely something he had grown accustomed to. In a lot of ways, he felt just as muted from the rest of the world as his headphones allowed him to be. As the bartender ran back to check, Memphis was just getting ready to pull his headphones back on when he felt the cold rush in his side and quickly running down his legs. “Shit!” Memphis jumped to the side, taking a moment to register exactly what had caused it. Just a drink, thankfully. The woman was apologizing and pushing napkins in his direction and he tried to wave it off with a grin, “Don’t worry about it. Usually when I spill a drink on myself I get to have a bit more fun before doing it, though.” he laughed quietly and grabbed the offered napkins to start patting down his sweater. “Oh you really don’t have to worry about it. As long as my food is ready I probably won’t be here too long.” he finally got a good look at the woman and realized that he had definitely seen her somewhere before, he just couldn’t be sure where. “Woah. You look crazy familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?”

So, Winter didn’t have much time since he wasn’t planning on sticking around. She did her best not to look at the squabbling couple behind him so that she didn’t scare him off before she could ease him into this or even let the couple behind him know she could hear them. She’d gotten more careful with the ghosts in this town and the people they chose to watch after some incidents that didn’t turn out favorable for her. People either thought she was nuts or got scared and scurried away when she brought up the hauntings. Either way, she got nowhere and her curiosity was never sated. 

She still held out the napkins, a weary smile on her lips as she still feigned being too buzzed. “Well, then let me pay for your wings to make up for it.” Her eyes flicked to the couple for the briefest of moments before they were back on him, noticing the headphones resting on his shoulders and that curiosity of hers flaring. Could he hear them? Or did he just like music that much? “It’s the least I can do.” There was a beat before Henry scoffed behind her, the ghost shaking his head. “I don’t know why you’re being shy now. You’ve always just come out and said what you wanted.” She wanted to turn to tell him that she wasn’t being shy and ask him how that had worked out for her in the past, but her smile only tightened as the biting words were held back. The bastard chuckled. Did he ever get tired of teasing her?

The man’s spark of recognition turned the tides of this conversation though, her smile brightening with the thought. Maybe this would be easier than she thought. “Oh, maybe you’ve seen my show? It’s called Spirit Speak. Airs on Tuesdays right at peak.” Okay, maybe not peak but she liked to pretend it was. Getting the time slot right after peak helped her ratings after all even if it was only people letting the tv run as they went off to finish their chores for the day. “Or maybe you saw my mother’s run. I revived her show five years ago but I made appearances on hers. We…contact the dead.” 

The drink had seeped through Memphis’ shirt by now and the cold pricked at his skin beneath. He let out a heavy breath and used the napkins to peel the shirt off and give himself some relief from the chill. “I really feel like he could have avoided this if he didn’t wear those ear muffs all the time.” He heard his grandmother talk behind him and besides a brief eyeroll, he resisted turning around to say something to her. He had learned the hard way that interacting with them only gassed them on. Not that ignoring them seemed to send them the correct message either.

“Seriously, don’t worry about it. I’ve had far worse spilled on me.” Memphis laughed, realizing that hardly felt like an appropriate or suitable response to the woman’s words. “I should clarify that I’m a paramedic. So when I say that I mean like blood and vomit.” Well that certainly didn’t help. Who knew having a drink spilled on him would throw him off his game so much? He was planning on explaining that the woman didn’t need to do that, but paused when the man beside her spoke to her. She barely gave him a passing glance though. In fact, she ignored him completely. “I agree with your friend. I’m an open book. Just ask me.” he gestured to the man behind her and shrugged his shoulders. 

Oh shit. The ghost show. That made a lot more sense. It also made Memphis check his phone. Didn’t this place say his wings would be done already? He never held in particularly strong feelings for the show growing up, but he remembered how much his mom had loathed in. She had developed a bad habit of hate watching the show, complaining to any spouse, child or family ghost that had the unfortunate timing of being in the same room as her while it was on. Feeling that familiar sense of distaste now made him wonder if more of his mother’s hatred for the show had stuck with him than he originally though. “Oh yeah. I remember your show really well. My mom hated you guys, no offense.”

Her eyes flicked to the woman behind him, her smile turning more genuine as she realized what that sounded like. It sounded like her grandmother talking about her father, nagging him at every turn about this and that and even the things that weren’t his fault. Suddenly, Winter felt a tug in her heart trying to pull her all the way back to Indonesia with her Nenek. She hadn’t been back in years which was a true shame and she made a mental note to talk to her father about a visit soon. Just as soon as she could get true answers about why he’d done what he did to her as a child. 

Her attention was brought back to the man as he spoke again, rambling about the types of things spilled on him. She furrowed her brows, nose wrinkling as any warm feelings she was experiencing were chased away by those comments. “How did you make that even worse?” It was a talent a lot of people around here were good at. Some people just didn’t know when to…not. But she did realize that could have sounded mean so she tried to amend it a little. “I mean, the types of things spilled on you…it’s nice that you're a paramedic.” Winter would probably need them more often than not now that she thought about it. His next comment sent everything else out of her mind though, the medium looking behind her at Henry who shrugged the shoulder with his missing limb and then back at the man. “So you can see them. That’s what I was wondering…if you knew you had two ghosts trailing you. But obviously you do.”

As soon as the show was mentioned she could see the distaste he held for it. Winter clenched her jaw, trying to stop the flow of words that would definitely not help her case here, but she couldn’t help the little flash of anger in her eyes. She was so sick of the thing she loved being ignored but being hated was even worse. “Offense kind of taken, honestly.” Because she could see that he wasn’t fond either. She turned back to the bar, ready to give the cold shoulder before realizing she didn’t know enough mediums to be able to ignore this man completely. “Any particular reason why?”

“I don’t usually make it habit of talking about blood or vomit over food” Memphis shrugged. That felt worse, though he did feel the need to clarify yet again. “I think I lied again. My sister talks about that shit all the time at dinner. She’s very morbid. No idea what asshole raised her.” This damn open book thing was exhausting. He never knew how to respond to someone complimenting his work. He understood why people did it, but there was never a good response to it without sounding ingenuine or like a smug little shit. Luckily, or rather unluckily in this case, Memphis didn’t have to worry about mumbling a thanks or thinking of some witty remark as Winter’s next words knocked the wind from his sails. He froze for a minute, unsure if he was more shaken by being outed or by actually being rendered speechless. It was hard getting Memphis not to talk. Clary might want to consider giving this person an award. Memphis silently pulled the empty seat next to him out and slid into it. “Oh shit.” Was all he said at first, eyeline constantly shifting between Winter, back to his grandparents and then to the man behind Winter who was apparently a ghost. “I think I’ll take that drink, actually.”

Okay, so the fake ghost whisperer actually saw ghosts. Memphis genuinely didn’t see that coming. And she wasn’t too pleased that Memphis wasn’t a fan of the show either. Awkward. Memphis gave a quick grimace, awkwardly shrugging away the offense. What the hell else was he supposed to say? Apologize on his dead mother’s behalf? If Winter was truly owed an apology his mom should show up here and give it herself. Apparently, the medium would be able to see her. Who knew, right? “Honestly, she thought you were a hack. But I guess you’re not. Whoops?”

“Your sister sounds like a treat.” She couldn’t hide the dryness in her voice. Playing nice only lasted so long with Winter and it seemed her time was up. She tried to smile to make it seem like a joke on her part but it was probably clear that it wasn’t. “I think I’ve dealt with enough blood in my lifetime, I’m not ready to include talks of it in my meal time.” 

She looked over as this man started to process the information. He was clearly shocked to know that she wasn’t the fake that his mother claimed her to be but she couldn’t help thinking about how the woman hadn’t been as wrong as she was making her out to be. Her ability to see these things had just come back to her only a year before. It was hard to remember sometimes that seeing them hadn’t always been her normal. Still, Winter lifted one corner of her mouth in a smirk as she didn’t feel guilty enough not to gloat about this. “Maybe a rag too to wipe that egg off your face.” She turned to the bartender, gesturing for him to get whatever the guy wanted. The medium wasn’t enough of a jerk to take back her offer.

Rolling her eyes, Winter shrugged a shoulder at his words. “She wouldn’t have been the only one.” It was fair, right? Because both her and her mother were the biggest hacks in the industry. She just happened to do one accidental thing to attach a ghost to her and reveal this lost world to her. Speaking of… “Are they attached to you too? Did you also accidentally perform a ritual you didn’t understand to keep them by your side. That’s what happened with  this one.” She used a thumb to gesture to Henry behind her, the ghost mimicking her eye roll from earlier. “If so, I need to know how to get rid of the connection.” She couldn’t see it, but behind her Henry’s face fell and he started to stare straight ahead. 

While Memphis was pretty sure the woman had meant the joke sarcastically, he decided not to press on it. One, because defending his preteen sister to a complete stranger felt like a waste of both of their times; and two, because Memphis had just insulted the stranger and her mother, more or less. “But I’m a paramedic, so talk about blood is pretty unavoidable unfortunately. Noted, though.” Judging from the way their conversation had been going so far, he wasn’t sure a concern about continued conversations would be a problem. But Memphis was an optimist, so the idea of befriending the not so fake ghost whisperer was still at least a ballpark idea on the agenda.

“Oh you’ve got jokes.” That broke Memphis from whatever stupor he was in, a grin breaking across his face. “I’ll just take the cheapest beer you’ve got.” Memphis waved to the bartender. “Honestly, I’d feel worse about it, but I don’t think you can really hold it against us. There’s plenty of fakes floating around.” Technically, she could hold it against Memphis. He just wouldn’t need to feel guilty about it.

The lore drop was interesting, and was the first time Memphis had heard anything like it. From what he had been taught from Jonas, most were born with the ability to see the dead and it never really went away. Memphis’ family were a bit unique, sure, but that seemed to be the general rule. Performing a ritual to keep them near was definitely new. He didn’t realize that type of thing was possible at all, not that he’d ever want to keep people tied to him. But if the opposite sort of ritual were possible, now that was intriguing. “Uh- not exactly. Sort of a family curse or maybe curse isn’t the right word. But everyone in my family becomes a ghost when they die. Without fail, for some reason or another. My grandparents behind me are just one of a revolving door of relatives that annoy that shit out of me.” Memphis accepted the beer from the bartender and took a large gulp, downing about half in one go. The revelation required a drink, but if he kept at this rate he’d have to uber himself and their dinner back home. “You think there’s some kind of ritual that could get rid of them? I’ll be honest, I don’t know much about ghosts.”

She let out an unladylike snort at his words, not sure why she found that comment so funny. Winter knew he had to deal with some messed up things if he was a paramedic in this town and that fact almost made her uncomfortable. How she hadn’t been one of his patients yet was a miracle really. Maybe the discomfort of it all was too much, amusing in its own way. She didn’t look at him, keeping her gaze on the wall of alcohol lining the area behind the bartender. “I can’t imagine what you’ve seen. A little blood is probably nothing to you.” The sad part was, it was almost nothing to her now too. 

She finally turned her head, sending him a grin of her own, proud of her little poke at his expense. “No, the joke is you ordering cheap beer when you could have gotten whatever you wanted.” Eh, he had a point. She couldn’t hold it against him…too much. “I think a little faith in your fellow mediums is warranted.” Winter brought her drink to her lips before smirking. She really couldn’t be mad, could she? Annoyed maybe, but that came with the territory lately. Nobody around here even watched it, he at least had seen a little bit even if it was just previews. “But I’ll only hold it against you a little bit. Which is a lot of grace from me. You should feel very lucky right now.” 

Well that was…sad, wasn’t it? His whole family destined to become spirits after they died? She couldn’t even imagine. “They can’t move on at all?” It was probably a dumb question considering the two ghosts standing behind him. If they were all mediums they would have known how to let go, right? But she didn’t know a lot about this yet so she couldn’t say for sure. On the other hand, Winter did sometimes wish she could talk to her great grandmother about everything. If anyone had answers, that woman did and it would have been nice if she had stuck around. Glancing over at Henry again before turning back to face this man, she shrugged once more. “I figured if there was one to stick them to you there has to be one to undo it, right? My great grandmother’s journal had the first one. But most of that journal was just her day to day. She only had a few pages dedicated to ghosts.” She bit into her bottom lip, not wanting to admit that she’d known nothing about them until a few years ago. Not to a stranger, anyway. “I’m learning more as I go…maybe I can keep you in the loop. No promises but yea…”

“Blood never really bothered me. Even as a kid.” Memphis admitted, though the fact wasn’t especially interesting. Winter seemed only half interested in the conversation to start with, not that Memphis could blame her much. The two hadn’t really sought each other out at a bar on purpose. Circumstances brought them together, and in the case circumstances either stood for the drink spilled on him or a nickname for his grandparents, as Memphis was starting to wonder if the spill had been a mistake at all. “Snakes on the other hand? Totally different story. I’ll pass out on the spot.”

Memphis chuckled and held up his cheap beer as some sort of consolation prize. “Touché.” he nodded his head in Winter’s direction before sipping from the drink and abandoning it back on the table, “I guess I’m just easy to please. There are worse things to be than a cheap date, y’know?” Admittedly, Winter had a point herself. “You know, if anyone was going to believe that you were legit, a fellow medium makes the most sense. Maybe my mom was just jealous that you had turned a profit on it.” That wasn’t the case and he knew that, but Memphis had no stakes in this game to double down on his mother’s opinion of the woman or her show. Whether Memphis liked the show or not (he did not), he hardly held that against Winter. There were plenty of other things that Memphis could probably judge Winter on, her source of income seemed like the more boring option to pick. 

“Hard to say. I think some have managed. But no matter what or how they die, everyone comes back a ghost. Nobody moves on immediately.” There were family members Memphis never saw anymore, or ones that he had never met in the first place. Had they moved on or had they simply gone away? Existed somewhere else away from Memphis and his family? Memphis wouldn’t know, he had never been given any damn answers. “Spell shit is all new to me honestly. I never really considered it as an option in the first place.” He still wasn’t sure he considered it, though he had to at least try to keep an open mind, “But your logic there seems sound. If there’s one then there’s got to be the other.” Imagine that, a family member that actually gave some knowledge and context. Must have been nice. “Let’s trade numbers. I’m kind of hopeless when it comes to this ghost shit, but maybe between the two of us we can figure something new out, yeah?”

“With the things you’ve seen you’re scared of a little snake?” Admittedly, Winter had been scared of them before too but ever since the Prickly Farm incident she couldn’t say that she was anymore. Which was a little weird considering she watched a giant one swallow people whole. But it had been helping her instead of trying to hurt her so she gave that a pass. Besides, even the non-lamia snakes leave people alone as long as they aren’t scared. “Those animals are more scared of us than we are of them. It’s the only reason they fight back.” The irony of  that statement coming from a woman who attacks without bias on the daily.

“I’m just saying, you could have had some flavor with your piss water.” The medium flashed him a genuine smile, not mad that he had gone with the cheap stuff. Teasing someone without them getting offended was nice and one of her favorite pastimes. But the smile faded as he continued on about his mother and her opinions. She was starting to feel bad that she had condemned this family for their opinions on her and her mother, their correct opinions at that. So, she chose not to say anything else on the subject and instead brought her own refreshed drink to her lips. 

His next comment caught her attention though, her eyes locked on him as she realized that meant he would most likely come back as a ghost as well. Winter was torn on how to feel about that. She knew she was the type of person who would want to haunt a few people in her life but the idea of it being your time and not getting to where you were supposed to be was haunting in itself. “You’re destined to be a ghost then.” A statement, not a question, while sympathetic eyes landed on his own. Now she really wanted to help by giving this man as much information as she could find. If it were her, she would be researching the hell of the situation. 

Words sparked something in her brain. Calling it a spell, where she had been calling it a ritual, made her wonder if she had been looking in the wrong place all of this time. Maybe a spellcaster was who she needed to be talking to. But she wasn’t one of those and the saying had worked for her so this new discovery only served to confuse her more. Winter was brought back to the moment as he suggested they exchange numbers, the girl nodding without thinking much of it. “To be honest, I think you just helped me a little bit.” She took a pen from her purse, writing her number on a napkin before sliding it over to him. “I guess it’s my turn to do the same.”

“That sounds very judgy. I’ll have you know that I have every right to be terrified of anything I want to, that’s why I have a partner when I’m out working.” Memphis spoke this smugly, as if it was something to brag about. His fear of snakes was in fact very well document and very harshly criticized by the department. The amount of times his heart had nearly burst out of his skin from a rubber snake prank by the station was a bit embarrassing. Even more embarrassing that it still worked on him. “My strengths lie in other areas, like my charming personality and adorable face.” He grinned and fluttered his eyelashes in Winter’s direction, meaning it to serve as evidence to his previous statement. “I beg to differ, by the way. I’d personally argue that I am equally as afraid of the snake and both of us should maintain a healthy distance from each other.” It was like an unspoken agreement that he tried to make with any snake. For some reason, they didn’t always listen. “Besides, everyone has some kind of irrational fear. What’s yours?”

Tough crowd. Couldn’t win even as a cheap date around here. “My bad taste is nobody’s business but mine, thank you very much. I happen to enjoy my piss water.” When Memphis took another sip, he mostly stopped himself from grimacing. Okay, maybe he didn’t like this specific piss water, but his point still stood. 

You’re destined to be a ghost then? The question made his skin crawl. Memphis tried his best to not think about that, though he had never been very successful at it. There were constant reminders, including the two ghosts hovering behind him in the bar. Speaking of, they had been far too quiet. Memphis turned around briefly, only to find that they were no longer behind him. Through  the windows of the bar, he spotted a bird - a cuckoo, he regrettably knew - perched on a tree branch and his grandparents standing just beneath it. At least there was one aspect of being a ghost that they must love. “Technically, yes.” Memphis agreed, much to his own chagrin, “Though I am actively trying to make sure that never happens.”

Memphis wasn’t sure how he had possibly helped Winter, but he’d take the win. Especially if the payment came in the woman’s number. The more ghost friends he could make the better in his mind. “Hell yeah. Ghost besties!” he cheered, pumping his fist into the air dramatically. Right on cue, the man came out with his bags of food and left them on the bar. “It was genuinely nice to meet you, no offense again.” 

Winter raised a skeptical eyebrow at his argument, mostly at where his other strengths lie, but she had to give it to the man. It wasn’t often that she found someone that had the confidence to admit their fears and turn around to call themselves charming. It had her smiling softly as she shook her head. “Whatever, Flynn Rider. I’m a very judgemental person so you’ll have to get used to it if you want me around for advice.” She sipped at her drink, looking him straight in the eye when answering his next question. “I don’t have any fears.” Unless you counted a giant alligator man thing or sand sharks. Her leg still hadn’t healed all the way from that last one. Besides, this was coming from the girl who froze in frightening situations. He didn’t need to know all of that though. “Especially not irrational ones. I’m the most rational person you’ll ever meet.” Another lie. 

All she could do was give the boy a satisfied smirk as he choked down the drink, raising her own glass in the air. The medium moved on though, knowing her point was made. Moving on to the more sobering part of their conversation, she nodded solemnly at his words. Something burrowed in the back of her mind, a note to keep a look out for his type of situation in her research in case she came across something that could help him out. “I hope you find something to help you soon.” Nobody deserved that fate, not even Flynn Rider.

“Don’t ever say that again.” Winter deadpanned, the idea of ‘ghost besties’ sweaters popping into her mind. For some reason she thought he would be the type to do that and if he did she was the type who would hurt his feelings by throwing it away. Right in front of him. Her smile returned, the girl basking in the complement and almost willing to forget the insults from earlier. “I know it was. You were entertaining to speak with.” A high compliment coming from her, he just had to see it that way. “Have a good night.”

[notcorson27]

Jealousy, Jealousy

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“I think it’s a good idea.” Sam said ask Kenzie shook her head no.

“Mom and dad will certainly know that we threw a party and we both will get banned from coming to the lake house.” Sam and Kenzies parents had left their lake house in the hands of the two for a weekend and Sam really wanted to throw a party.

“Of course you would object Kenzie. You don’t like parties.” Sam grumbled which make Kenzie shrug her shoulders.

He wasn’t wrong, Kenzie hated parties. The loud music, drunk idiots, sweaty bodies, she didn’t like any of it.

“What’s going on here?” Colby said as he walked into the room. Instantly Kenzie’s eyes went to him. Colby Brock has been Sam’s best friend for as long as she could remember. For as long as she could remember Colby could hardly stand her, and for as long as she could remember she had a biggest crush on Colby.

No matter how rude or unkind he was she still liked him. No matter how hard she tried to make the feelings go away they always made themselves known.

“Kenzie is trying to convince me out of throwing a party.” Sam said, his voice laced with annoyance. Colby’s eyes snapped to the girl before he rolled his eyes.

“Come on Kenz, loosen up a little. You’re 21 now.” Colby said sitting down next to Sam. As much as Colby will always say he despises her, Kenzie has never heard him call her anything but Kenz.

“They are unsafe and gross Colby.” She replied with an eye roll of her own.

“You act like Sam or I… Sam will let anything happen to you.” He said with a simple shrug. Kenzie noticed how he tried to brush off him saying I however that seemed to be about the only word she stuck on to.

“I-I fine whatever.” Kenzie mumbled before standing up. Sam’s face lit up with joy as he turned to his best friend and told him to start sending invites.

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Kenzie didn’t quite know what came over her when she chose her outfit for the party. She never wore any sort of revealing dress but when her fingers touched the fabric I’m the back of the closet she felt compelled to put it on.

The tight black fabric hugged her body like a glove, showing off the curves she normally refused to show. The lace detailing on the cups is what sold her on the dress. She honestly forgot that she had bought it. Her best friend Hailey urged her to buy it for a case like this. She was thankful she listened.

“You are NOT wearing that!” Sam exclaimed as Kenzie walked down stairs. Kenzie rolled her eyes before walking further into the room.

“You can’t stop me Sam.” She replied snatching a seat on the couch. Sam mumbled something along the lines of ‘tonight isn’t going to be easy’ under his breath before sitting down next to her.

People began showing up slowly at first and then before she knew it their lake house was filled with drunk friends of Sam’s. All of his friends but the one she was wanting to see the most.

She tried to avoid people at the party but as soon as her friend Hailey showed up and convinced her to take her first drink of the night, it was like a flip inside of her had switched.

Kenzie always had been this way when she drank alcohol. She hated it at first but as soon as took a drink the switch was flipped and she was a whole new person.

Kenzie always hated parties but drinking with her friends was a completely different thing. Drinking with her friends was something she did often in high school and college but even more now.

“Let’s dance!” Hailey yelled to Kenzie who was already swaying her hips to the music. Hailey pulled Kenzie through the crowd and into the living room where the most dancing was.

The more sips of alcohol she took the more free she felt. She danced with her best friend, a large smile never leaving her lips. She was having fun at a party which is something she never thought that she would admit.

That was until she looked to the corner of the room and saw Colby. Well Colby’s back. Hands were in his hair as he made out with a girl against the rail of the stair case. A sharp pain shot through her chest as she witnessed the scene.

Hailey was quick to notice what happened and stepped in front of the girl and passed a new drink.

“Fuck him girl. If he can’t see how great you are then that’s his loss. Now drink up, there’s lots of attractive guys here.” She said tapping the drink in Kenzies hand. Without a thought Kenzie downed the drink and turned away from Colby and the girl.

“Time to party.” She said just loud enough for Hailey to hear which made her cheer.

Kenzie danced in a way she told herself she never would, the alcohol was making her confident. She swayed her hips to the music and laughed more than ever with Hailey. The alcohol taking over her senses.

She slowly felt hands snaking their way around her waist and at first she froze but a big thumbs up from Hailey and a peek at the guy was enough to make her keep dancing.

Jake Webber, another really good friend of Sam and Colby’s stood behind her, a large smile on his face.

“Are you having fun!” Kenzie slurred as they moved in sync to the music.

“Always! Sam always throws the best parties.” He said before spinning the girl around so they were facing each other.

She could feel eyes on her as she danced with Jake but she chose to ignore it.

“Hey I’m kind of thirsty. I’m going to go get a new drink.” Kenzie said with a smile. Jake matched her smile before letting his hands drop from her waist.

“Dance again when you are back?” He asked, while reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A slight blush took over her cheeks as she nodded.

When Kenzie got to the kitchen it was surprisingly empty. She had expected at least some people to be in here.

She reached forward to grab a drink off the counter before a voice interrupted her.

“Jake Webber really?” Kenzie turned towards Colby who stared at her with a raised eyebrow. She felt his eyes drop toward her chest before slowly making their way down her body. Every part of her felt on fire under his gaze.

“He’s nice.” She said trying to shrug off her feelings.

“He’s just trying to get in your pants.” Colby said calmly. A lump began to form in her throat before she swallowed it.

“H-how do you know that?” She said unsteadily. Colby smirked at her.

“He’s been slowly riding your dress up all night. Anyone drunk or sober could see what his intentions are.” His words were like daggers shooting at her.

Then it was like her switch came back on and her confidence was back.

“So what if he is? Maybe I want to sleep with him too?” Colby’s smirk was wiped off his face and you could see something flash in his eyes.

“Don’t dance with him anymore tonight Kenz.” He started before walking closer towards her. Every step he took forward she took one back, until her back hit the back of the counter.

Colby pressed himself tightly against the girl before grabbing onto her chin making sure she was looking right at him.

“And don’t you dare fuck him.” He whispered harshly. Kenzies breath came out in pants as she stared at him.

She watched as his eyes trailed down to her lips. Everything in her wanted him to kiss her but before she knew it he let go of her chin backed up.

Out of a fit of anger and humiliation she stared straight at Colby, knowing what she was going to say next would add fuel to the flame.

“Watch me.” She said before walking around him and out of the kitchen.

It didn’t take her long to find Jake in the crowd of people. He was talking with a few of his buddies, those who he shewed off when she walked up to him.

It was like no time had passed and the two instantly began dancing once again as a new song came on. Jakes hands snaked around her waist as she grinded against him.

She knew Colby was watching, she could feel the heat of his gaze. So when she looked up it didn’t surprise her that she instantly locked eyes with him… and he was seething.

Anger swam around in his eyes along with something Kenzie had never seen in him before. Jealousy.

Kenzie looked away for what felt like a split second before she was pulled away from Jake and was being pulled through the crowd of people. She instantly recognized the mop of black hair.

Colby shoved her into her room at the lake house before turning around and locking the door behind him.

Colby stood facing the door for what felt like an eternity before he turned and faced Kenzie. The room was silent besides of their heavy breathing.

“You’re so fucking infuriating.” Colby snapped at her. She went to speak but before she could say anything Colby closed the distance and smashed his lips onto hers.

“I think you were jealous. If you wanted to kiss me you could’ve just asked” Kenzie panted after he pulled away, a small smile on her lips. He smirked down at her and pressed his lips to hers once more.

“Just shut up Kenz.” He said before kissing her once again.

[loungingbear]

I hope someday, I can live without fearing I've said something wrong, that every choice I make is a mistake, not to be called a victim. I feel like a fucking loser for not letting go of shit that's been long over, for over half of my life span. I hate that I feel like my pain isn't valid. I've had to grow up with an alchoholic mother and a drug addict father that didn't give enough of a damn about their son. I had to grow up masking around a shitty crowd of people that were my only chance of not feeling alone, even in that shitty racist hell hole of a town. Having to know my father is in jail as I graduated. Being left alone somewhere because dad decided to get drunk and just throw me anywhere. Better than when I have to sit alone in the dark and wait for a mother to return because I can't stay at my grandparents because my drunken father nearly assaulted me, again. Having to run to a friends house to call the police to because I was afraid he'd hurt my mom. The same mother who took in a dangerous piece of shit, who constantly harassed me along with his children. Growing up having to constantly leave home, because dad is drinking again. Coming home to blood in the carpet and a gun on the couch, but having to get ready and dressed for school. Having brothers and sisters that don't give a rats ass about you, hating you because "your parents love you more." If you wanted their fucking love, you could have had it. Cutting off all of them now so I can have a bit of brevity. But at least I had friends during all this time right? My best friend set me up with someone who's homophobic, almost outed me to my parents via valentines grams at my school and constantly harassed me until I was finally out of school. Only one person from that town, I still care about, and I probably won't ever see her again. But at least online was alright though right? No, ontop of everyhing, online I was stupidly trying to make friends with people, falling in with people who turned out to be gross fucking people of the furry fandom. If anyone knows of the names, Tamias6, Skorksis, Tanookicatoon. It fucking sucks growing up knowing what's right, when you see the cracks in the people who you thought you could FINALLY FUCKING TRUST. AND YOU HAVE TO LEAVE, BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT SAFE FOR YOU, OR ANYONE. But really, nothing tops Tokimasu Blazer. Imagine, you find a group of friends you finally feel at home with, you get close to someone specific in the group. They pretend they've killed themselves. And now you have to sit there while everyone else freaks out. And what would you do? I told everyone the truth. Tokimasu came back, miffed that he couldn't just slink off. Now threatening suicide for real. It's too the point I can hardly talk about my feeling anymore, this being here, is a fucking miracle I was able to say any of this. I never feel like I can ever get any sort of break. All I've ever felt like I've had in life, is to lose everything I thought I'd hold dear, for all of it to ALWAYS fall apart. Even friendships that felt stable, I've watched people just grow and leave, knowing them before their current sonas even. I don't even know where to go from here anymore, my whole life is a fucking mess and I have no idea how to.. do anything about it. I'm trying to do therapy, but my first.. legitimate checkup in probably a decade is in November. Going to try and get to therapy or something. At this point, I'm just a hermit, curled up in my room, self medicating, just hoping things will get better. But the way I look outside and here the news, I feel like the world is going to end this year. Probably why I took the time to type this out, because I have so little hope anymore for anything.

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Two, Part 5

"Yeah, he got here, like, an hour ago?" That was Amber's only flaw. The word like. Yeah, I get she was young and that seems to be one of those things with every generation, but it always drove me nuts then. It drives me nuts now. Anybody else does that, I'm liable to just walk away. And then people think I'm rude, not knowing walking away is better than letting out my inner asshole. I don't like letting that out. I like it too much. And that scares me.

"Oh cool. This been it since you've been in?" I motioned around the room.

"Pretty much. And they were done eating when I got in. So about a half hour of making whiskey cokes." Amber liked her job. When she got to be what she thought a bartender was. She should've been working at seem theme bar, where the bartenders have stupid games and stupid little dances. Not making the same five drinks for the same five type of people that came here.

The five types? First dates; we're affordable for the type of food we put out. Be fancy without actually being fancy. Show off without destroying any chance to do anything for the rest of your night.

Celebration tables: some kid just aced his dissertation, so the friends and family wanted to celebrate. At least once every couple of weeks we have a table of at least ten people. And a lot of those times, these people don't understand how to make a reservation.

Quick business meetings: even on the edges of Riverwest and the Eastside, there sat the people who wore three-piece suits to work and made deals with five digits at the least. They ate fast, efficient and never left a mess. Or a good tip.

The tourist; this person has no idea how they got here. They wandered in somehow, and just said fuck it. They'll stick with the flow. They'll love the place for the night, and usually their waitress got a pretty bad ass tip from them. Tourists, are honestly the best to work for. I love them. No matter what, they will love the food. They care about nothing but the experience.

And finally, the middle-aged date night; these are depressing to watch. Two people who at one point loved each other and got married. Now they've gotten old, and busy, and life isn't this bright and full of opportunities. The spark died, and they don't want to admit it. So they try every trick in the book. And one of those, and it never worked, was weekly date nights. And every so often, they would show up here.

Those were the main five types. I mean there were other sorts that came in. But those were the five. The table right now, drinking? Business meeting that apparently went very well.

We clacked our shot glasses together and downed them. Amber made a gross face. She never was a fan of whiskey, and I was not a fan of vodka, which was usually her choice. I, on the other hand, enjoyed the smooth shot. Good whiskey is good whiskey.

I hopped off the stool. "I'll talk to you later. I should go see what Skeletor is doing." I said, grabbing my jacket and heading for the swinging door that separated the kitchen from the rest of the building.

"See you later," Amber said, going back to marrying bottles and wiping a spotless bar down even more than she needed.

"Skeletor!" I shouted as I came into the kitchen. I was officially and fully in the work part of my personality. The loudness, the living. The things you have to be to be a good manager.

"'Sup!" He shouted back from the line. He was there, a black t-shirt and blue jeans covered with a black apron. An apron that stopped above his knees. We only had one apron that fit him and it had gotten covered by a spilt pot of tomato sauce. Our laundry was done on Thursday nights, so he'd always have it on the weekend. Maybe you don't think of how your kitchen looks, but we do, and we do have the uniform. Burns and cuts lining the forearms. Pen or pencil in the ear. A sauce covered apron covering our clothes,

"How we standing?" I asked, walking into the back office, where the three desks stood. One was mine, the most covered in paper and it looked very messy to the untrained eye. But I knew where everything actually was so don't fucking touch it. Angela's desk was spot less and clean. Not a paper clip out of place. Just like her. We didn't get along all that well. And then Amber's desk. It was covered in little nick-nacks that she'd brought in. Even her laptop had a dorky sticker on it. I threw my jacket on the desk, grabbed an apron and headed back to where Justin was chopping up an onion.

[jellys-toy-collection]

triggering vent

wow having no power for days is totally miserable, it's still out and will be out for idk how long but i managed to charge my computer. my grandpa and uncle are staying home every day and they are so cranky my uncle went on a huge detailed rant about how he could let's say easily ~end us~ all and exactly how he would do it and how it would be the best day of his life. then he started blasting really misogynistic gross music literally the first line was something like 'women are stupid i just have s*x with them' and i told him to turn it off. then him and my grandpa mocked me saying ''what do you want to listen to, teletubbies greatest hits or something??'' implying i am immature for not wanting to listen to trash. my uncle started talking about his childhood and i just said 'yeah i understand' to try and support him but then he started laughing saying i have no idea and acting like i've never been through anything bad in my life. he has no idea the kind of stuff i've gone through because i can't even bring myself to talk about it. try going through CSA for years and years at the hands of so many people and then every single person around you blaming you, having absolutely no support system through it, while also going through endless other kinds of abuse and no one to turn to. there was not a single moment in my childhood i felt loved or safe. everyone who was supposed to be loving or safe was super abusive to me. there were nights i legit thought i was going to die because fights got so bad and my family treated me like i was so worthless i felt like they would have no issue or guilt killing me. my nana had me put chairs behind my bedroom door some nights 'just in case' because even she felt that way. my uncle constantly mocks me in this way and downplays everything i've been through. then the topic of cleaning the house came up bc it's super bad like there are rooms you can't even walk into bc there's so much stuff. but the vast majority is not mine. but he just fixated on me and was like 'literally everything you own is garbage ur almost -redacted age- get a F-ing clue!!" and then proceeded to berate all my hobbies and interests saying i have no life. i said i do art and photography and all he does is drink. he just laughed at me and said ''well *I* have friends" and made fun of me for not having friends. but i do have friends, they're names are henry and rainbowkitty and they are the best friends ever. i didn't say that though because they were sitting in the other room and i knew he would say something like they aren't real or they're stupid, and i don't want them to have to ever hear that stuff. idk i didn't think it would bother me much, when he was saying it all i just kinda scoffed at him and told him he's wrong. but when i went to put henry and rainbowkitty to bed i just started bawling my eyes out seeing their little faces and i hate when they see me cry. it just sucks that everything i do and the only things that bring me any happiness are always seen as stupid to everyone else and no matter how hard i try it's never enough. all day every day all i hear from my family is how stupid and worthless and weird i am. i wish it was just me and henry and rainbowkitty but i don't think that's ever going to happen so idk what to do. i wish i could just die but i can't leave them alone

[miracleweaponhunt]

Miracle Weapon Hunt Chapter 30: Is This It?

No way this was it.

The kiss felt…gross? Their tongues pushed against each other like some kind of bizarre species of slugs while their lips were pressed together. That was it? That couldn’t have been it.

“You doing okay?” Willow asked. “All good?”

Something was showing on her face. Disappointment, confusion, she didn’t know what.

“Um, I think something I ate during dinner didn’t go down right. Mind if I use your bathroom before we do anything else?”

During the party, Cassandra was trying out all the alcoholic drinks she could, slamming back shots while Rory was lying on the table. Sylvestro was laughing with her, also getting mildly tipsy off the serving trays offerings, with Fen Hou dragging him away before anything got worse. Cassandra took one more shot of Witburn before her phone rang. She discreetly removed it from her bust and answered it.

“Hello?” She whispered, going to a quieter part of the room.

“Cass?” Roxanne asked, her voice waving.

“Roxanne? Something up?”

“I’m in Willow’s bathroom and can’t go out without it being…really bad. Just come up and try to think of a reason to get me out.”

Cassandra shut her phone and walked over to Julian, casually drinking a glass of milk next to Javier.

“We gotta go, it’s about Roxanne.” She spoke. Julian gave a quick nod and downed his milk, following her to the door where a lanky servant came holding a plate of drinks.

“Is there a reason you have to leave?”

“Where’s Roxanne?”

“Willow’s friend, correct?” He asked. “I believe she had lady problems to attend to.”

“Well, I need to see her.”

“There’s no reason to leave for the next few hours outside of emergencies. Now then, enjoy the festivities.”

Cassandra pushed the doofus in front of her to the side, with Julian rushing behind him to break his fall. Once he knew he wouldn’t sustain any major damage from this height, he let go and let gravity run its course, following Cassandra to Willow’s room.

Willow answered her door to see a mildly concerned Cassandra standing in front of her.

“You need something?” She asked, glancing around the hallway.

“Yeah, it’s about Roxanne.” Cassandra started, trying to sound casual. “I got a call from her, and I’m pretty sure she…died in your bathroom.”

“She what?” Willow asked, looking over at her door.

“Yeah, we’ll take her out.”

Cassandra pushed past Willow as she knocked on the door. The door unlocked, and Cassandra walked in and carried Roxanne out of the room. Julian moved Willow aside to ensure nothing collided.

“Okay…mind explaining what’s up?” Julian asked, standing in front of Willow’s door in case she tried getting out.

“I kissed her, right?” Roxanne said to Julian’s nodding face. “And it was all nice and romantic until that point. But then when we actually began to kiss it felt so…gross? Like, it felt like I shouldn’t have been there.”

“Eh, I wouldn’t look too deep into it. You weren’t as into Willow as you thought. This happens.” Cassandra said, putting a comforting hand on Roxanne’s shoulder. Next person you find, you’ll get them.”

“But will she?” Julian asked.

Cassandra furrowed her brow at him. “Yeah.”

Julian opened his mouth, paused for a second then let his thoughts out.

“Look, Roxanne. Do you really know if you’re cut out for this?”

“Cut out for what?”

“You know, the whole…romance thing. Because I see you just kind of latch onto the first person we meet, go on a date or two, and then abandon them after it goes nowhere.”

“Julian, what are you saying?” Cassandra asked.

“It’s just a pattern I’ve noticed.” Julian said. “Look, I’m not trying to draw any conclusions for you, but did you see anything long term between any of the people you dated?”

“Well, no, but It’s not like I had the option to find the best of the best or anything.”

“Two were close to Lux leaders, and one’s literally gonna become one. How are they not the best of the best?”

“Well, I mean…there’s more to it all than all that…right?”

“Way more.” Cassandra nodded.

“Look, maybe put a pause on the whole love thing for a while, okay? Because as I see it, you don’t even know what you want out of it.”

“What are you saying?!” Roxanne asked, getting up to Julian’s face.

“Look, listen to me. Cassandra likes men, Willow likes women, I like both. Maybe you just like nothing.”

A shock went through Roxanne’s heart when that word was said. She felt a force close in on her she just had to break out of. She clutched her necklace, and as if it was guiding her, an idea made it’s way into her head.

“I’m something! I love people! I-I love a lot of people! Like you!”

“I’m sorry, what?” Julian took a brief step back as Roxanne approached him. Roxanne pulled him close and pressed their lips together.

It didn’t feel good.

Julian managed to pry her off him, accidentally shoving her to the ground. Cassandra ran over to pick her up, and Roxanne immediately went to kiss her, closing their lips together. Cassandra calmly tried to push her away and put one hand over her mouth.

“Roxanne, are you okay?” She asked.

“More than okay!” Roxanne yelled. “I’m in love!”

“Are you?” Julian asked from behind them, looking slightly unnerved.

“Yes!”

“Who, even?”

Roxanne stood in silence for a brief moment, before falling on her knees.

“I don’t know!”

Willow stepped out of her room to see what was happening, and Julian just gestured for her to go back to her room.

“So, I’ve been sent to look for…”

Kazumi’s voice slowly diminished as she saw whatever was happening in front of her. Roxanne took one look at her and slowly began to run down the hallway.

“So, what did I miss?” Kazumi asked, looking at the worried faces of Julian and Cassandra.

“She’s just having a…mild crisis, so to speak.” Julian sighed, gazing at the path Roxanne tread on.

“Oh damn, over what?”

“She’s been having trouble finding love when we landed in new places. And when I asked if she even knew what she wanted, she started panicking and ran off.”

“That wasn’t it.” Cassandra sighed. “He started asking if she could even feel romantic feelings, and that’s when she started panicking.”

“Ah, it’s that kind of crisis.” Kazumi said. “Listen, you two and Willow need go back to the dining hall, and I’ll track Roxanne down. Sound good?”

“If you can get her out of her mood.” Julian nodded. “If I were to guess, she’d go inside her room seeing as she doesn’t know the layout of this place.”

Roxanne lay on her bed, trying not let tears leak from her face onto her dress. She was ready for this her whole life. All the shows she watched, all the music she listened to, it was all in preparation for her journey of love. She played the song she always returned to in her head. Raided Hearts by Diamond Dragons. The song about two people taking solace in heartbreak before finding each other was so beautiful. So why couldn’t she recall the lyrics? Before she finally heard a knock at the door.

“Hey Roxanne, you in there?”

Kazumi’s voice.

“I’m…getting changed!”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” She replied coolly. “I heard about what happened.”

“What, exactly? A lot of things happened lately, especially to me! I’d probably rank in the top ten of people doing things when you think about it.”

“I suppose, yes.” Kazumi said from behind the door. “But you only signed up to all of it to find someone to fall in love with you, right?”

“Well, what’s your point?” Roxanne asked, knocking some of her clothes on the floor to create the impression of something busy going on beyond the door.

“I’m saying that…I might be able to help you out a little. Because I might have been where you are right now.”

Roxanne stopped shuffling around her room. “In what way?”

“Well, you know, love. Or…the lack of it. You know, when everyone and everything around you is telling you to fall in love. Your friends all get in relationships and start spending less time with you. Basically every song and movie is about love or has it shoved in there. Because it’s what people want to see. On a screen, in a song, and in you. And when you learn you just…can’t feel it, it’s tiring. Frustrating, even. You start thinking you’re broken. That there’s some level of society that you’ll never be able to reach. And then you don’t really know what to do with yourself.”

“So what are you saying?”

“Just that…whatever you’re feeling, it’s fine. Being ace is fine.”

Roxanne didn’t reply. Kazumi silently fist-bumped the door, not knowing how to finish the conversation. She turned around to a young servant girl looking distressed behind her.

“Miss Kazumi, there’s been some news delivered in the dining hall. Everyone has to attend to discuss the next course of action.”

Kazumi knocked on the door.

“Roxanne? We have to leave. You don’t have to think about what I just said, but something important just happened downstairs.”

Roxanne silently walked out. As she walked past Kazumi, all she did was nod. The servant went to get Willow, who reunited with the two of them.

“Hey, mind telling me what’s up?” She asked.

“No idea.” Kazumi replied.

Julian and Cassandra met up with them and were filled in on the situation. The five of them walked into the hall, where everyone was turned to statues with the news. A single servant stood before all of them, his eyes darting around the room in a nervous panic. With nothing to do, Willow tapped Javier on the shoulder.

“Hey, what happened?” She whispered.

Javier turned around, his hands shaking.

“Over in Sangaria.” He said through quivering lips. “Marcel was killed, and the shield was taken.”

[imjusttryingtolivemylife1]

Michael: Depressed

TRIGGER WARNING

This story mentions suicide, and depression. Read at your own risk.

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Michael’s life was going great. Touring with his band was the best feeling ever, considering how far they had come. His bandmates were his best friends, and he had a wonderful girlfriend,  who didn't just use him for his money. 

He was happy all the time. He loved his bandmates, and his girlfriend more than anything else in the world. He loved his fans, and twitch streaming was his favourite hobby.

His life was perfect. He couldn’t ask for anything better. 

Until that night. 

It was January 19th, 2019. (this date is just made up :))

Him and Abigail were going to dinner. He had been planning their date for weeks, and couldn't be more excited. He checked himself, and fixed himself in the mirror. He looked at the ring once more, and tucked it into his inside pocket.

It was the night he had been waiting for forever. He hoped she would say yes, and he was sure she would. They loved each other more than anything. But the nerves were still there.  

His phone buzzed, and a message from her appeared on the screen.

‘Hey Mikey, can we reschedule? Im not feeling well :(‘

He read the text a couple times before responding. Yes he was excited, but to him, she mattered more than anything to him. I guess the proposal would have to wait. 

‘Of course baby. Do you need anything?’

‘Im okay, thanks’ 

And with that, his amazing date-to-be was canceled. He had to wait a little while longer to claim his soon-to-be fiance. He had everything planned out. 

He sighed, and called the restaurant to cancel the plans. He was a little disappointed, but he'd be fine. He decided to stream for a little while to get his mind off things. 

He was only live for a few short minutes when the comments started coming in.

“Ew ,why does he look like that?” someone said

“Looks like someones been eating too much XD” 

“Bruh, go get a tan lmao”

He shut off the stream. He decided to go see what everyone else was up to. He walked into the living room of the boys' shared flat. The boys were all playing FIFA. 

“Oooooo Hey Mikey!” Luke exclaimed. 

“Hey guys.” Michael sat on the couch beside Ashton

“Are you ready for your date tonight? To Propose! Wait, that's tonight right?” Ashton questioned, confusing himself

“It was, but not anymore. Abigail canceled. I guess she's not feeling well enough to go” Michael sighed.

“Oh really? I'm so sorry.” Ashton replied. 

“You guys wanna go to- I don't know, somewhere?” Ashton added, seeing Michaels sad expressions.

“Oooo We should go to the steakhouse! I love steak!” Luke practically yelled.

“Okay. Michael, is that okay” Ashton wanted to make sure he wanted to first. It's no fun trying to have fun with someone who doesn't want to have fun.

“Yeah. That sounds great actually” Michael smiled. This night was going to be great after all. 

“Okay we’ll leave in 20” Ashton said, leaving the room to shower. 

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They all loaded into Michael's car, and headed to the steakhouse. It wasn't a far drive , and shouldnt take them that long.

When they arrived, they had to wait for about 10 minutes. It was a popular place, and was really busy. He was still a little disappointed remembering the ring, but he was excited to have fun with his best friends.

They walked in, and the waiter sat them in a booth, Michael sat by Luke, and Calum by Ashton. The waiter asked them what they wanted to drink. 

Luke ordered a Coke.

Ashton ordered a Tea

Calum ordered a Tea

Michael ordered a water, remembering the twitch comments from earlier. 

“I thought you thought water was gross?” Ashton questioned. 

“Eh, I don’t drink enough” Michael replied, adding a fake half laugh for effect. 

The waiter came back with the drinks, and got their orders. 

They all ordered Steak, except Luke who ordered chicken tenders.

“You're such a child” Michael laughed

They started talking about upcoming shows and touring. They created a set list, and opening songs. By the time they had finished, Michael was more insecure than before. And it wasn't anyone's fault.

Was he really good at singing? Or did everyone feel bad for him?

Does he actually belong in the band?

‘I bet their looking to replace me’ Michael told himself.

He felt useless all the sudden.

Did his best friends hate him?

He was pathetic. Fucking pathetic. 

The waiter came back with their food. Everyone started eating, except michael. Who just sat there, staring at his steak. 

Nobody mentioned it though. They knew he was upset, and they didn't want to upset him anymore. He sat there and picked at his food, taking a bite every so often.

“Who’s up for ice cream? I could use a banana milkshake!” Ashton laughed.

“What kind of question is that? I love ice cream!” Luke chimed in

“Of course you would. You're literally a 5 year old.” Calum laughed

“Am not”

“Are too”

“Am not”

“Oh my god. You're both children, grow up’ Ashton interrupted, followed by all three of the boys laughing. 

The waiter brought the check. Ashton paid, and they all left. 

They drove to get ice cream, about 15 minutes away from where they were. The whole ride was all the boys, including Michael who cheered up a bit at this point, blasting sgfg and singing along. There was some dancing, except from Michael, who was busy driving. 

Once they had arrived at the ice cream place, they all went inside to order. Ashton of course ordered a Banana Milkshake, and Luke got Cookies and Cream. Calum got Mint Chocolate Chip, and Michael got Chocolate Ice Cream.  

Then it happened. 

They were walking out of the store, which was crowded by the way, and then he saw her. 

Who was she with?

“Abi-” He started, when the guy leaned down and kissed her.

His heart shattered.

“Michael? What's wron-” Ash stoped mid sentence. He saw it. 

“Come on.” He grabbed Michaels arm and brought him twarts the car. 

They got in the car. Ashton decided to drive, and convinced Michael to sit in the back with Calum. 

As soon as they got in the car, Michael burst into tears. 

The love of his life- His whole life, just betrayed him. 

He couldn't believe it. He cried. He couldn't talk. He couldn't breathe. He just cried. 

It was a silent ride home. The only sound made was Michael's brief sniffles and sobs in the background.

They got home, and Michael just went to his room. He laid there. He just laid there. For hours, and cried.

Then he had to go to the bathroom. He was too sad, so he just held it. 

How could he not have seen this coming? 

He thought she loved him.

Because he loved her. And so he thought she loved him.

He cried off and on for a few hours. He tried not to think about her, he really did, but every single second, all he saw was her kissing him. 

He continued to try to think of ways to make himself feel better. All the advice he’d ever given, or had been given. Then he remembered.

Ashton told him once that when he was younger, he would cut his arms with a razor. It helped him feel better. 

Maybe he could do that.

Or maybe he shouldn't.

But maybe he could try.

He looked at the posters above his head. Almost all of them had pictures of the band. He took one of the pins out of the corner, letting the poster fall slightly. 

He stared at it for a minute, not knowing if what he was doing was right. Maybe it would help. 

He pressed the tip of the pin against the bottom of his wrist. He pushed it in slightly, feeling the pain of the tip stabbing him. He slowly pulled across his wrist, wincing in pain. He continued to drag it over the entirety of his wrist. He slowly made a few more going up his arm. Then he stopped. 

He looked at wrist. What had he just done. He had purposely hurt himself.

Maybe he should tell someone.

Or maybe he shouldn't. 

He stared at the blood dripping down his wrists. He didn’t cry anymore. He couldn’t.

He checked the time on his phone. It was 3:27 am.

Well. It's been around 6 hours, and nobody bothered to check on him. 

He sighed. He needed to go to the bathroom. After about 10 minutes of trying to get the energy, he shakily stood up and walked to the bathroom. He flipped on the lights and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn’t look good. He went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and walked back to his room. He climbed back into his bed and stared at the ceiling. He soon fell asleep.

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He awoke a few hours later. Or that's what he thought, before he checked the time. He flipped his phone on, and the numbers read 4:30 pm.

“Jesus” he said out loud. 

After laying there for a few minutes, He got up and went to the bathroom. Getting up was a little easier this time. 

He then walked out to the living room. The boys were sitting in the living room playing FIFA.

Michael felt left out. He knew why they didn’t bother him, and quite honestly, he was glad they didn’t. He wanted to be alone anyway. Then he remembered.

His wrists. He looked down to make sure they were still covered, which they were. He sighed and walked into the living room. The three boys turned to look at him, all at once.

“The zombie has risen!” Ashton exclaimed, earning a slap by Calum.

“Be nice” Calum playfully scolded. 

Ashton rolled his eyes. “Wanna play?”

“No thanks. I just came to get some water.” 

“Okay.. If you need anything, let us know” He frowned

“Yep” and with that, he grabbed a water bottle and went back to his room. 

He sat on his bed. He couldn't do this, his chest hurt. He felt horrible. 

He felt unloved.

He felt his world come crashing down. His girlfriend never gave a shit about him. Why was he even in this fucking band. He didn’t deserve what he has. The fans, the friends. 

Or maybe he didn't have any. Maybe his friends just felt bad for him. The fans probably didn't like him either. Why would they? He was just some lazy fuck up whose life doesn’t matter to anyone. 

He let out a choked sob as he felt the tears on his cheeks. He didn’t even realise he’d been crying. He laid down and buried his face into his pillow. 

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He didn’t remember it, but he must have fallen asleep while crying, because when he woke up, his face was buried in his wet, tear-soaked pillow.

He rolled up his sleeves. His cuts had scabbed over. He needed more. It felt so good last time. 

He took the pin from his bedside table. He rolled down his other sleeve and pressed the pin into his skin. He made three. He had five going down one arm, and three going down the other. 

He just stared at them. He wanted to cry, but he knew he needed to stop with the tears. They were childish, and he was pathetic. 

He hadn’t eaten in two days. His stomach started to hurt a little. He couldn’t take it anymore. He wasn’t needed anymore. He stood, went to his desk, and sat down. He pulled out a piece of paper, and a pen. He started to write letters to everyone.

One was addressed to friends.

One to his family, with separate ones to his mum and dad. 

One to his best friends, his band mates. 

And one to his fans.

There wasn't enough space to write everything he needed to. There shouldn’t have been an end to the note. There was still so much he had to say. 

Now he was ready. He just needed a way to do it.

He walked out to the living room. It was 11, so he thought everyone would still be awake, which they were. Well, Luke and Calum were. 

“Guys? Where's Ashton?” He wanted to say a goodbye to them in person, and he knew that Ashton had a variety of different pills. He knew you could overdose on ibuprofen, which he knew Ashton had. 

“He went to the store. He said he didn't feel well and went to get some cough drops. WHatcha need? Luke questioned, eyes glued to the tv.

“Nothing. Nevermind” He turned to walk back to the room, when the door opened and Ashton walked in.

“Nevermind, there he is” Luke grinned

“Yeah i'm here, You okay Mikey?” Ashton sympathetically questioned.

“Yeah, I just um” He started. 

Was this something he should really do? 

“I was wondering if you had any ibuprofen. I've got a bit of a headache” he finished.

He needed to, He was too prepared to go back now. 

“Yeah, there's some in my bathroom cabinet” He began to walk back to the living room “Oh and you should probably eat something, that could help.” He smiled before sitting down with the other two boys.

“Okay thanks” He already started walking back to his room. He stopped and turned around.

 “I love you guys.” He said with tears in his eyes. 

“We love you too, is everything okay?” Ashton said, getting immediately alert.

“Yeah, I just wanted you to know that.” And with that he walked back to his room.

He walked to the cabinet. He took two handfuls of the small white pills, and walked back to his room. 

He sat there for about an hour, thinking about whether this is what he wanted to do or not, but his mind was already made up.

He took the water on his table, and took the pills. 

One by one. He texted his mum and dad and told them he loved him. He waited for a few minutes. 

Then he got scared. He didn’t want to say goodbye. He wasn’t ready yet. He began to cry. He decided to call someone who wouldn't be mad at him

He picked up his phone and tapped on Liam’s contact. 

“Michael? It's 1:30 in the morning. Are you okay?’ He heard a yawn from the other end and he immediately felt guilty. 

“Nothing. Sorry. I'm okay.” And he went to hang up

“No no don’t hang up. What's wrong? You sound upset.” 

“I just-” He choked on a sob. He couldn’t breathe. 

“I t-took too many pills liam. Im scared. Help me please.” He choked out. He was full on bawling now. 

“You took pills micael? What kind? Michael answered me!” Liam practically screamed into the phone.

“Ibuprofen” He choked out.

“Shit. Listen buddy. I need you to go wake up Ashton. Im five minutes away”

“But i don’t want t-” 

“Michael please.”

“Okay.” 

“Ill be there in five minutes. You don't even have to explain. I will when I get there. Just wake him up and tell him I said to get dressed.” Liam tried to calm him. 

“Okay” And he hung up.

He shakily walked to Ashtons room. He didn't even get to the bed when Ashton shot up. 

“Mikey? Whats wrong?” he frantically stood up. 

“I- Liam said-” He started.

“Liams said what? Ill beat the shit outta him” Ashton said angrily\

“No Liam said to get dressed” He finished.

“Okay..?’ Ashton threw on some clothes as Liam walked through the door. He had Louis with him.

“Louis with Ashton. Michael, lets go” 

“Where are we-” Ashton started

“Louis will explain on the way. Now let's go” Liam instructed. 

Ashton looked really confused, and really scared.

“You wanna explain what's going on yet?” He questioned

“Michael took a bunch of pills. He wanted to kill himself. Then he got scared and he called Liam for help. Liam called poison control, and told him to take  him to the hospital because it could kill him.”

Ashton froze. 

“Come on” They walked out the door.

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“Damn it Michael, how many did you take?!?” He yelled, frustrated

“I don’t know, okay? It's not like I counted them!” He shouted back

Liam sighed in frustration. 

“Look, when we get there, they’re gonna ask. And they’re probably going to want to admit you for observation. Don’t act aggressive or anything. I'm gonna try to get them to let you come home. We can tell them that you'll stay with me. Don’t be scared, just go along with it, alright?” Liam explained, a little more sympathetically

“Two handfuls”

“What?”

“Two handfuls. I took two handfuls.” 

“Really? Fucking christ Michael.” 

They sat in silence for the next few minutes. Though the minutes felt like hours. He hates himself right now. If he wasn’t so pathetic, he would still probably be in bed, or even better, maybe dead.

“Why’d you do it? We love you. We could have helped you.” Liam sighed. He had an upset sounding tone to his voice.

“I don’t want help, Liam. I just want it to stop.” He choked

“I just want the pain to go away.”

The rest of the ride was silent. Nobody said anything.

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“You okay?”

 They had been driving, and Ashton hadn’t said a word. Louis was getting a little concerned. 

“It's my fault.” Ashton finally said.

“What do you mean? This has nothing to do with you.” Louis questioned.

“I shouldn’t have suggested dinner.”

“He would've found out anyway.”

Ashton sighed. 

“I told him”

“Told him what?’

“About me. What I-”

The realization suddenly hit him.

“Do you think he- His arms- I told him it helped. Fuck, this is my fault.” Ashton started crying. 

“No this isn’t your fault. You can’t control his decisions. It'll be okay, We can get him help, okay?”

“Yeah”

Ashton silently cried the rest of the way there. What had he done?

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They pulled in the Accidents and Emergency entrance. They walked inside, Michael was shaking. They walked up to the desk.

“Hello ma’am. I called about 30 minutes ago about the-” Liam Started

“Yes sir, right this way. We have a room ready for him.” The nurse motioned for them to follow. 

She took them to their room, and let them get situated. Liam texted Louis, and told him and ashton to get ahold of the other boys to let them know what was going on, and hopefully keep this all off the news,

A doctor came in to get Michaels weight, height, and blood pressure. They then did some bloodwork to check his drug levels, to see what the medicine was doing.

They were happy to inform the boy that they had caught the ibuprofen early enough to stop it before it could do any harm.

They had him drink an orange drink to help with his potassium levels, then sent in a physiatrist. 

“You want me to leave?” Liam questioned. He wanted Michael to feel comfortable.

“No. Please stay. I don’t want to be alone.”

“Okay, you sure?”

“Yeah.”

The physiatrist walked in, and began trying to talk to him.

“So what made you take these pills, Michael?”

“I don’t know”

“Okay.. How many did you take?”

“I don’t know.”

“Alrigty then. Are there any events that have happened recently that would make you want to harm yourself?”

“I don’t know.”

The doctor sighed. 

“Michael, I hate to tell you, but taking the pills doesn’t make you forget. If you don’t start talking soon, we’ll have to admit you for close observation.” 

Michael sighed.

“I'll give you the basics of what happened. I was supposed to propose to my girlfriend, and she canceled. I went out with my friends, best friends, to cheer myself up. I saw her kissing someone else. Then some people called me f-fat and w-worthless and I can’t handle it anymore” He choked out

“I see.” The doctor wrote some things on his notepad. 

“I’ll leave you be for a little bit.” Then he walked out.

As soon as he left, Michael started bawling. 

Liam walked over and hugged him. Louis walked in, and Ashton followed with red eyes. 

Liam moved out of the way, to make room for ashton. Ashton and Michael looked at eachother, then Ashton walked over and gave him a hug. 

Nobody said anything. 

About 3 hours later, a doctor came in and released them. They had tried to keep Michael for a day or two of observation, but Liam not-so-politely declined. 

It was now 5 in the morning. 

Liam filled out the papers for the dismissal, then they left. It was an awkward silence, with nobody really ready to talk about it. 

Everyone in the band had been informed of the situation and was told not to say anything about it. 

The all climbed into Liam’s car. Harry had to come get Louis’ for something earlier, and began the drive home.

Michael was stuck in his own thoughts. What if their fans found out what he had done? What if they would think of him as weak? What would they think of him?

They pulled into the driveway. 

Ashton and Michael climbed out of the car. Michael went inside while Ashton talked to Louis and Liam for a few minutes. 

He went inside and climbed into his bed,

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Michael didn’t say anything. It was Ashton. He walked in the room, and stood in the doorway.

“It’ll be alright. I don’t want to say I know what you’re going through, because I don’t, but It’ll be okay.”

They stood in silence for a few minutes.

“We’ll get through this. Together.” He shot him a slight smile, and left him to get some sleep.

[wolfanddragon98]

Dude...

I would read that book in a heartbeat tf.

Aww, damn. Those classmate love letters. You just gave me a flashback to a time where one of my classmates approached me with a note, he said something along the lines of "Hey (name of a mean girl in our class) told me to give you this." and thank fuck he told me that because this stupid mean girl tried to make it seems like this guy tried to confess his feelings for me in a note. She thought I really fell for it and started giggling with her friends, but after I threw the note in the nearest trash, made direct eye contact with her, gave her a fake smile and flipped her off as I walked away her smirk and laughter died. Nice try sweetie.

Prose: Ooooh. Good question. As of right now my favorite song comes from my home country and it's this little number.

It's just so full of sass and bad bitch energy. It came out in like 2003 so it's definitely an oldie, but I LOVE IT. The girl basically sings about how she belongs in heaven AND in hell. She can be nice and sweet, but she can also bring the thunder so you better watch out. I usually listen to it when I'm out and it's sunny outside. It just gives me so much positive energy.

Rain: Washing the dishes in the WORST chore. Some people say how theraputic it is and shit and I'm like what? Girl, give me a vaccum, I'll clean the entire bathroom, I'll wash the floors, etc. I would much rather do that than wash the dishes. There's no worse feeling in the world than some soggy leftover food touching you as you try to clean the plate. *tries not to gag*

Journal: *looks away* Popping pimples. I know it's gross but it's so fucking satisfying. When I see pimples I grab some ear sticks (because it's easier to remove all the gunk that way) and I just go wild. 😭

Sweaters: I don't drink coffee as much (I try to limit myself) but when I want to treat myself to one I add one teaspoon of coffee maybe one and a half, two teaspoons of sugar and some milk. When it comes to tea I'll have any kind: green tea, fruit tea, etc. I'm not picky. But I usually drink black tea and I like it BITTER.

Desk-Sets: I mean...money would be convenient. 😅

Pens: I would say a perfect person is someone who feels like home. You just look at them and think: 'Ah yes. I can be my ugly, stupid, and annoying self around that person.' Sounds cheesy as hell, but listen I'm an introvert and homey vibes are the best. XD

Tears: Read, read, read, order some good food, watch a comfort movie, read, read, read.

White-Towels: I can be quite messy, but even I have my limits. When it gets really bad I literally have to clean EVERYTHING in my room because I want to feel good about myself. When I clean I like to go all the way. Wash the windows, dust, organize my desk, cupboards, sweep and wash the floors. My parents often joked that I'm one of the laziest people they know, but when I'm committed to something (like cleaning the entire room from top to bottom) I take no prisoners. When you see me with gloves and a bandana in my hair you know it's cleaning time. XD

<3 a dead poets question tag! <3

prose - what's your favorite song and why? lake - what would you change about yourself, if you could? parchment - if you wrote a book, what would it be about? secrets - what is your favorite fictional character and why? rain - unpopular opinion flower crowns - share one thing you'd like to happen this year journal - share a secret or guilty pleasure sweaters - how do you like your coffee or tea? if you don't like neither, what is your favorite drink that you have regularly? saxophones - what do you love most about your best friend? cinnamon - something or someone you miss window - how does the perfect date look like for you? hands - what's your favorite season and why? favorite weather? phone calls - is there something you wish you would've/not said or done in the past? turtlenecks - tell me about the person who influenced your life the most. a teacher, a friend, a partner. desk-sets - what do you want to get for your birthday? pens - how does the perfect person look like to you? not physically, but how does their aura blend in with the air? what color do they emanate? tell me all about it tears - what's your favorite thing to do on a lazy day? frost - what does rain remind you of? minimum 100 words! caves - share your favorite poem, either written by yourself or someone else freshly-cut grass - what color-palette would you paint your loved one in? creaky stairs - how does the perfect life sound like? past, present, future. what would you spend the rest of your years doing? dusty book shelves - write a letter for someone right here. something you wouldn't be able to say to their face. spit it all white towels - are you more messy or more organized? if you're messy, what's your excuse?