#there was a post i saw a few weeks ago asking what your one normie interest was or something along those lines? yeah

[adrialae]

my interests have really been turning more and more mainstream lately huh (first i played league of legends, now i’m reading the book series game of thrones was based off of)

[kimpossibly]

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐄 𝐒/𝐎

REQUEST: Hi! I really love your works, if its alright with you, can I please request Enid Sinclair with a human/normie s/o who she loves very much but her s/o is being stalked by their crazy ex-girlfriend who wants them back and also happens to be a werewolf. — anon

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hiiiiii!! Thank you so so much for the ask, this is adorable! I didn't know if you wanted a fic or headcanons, so I kind of mashed them up and did both!! I hope you enjoy this and let me know if you'd like it in a different format! NOTE: E/n = ex's name

PAIRING: enid sinclair x gn!reader WARNINGS: crazy ex-girlfriends, fighting, stalking

Needless to say, it's a pretty big deal when someone at Nevermore gets involved with a Normie.

Some might even say it's taboo, but everyone knows that the Normie gets the short end of the stick nine times out of ten.

So when another werewolf and you start dating, our lovely Queen of Gossip Enid knows from the very beginning

She's super into the relationship despite never having met you — she'll always ask for updates or to see photos of the two of you

But she can't deny the blushy, crushy feeling she gets whenever she sees you

Of course, she covers it up with things like "Oh my God, they're gorgeous!" or "You guys look so cute together!", but it doesn't do much to stave off the way her heart speeds up every time she sees you in photos

Enid figures out pretty quickly that she possibly maybe sort of has the sliiiiiightest crush on you. But you were dating her friend, and that meant you were off-limits.

So Enid did what she could to stave off all those giggly, fuzzy feelings she gets whenever she thinks about you

It didn't really work that well but whatever

Enid was so busy trying to stamp down her feelings that she completely missed your relationship turning sour

That's why it came as such a surprise to her when you broke up with her friend out of the blue

Enid put everything she had into being there for her friend — giving her tissues when she cried, planning fun movie nights to take her mind off of you

And all good feelings she had towards you dissolved the moment you made her friend cry

So when she saw you at the Weathervane one day while she was out in Jericho, she was ready to give you a piece of her mind

As she walked towards you, she wrote an entire monologue in her head, ready to spit fire, but then she heard a sob.

Enid's prepared speech melted away the moment she heard a stifled sniff. Even though she could only see the back of you head, she could tell that your body was wracked with sobs. She blanched. She couldn't yell at someone who was already crying! The vision of E/n crying tried to push its way to the forefront of her mind, screaming "Hey, I'm here! Remember me?" But you were right there. So close and so broken. In that moment she resolved to swallow any venom she was prepared to spit at you. After taking a deep breath, she stepped up until she was beside you in the booth.

"Y/n?" she said, trying to keep her voice calm and gentle.

You looked up, your face red and puffy, confusion taking the place of sadness for a moment. "Sorry, do I know you?" you asked. Enid was taken aback by how polite you sounded. From the way E/n had told it, she expected you to sound much more harsh.

"I'm Enid Sinclair. I'm friends with E/n." she introduced.

That only seemed to make you feel worse. "Oh," was all you said, eyes shifting away from her and into space.

Enid hurried to lighten things up. "Can I sit?"

You said nothing but nodded, prompting her to slide into the booth across from you. She tapped her nails on the table a couple times, trying to figure out just where to go from here. "I go to Nevermore, by the way." was all she came up with.

"I know," you replied. "You followed me on Instagram a few weeks ago."

"Oh, yeah! I saw your post from the bowling alley a couple weeks ago, I really liked how you did your hair—"

"I'm sorry, Enid, I'm just a little confused." you gently interrupted her. "Why are you sitting with me? I should think that you'd be angry with me for breaking up with your friend."

Enid paused. She chose her next words carefully, not wanting to scare you away with the truth. "I was. But then I heard you crying and I figured you didn't need a virtual stranger getting mad at you. I wanted to make sure you were okay."

Now that you weren't expecting. More tears rushed to your eyes as she spoke. "You...just want to know if I'm okay?" you asked, relieved.

And Enid just nodded. So you told her everything.

For the first time, Enid gets the whole story of your relationship, start to finish. From the time you met at a party in Jericho to the night you broke up, she hears about every date, every fight, every detail you had to offer.

And it's way different than what she had heard from E/n.

While E/n claimed that you had broken up with them out of the blue, you told her that you had broken up because she had been showing up at your house, at your school, at your work out of the blue with no warning.

She even began to show up at places you hadn't told her you were going to be, like the time you decided to head to the Weathervane for a quick coffee and found that E/n had showed up just moments before you, hoping to catch up.

Eventually it started to creep you out a little too much and you decided to break things off

Things started to make sense for Enid, and the picture became a little clearer.

And after you told the whole story, Enid sensed that you needed a quick pick-me-up, so she invited you shopping with her

And shopping with Enid is...an experience

She turns into a personal stylist for you, pulling out thing after thing that she thinks you would look good in — and she always has a reason

"Ooooh, look at this! Emerald green would bring out your eyes."

"This shade of blue will compliment your skin tone so well, just trust me."

She gets you giggling and smiling and it makes her feel like she's on top of the world

You make plans that day to do this again, much to Enid's excitement

You exchange numbers and head your opposite ways

Enid goes back to Nevermore feeling like she's on Cloud 9...at least until she runs into your ex.

"Where have you been?"

Enid freezes when a voice speaks from behind her. Oh no. She turns slowly on her heel, giving E/n an overzealous smile. "Oh, hey, E/n! I was, um, just out at the Weathervane for a coffee. I would've brought you something back, but I didn't know what you liked."

E/n seems to take the lie as she shrugs. "Oh, fun. Hey, you still down for dinner in the courtyard?"

An invisible tension releases from Enid's shoulders. "Yeah, definitely." she says, giving E/n a smile.

She smiles back. "Cool. See ya later!"

E/n walks away as Enid mumbles a freaked-out "See ya," before turning and racing back to her dorm.

It's then that she decides to keep your meetings a secret.

She doesn't want to hurt E/n's feelings, and she definitely doesn't want to make things worse for you, so the only reasonable option was to lie, right?

RIGHT?????????

This is the kind of stuff that eats Enid up — the moral gray area of Is this right or is it wrong?

It's the kind of stuff that leaves her lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling and trying to figure out what to do next.

And every time she draws a blank

This whole thing haunts her right up until the day you agreed to meet up again.

You find her in a booth at the Weathervane that Saturday — she already ordered your drink, which she remember from looking at the cup you had the day you met (that's the kind of stuff that she remembers and never forgets)

This time you show her all your favorite things in Jericho — your favorite park, your house, your favorite landmarks

And when it's over and she needs to get back to Nevermore, you make plans to hang out again

Then that hang out comes and passes, and you decide to hang out again. And again. And again.

And suddenly Enid starts to wonder if this is more than just "hanging out."

"Hey, Y/n? Can I ask you a question?" she says out of the blue one day while you're walking around a park.

"Shoot."

"Say there are two friends, and they hang out all the time. I mean, all the time. And one of them kinda likes the other, but they don't know if the other likes them back, but they don't know how to ask...what should they do?" Enid says, her chest seizing with panic.

You pause, brows knit. "Hm." you say, frowning at nothing. "I dunno. Tell them, I guess. I think being straightforward is the best thing you can do in that situation."

Enid nods and you two continue to walk in silence. After a moment, you go to speak, "Hey, did I ever show you—"

"I like you!" Enid blurts out, cutting you off. You stop, but she keeps going. "I was talking about me when I asked that question. I really like you, Y/n, and sometimes I think you might like me too, but I never really know these things for sure, so I just sit and think about it a lot but then I wonder if I'm reading too much into things that that's never good, but then you said to be straightforward about it and—"

"Enid!" you shout, trying to make sure she can take a breath. She stops, looking back at you with terrified eyes. And, to her surprise, you smile. "I like you too."

She falters. "Y-You do?" she stutters in disbelief.

"I do," you confirm.

She doesn't know what to say. She didn't plan this far. "Okay!" she says. "Okay! So. Um. How do we—do you want to—or like, we don't have to, but—"

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" you ask.

And she just smiles. "Yes, I would. When?"

"Hm, how about..." you trail off, looking around. "Now?"

"Now?"

"Mhm."

Enid looks back at you in shock. "So this...this is a date now?"

"Only if you want it to be." you laugh.

She smiles even wider. "Yeah. Yes. I want it to be."

"Well then, come on," you say, beckoning her to keep walking with you. "I think there's a creek in the woods I forgot to show ya."

And, beaming like the sun, Enid follows.

Enid is just about the most thoughtful girlfriend ever

She remembers your birthday, your mom's birthday, your sibling's birthday, your pet's birthday, your anniversary, and any special date you mention. Ever.

She'll show up to a date with flowers and a little gift for some occasion you hadn't even known was happening.

"Happy two and a half week anniversary!" "Oh! I didn't know we were celebrating." "That's okay! I just like visiting the flower shop down the street."

She's also suuuuuper cuddly and will hold onto you wherever you go

She knits you gloves and sweaters and scarves and snoods and anything you request

And while she can't invite you to any dance seeing as you're keeping your relationship a secret from E/n, she'll host makeshift dances in which she'll force you out of your room for a couple minutes while she decorates it with streamers and a disco ball and hauls in a speaker

Then, she'll pull you onto the 'dance floor' (your bedroom floor) and dance with you until you're both on the verge of collapse

For a couple months, everything is perfect. You're perfect, and Enid spends almost every second in awe of you.

But, of course, the past always comes back to haunt us

Enid notices one day that you've been growing slightly distant. You would space out in conversation and never respond with more than a couple words. She would've been hurt if she hadn't been worried about you.

She never pried other than the occasional "You sure you're okay?", which you'd brush off anyway.

But everything comes to a head the night you have a panic attack while you're hanging out with Enid in your room and she pulls you into her arms as you sob. At that point, you couldn't hide what was going on.

"Enid, I...I don't feel safe anymore." you told her one night. E/n was showing up everywhere you went, even more now than she had before. She would ambush you on your way to school, begging you to take her back despite your intentions otherwise. She seemed to always be one step ahead, and you were beginning to panic.

And as Enid sat there, holding you tightly and running gentle fingers through your hair, she made up her mind: "I'm going to make this stop."

You looked up at her, eyes wide. "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet, but I can promise you that E/n is never going to bother you again."

"Enid, stop." you say, pulling way and sitting up. "You don't have to get in the middle of this. I never wanted you to get involved and I don't want you to get hurt because of me." you say as more tears begin to stream down your face.

"Hey, look at me," Enid says, taking your face gently in her hands. "I just want you to feel safe. I'm not going to do anything bad, I'm just going to talk to her and try to figure things out, but I won't bring you into it. I promise. I'm going to fix this, okay?"

And, reluctantly, you nod. Enid smiles, kissing the top of your head and pulling you in for a long hug. As she held you, she used her finger to lightly trace something on your back: I LOVE YOU. She did that quite a lot, mostly because she was afraid to say it aloud. But it was true, she loved you. And she'd go to war for you if that was what it took.

You'll never forget the day Enid walked up to you at your usual booth at the Weathervane with a smile on her face as she sat opposite you

"E/n won't be bothering you any more." she said simply, taking a sip of the coffee you had ordered her.

You just frowned in confusion. "Enid, what did you do?"

"Don't worry about it." she said nonchalantly.

After a few more attempts to get her to spill what she had done, you realized she wasn't going to give up. So you settled on a smile as you watched Enid innocently sip her coffee.

"Hey, Enid?" you said, smiling at her. "I love you, too."

And right then, all Enid knew how to do was smile.

[astaroth1357]

An MC Who Treats The Brothers Like a Kindergarten Teacher 

Okay, so I know I still have requests. I will get back to them right after this, but I just saw a post that gave me this idea and I had had had to get it out!! Requests will be back after this! Thank you MRS. Green Apple (my favorite band ever) and their song Present for this fun little romp of mine. 🤭

Lucifer

He is so conflicted on this it makes him wish he drank more…

On the one hand, he HATES how patronizing they can be… but even he can't deny how much progress they’ve made in his brothers. Mammon especially.

They're all actually studying more, cleaning up after themselves, doing their chores, and being polite… it's… admittedly he having an existential crisis...

This is what he's been missing this whole time?? Sticker charts?! And come on, they're all on the Student Council for Hell's sake! How could the most powerful beings in the Devildom be won over so easily by the same tactics used on human schoolchildren!?! Have some dignity!!

For the first month he just watched them whip his brothers into shape in barely concealed horror. It was so surreal...

But at about the time the MC managed to get Mammon and Levi to stop fighting and apologize for being mean to each other, he threw in the towel. Whether he liked them or not, he conceded that the human was a blessing in disguise and left most of the discipline to them from then on.

He's never been more productive in his life and he can actually get a night or two of good sleep with no interruptions... He's taken the MC out to lunch on multiple occasions and is still trying to talk Diavolo into letting them make this a permanent arrangement. They may actually get his brothers to become well-behaved demons yet...!

Mammon

Okay so, don't get it twisted. He doesn't need their stickers, or their love, or their approval, or all that positive reinforcement or anything! He's just playing along with them okay?? Okay?!

He scoffed at the whole thing at first because, look, he's no child. He's a grown-ass demon! What were little stickers of Devildom currency supposed to do for him??

But when they told him a completed chart would earn him a shopping spree outta their pocket… Well now they were talking.

He just did it at first for the big prize, but every time he finished a task the MC would be sure to notice how hard he worked and tell him he did a good job or compliment him somehow and… well… he doesn't get that a lot...

After a while he kind of forgot about filling out the chart because he would be excited to run to them and tell them what good thing he did next. Turns out this boy was starving for any kind of approval. 😖

The first time he actually finished his chart they told him how proud they were and he almost cried... Almost. He ain't that soft, okay??

Though he does mess up still, he probably makes the most progress of the House, much to everyone's disbelief. He's also super protective of his stickers and HATES when they're taken away so none of y'all better drag him into your problems, ya hear??

Leviathan 

He feels like this normie is weird even for human standards… Why do they keep offering him stickers…?

Well… They are Ruri-chan themed so he's not complaining that much.

He's not even sure where they got them from… He thought he had a pulse on every bit of merch that comes out for his favorite characters so they must had those custom ordered and that's dedication.

They told him that they'd get him a new game for every finished chart, which was nice but not necessary, he kind of just liked getting more little pictures of Ruri-chan like the collector he is. 😌

After a while, the MC started subtly theming his tasks more toward getting out of his room and being more productive... In baby steps, of course.

He'd be scared, but they were always there to praise him any time he tried. With a little bit of time, he actually started getting more confident! I mean, not a lot but hey. It's improvement.

The human even managed to get Mammon to pay him back a little bit of the money he’s owed! Well, it was literally just one night's paycheck from Hell's Kitchen but it was still more than he's seen in three centuries so he'll take it! He goes to them whenever he needs to butter up Mammon now... They’re an excellent go-between.

Satan

Ah… So the MC is well-versed in psychological manipulation… Well he refuses to fall for it.

They could offer him all the stickers they wanted, he’s going to just fall in line like his brothers! He didn't need any psychological training from them, even as the youngest he’s centuries older than they are!

But wait… are those stickers cat themed…? And is that one in a little cowboy hat??

… Touché human. He'll play nice once or twice but he doesn't need their cute stickers!

A part of him got a lot of joy out of watching Lucifer finally admit that this living nursery rhyme of a being was better at controlling his brothers than he was… Talk about a slice of humble pie, he even got it all on camera… 😏

But his brother wasn't wrong... The House has never been cleaner and everyone's grades were up, even his own. As odd as it was to say, bringing the human to the Devildom seemed to have produced a net positive all around. 🤷‍♀️

And after he discovered that the MC convinced Lucifer to let him volunteer at a human world animal shelter each time he completed a chart… Move over, Beel. He's going to finish the most charts in the House now. Just you wait.

Asmodeus 

Oh honey, he knows a thing or two about punishment and reward systems. It's going to take some pretty nice prizes for him to play this game...

Which is why his stickers get followed up by kisses.

For each new sticker, he gets to pick a spot to kiss them or for them to kiss him (though they don't let him get too pervy with it)

Finish the dishes? Get a kiss on the hand. Two hour of studying? There's one for the cheek. And so on.

The others get jealous of his deal pretty quickly and start asking for kisses too but he'll throw a fit if he ever finds out. The human's kisses are HIS prize so everyone else will just have to live with it! 😠

Asmo, drama-hog that he is, is also the biggest snitch in the House. He loooves telling the MC about when his brothers mess up and should lose stickers, Mammon especially because it make him sooo pissed.

He's also in a betting war with Satan over how many days it’ll take Belphie to actually get up and do his chores for a change... The current wager is two weeks or more.

Beelzebub 

Thought it was a little weird that the human seemed so obsessed with praising him and calling him a good boy but whatever. 

(Little did he know they were subtly using him like a role model of everybody else but that's neither here nor there 🤷‍♀️)

He doesn't mind the sticker thing because he gets them so easily. The theme seems to be: be responsible, helpful, and not a jerk which he passes with flying colors so it’s really not a challenge for him.

It was only after they told him that they'd take him out to Hell's Kitchen with each completed chart that he really got serious about it...

If you think normal Beel is sweet, actually trying to be sweet Beel is practically an angel all over again. He even stopped stealing food from other people's plates when the MC told him he could lose stickers for it… (which means that Levi can start eating breakfast for a change, at least. 🤷‍♀️)

He's long since completed five charts and is well into his sixth. It doesn't matter what it is, if food is on the line then Beel will knock it out of the park every time. If Lucifer wasn't funding their sticker project, then he honestly would have bankrupted the MC a long time ago… 😅… 😟… 😥...

Belphegor 

What the-? Did he leave his brothers for a few months and they all formed a cult or something?? Why is everyone suddenly so obsessed with stickers???

He doesn't understand the appeal at all... Do chores around the house and get a prize? What kind of game were they trying to play here?? No thanks. He'll pass.

Belphie proved pretty hard to motivate, even with prizes, so the MC had to try a different tactic…

If there's anything that can motivate Belphie, it's the promise of good sleep and cuddles. But if they made it too difficult to get and he'd just sleep by himself in pouty defiance...

So they told him that he needs to get at least two or three stickers every few days or they'll stop cuddling completely until he does. 

He didn't think they were serious at first… but any time he'd try to get his arms around them, they'd sidestep or slip out of the way like they had a sixth sense or something! What kind of superhuman reflexes do you need to keep up with human anklebiters???

It took a week for him to finally relent and join the freaky sticker cult that makes up the rest of his family... He remains self-aware enough to always point out how fucking bizarre it all is... but hey. He's too lazy to do much about it, so who cares right? 🤷‍♀️

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[tsukishumai]

Date Night w/ Atsumu, Osamu, Suna

Warnings: Drinking, Smoking (weed)

A/N: repost bc I checked and my posts weren’t showing up in the tags 😭 sorry if you’ve seen it already.

Pls enjoy (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

Atsumu

“Where are we going?” “It’s a surprise!”

Whenever Atsumu said those words, it meant one of two things: he’s put a lot of thought and effort into this and you’re about to have the best night of your life... or he’s done nothing, is winging it and kinda hoping for the best.

It’s been about a 50/50 success rate so you really don’t know why you’re gonna get.

“Tsumu, I swear to god, if this is like that one time by the beach...” “shut yer trap! We’re almost there!”

He opened the door to a small, studio like space, waving his hand and motioning for you to enter. You rolled your eyes at his theatrics but let out a tiny gasp once you were able to take in your surroundings.

Canvases perched up on easel stands lined the room, chairs set up in front with a little table next to the easel topped with paint supplies and wine glasses.

You turned to him excitedly. “Paint and wine night!?”

“Paint and wine!” Atsumu exclaimed, “Ya been complaining bout how ya miss doing art, so I thought we could do it together. I would’ve liked a private class, but they only did group sessions.”

“This is perfect,” you said, taking a seat and inspecting the supplies. Atsumu couldn’t help but puff out his chest in pride.

The room soon filled out with the other guests, the instructor coming in a few minutes after everyone’s arrived.

Atsumu chose a red wine, you chose a white. You were only supposed to be served by the glass but he insisted on a bottle each, and you weren’t the only one that has a hard time saying no to him.

“Babe,” he slurred halfway through the night, “is mine supposed to look like that?”

“Tsumu, we’re supposed to be painting an ocean... where did you get that red paint?” “I dunno, I just found it.”

The instructor tried to ignore the both of you giggling like idiots, but they had to step in when Atsumu started flinging paint at you with his brush.

“Miya-san, please stop chugging the wine.”

You chuckled at Atsumu grumbling next to you, trying to steady your hand while adding in your final details.

“Aaaand done!” Atsumu beat you to it. You take a second to glance at his canvas.

“Atsumu... what the hell is th-“ “it’s called abstract art, okay?! Ya normies wouldn’t get it!”

Where the hell did he learn ‘normies’ from?

You laughed at his canvas the entire way home, much to Atsumu’s chagrin.

Still, you hung it up on the wall by your bed, just so it could be the last thing you saw every night before you drifted off to sleep.

Osamu

“Where’d you hear about this?” Osamu asked reluctantly.

“I saw a post about in on Insta! My friends went last weekend, and they said it was amazing!” “I didn’t know you had friends?” “You know what, Samu...”

When you arrived at your destination, you couldn’t help but smile at the wide-eyed expression on your boyfriends face.

Hyogo was hosting a food festival, encouraging up and coming chefs to rent out booths and test out any and all unique recipes they could think off.

Booths on either side lined the road, crowds of people holding plates of food that Osamu didn’t even know existed.

“Which one should we try first?” You asked, but Osamu was already walking up to stand claiming to sell “Sushi Burritos”

“We have to do this strategically,” Osamu said, looking at the paper pamphlet he received from one of the information stands, “We should only get one thing from each stand so we have room for dessert. It looks like all the dessert stands are on this end, so we’ll just do one big circle.”

You nodded and gave him a salute, happy to be dragged around by the hand.

You’d never seen Osamu so animated, eyes darting from one booth to the next, ears practically steaming.

Your favorite was watching him take his first bite out of whatever creation you bought from the stall in front of you, his eyes would flutter close and the satisfied hum slipping from his mouth always brings your lips up to a smile.

“Let’s try this one next,” he said, leading you up to an onigiri stand.

The worker handed you a plate with three perfectly formed onigiri, your mouth watering at the scent wafting into your nostrils.

You took a bite... and another one... but your brows knitted together together after each chew

“Something wrong?” Osamu asked

You shook your head. “No, nothings wrong... it’s just, ever since I’ve had your onigiri, nothing else can really compare”

Osamu desperately hide the blush that was quickly spreading across his cheeks. “Oh really?”

“Yeah! You know, Samu, if you opened up an Onigiri shop, I bet it would be the best one in the country.”

Osamu laughed, slinging an arm around your shoulder as he lead you to the next destination.

“You think so?” “I KNOW so.”

Osamu shook his head. “I couldn’t pull something off like that.”

You stopped in your tracks, tugging on his hand and forcing him to face you. “Osamu, I think you could do absolutely anything you set your mind to,” your tone was serious for a second before shooting him a wide grin, “and you would do it better than anyone!”

Osamu smiled, watching you run off to the next booth, thinking that if he had you by his side, then he could probably rule the world.

Suna

Suna has never ever striked you as the “hiking” type

So when he said he wanted to take you to a spot he used to frequent in high school, you were surprised, but oddly excited.

“How’d you find this place?” “You know... exploring.”

He took you to a park that was a 20 minute train ride from his apartment. The park was situated at the base of a mountain, and further back behind a canopy of trees was the beginning of a trail that you wouldn’t see if you didn’t know it was there.

Suna walked ahead, extending his hand behind him for you to take. He laced your fingers together, trudging along the path side by side.

The trail wasn’t really much of a hike as it is a walk. The terrain was relatively flat most of the way, green leaves bordering each side of the path.

Suddenly, Suna stopped, pulling you over to the side and moving aside branches and leaves.

“Rin? What are you doing?” You asked curiously, but he just said, “Trust me.”

Past the foliage was another trail, one that looks like it wasn’t meant to exist in the first place, formed only by repeating footprints that climbed up the slope.

Suna held out his hand for you to take, looking like he had every intention of climbing up the side of this muddy hill.

“Uhhhh, Rin, I don’t think we’re supposed to -“ “I said trust me, didn’t I?”

You grumbled at him, throwing snide remarks and thanking god that you wore an old pair of sneakers today.

It took about 10 minutes of climbing until you reached the top, walking past a couple of trees to reach a clearing.

In the middle of the clearing was a tree stump, different logs of various sizes encircling the stump. You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what it was you were looking at.

“You brought me to your old high school smoking spot?” “Hell yeah, I did.”

Suna walked ahead of you, sitting down on one of the logs and digging through the backpack he was wearing.

He stood up, and laid down a small blanket on the log, sitting back down and patting the spot next to him. You chuckled, taking a seat next to him.

“If you wanted to get high, we could have just done it at the apartment?” You said, but Suna just shrugged. “It’s nice to have a change of scenery once in a while.”

He dug out his bag, zipping it open and setting his grinder, blunt wraps, and weed on the tree stump.

You’ve always liked watching Suna prepare your blunts. He’s let you try doing it once or twice, but you could never get it to roll as tightly as he does.

You hear the telltale click of a lighter, Suna dragging the flame across the seam of the wrap before bringing one end to his lips, and lighting the other.

Once it was lit, he took a few deep drags before passing it over to you. You brought the blunt to your lips, taking in a deep breath, holding it until you felt your lungs burn, and letting out a big puff of smoke.

“Whoa there,” Suna commented, and you laughed in between fits of coughing.

“It’s been a tough week.” “Yeah? Tell me about it.”

The two of you sat there, you weren’t sure how long, exchanging stories about your week, making each other laugh with corny jokes you read online, showing each other tik toks and just enjoying each other’s company.

The blunt was finished long ago, and you notice Suna’s shoulders were much less tense, his facial features finally easing into a calm expression.

“Practice has been tough, huh?” You asked, and he let out a big sigh.

“Yeah... but it’s alright. S’long as we still get to do stuff like this, I’ll survive.”

You tilted your head as he stood up. “Where you going?”

“Let’s go, it’s getting cold and I got the munchies.”

“I am way too high to climb down that slope right now.”

And that’s how you got Suna Rintarou to give you a piggy back ride down the side of a muddy hill.

A/N: also sorry for the shittt format I’m on mobile :(

[bbnibini]

PSISLY: An Obey Me!CYOA – forty-three🔖

Rain welcomed the night, bringing a cool and gentle breeze. Seasons for drizzles have started in Devildom, spotting the outdated cobblestone streets with puddles and petrichor. Mammon, in his unusually graceful way, held you by the hand and calmly told you to stay under the awning of a closed restaurant nearby as he hunts for a store that sold an umbrella. His search didn’t take long, as you had barely formed any idle thoughts when he, panting softly beside you, offered a flimsy plastic disposable and wiped his wet hair in futility–doing so with an already damp handkerchief was no good, but the weight of your conversation earlier made you hesitate on bringing out your thoughts. You had both been unbelievably silent once you answered his question,

“Do you prefer it if I act like this?”

It was as if your brain went on autopilot when you responded…

[ I don’t like it. ]

(Mammon’s affection+10)

…not missing the slight upwards curve of his lips. You wanted to ask him further, but he had gone contemplative on your walk. The only time he talked to you again in your uncomfortable silence was to ask you if he can hold your hand when both of you felt the first few drops of rain in the sky. He calmly yet bashfully said that he didn’t want you to get wet; that he would run as fast as he could and asked if you could match his strides. He had always been sweet and thoughtful, but it was rare for him to be so direct about it. Even so, you somehow felt that it was still wrong to ask questions back, especially if he seemed to distance from you since your response. His excuse, “I don’t want you to get wet.” made too much sense that you wish it didn’t so you’d have the right to at least be even slightly annoyed with him. Was he such a gentleman tonight! Your heart couldn’t calm down!

His peculiar behaviour did not escape notice upon reaching home. Lucifer wasn’t there when you arrived, but Satan made a good substitute (don’t ever tell him that to his face though) for your usual serving of scoldings. His friendly smiles carried a sinister air to them, his “gentle” inquiries even the more.

“Where have you two been and why are you wet, Mammon?”

You turned to the said demon who remained composed and unflinching. He smiled as if he were ashamed. “They waited for me at my part time job hence my appearance. I apologise.”

Ah. Satan looked as surprised as you were. His handsome and almost unfittingly angelic features drew closer to his elder and scrutinised him with a careful eye. “Are you really Mammon?” he must have been so taken aback to hastily dog ear his book. The usual him would have been inflamed at even the thought. Asmo learned it the hard way when he borrowed a grimoire of curses just a week ago—something something to rid himself of an unwanted suitor. You could hear him now, his representative sin flickering within his emerald eyes with all its wrathful glory:  “Only a barbarian wouldn’t use a bookmark!”

But there was none of that now. Instead, he looked somewhat disturbed. Understandable—you didn’t know what’s going on either.

“The very one.” Mammon replied, fixing the loose spectacles edging away from his nose bridge. “Now, if you excuse me, I shall procure a change of clothes for myself. And…” he turned to you and called your name. “Feel free to eat dinner first. I must clean up the mess I made with my drenched state. I will be back as soon as I could.”

He lied. The empty dinner table now housed a Beelzebub who came to obtain “rations” occasionally, only to be stopped by a still-smiling Satan, sans the book he had been pre-occupied with when you entered the mansion. His nails seemed newly polished–a habit he only practised once he had finished the chores for that night; Asmodeus was an accomodating beautician, more than willing to help Satan finish painting the fingers of his non-dominant hand with his usual artistic flourish. Even so, he still accompanied you to dinner, insisting that he was hungry, and even complied to your request to wait for Mammon who hadn’t shown a shadow of his presence for more than an hour. Both of you exchanged a look of worry. Your stomach voiced out its complaint as well, but you paid it no mind.

“What’s taking him so long?”

Satan didn’t answer. Instead, he insisted you should start eating. The absence of hostility on his features only made you even the more tense; the occasional clinking of your glass, as well as the sound of fork and knife hitting on older-than-your-grandma porcelain not helping on calming you down. Painful minutes have passed with silence, only interrupted by the occasional Beelzebub, rummaging the food that Satan left untouched.

“Is it okay if he takes your dinner?"

Satan made a sound of approval, pretending to be interested in your conversation; but you can see it in his eyes that he was distracted by something. "Anything bothering you?” you asked, causing the glazed look in his eyes to finally disappear. ‘Ah, he’s back’, you could not help but think. “Don’t mind me and eat your food.”

But you minded and you minded a lot. It was unusual for him to be so distracted especially in the presence of someone else. He had always been careful about how he acted in front of others (even to his own family), so whatever was bothering him must be serious. Was it about Mammon? He kept on looking at his empty seat after all. Sighs were heard from his side, brows furrowed for most of dinner. “I’m already finished.” you answered, hoping he’d finally be willing to share his obvious worries with you but he kept silent. You decided to speak again.

“I’ll take care of the dishes,” you paused and gauged his expressions. “So, can you please tell me what’s going on? Is there anything I should know?” If what he was worrying about was Mammon and his strange behaviour, then you’d rather cut all pleasantries and get to the point. You had a feeling that Satan would let it slide this time. True to your gut feelings, his tense expressions finally relaxed, turning to Beelzebub to give his approval for the said avatar of gluttony to take his dessert pudding.

“I think I might know what’s going on with him. I’ve encountered it before in one of my readings. However…” his expression turned serious again. “I cannot fathom how he succumbed to it. His mental strength is the best among us.”

Mental strength?

Satan nodded as you spoke out loud. “I’m willing to talk to you about it in my room. I don’t want Mammon to hear it.” He looked to your leftmost side where your DDD was located. “Do you mind if you message him first?"

A message was sent, read and replied to after a few minutes with perfect grammar and punctuation. There was none of his usual accent in his text lingo, making you unnerved but you kept it to yourself.

Mammoney

Understood. I shall retire for the night then. Thank you for worrying about me. Good night and, I love you.

You saw Satan’s face pale as he read Mammon’s reply on your notifications tab, muttering something about how ridiculous it all was and you couldn’t help but agree. It was sweet though, at least in your own biased, rose-coloured eyes. If Levi were here, he would have cried out, "NORMIES EXPLODE!!!” in injustice and you would have laughed at his face.

Satan’s room was the same as usual—cluttered yet organised, teeming with books at every corner. There was an occasional cat artwork on the walls, a huge bulletin board-whiteboard hybrid containing book quotes and daily reminders. A faint smell of cat food was in the air, his green sweater (that looked like it was covered in cat hair) folded neatly on the sofa. He took it and threw it in his hamper and asked you to sit there.  “This would take a while.” he smiled sheepishly and gestured you to look at his whiteboard, erasing Hemingway and Frost from its corner. Tomorrow’s groceries were transferred to a post-it note and pinned on a free corner of the bulletin board. Perhaps due to the ink staying there for too long, it still left a faint, smudged stain, easily fixed by a wet tissue and some rubbing alcohol. He began writing anyway, leaving that little chore of his to-do for later.

“Too difficult (that) you need to draw it?”, you asked.

Satan chuckled. “It’s easier to understand with some diagrams, don’t you think?"

"He isn't…involved in anything dangerous, is he?"

Satan raised an eyebrow, his lips curving up to a teasing smile. "He already is even before this all happened.”

You remembered the witches,and just the other day, an irate restaurant owner demanding you to pay for the damages he caused on his part-time job. Ah…

“You’re right.” You stared at the diagram he was drawing on the whiteboard, familiar with the runes and symbols arranged in concentric fashion. You began to feel nervous. “A magic circle?"

"A curse,” He corrected. “A popular one at that, that utilises hypnotism as its medium. You must have seen it before.”

You considered it and looked at the runes again, drawing a blank. Satan noticed this and reluctantly gave you a hint. A faint blush coloured his cheeks as he recited the familiar lines:

“Badazim, Badaboom, on my count of one and two, reform the wayward you, Alakazam Alakaglum, you are no longer (a) scum!"

"Mr. Magic!!” You shouted (just as he finished his embarrassing chant). “Now that I look at the runes again, it does look like the magic circle he taught us to use!"

Mr. Magic was a popular kids’ show in Devildom that was comparable to Human world’s Spongeb☆b. It was enjoyable to watch even as an adult, and appealed to even the angels. You often watched it with Luke whenever they invited you for a sleepover at their dormitory. Its most popular episode, simply titled as Mr. Magic’s Hypnosis Special was such a huge hit in Devildom and Heaven that it caused a hypnosis craze a few hundred years ago(at least that’s what Levi had told you). Apparently, one of the spells Mr. Magic taught in that episode was one that reformed bad demons to good ones. Honestly, you were surprised about that. You didn’t have the warmest welcome when you got here so you assumed the human world’s portrayal of hell was pretty close to reality. However, they were surprisingly grey like humans are. Getting closer to the demons in the exchange program only proved that point further.

"Right, the very one. Remember when Mammon fell victim to that a few months back?"

You heard about it but didn’t actually get to see Mammon acting like a "good demon” as his brothers had hinted you, but based on their reactions and Mammon’s embarrassment, it must have been quite a sight to behold.

“Don’t tell me that he fell for it twice?"

Satan made a complicated face. "Yes and no. Frankly, I still don’t understand how anyone could fall for the same trick twice. Mammon may be an idiot but he isn’t stupid.” The roundabout way he complimented his elder was almost heartwarming. Satan drew a huge question mark next to the magic circle. “He’s also really strong,” he added. “And is the most mentally resilient of us brothers. It doesn’t make sense that he’s acting like this.”

“Did someone trick him?"

"Possible, but we cannot know for sure. However, it would be troublesome if my other brothers would know about it.”

“Why so?"

"Lucifer would get all annoying again and blame us for what happened with Mammon. He’s his favourite after all.”

He frowned when you suddenly burst in laughter. “Ah, you laugh now but you should see him. I’m speaking the truth, you know. If you don’t want to hear a litany of scoldings, why don’t you agree to help me fix this?"

"Not like I’d refuse anyway.” you shrugged.

“That makes things easier then. Let’s take advantage of the situation.” He walked towards a stack of books and spoke again. “Where is he now?"

"He’s asleep.”

“Are you sure?"

"Like a baby,” you answered. “He had a long day.”

Nodding, Satan took a grimoire from an unstable stack of books. It reminded you of jenga nights with the brothers with how he carefully slid the said book out(minus his attempts to bring it back to balance) once he had gotten what he wanted. “Actually, now that I think about it…there might be one reason why he’s doing this that makes sense…”

“Hm?” he was speaking so softly that you didn’t hear him. Satan shook his head. “Nevermind. Let’s act fast while he’s still asleep.”

You quietly agreed and led him to your shared room where Mammon was sleeping soundly. He had always been a heavy sleeper so it was often a struggle for you to wrestle your blankets out of his grasp at times when he sleeps before you. As you expected—he was cuddling your blanket again and snoring softly on his side of the bed. Satan looked at you and whispered. “I’ll start?” You nodded and opened the bedside lamp for him. “Thank you.” You stepped back and watched as Satan’s magical energy enveloped him in glowing emerald, a colour he associated with as well as his representative sin. Some foreign words were chanted—a reversed version of the magic circle he drew earlier was hovering over your sleeping lover and covering his entire body. As Satan finished his chants, a splash of light enveloped Mammon, disappearing into a puff of smoke and leaving a scent of sulphur in the air–which, in your months of learning about curses and hexes, was something you understood is an indication that a spell had been casted properly.

“That should do it.” Satan closed his grimoire, looking satisfied with the results. “He should be back to normal once he wakes up.”

Your heart was filled with gratitude. While you liked the change, it did leave you with mixed feelings, especially after hearing that Mammon’s graceful behaviour was a result of a curse. As much as you loved how much of a gentleman he was for today, you preferred it if he acted like himself. “Thank you, Satan. I really appreciate it.”

Satan looked bashful with your sudden show of sincerity. “It’s nothing.” He cleared his throat and awkwardly looked to his side. “About what I said earlier…”

“Earlier?”

He shook his head and muttered, “No, it doesn’t matter anymore. Well, have a good night.”

“Good night to you too.”

You felt really tired after you heard the door being shut gently so you lied next to Mammon on the bed and wrapped your arms around him. “Good night, Mammon.” you said as you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and shut your eyes tightly, wishing for sleep.

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You woke up the next morning feeling like you’ve forgotten something important. You turned to your side to see that Mammon was still sound asleep, unable to escape from him as he had wrapped his arms around your waist. Not like you were in a hurry to wake up anyway, you thought to yourself as you smiled and parted the bangs obscuring your beloved demon’s handsome face. The gesture made him stir in his sleep, his tightly shut eyes opening slightly.

“Sorry, you should get a bit more sleep.”

His mouth opened slightly, holding back a yawn. He moaned in protest and nuzzled to you even closer, not saying a word.

“You want to stay like this?” you felt him nod from the crook of your neck. “Okay, I don’t mind that,” You nodded back and stroked his head; but just as your hand was about to touch his hair, you felt him pull away from you(almost by force) as he sat on the bed and rummaged the bedside drawer.

His pair of spectacles now sat comfortably on the bridge of his nose, his hair tidied up a bit through his attempt of combing it with his fingers. It was odd: he looked a lot like himself yesterday but something was…out of place.

“M-My apologies, I have shown you such a disgraceful appearance.” he turned to you and smiled shakily. “Good morning, hu…my love.”

Huh?!

>continue to next scenario

💌masterlist

*A/N: The curse and Mr. Magic are based on the "Demon Brothers (New)" chatroom called Hypnosis Time 1.

[theconservativebrief]

Allure, the magazine devoted to all things beauty, revealed its November cover this week. It features Angela Bassett looking glorious and powerful in a plaid suit and giant gold hoop earrings, standing high above the city of Los Angeles. The interview with the actress, who is 60, is titled: “Stop Asking Angela Bassett Why She Looks ‘So Young’ For Her Age.”

Ah yes, that well-worn backhanded compliment, “You look great for your age!” In the cover interview, Christian L. Wright starts the piece by recounting how an Instagram shot of the actress in a bathing suit was picked up by the celebrity press, incredulously highlighting that she was 59 at the time.

“That was surprising,” Bassett said. She then followed it up by admitting, “It feels good that they wonder” about her secrets for apparent eternal youth. When a stranger in a grocery store lobbed that stock praise her, Bassett reports that she replied: “Hearing that is a wonderful thing — seeing as I’m 80!”

This cover and its star are part of a themed issue to draw attention to an initiative Allure announced about a year ago banning the term “anti-aging” from its pages and website. Editor in chief Michelle Lee wrote in her editor’s letter at the time, “Changing the way we think about aging starts with changing the way we talk about aging.” But because this particular magazine issue is framed around anti-anti-aging, what ends up inadvertently being the focus is … Bassett’s age. We need to get to a place where age is besides the point.

Everyone who hears this knows what “you look so good for your age!” means: “You look as fine as can be expected for someone of your advanced years. I’m so impressed that decaying flesh isn’t hanging off your cheekbones. Good job!”

The qualifier “for your age” is wielded with the tacit understanding that anyone over the age of, say, 36, is precluded from looking great, because we all know that baseline “great” means “young.” As we age, our appearance automatically moves one or two standard deviations away from “great,” at least in the eyes of society. However, if you somehow manage to appear younger or skinnier than society’s expectations of what 40 or 50 or 60 should look like, that is something to be lauded and inquired about and celebrated. Because looking old is bad!

We saw this play out recently with Jennifer Lopez, who just celebrated her 49th birthday. The celebrity media posted several shots of her working out, abs on display. Whenever sites publish stories about an older woman’s appearance, you can bet her age will be in the headline, like this one: “Jennifer Lopez Flaunts Her ‘Birthday Week’ Body As She Nears 50.”

While all female celebrities undergo scrutiny of their faces and bodies, you won’t often see the age mentioned for younger women. A recent headline about Emily Ratajkowski reads: “Emily Ratajkowski flaunts her model figure wearing only a floral jacket with nothing else underneath;” it doesn’t say, “Emily Ratajkowski flaunts her model figure wearing only a floral jacket with nothing else underneath as she nears 28.”

Highlighting age in a headline is just shorthand for “Can you believe how good she looks for her age?”

In her new editor’s letter, Lee writes: “Our point has always been about removing the shame. It’s about reclaiming our own agency versus feeling forced to take actions because we’ve been made to feel ‘less than’ by society. You do you. That may mean going au naturel for life, or that may be a 10-step daily skin-care routine with Botox and fillers every three months, weekly cryo facials, and a neck lift at 70.”

A lot of women have internalized this shame, me included. I want to look younger. I get Botox. I slather a lot of questionable things on my face. I look wistfully at the confident women featured in the Grombre Instagram account embracing their gray hair, even as I am getting my roots dyed.

Even beauty doesn’t actually seem to blunt the stress of aging. 53-year-old Paulina Porizkova was a prominent model in the ’80s and early ’90s, and later, a judge on America’s Next Top Model. She is stunningly beautiful. This week she told NewBeauty magazine that aging publicly “sucks.”

“Aging erases me as a person because my identity is so tied to what I look like,” Porizkova said. “It’s not fun — I don’t want to have to go to war with my looks. And I don’t want to start trying to look 20 years younger.”

Her honesty is refreshing, but it can be utterly depressing to hear her self-doubt. If someone who looks like that feels so terrible, what chance do I ever have at peace and self-acceptance? When a person who looks objectively great — not merely great for her age — has that level of angst about her appearance, it can’t help but trickle down to us normies. It indicates a societal problem.

Which brings us back to Allure. Putting Angela Bassett, sexagenarian extraordinaire, on a magazine cover is fantastic. But putting her on the cover of an age-themed issue means we have work to do. Aging and older people need to be represented in media much more frequently — and when they are represented, age can’t be the driving contextual force. Let’s talk about them as people, not old people.

The reality is that the oldest person featured on Allure’s previous 2018 covers was 35-year-old Lupita Nyong’o. Allure is not alone in this, and there is definitely financial pressure on publications to portray young, attractive, skinny people in its pages. Advertisers want to showcase their products in proximity to people they think are aspirational to readers.

A few years ago I interviewed Lesley Jane Seymour, the former editor in chief of the now-defunct More magazine. She told me it was a constant fight to get older women on the cover — and More was a magazine that was dedicated to older women. “If [older] women knew how these companies talk about them behind their backs, they would be booted faster than Debbie Schultz at the DNC,” she said. “It is appalling how these executives treat older women.”

The older women that are booked for covers or as the faces of makeup companies are usually those who look, yes, great for their age — something that is, more often than not, referenced in a headline or advertising copy.

But there are tons of women who don’t want to look younger or don’t have the means for the upkeep required or simply don’t have the genetics, and the result is that they don’t see themselves represented anywhere in popular culture. It perpetuates the cycle of not feeling good enough or attractive enough, because not only do you think you do not look as good as a 27-year-old, you don’t even think you look as good as someone your own age.

Shooting Bassett for the cover highlights that women are still vibrant, productive, and attractive when they’re not young. Talking about and celebrating a 60-year-old woman is a good thing, especially in a medium — women’s magazines — that bears responsibility for making women feel ashamed about growing older in the first place. But only when we finally start talking about women of a certain age without talking about their age will we have made real progress.

Original Source -> Angela Bassett’s Allure cover shows that we still focus too much on women’s ages

via The Conservative Brief

[bluesdrummer420]

My Relationship With Love Chapter 2.

I've posted these kind of sort of short stories on a couple sites and you all seem to like it..so...here's another.

Chapter 2 in the tragedy that is my love life.

A few months go by after the sudden break up with Taylor and I still feel like shit BUT I do what all guys do, I bury it and keep my mind busy. Well, this chick from kind of another group that is friends with one of my friends girlfriend asks said girlfriends friend (still with me here? Hahah) about the, not kidding this is a direct quote, "weird lonely looking asshole that slams his head into lockers to scare the normies?" She said "from what Brian says that's his way of dealing with break ups...your guess is as good as mine, I think he needs to visit a padded cell for a while but that's just me."

Yeah it was kind of a way to deal but I got tired of people asking me about it so I did the next best thing I could think of, looking back probably not really a very good thought hahah, but this made her even more curious. She started hanging around our table, I sat down at the end..alone, they respected (and out of slight fear) my wish to be left the fuck alone. On, what would've been our 1 year anniversary, she skipped them and sat down on the other side of the table while I had my head down listening to Slipknot - (sic). I heard them slowly fade into silence as she walked past them.

I looked up with "fuck off or I'll give a new meaning to murder" eyes. She didn't budge, fuck..she grinned, I finally said "can I help you?" Here's another line I'll never forget. She said "yeah. You can tell the voices in your head to shut the fuck up and stop moping around over what I'm assuming was your first girlfriend." My eyebrow shot up and I couldn't help myself "how did you know I hear voices? Do they yell at you too? Do they yell you the same regurgitated babble bullshit that everyone else has said? The first is always the hardest but there will always be more and more heartbreak and blah dee fuckin blah. You have no fuckin clue. I can see it in your eyes that no one has talked to you like this before. No one has challenged your attitude with an attitude plus rage before. Do you really want to know what the voices tell me?" I'm standing at this point with her eyes wide and the color in her skin fading as she nods. I stand and lean in and whisper "the voices tell me to move the fuck on and forget about her but the fact that I was played by a bully bitch jock and his whore of a girlfriend is what stings the fuckin most. I hide myself away so I won't have a black out and wake up in a jail cell for murder." I lean back and continue "that's what they fuckin tell me. I sit back down and after about 30 seconds maybe longer she says "well....I'm glad." I look at her with slight confusion. "I'm glad you barely have control of your rage, after all.." she grins "..wheres the fun in it?" I slowly let out a grin as the bell rings.

2ed period class. Now things have changed a bit in my schedule since Taylor, I requested a bit if a change since I saw her in most of my classes so the guidance counselor helped me transfer into other classes now I only see her in gym, BUT I have the new chick, Kerstin, to keep me distracted...actually Kerstin is in most of my new classes.

Gym rolls around and I'm not looking forward to it. I change and head out as they're stretching. The teacher asks if I'll be joining the game or if it's the same old same old, I kind of grin and head for the track door, I hear her say "should've known." I open the door and start my walk around the track when I hear someone running behind me, I glance back and it's Taylor, she slows up and walks next to me then says "Look I'm sorry for what happened. I didn't know that you were serious if I did I would be told you what was going on, I know the jocks try to pick on you and I don't agree, but I want you to know that me and him are through. I'm not asking for a second chance but at the very least don't hate me." I stop and look at her. "How can I hate someone I actually fell for ,granted yeah I'm young, but I'm old school when it comes to this shit and you know it. You knew subconsciously that he was trying to fuck with me you just didn't want to believe it because.." I'm mocking at this point "..he's such a good guy that he'd never treat another like shit just because he can. Yeah no. I don't hate you I just fuckin hate that I love you." I start to walk towards the door as he comes in looking for her he sees her behind me with, what I was told later, her holding back tears. He gets pissy and speed walks to me, at this point I want him to fuck up in front of a crowd so I antagonize his a little, as a few students notice and get a teacher's attention. He grabs me by the shirt and yells "what the he'll did you do?!" I didn't respond but I had a slight grin on my face not because I hurt her, that's the last thing I wanted, but to push him to fuck up and hit me and it worked. He shoved me to the ground and as I got up he kicked me in the ribs. He went for another but I was faster. I grabbed his foot and twisted until he fell then I started wailing on him, I blacked out after 2 or 3 punches. I came out of it as 3 officers, 4 security guards, and 2 teachers were trying to pull me off of him with the entire class watching. I let up and let them drag me away after I saw what I did. I let years of bottled up rage out on something petty.

3 months of anger management and psychiatric help later I was cleared to finish out my year at that school, to answer a question or two..no, not a single bully picked on me and yes..he lived. I was driven to school by a sheriff, and yes he walked in with me as a precaution, he parked and we started for the doors. I could hear them talking from outside then a slow silence started when they noticed me and an officer walking in the first set of doors, I tired so hard not to grin hahah, the security guard hesitated to grab my bag so he could check it thinking that I might snap again so I took it off and handed it to him and walked though the metal detector. He handed me back my bag and leaned in to say "I hope you're feeling better because that was the worst thing I've seen and I used to be security at a prison." I look at him and say "I'd like to hear what you saw I'm curious about what happened and so is all 7 of the therapists that helped me in the nut house." He nodded and said "at lunch." I walked on. The crowd parted like I was Moses parting the Red Sea as I walked through to my table, again I was trying to to smile or grin.

The cop knew I was better but I asked him to keep his hand on his gun as we walked though just in case someone got a stupid idea, he wouldn't go for the cuffing me until we got to the table idea, I made it clear that I didn't want any interaction with most of them. We walked to my table and I turned to the cop and shook his hand and thanked him for the ride, he nodded with a grin and turned around and headed for the principal's office to hand in some paperwork for me. I sat down like nothing happened 3 months ago at the end of the table took out a book and began to read when I hear someone sit down, Kerstin. She hesitated but said "hey." I replied with a smile "hi, how have you been?"

Yes I know I'm mind fucking everyone but she should know I don't care as long as they leave me the fuck alone.

She looks at me with confusion and a little bit of fear so I lean in a little and say "look, I'm aware of what happened 3 months ago and yes I've gotten help for it. I don't really remember what all I did or why for that matter but the important thing is i got help and they will leave me alone. Did you happen to see any of it?" She nods. I look into her eyes "I'm sorry you had to see that." After probably 35 or 40 seconds she says "wait...you shouldn't be. He was a bully and you stepped up, granted you beat the living shit out of him but he kind of deserved it." She leaned in closer "I can't confirm 100% but I heard he would smack her for talking back.." she stops realizing that I hate with a fiery passion woman abusers and looks at me worried. I look at her and say "that I wouldn't doubt but of your worried I'd go look for him and give him another beating..I know exactly where it is..still in the ICU and I think he got enough of a beating if he did smack her around so don't worry and calm down...I'm not THAT fuckin crazy.." I grin "..i think."

Rest of the day goes as such...awkward looks in every class and the hallways, not one teacher calls on me, silence as I walk by, and not one bully even looks at me...the only downside is Taylor can't look at me without tearing up. I feel bad for that and I tired to talk to her but she just walked away. The next couple weeks is pretty much the same shit different day except Kerstin and I have started dating, and continued until I moved 3 years later, I think if I never moved my life would be SO much different but I would've never met the next woman in my life that I fell for harder than both of them combined.

Hope you enjoyed this one let me know if you what a chapter 3.