#we're not even talking me being sad or something; I straight up couldn't get enough to eat without eggs and dairy

[medicinemane]

You know, at this point I'm highly skeptical of things where people have a single simple solution to large scale problems that just calls for doing exactly what they think needs to be done and then everything is fixed

[notmorbid]

poor deer.

dialogue prompts from poor deer: a novel by claire oshetsky.

enough of your pretty lies. it's time to tell the truth.

here, the boundary between the practical and the supernatural is razor-thin.

stop stalling. it's time to confess what you did.

don't go far.

time for you to go home, then.

i'll be very sad if you go to a better place without me.

what an old stick in the mud you are.

you're the same liar you've always been.

what are you staring at? go.

didn't you ever come to bed?

a nap will do you good.

you are full of surprises.

time moves sideways, through the most important moments of our lives.

it's been so long since i met any new people.

i don't know how to behave, or where to put my eyes.

i admire your panache.

you haven't been out of this room all day, have you?

run away. run straight home.

you ought not to be alone. please stay.

come here, funny bunny.

do you miss ____?

that was a wicked thing to say.

you are never to repeat that awful lie again.

i just want to shut my eyes and sleep forever.

i hadn't expected to meet you.

why are you so kind to me?

whenever i'm happy, something bad is sure to follow.

i don't understand you one bit.

my little changeling child.

you don't have a shred of compassion.

did your mother tell you that?

[name] isn't an angel. [name] is in the ground.

i will never think what those other people think about you.

please, dear. please look at me. i love you.

you know as well as i do what true memories feel like.

buck up. the worst is over.

do you understand what you did? do you even know what you've done?

you can't lie to me. you can't hide from the truth.

you'll be seeing me.

everything is always better in the morning. i promise.

everything is the same as it ever was.

cat got your tongue?

what you need is a good hug.

you're home now. you're safe.

the days kept happening. the world kept turning.

would you like to tell your story to me? i'd love to hear it.

you can be a remarkable little liar sometimes.

you're old enough to know heaven is just a pretty story, aren't you?

go home to your mother. your mother will know what to do.

some things are forever, and other things are never again.

you can't help me. i know that now.

this is my secret hideout. i made it.

what happened to you?

do you think you're being charming?

it looks like it's going to be just you and me, for the time being.

i think we should go on a little vacation somewhere special. just us two. what do you think?

i'm not asking your permission. i'll be back when i'm back.

any old fool can drive a car.

given enough faith, you can do the impossible. and don't you forget it.

you will change the world for the better, i know it.

can you tell me, please, how to get to [place]?

you once said i'd be the death of you, and you were right.

i've always imagined purgatory was the kind of place you could stumble into by accident.

will you ever let me try to make it up to you?

i've traveled this route before, in my dreams.

it couldn't have been ___ you saw. you must have seen somebody else.

i'm running out of time to find my happy ending.

did the light wake you?

you are the strangest girl i have ever met.

there is very little goodness or love in this story.

you never need to worry about ____, ever again.

your story isn't over yet.

are you my angel, or my devil?

you're still young. when you're my age, you'll understand.

you never can tell what a child will grow up to be.

i admire you for accepting life as it comes.

you're never coming back, are you?

i'm here. i'm not going anywhere. here is my hand.

is that you, out so early?

we're approaching the end of our necessary small talk.

i've come to ask for your forgiveness.

you're welcome to stay as long as you like.

one day, i might forgive myself.

[cosmicpearlz]

yours for the time being |4|

summary: what happens when your academic rival of years proposes an offer of fake dating? pure chaos.

pairing: gryffindor!jude bellingham x slytherin!reader

a/n: only one more chapter after this one! i wanted to stretch it out, just so everything made sense timeline wise. anyways, enjoy <3

everyone knew. it seemed like the word traveled fast around the school halls. jude couldn't take the staring or the countless whispers among the students anymore. y/n was nowhere to be seen, missing in action. oh, how the gryffindor boy wished to catch another glance at her. to have her next to him, giggling as he made the worse jokes known to man. just so that she'll smile, and it worked every time. to feel her hand in his once more.

"jude, you've been quiet lately," harry turns towards him. "anything you wanna share with the group?"

"no."

"mate, you've completely shut down. does it have something to do with y/n?" ron questions. jude's face drops and his brows furrowed. as if y/n leaving him wasn't enough, his friends had to bring up her name. not saying 'the snake' like they usually did but saying her name.

"no."

"i think what harry and ron are trying say is, we're here for you whenever you're ready to talk."

"she broke up with me, alright! she's clearly stated that she wants nothing to do with me and i just have to accept that."

"oh jude, i'm sure she didn't mean-" jude shakes his head, cutting hermione's sentence off.

"you weren't there. just leave it alone and leave me alone while you're at it."

jude stands from his seat and leaves the library abruptly. the more he thought about the situation, the angrier he got. angry that y/n gave up before even exploring what could've been. angry that it seemed so easy for the girl to just leave. his heavy footsteps ringing throughout the castle halls.

"jude!" lavender yelled out. the boy halts his movements and quietly curses to himself before turning around to face her. it's been a while since the gryffindor girl bothered him.

"what do you want?"

"y'know, since you and y/n broke up. i was wondering if you wanted to go out," lavender steps closer, rubbing her hand on his arm. jude felt disgusted. what didn't she understand by no?

"are you seriously asking me that?"

"well yeah. i just thought that i could help you get over the breakup."

"please leave me alone. i'm not interested and i'm pretty sure y/n told you that!"

before jude could get another word out, he glances over lavender's shoulder and sees y/n. he hasn't seen her in days and the only thing he could think of was how beautiful she looked. her eyes weren't as bright as they normally were. now replaced with a dull sunken look and the puffiness that followed.

as much as jude wanted to reach out, he couldn't bring himself to. he couldn't force the girl to love him or even reciprocate those feelings that he held for her.

"just forget it," jude mumbles, turning around and walking in the direction he was originally heading in once more.

-

you were dying. certainly, sure of it. you couldn't go to your classes, preferring to do as much work as you could from your dorm room. not being able to stomach seeing his face around the campus. the face of the person whose heart you broke. you knew you had feelings for the boy, but you couldn't act on them. at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

the endless tears that pansy, theo and blaise had to dry. they've never seen you so sad. it was weird for them. not sure on how to cheer you up. truth was, there wasn't anything they could do to cheer you up.

"come with me to the kitchens. we need to sneak things for the party on saturday," pansy says with a smile.

"do i have to?"

"yes. no questions about it." you groaned but got up anyways just to please your friend. you watched as she jumps while clapping. pulling your hand and dragged you straight to the destination.

the walk through the halls was quiet. you kept your hand laced with pansy's. not minding the friendly gesture, although it reminded you of a certain gryffindor boy.

"is that jude? with lavender?" pansy whispered. you stopped dead in your tracks. head whipping around to see if your friend was lying or not. of course, she wasn't. you watched as lavender rubbed his arm, almost smiling to yourself seeing him visibly disgusted by her.

"we should go before we won't have a chance to get the supplies."

"you don't wanna speak to him?"

"i'm sure he doesn't want to speak to me. i broke it off with him."

"you could tell him that you didn't mean it. i mean, look at you! you're miserable because he's not in your life anymore. you clearly like him a lot."

"pansy let it go," you whispered softly, turning around and facing the opposite direction. you tugged the girls' hand to follow you.

-

while each friend group had no idea on how to individually cheer the two up, it didn't stop them from continuously brainstorming ideas. which eventually lead the slytherins to face the fellow gryffindors tuesday afternoon.

"we need to talk," blaise speaking for the group and facing the three gryffindors. harry and ron's eyebrows raised in question. hermione sat there, as if she already knew what they were going to say.

"we need to get jude and y/n to talk."

"how did she know what we were going to talk about?" draco mumbled to pansy.

"because she's hermione. mione knows everything pretty much," pansy throws a playfully wink towards the girl.

"well, have a seat i guess," harry gestured to the empty seats. theo, pansy, blaise, and draco gladly sit down.

"let's get right into it. y/n has been miserable since they broke up. crying her eyes out almost every day and-"

"she's the one who called things off!" ron cuts theo off. theo huffs and rolls his eyes.

"i know that you dimwit. if you let me finish, i was gonna say that she clearly really cares about him. whatever happened between them, we need to undo it."

"but how?" harry asked.

"we're having a slytherin party on saturday. you guys are welcomed to come but bring jude," blaise began to explain the plan.

"then what? are we going to lock them in a room?" hermione chuckles, looking around the table. her chuckles fall mute due to the silence. "wait, are you joking?"

"no. it's the only way they're gonna talk," said pansy.

"no way that's actually gonna work," ron shakes his head at the thought of it.

"it doesn't hurt to try. the party starts at 9, don't be late," theo ends the conversation there. nodding his head at the three gryffindors, he stands up along with pansy, blaise and draco.

the group of them head out, leaving the three to themselves. the silence being loud as they sat thinking about how to get jude to the party. the boy barely wanted to talk about y/n and going to her common room for a party? it might take some heavy convincing.

[samwinchestersbf]

"I Will"

Sam Winchester x Reader

This was based on Mitski's song, I just love her music so much.

Authors note: Suprise!! A comfort fic!! I haven't been doing the best lately, my mental health is really getting to me. I think writing this may help :) Beware of any writing mistakes, it's 4 am right now so criticism is welcomed. (silly hours for me) Non-specific reader and this one might be a little small.

Reblogs are appreciated!! <3

He was always so caring and lovely no matter what, you knew that.

However, something inside of you just ate at you for days, weeks even. It was different and difficult, causing the past to reel you back in. The 'What if' thoughts were consuming you once again.

What if that never happened to you? What if everything you went through was for nothing? What if this was the last week for you? What if you're just making it all up? What if.

The sadness was a persistent parasite, you wanted it out of you.

You were a little avoident and dismissive about it, throwing "Yep I'm good"'s at him.

He knew something was actually up with you, he attempted to try to fish it out of you.

You started to refuse to sleep in the same bed, if you did it would only be for a little bit before rising earlier than he did. You slept in the library or even the kitchen, your excuses with research and exhaustion weren't cutting it anymore.

He didn't do anything wrong, it was you being you.

He was finally able to corner you, catching you up in your lies.

You two were sitting in the impala, Dean in the store for some food on the ride home. You, in the backseat, pretending to be asleep so you could wiggle your way out of the tense situation.

"You're getting worse, I can see it. Please just talk to me, I will take good care of you."

You took a quiet deep breath to reject the tears.

You couldn't explain it to anyone out loud, it felt like an internalized argument with yourself.

An argument of upset and angry thoughts. You wanted help but the shame and bravery of asking for help was overwhelming to ignore.

His hand patiently reached for yours. It was warm and soothing. You ached for his love yet you couldn't bring yourself to embrace it.

"I'm sorry," is all you could mutter out. How could you explain to him?

Sorry Sam! The thoughts are getting worse and I'm not sure if I'll make it this time. I hope you can understand!

As if that was okay to tell him, it'll raise him to questions and concerns.

Dean came back to the car, putting an end to the situation. He was aware of how your mental state was, you weren't too hard to read.

He offered you food and you accepted it out of a hint of guilt if you didn't. You just placed the food next to you and watched the environment move when he backed out of the parking lot.

The drive was going normal, their normal brother bickering and silence. They were having a talk about the hunt you all got done with yesterday.

You decided to tune it all out, ruminating in your own world.

You thought of ways to tell him. Maybe you didn't need to, you could just lock it all away to eventually forget.

You started to feel a sense of dread building up in you so you attempted to sleep it off.

You woke up with soft whispers of your name, Sam's voice trying to wake you up.

Due to the lack of sleep and high alert you bolted up, sitting straight and facing him.

"We're here now, come inside so we can talk."

Those words made you feel small as a little kid would when they get in deep shit. You thought about it more, that's all you've been doing as of lately.

You got out of the car with Sam trailing behind you.

Dean must've been inside already, ready to booze and snooze.

The two of you just walked in the same tense atmosphere as before, making your way to your shared room.

He closed the door behind and immediately wrapped his arms around you in such a gentle way.

Obviously you couldn't help but sob in his care, you needed it so much. Repeating the words 'I'm sorry' to him over and over.

It never felt enough.

He never said anything during it, he understood sometimes you struggle. He played with your hair, guiding you to the bed to sit down with him.

"It's okay to feel this way", he replied to your aftermath of crying.

"I'm always here for you. I will always be here for you. There's no need to run and hide from it." The way he spoke to you in that tone, you wanted to melt in his love.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You shook your head still unsure of how to talk about it. He gave a simple nod and hugged you a little tighter before letting go.

"We should go clean up, we're dirty from that hunt."

Sam held your hand the entire time as he lead you to the showers.

You both stood in silence again, just appreciating each other while the water ran. You wished the peaceful intimate moments with him lasted forever.

The night ended with him holding you, the tense atmosphere now replaced with kindness and comfort.

"It's just getting really bad again, I just want it to stop."

"We can get through it together, please just stay with me for now."

[watercolor-hearts]

Maxiel prompts idea

Something sweet with the cats in it

At the factory, them being cute while they need to work or during a meeting something like that

With their family

“At the factory, them being cute [...]” Well... I've been in a hurt/comfort and/or angst mood since the Singapore GP so I couldn't really write anything cute, I don't know if it's because I'm almost always sad and exhausted or because of something else but yeah, for some reason it's not easy nowadays. But I still wanted to write something because I didn't want you to have to wait even longer. So yeah. A bit of hurt/comfort with Daniel, Max and Simon. I hope you'll still like it. Thank you for the prompts. 😊❤

Max&Daniel • 534 words • sad Daniel • (after the) first sim session at Red Bull • emotional hurt/comfort • light angst • hugs • supportive characters • Ao3 link

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“Daniel!” Max exclaimed as he noticed Daniel coming out of the sim room in the factory. Daniel looked at him and smiled, not wanting to show the disappointment he felt after his first session.

“Maximus, hi,” Daniel greeted after getting closer to him, opening his arms for a hug which Max reciprocated immediately.

“Good to see you here. How was the sim?”

Daniel gulped, thinking about whether he should tell the truth. “It was… Difficult.”

Max's eyes grew huge after hearing Daniel's confession, “Wha—Why? Is there something wrong?”

“It's just…” Daniel shook his head, “It's just me. I'm the problem.”

“B-but… No, Daniel,” Max said firmly, looking around, “Where is Simon? I need to talk to him. He of course cannot say something like this when it was just your first time after years.”

Daniel put his hand on Max's arm to stop him, “He didn't say it. I said it. I… I need a break,” Daniel said, his voice sounded so broken it broke Max's heart into small pieces. “We're… We're working on it. It's just a bit difficult with my… Driving style now. It's not the same as it used to be.”

“Fucking Mc—” Max wanted to say but Daniel cut him by putting his finger on Max's lips.

“Don't say it. It doesn't matter anymore.”

“It does, Daniel! They fucked you up. They did you dirty and they didn't appreciate you enough.”

“I couldn't deliver.”

“First win in ten years?”

“One good moment in two years.”

“Fuck y—,” Max almost said but instead he just sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, fuck me, thanks mate,” Daniel agreed, “I guess I should go now.”

As Daniel took a step towards the door, Max grabbed his t-shirt. He couldn't let him sink into depressive thoughts again.

“I still believe in you, Daniel,” Max said, looking straight into Daniel's sad brown eyes, “I do and I want you to believe in yourself too. Please. You have your engineer back, you will figure it out again. I know you will. Believe in yourself, please,” Max asked, pulling Daniel into a hug and not planning to let him go for a few long seconds.

“Max's right, Daniel,” came a familiar voice, Simon's, from not so far away, and when he got closer, he squeezed Daniel's shoulder to show some support, “You'll figure it out. We will figure it out. We're a team. You have me, Max, Christian, and everyone. We'll help. We believe in you and you have to believe in yourself to make this work.”

“Thank you,” Daniel murmured, slowly looking up at Simon, “I'll try to.”

“We'll leave all those bad habits you picked up in the last few years. Give yourself time and don't be so hard on yourself, alright?”

“Y-yeah,” Daniel nodded, going for a hug with Simon after Max had let go of him. “Thank you for believing in me. I'll try and find the honey badger in me. The good ol’ honey badger. He's there somewhere.”

“Good,” Simon nodded, patting Daniel's shoulder after the hug and then he turned to Max to do the same with him. “Go and have a rest, guys, you deserve it. See you next time.”

[letscrywolff]

Make Believe

I fantasize about you still.

A version of you that could never be. A version of you that you couldn't give to me.

One where you're the one saying the hottest things to me, like...

"Baby, I love you, but I'm just not ready for such a big step so soon. I really do want all those things with you, I don't doubt that at all.

I'm just scared.

Maybe I've been too soft, too subtle, I know you've tried to reassure me when I've brought things up, but I want to be clear with you now, direct. I need more time.

This is something that only time can solve. I know we said that before, but I understand that passion between us gave mixed messages. I know that's why you kept going with the plan that we've hashed out together. I gave in too, so don't feel like it's all your fault. I love how things feel between us, and I think we'll always have that, I just want to make sure it's not just the honeymoon phase talking. I want to make sure we're doing this for the right reasons. I want us to work, and I want to do this right.

I know I told you I was ready, but as we got closer, I realized I still have fears I'm working through. I've felt myself wanting to run, and I'm fighting that now. This is hard for me, but it isn't your fault. But I do need you to understand that, and I need you to slow down with me, not because I don't want this, but because I do.

I know I asked you for two weeks at my new place before you moved in. I didn't think about it at the time how that might come off to you after all the times I've left you. I thought I was just communicating my needs, but I didn't take yours into account. I know you worry I'll leave you, or that you'll lose me. I'm sorry that you have to think like that at all - I know I'm the reason why, and I don't blame you. So I don't blame you for being wary and needing reassurance. This is my attempt to give you that.

If you're patient with me, I know we can work through this, because I know I love you, and I know I want this with you, I'm just scared about a lot of 'what-ifs' from my past - and I don't mean to hold their failings against you, but I don't want to live through that kind of pain ever again. I can't afford to rush, only to be left with heartbreak again.

I want this with you, B. I love you. I just want to make sure that we're sure. I still want to see you, I just need more time, and I hope you'll understand."

This is what my fantasies about you got reduced down to. Just wanting the basic, bare-minimums of a good-faith and honest relationship. Sad that this was asking too much of you.

This sort of thing was even my fantasy before we ever reconnected - some emotional maturity. Some emotional honesty. Some accountability, self-awareness. Some willingness to try.

Something that honored our connection and fought for it, instead of severing it for no good reason.

I had thought maybe you grew up some and got to that point. It felt like we were being so honest with one another. God how I wish I could have ever gotten a message like that instead of jumping straight to the nuclear option.

Instead, the reality of you is someone who acted impulsively, avoided communication, and failed to grow emotionally. You expected a mind reader without having to let them know what’s on your mind first.

But expecting decency from you truly is the stuff of make believe. You just don't have it in you. Maybe one day someone else will be lucky enough to get that version of you. I'm sure then it will be what you want. I'm sure then it will work. I'm sure then that it'll feel right, and you won't feel so pushed. And I wonder if then you'll realize that all could have been true with us too if only you had shown up the same way.

[maskfree]

It's really pointless to share my concerns with my mom or dad. My dad is a narcissist. He also has that typical patriarchal mindset. He looks down on women that I wish he'll be a woman in his next life.. Though in some good chances, he may give helpful advice. But usually, he's inconsiderate and would speak to respond than to actually listen. Same for my mom even though, on the contrary, she's a pleaser.

Like earlier, we're talking about clutter and I told my mom it's best to dispose of this certain relic 'coz it doesn't add any value to our already crowded living room. She said that's not a necessary thing to do and that she just bought the relic to help someone who needed money. Thus, she'll feel bad disposing of it. She doesn't seem to have any sentimental attachment to it but still couldn't let it go 'coz of the money she spent for it. Basically, it's not something that holds any special meaning to her as well. So I told her that it's okay to dispose of it. Our house may be bigger than the average but we have too much clutter, it's not good for mental health. Also we often find ourselves spending more time looking for something 'coz of all these impractical stuff.

But her response took me aback. She said it's up to me if I were to get affected by all those clutter and it takes positive thinking and looking at them on a bigger picture to not get them to me. So she's saying I lack positivity and that I may be too sensitive to such minor things. So my goodness, it angered me quite a bit deep inside. I'm aware she has that older generation mindset but just hearing it straight ticks me off. And they would wonder why I never share my problems with them?? Probably if I share my problem, she'll just say I'm not doing enough. I'm inflexible and not capable of this or that (to which she does). If you were to read between the lines, she'll just imply to me that I am just not as strong as she is. And she'll probably say her typical line that I should go to church so that I could get more positive in life.

Seriously, I really regret being born into this world with such invalidating parents who just follow the trend and don't know what it really means to listen. My mom is more interested in listening to other people's problems and not to her children. There may be no perfect parents but (I hate to say this but) some of them don't really deserve to give birth 😔 Hoping I could die once our Taiwan trip is over, which I am just doing for my uncle.

By the way, my parents aren't aware that I am autistic. And if I told them, they would probably not believe me. I know this is just self-diagnosed but having read a lot about it and looking at my childhood, I could attest to being one. I dunno. It's just sad to be misunderstood. And worse, to forever be invalidated of your thoughts and feelings. Only they are special. Only what they think or experience is what matters. Not mine.

[peroxidesoakedrag]

deeply annoyed because i misunderstood a conversation and my mom not only went straight to "no you're wrong i'm right no arguing" instead of vaguely trying to understand where the mistake even came from, she insisted i was wrong when i complained that was a bit much for a misunderstanding

like the onus is on me to correct it when i tried to talk about it and she straight up shut me down

i'm already used to being treated like i'm automatically wrong and useless and horrible but it's obviously tiring

i'm really, really tired

plus i haven't slept enough because i need to be up early tomorrow so i'm dealing with it whilst tired from lack of sleep

if i had to guess, right now my sister and mom are talking about how i'm irrational and get mad at everything because that's how it goes. they refuse to actually understand that i don't like it when people treat me like shit even when i cry my eyes out

one time my sister only laid off me for having trouble remembering things when i joked about it in a group chat with her friends and she started arguing with me in the group chat in front of her friends until i left the groupchat and refused to come back, fully knowing that'd break our dnd table setup

my mom kept insisting i come back because she's ~sad~. i still haven't. because i stand by the fact that she betrayed my trust and she isn't getting it back. i thought i was safe from her berating there. i was wrong, clearly

in the end they probably won't ever understand that i want to be treated fairly instead of like some nuisance they hate. probably because to them that's what i am and i'm just denying reality

they say again and again that they love me and care but if this is what their love looks like, i'd rather not be loved

i don't know. i just needed to vent. i'm so goddamn tired of how this is what my life is

to my mom i'm a worthless idiot who can't decide anything for himself, to my sister i'm a useless monster she's forced to deal with, and to my dad i'm a brat who refuses to forgive him for traumatizing me

that's probably why i couldn't take it when my friend rejected me. it was the one highlight to my days, to go to college and see him and have some hope for love

i can see now that he can still be the highlight, i guess. he's still my one friend. still the one person who listens to me even when i sound a little crazy

it's a pity. but i think i'm moreso able to deal with it now. i just need to remember that we're still friends. he never actually stopped being the one person who gets me. i'm probably one of the few people who get him, too, considering he has some unorthodox interests

so do i but that's also part of why he's the one person who gets me. we even share a few or at least are very willing to listen to the other

plus my type in men is extremely common so if i'm not an unbearable person and keep myself well-groomed i think i'll find somebody someday

honestly if i found somebody and they had a bone to pick with him i'd take it as a red flag and break up though. if a man can't deal with me having a close friend that's bad. if a man doesn't like the one guy who was nice to me through a difficult time in my life that's his problem

i have trouble with interpersonal relationships in general but i know some guidelines to follow when you want to determine if your friend or boyfriend sucks. so. either they Just Don't Get Along in a way that's harmless or something is really suspicious and i'll have to figure it out

i feel calmer already. in the end i'm happy to have a friend. still my light when things are dark but in a platonic soulmate way. no one else gets me like him and i'd like to think i also get him like not many people do

the ole daniel sloss "the idea of us kissing makes me very sad"? i guess? dunno

i'm glad to have found the resolution. really needed it. i do really want to get better even if i'm in an environment that's against it

[madxzxz]

ITS SO COLD ITS SO CHILLY the only reason I left my bed was because I had to use the restroom and so when I was finished I instantly got in the shower well not instantly something I never do is run the shower to let it get hot before getting in which i magic maybe but I just turn it on and scurry to the back on my tippy toes so I don't get hit but I couldn't take the risk today because if my body temperature dropped any lower I would have started taking damage now I'm all warm wrapped up by all the drops of water mmm and I'm brushing my teeth and now I'll be able to brave the day conquer it even I have Russian starting in 5 hours and idk if I'll be able to do anything but wait for it to start but that will be enough also something I commonly don't do it wash my legs well only the calves and shins if I am feeling lazy I stop at the knees and skip straight to my feet but I wash my feet separately from my body in part because I might be self conscious about them I have very clammy hands and feet and I cannot wear socks in doors I can but it's not as comfy and my feet are really sensitive to temperature and it will never be a winning situation because I have poor circulation to them so they are naturally cold and on the verge of necrosis so times like these when it's cold is just horrible but as soon as I put socks on they are getting cooked and theyre like help I can't breath its too hot and we're drowning in sweat so sad so sad but i think id always pick uncomfortable cold over uncomfortable heat because uncomfortable heat quickly makes me irritable but also there was this one wuestion abiut being stuck in a hot sandy desert or a cold arctic desert and I forget what I choose and my reasoning id have to get thw question again and fully interface eith it also when i brushed my teeth it gave me a flash of wasabi peas in my mind and I got a craving and the whole time the mintiness was stinging my tongue thats all i could think about but why do they sell wasabi peas in such big quantities how do you eat that many I mean I can the last time I ate wasabi peas I ate like half the bag but my taste buds were singed and I couldn't taste anything for days so like who's eating that much wasabi peas which makes me think of mental images again and like I can't create them but they definitely pop up in my head a lot not of my own creation and if I can its pretty situational like the exercise to close your eyes and picture an apple its really hard for me in that context but if I'm thinking of an apple ive seen in recent memory it gets more vivid but it needs a lot of context to ground it it cant be just the apple it needs to be the fruit bowl and all the other fruit surrounding or the produce isle or a cartoon depiction in a classroom/school kinda setting but then like with the wasabi peas thing Ill just have shit pop inti my head and its like hey remember this isnt it similar to whats happening now and im like yeah actually ive never thought about it like thst thats pretty cool thanks brain there was this one time it's either the smell or taste of ladybugs but I told my dad that the taste of metal is the same as the smell of ladybugs I think that was it and he was like what does that even mean that doesn't make sense why do you have those experiences even and I was like ok I guess I just won't talk to you then lol but then there's also bad images like if something sharp gets near my face I have a chance of getting images of eyes being gouged and it's not that fun and if I go on escalators i have the chance of seeing like final destination type stuff and I have to jump off at the end to get over the metal platform at the bottom or top and back onto the normal flooring

[3smo]

Can I request Sung jinwoo, prompt #14, with male reader?

• "we're in public, you know?" (#14)

warning: top male reader. public sex. in a bar. cock warming. drunk sex, but its just the readers who's drunk. jinwoo's drunk in love.

785 words.

1k event!

"jinwoo..." you groan out, head pounding. you regret drinking so much, especially when the place still had the fucking lights on. its only hurting you.

jinwoo kisses your cheek, picking himself up to sit on your lap. before, the man was scared he was going to crush you but, after a while, he got used to it and now sits on your lap whenever he feels like it.

though you were confused. he rarely shows public affection. he just didn't like it?

jinwoo leans his back to your chest, sighing in sadness. he wiggles and squirms to subtly get your attention. your eyes fly open as blood rushes straight to your dick, hardening. jinwoo freezes, feeling the outline of you.

he turns to you, glad yoo jinho was drunk out of his mind so he wouldn't point out the tension around the both of you.

"uuhh (name)?" you shake your head, arm sliding around his waist and resting your head in the crook of his neck. your hot breath hits his skin causing him to shake in growing arousal.

"yeah i know, just stay still n' it'll go away." you slurred out, voice husky and rough from the alcohol. jinwoo decides to listen, pressing his ass on your boner, waiting for it to fade away. but it doesn't.

a couple minutes passed and yoo jinho has left his seat to cry in the bathroom. jinwoo blushes, his body feeling hot.

"it's not going away..." he slightly whines, biting his bottom lip to conceal any attention grabbing noises. you nod, face burning against his skin.

"can i slip it inside?" jinwoo gapes at you, knitting his brow together. "it'll save me the embarrassment of walking to the restroom?"

he clicks his tongue, closing his eyes to think. he only wanted to get distracted because he couldn't get drunk anymore and he simply wanted to talk with you... "we're in public, you know?"

that's a yes. he feels you smile on his neck. you unbuckle his pants, lowering them just enough to slip inside before you pull your cock out through the zipper of your pants and aline the head to his entrance.

jinwoo flinches, your heat pressing up against him did feel nice... you slowly push in, letting jinwoo sink down and swallow you whole with ease. you rub his waist, "always so prepped for me, jin.."

he leans foward, pulling his shirt down to cover his skin, and placing hands on his cup of alcohol. even though he can't experience being drunk anymore, he still liked to drink it.

the grip on his waist tighten when he clenches around you. you lean back on your chair, sighing, causing jinwoo to sit up straight in worry. he knew you were going to do something. "(name), d-don't-!!"

he grits his teeth, body jolting as you gave an experimental thrust. his body tensing only made you want to continue if it wasn't for jinho who walked back into the booth.

he seemed a little sober up, as he was no longer crying. he looked at the tensed jinwoo, not minding that he was sitting in your lap.

he looked at his appearance and gasped. jinwoo jumps, heart pounding at his chest. "i finally got to see you drunk!?"

jinwoo gets the feeling to roll his eyes back, but not because of jinho, because you keep thrusting into him at a slow and teasing place.

"m'not d-drunnk!" he complains, it seems whenever he was getting fucked dumb, he opens up a little more.

you lightly pinched his waist, moving your finger to his hole, forcefully pushing two inside. jinwoo set his cup down with shaky hands and grips at the edge of the table, face flushing.

"yes you are!" jinho insists, his voice starting to annoy you but you wanted to have some fun in this situation. "you're really red, you can barely even speak a-and you look like you're about to pass out!"

he's pointing out common symptoms of a drunk person, not really knowing whats going on behind jinwoo.

you smile widely as jinwoo attempts to defend himself, fingers poking at with prostate with the intention of getting him exposed. jinwoo smacks his head against the table, shuddering violently. his body tensing up and little whimpers leaving him.

jinho perks up, eyeing his trembling form. he looks to your smirking face in confusion. "did you pass out!?"

jinwoo gives a nod, slow and hesitant. he places his hands on your knees to steady himself.

stupid (name). he thinks, eyes rolling up into his head as you hit his prostate again, stretching him out with your big, fat cock. i hate you, (name).

...

[doevademe]

Then without further ado 🤑

Prompt: adult and married Percy and Nico meeting their younger counterparts (let s say the ones from after the whole not my type incident) go craaaazy, sorry if it s not an easy one . I just hope you ll take a comedic approach to it but that s your choice.

"YOU!" The teen pointed at him once he saw him. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

Percy sighed and passed by his seventeen year old self and straight towards fifteen year old Nico. The little son of Hades shrugged, as if to say, 'what do you expect of me?' and walked towards the car.

"Sorry about this, Wise Girl," he apologized. "I swear I was watching them, but I guess I forgot how slippery I can be."

"You forgot a lot of things, Percy, if you're even Percy anymore!" his younger self kept accusing. "Why did you guys break up?!"

"Just... give me a heads up next time something like this happens," Annabeth said. "Just a few minutes with him and I remember why we broke up,"

Young Percy looked at her, betrayal in his eyes.

Percy took advantage of his shock and dragged him to the car, speeding off before he could try and jump out.

When the boys had appeared in front of him and Nico at home, his husband almost suffered an aneurysm. When Young Percy had asked where Annabeth was, as she would know how to take them back, Percy had been stupid enough to let it slip that they had broken up.

Cue his younger self running away to find her and find out what happened, with Young Nico following behind, to make sure he was safe.

"What did you do?" Young Percy asked, calmer this time. "Tell me so I never make the same stupid mistake!"

"It wasn't a mistake," Percy said, getting angry despite himself. "You just don't know how things will go until they happen."

"Maybe that's why I'm here, then," Young Percy explained, desperate. "To make sure this Bad Future doesn't happen."

"Then why am I here?" Nico spoke up. Percy immediately whipped his head back. He was still panicking, but now all his attention was centered on Nico. "The only thing I know about my future is that I am in your house."

And gods, was his seventeen year old self an idiot. How did he not notice himself forgetting the world just by listening to Young Nico's words? How did he justify his eyes following the movements of his hands like it was hypnotic?

Denial was one hell of a drug.

"Why wouldn't you be here? Or at my house? We're friends," Percy answered like it was the most natural thing in the world. "And right now, it's us against the future."

Nico said nothing, but he gave him a small smile. Young Percy relaxed.

"So, how did it happen?" he asked again once they were by the house.

"I fell in love with someone else," Percy said honestly. Young Percy's eyes widened. He obviously thought it impossible. "I was... about your age, really, but didn't notice it until much later, when that person was already taken."

"Well, I don't like anybody but Annabeth, so that means this future won't come to pass."

"Oh, it will, you just don't know it yet," Nico, older Nico, said as he leaned against the car. Young Percy jumped on his seat. "Welcome back, Percy. Was little me good?"

"I'm not ten," Young Nico complained. He looked at his older self. "Do you know why we're here?"

His husband shook his head.

"Afraid not, but good news is, I don't remember being thrown into the future and meeting my older self, so you guys probably won't remember this once you get back."

"Nico! Help me!" Young Percy said. "If I won't remember, then it means I must fix this here! You have to help me get back together with Annabeth!"

No one spoke for a few seconds, and Percy saw Young Nico wince. Whether he was sad over his younger self being such a hard head, or cringing at him was a mystery Percy couldn't crack.

Nico shook his head, smiling tenderly and leaning forward slightly on the window and... well, his husband was 24 and dressed in an oversized shirt that let a lot of his collar bone and chest show. Young Percy was too mesmerized to keep talking.

But Young Nico noticed and his eyes shifted rapidly between his older self and both Percys.

The son of Poseidon gave a subtle nod, winking at him. Young Nico's face turned a deep crimson. Gods, he missed when Nico used to do that.

"When you grow up, you'll understand why it ended," Nico said gently. Young Percy, cheeks a little red, nodded dumbly. Percy was sure that, at that point, his husband could make his younger self to jump to his doom faster than any siren. "Now come on, I made some ravioli I'm sure you guys will love. I remembered mamma's recipes," he added for his younger self's sake, who wouldn't stop sneaking glances at both Percys.

"Wait, so this is your house? Where do I live, then?"

Nico looked at Young Percy for a second and gave him what Percy knew as his 'I'm seducing you' smile. Young Nico looked escandalized.

"Where do you think, Percy?" he said in a low whisper. His younger self's eyes widened in horror.

"I... I don't like... do I? B-but you said, I mean, he said I... that I wasn't his—" he looked between the Nicos, probably seeing his version for the first time as well. "I'm not hungry!"

"Percy, wait!"

Their younger versions ran into the house. Percy would probably hide in their room and see all the evidence of their relationship, while Nico would try to calm Percy down, who, now with the idea in his mind, wouldn't be able to stop thinking about his Nico that way.

"That was evil," Percy said, chuckling. Nico smirked back.

"Maybe," Nico admitted. "But he was the one who suggested breaking our marriage, so he deserves it."

[raggaraddy]

Mouthy

Prompt: You say to Yandere BTS "Oh my god! Just shut up!"

A/N: Couldn't sleep, so I wrote this laying in bed. I hope it's not some sleep-deprived nonsense ^-^

Trigger warning: Yandere themes, violence, emotional manipulation, choking, non-con, D/s themes, examples of a bad D/s dynamic.

Alpha! Namjoon

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You scream it through your bedroom doorway. Storming to the railing of the stairs, you lean over and scream again. "Shut up!"

The sea of people on the ground floor go quiet. Only the music dares to keep making a sound in the background. You skulk back to your room, slamming the door loudly behind you. You had had a long, disappointing day. You were tired and grumpy, and moody and sad. But the dozens of uninvited pack members couldn't care less as their party raged on into the night.

Not allowing you enough time to even climb back into bed, Namjoon storms after you to address your outburst.

"Y/n, go downstairs right now and apologize." He orders.

"No." you mope. Feeling it's a wildly unfair request. All these people are in your house making so much noise when you're trying to sleep. How is it you that's in the wrong?

"Do you think I am asking you? I'm telling you. Get downstairs now." He says sternly. His strict tone making you even more emotional. You just wanted him to be on your side for this.

"But- But I," you sniffle, with tears in your eyes.

"No," Namjoon cuts you off. "I've asked you all afternoon what's wrong. And you wouldn't tell me. So right at this moment, I don't want to hear it. You have been disrespectful to me and my people. So you are going to put some more clothes on and cover-up, and you will go out there and apologize to every single person." He growls, leaving no room to argue. "And you will do it sincerely, or I will give you something to cry about."

King! Seokjin

You didn't say it to his face. You would never be that stupid. But still, you clearly weren't smart enough. While gossiping to a friend, someone you thought was a confidant, you're complaining about a seemingly endless, boring meeting you had to serve today.

"And I just wanted to tell all of them; Oh my god! Just shut up!" You laugh. 

But hours later it's no longer a laughing matter.

"How did you enjoy serving me today, Princess?" Jin asks his tone giving nothing away of what he already knows.

"I enjoyed it. Thank you, your Majesty" You politely smile, thinking his question to be a kindness.

"I often find these meetings so dull. Many of the Lords do like to ramble on. Sometimes I would enjoy telling all of them to just shut up." He speaks the words so purposefully that you know at once you've been exposed.

"My Lord, I-"

"If you are smart you will not say another word." He speaks softly, with a grin on his face. "I want to thank you, Y/n.  I have an endless supply of other people I can hurt. Each one of them is freely at my disposal, but you are my favourite toy." He fills the space in front of you. "However, I am a man of my word. I swore to you that you will be unharmed if you are obedient, and I would not dare to break this vow. Of course, I have sorely missed playing with my beloved little dol, though."

Towering over you he sets off your instinct to get to your knees and grovel, begging his forgiveness for your carelessness. But that would only be a wasted effort.

"So thank you, Princess, for giving me the possibility to hear your pretty cries of pain again. I will make sure to use this opportunity to its fullest."

Assassin! Yoongi

He had been in a hyper mood for 2 days straight. His energy and enthusiastic interaction was something you always craved, but you had never dealt with it this long before and you were losing your sanity and your composure.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You shout at him as your last nerve snaps.

"Okay, Y/n." He gives little to no reaction. "Remember you said this in a month from now when you're begging me to speak to you."

But it didn't take a month. In two weeks you were in tears apologizing. He left you free to roam the house, but he revoked all communication from you. The only times he gave you any attention, was when he forcibly made you stop doing something he didn't like. Or when he wanted you for sex. But still, he wouldn't utter a single word, only bending you over to take what he wanted.

After 5 weeks, just as you thought you'd never hear his voice again, he finally broke his silence. Only to break your heart.

"Listening to you these past few weeks, I realise how much you talk. It's time you take your own advice and shut up. Y/n, I don't want to hear a sound out of you until I say. 5 weeks was easy enough for me. So let's start with that, and then I'll see if I want to hear from you yet."

Vampire! Hoseok

Hoseok was always so animated. Normally it didn't bother you, but he was talking and reacting through yet another movie and you were sick of it. It might have been because you were PMSing or maybe because Hoseok had forgotten to feed you all day, but when he yelled at the TV, you yelled at him.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" And right away you were teeming with regret.

"I'm sorry baby. Am I being too loud?" He laughs with an unexpectedly harmless reply. Playfully but roughly slapping his hand on your thigh. "I'll keep it down."

You're not dumb enough to think that your eruption would go unanswered. So you sit tensely, anxiously waiting to see how he will repay you.

"Baby," he whispers in your ear, after sitting in silence for 20 minutes. "You know I have very strong hearing right?" You nod nervously. Chewing your lip. "Well, your breathing is too loud and very distracting. I can hardly hear the movie. Can you please fix that?"

You know this is going to lead to something horrible, but you have no choice but to do as he says. For the next 10 minutes, you're completely distracted trying to inhale and exhale as softly and shallowly as possible.

"Hmm baby, it's really too much. I can't concentrate on the film." He stands, pulling his belt off. "Here let me help you."

He wraps his belt around your neck, pulling and setting it so tight that it's biting into your skin. Your throat constricting, barely letting you breathe.

As you wheeze and splutter and cough, he holds the end like a leash. Sitting back on the couch, he turns his focus back to the movie without letting you loosen the strap or get away. Your whole body is shaking, your eyes starting to roll back as you struggle to inhale. The belt is cruelly not tight enough to have you pass out though. Only allowing you to sit in your suffering. The sound of your gasping filling the room.

"Ahh, there you go baby. That's much better. Don't worry, it's just while we're watching movies. And there's only two more left in the trilogy."

Playboy! Jimin

He was telling you over and over how sorry he was. How he didn't mean to kiss that girl. That he was drinking. And that she kissed him. It was every excuse and lie he had spouted 100 times before.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You yelled at him. And for a moment it worked. He sat in stunned silence. But as you got off the bed to leave, taking your car keys with you, he chased after you.

"Where are you going?"

"Out Jimin. I need some time alone to think." You scowl.

But he refuses, blocking the door. Holding his arms to either side to barricade you in.

"No, you can't leave! I said I'm sorry."

"Fuck off Jimin, your apologies mean nothing." You say shoving him.

He doesn't accept that. With a roar, he grabs your shoulders throwing you down onto the bed. Quickly straddling you, using far too much force to keep you pinned beneath him. Tearing off the pillowcases, he makes some shoddy but effective restraints. Tying you to the bars on the headboard.

Ignoring your screams and how you struggle he starts to kiss down your neck, pulling at your clothes, rubbing his hands down your body.

"I'm gonna make you feel good Y/n. I'll show you that I only want you, then you'll have to forgive me." He says sounding desperate and unhinged.

You cry and yell for him to stop, trying to buck him off you, but his hand covers your mouth, his other successfully tearing down your panties from under your dress.

"Don't fight me, Angel. Just let me in. And I'll prove I love you the most."

Dom! Taehyung

Finally, Taehyung had agreed to spend some time with you in a social environment. He and you went out to a movie and dinner with some of your friends. They were vanilla friends though, so as an exception, for the day he loosened a lot of the restrictions and formalities you normally had in place.

You, however, you were getting a little too relaxed. While you joked with you're friends, you started to speak to him the same manner. As you and he were playfully arguing about trivia facts you realized you were losing the debate.

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" You joke. But in the company of your friends or not, Taehyung was not about to let you disrespect him. Even in jest.

"Is that how you should talk to me girl?" He asks loudly and in front of everyone, bringing the group conversation to a grinding halt.

His change in tone and his use of the possessive pet name, right away have you back in your place.

"No," you whisper. The sting of embarrassment hot upon your cheeks.

"No, what?" He pushes it.

You can't stand to look up. All of the attention is on the two of you. And even in your peripheral, you can see your friends looking at you judgementally, wide-eyed and in shock.

And he was making it worse by having you use his title around them.

"No, Sir." you surrender, your head hung low.

"Shouldn't you also apologise to the other people at the table? For interrupting our night with your rudeness." He keeps piling on one shame after the other. Stretching out the ordeal.

"No, it's fine." One of your friends tries to laugh off the awkwardness and speed the discussion away from this point. "She doesn't have to."

"Y/n," He prompts you, disregarding what your friend had said.

Thoroughly humiliated, you can't imagine how you are going to repair these relationships or explain this treatment away.

"I'm sorry for interrupting the night with my rudeness." you swallow heavily, hands shaking.

"Good girl. Now mind your mouth. Before you make me embarrass you further."

Mafia! Jungkook

"Oh my god! Just shut up!" you say in a hushed voice. More of a prayer said to yourself than an actual demand you expected Jungkook to hear.

"What did you just say to me?" he lowers the phone, gawking at you.

You really didn't mean to, it just slipped out. He was talking on the phone, going into too graphic detail about how he and his men dealt with a threat recently. You couldn't handle the gruesome details he was recanting anymore and the words just fell out.

"What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?" He repeats again through your nonreply. His tongue running through the inside of his cheek, his jaw and muscles tensing. His voice jumping rapidly from stunned to aggressive.

You're at home alone with him, so you weren't paying much mind to what you were saying. But this afternoon he's been dealing with work. And right now he isn't Kookie, no the person in front of you is Jeon Jungkook. The temperamental Mafia head, who would as likely hit you as he would speak to you.

"I'm sorry," you squeak.

"You're sorry?" He scoffs, slamming the phone down. "If you had said it and meant it, that would be one thing. I could respect that. But you really just can't control your stupid little mouth can you."

"I-" you start a defence, or more a plea for mercy.

"Shut the fuck up!" He growls leaning forward in his seat making you flinch back. Darting his hand out he grabs you by the hair, pulling you back to where you were. "Don't flinch. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help you." He smiles.

You wriggle in his clutches, mewling the same trifle apologies under your breath.

"Shhh, my brainless little Kitten. I'm gonna give you a gift." He smirks. "For your own safety, you don't need to talk for the rest of the day. I just need you to come when I call. Sit on my lap when I tell you. And purr for me like a good little pussy." Grabbing your arm harshly, he yanks you off your chair and onto the ground. "There you go, where you belong." He laughs. "You think you can remember to do all that? I know you can. Otherwise, I'll buy you a kat collar to remind you how my Kitten should behave."

[moonshineboyz]

Sweet Dare || Eric Sohn

Pairing: sub!Eric x dom!fem reader

Genre: Smut, college house party

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, dry hump, slight handjob, tiny bit of choking, unprotected sex

masterlist ♡

“Truth or dare, Y/N/?” Your friend asked holding back a smug smile.

“Dare.” You didn't think much of it, already tired of being in that situation. Moreover, it was just a stupid game, it couldn't be something that bad... right?

“I dare you...” She thought tapping an index finger on her chin, looking around the circle of people sitting on the floor quietly waiting with anxious eyes. “… To sit on Eric’s lap. Like, kinda dry humping, you know?” Your eyes widened at that, a visible teasing smirk on her face now.

“What?” You scoffed. “No way I'm doing this. Not at all.” You shook your head, furrowed brows. There wasn't a minimal possibility in you doing such a thing with your friend.

You looked over at Eric, his eyes just as widened as yours, glued on the bottle in the center. Not that you thought he wasn't good looking or something of the sort, it's just that it felt weird, he was your friend after all and you couldn't think it'd be a good idea. Even though a little spark of curiosity ignited within you, but you decided to ignore.

“You're no fun.” Your friend faked a pout and giggled. “Okay, so... truth: would you sit on Eric's lap and dry hump him?” You just stared at her, not knowing why the hell she insisted in picking Eric out of all the other people in there. There was absolutely nothing between you two other than a friendship, and you were starting to worry that things would get awkward with him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, of course not.” You stated sternly rolling your eyes at the end. “Okay, next.” You quickly stretched out your arm to spin the bottle so the game could continue.

Not even waiting for the bottle to stop spinning, you got up on your feet and excused yourself saying that you needed to use the bathroom. You glared over at Eric and saw the lingering shock mixed with embarrassment in his face. You made eye contact with him for a millisecond and turned to the door, leaving the room that was filled with giggles once more.

As you closed the door behind you, your ears were welcomed again by the loud music coming from downstairs, questioning why you'd agreed on going to a house party. You made your way towards the bathroom down the hall, trying not to bump into some random drunk bodies and couples making out.

A sigh of relief left your lips as soon as you locked the door. Coming near the mirror, you noticed how your eyes were starting to get red due to the tiredness accumulated from the week. You needed to go home in that instant if you wanted to get some sleep and be able to get up early next morning. “Fuck projects on Saturdays.” You thought to yourself.

You turned on the faucet and wet your nape a bit in an attempt to refresh yourself. Looking back in the mirror while fixing some strands of your hair, a thought came back into your mind, what if you had accepted that dare? How would it had felt like? How Eric would feel like against you? You got surprised by your own mind, especially by the last question. You shook your head as if to clear your mind and get these weird thoughts away.

Getting out of the bathroom, you went straight into the kitchen, willing to have one last glass of juice or soda before going home, to which you thanked heavens for being able to find a second option to drink since you weren't having alcohol. You filled yourself a cup of orange juice, happy not to see many people in this part of the house, them being too focused on getting more drinks and some snacks, so you wouldn't have to engage in an unwanted small talk with any of them. As you were looking out the window, lost in your own thoughts about the project you had to do, a familiar voice called you.

“Y/N! Noona, I was looking for you!” You turned to see your pink haired friend coming your way. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You nodded signaling for him to continue. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Hmm, are you, perhaps... by any chance... mad at me?” Eric asked hesitantly, expression on his face telling you he was afraid of your answer.

“What? No! Why would I?” You chuckled lightly.

“Because of... that dare?” He more asked than answered you and you raised your brows. You slightly cursed at this topic being brought up in your mind again.

Waving your hands as in a “no” motion to calm his worries you said: “No, no, it's okay. It's not even you who dared me.” You offered a kind smile. “And you?” Eric tilted his head and looked at you a little puzzled, you chuckled again. “Are you mad at me? I mean, I'm sorry I said that in a rude way, I didn't mean to. It's just that it weirded me out and... you know, we're friends...”

“Yeah, I understand. And I'm not mad at you either.” You nodded at his words and looked out the window once more to avert his gaze, and in that, you missed the way his cheeks got rosy. “So... we're good?”

“Yeah, we're good.” You smiled up at him reassuringly. You finished your juice in one last gulp and placed the glass back on the counter top. “I think that's enough partying for me tonight.”

“You're leaving already?” Even though it was just a tiny bit, it was visible the sadness in his eyes.

“I'm getting sleepy and bored.” You shrugged. “How are you going home?”

“Actually, I was supposed to leave with Sunwoo and sleep at his place because we have training tomorrow. But I bet he's too busy making out with someone right now.” He let out a small airy laugh.

“Well, you can sleep at mine. I think there's still a pair of your clothes from the last sleepover we had.”

Eric looked at you and then at the floor, debating with himself whether or not he should take your offer. “Are you sure? I don't want to bother you I can-”

“It's alright, I also have to go to the campus in the morning so we can go together. Plus, my house is closer to campus than Sunwoo's.” He gave you a wide smile deciding to leave the party with you. “Have you drunk?” You watched as he slowly shook his head mumbling something about just having soda all night. “Good, so you're driving.” You said tossing him your car keys and walking to the front door, ready to leave the house.

“Wait, really?” He took hurried steps to get beside you, eyes ten times bigger as he asked. You giggled at his cuteness, fighting the urge to pinch his cheek.

“Just because I'm tired and you need to practice.”

“Wow, thank you, noona! You're the best!” Eric smiled bigger than ever.

“Yeah, yeah, just don't crash my car and don't try to kill us.” You rolled your eyes jokingly at him strongly nodding all excited. He was like a puppy.

Eric was always like that, following you around, giggly and energetic saying how nice he thought you were and how he liked to spend time with you. Sometimes you found he resembled a little kid, with sparkly eyes and talking in a rushed manner gesturing his hands. And when you laughed at anything he said, he'd open the biggest smile turning his eyes into crescent moons.

You had such a soft spot for him.

It was hard not to, actually. He constantly tried to show how much he cared for you, listening and supporting you when you needed it. Never wanting to bother or disappoint you in any way.

In the calm ride back to your house, you kept giving Eric some directions on where to turn, since he didn't know that neighborhood very well. When you got to a more known route and he didn't need more instructions, your mind began to wander. The thoughts of him being a sweet nice friend now giving space to the ones about how he could be so determined and focused. And damn, you just noticed how hot he looked when focused and serious like that.

You could tell by his stiff body that he was a little bit nervous in driving someone else's car, but you thought it just added to the hotness. His perfect side profile and sharp jaw line, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Your eyes traveled from his soft pinkish lips to his arms and the way they flexed as he grabbed the steering wheel, making you gulp at the sight. You quickly glanced from his chest to his thighs and turned your head to look at the road in front of you, cursing at how you were thinking about your dear friend.

Not much time later you arrived home and Eric parked your car perfectly, turning to you with an expecting expression waiting for some sort of feedback.

“You did great, really. Just need to remember to turn the headlights off.”

“Oh, right! Sorry.” He widened his eyes noticing the light reflecting ahead of the car and you chuckled.

As soon as you both stepped inside, you made your way to your own room, telling Eric he could take a shower first if he wanted and his mentioned pair of clothes was in the spare room. You started moving around grabbing the stuff needed for the project next morning, too distracted that you didn't even notice Eric anxiously standing at your door until he called you.

“Noona, I know you're tired but can we talk? I need to get this off my chest.” Worry and a tint of fear were written all over his face. You hummed and signaled him to take a seat on your bed, following him when he did. The boy closed his eyes taking in a deep breath. “Listen, I'm really sorry. It's just that I don't know what to do, I shouldn't but I can't stop thinking about it and it's driving me crazy-”

“About what exactly, Eric?” You cut him off, feeling anxious at him beating around the bush.

He dropped his head and closed his eyes shut, one hand intertwining fingers with the other, knuckles white from the strength he was applying. “Earlier. The dare. I wished y-... I-I just got curious ab- I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me.” He wanted to curl himself up out of embarrassment, waiting for you scold him.

But instead, your eyes grew bigger and your heart started racing. You had no idea he'd be thinking about this like you were and honestly, you found it interesting. With butterflies in your stomach, you touched his shoulder softly calling out his name saying you weren't mad, which made him look up at you but not raising his head, too afraid you'd get angry. “You want to try it?”

He sat up straight surprised at your question, avoiding your eyes. “N-no, you don't have to, I just needed to-”

“I'm asking if you want to. It's okay.” You gave his knee a gentle squeeze and it was like the air got knocked out of his lungs when he slightly nodded and said “yes” in a small voice. Cheeks immediately getting flushed, you smirked at that.

You pointed your finger, indicating Eric to sit a little further on the bed, leaning his back on the headboard and you wasted no time in straddling him. Your heart was pounding so much as you looked deep into his eyes, sensing the nervousness, so you leaned in closer and whispered in his ear for him to relax. Deciding that you needed to make him relax yourself, you planted a kiss on his jaw to which he inhaled deeply and you could see his skin already getting goosebumps, softening his body.

You ran your fingers through his soft pink locks and tugged lightly at it, to make him give you more access to the skin. Trailing open mouthed kisses down his neck you left a hickey and Eric gasped when he felt your tongue tracing the mark you just made, bucking up his hips. You felt him getting hard and started to move your hips in a circular motion, but in a languid rhythm, making him shudder with the increasing arousal, added to the way he'd been thinking about you all night since that stupid game. And the fact that he had you right there in his lap but still couldn't get satisfied made him groan in frustration, growing needier by the second.

“This needy already, baby?” A hearty chuckle left your lips. “You can touch me.” You whispered noticing how his hands were gripping the bedsheets and Eric immediately grabbed your hips, trying to pull you closer to his crotch.

“Noona~ hmm stop teasing,I-” He got cut off, breath hitching when you repositioned yourself to better align your already throbbing core to his hard cock. Grinding down onto him, Eric sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back a moan, but let out a small whimper.

“Don't hide your moans, baby, I want to hear you.” You lowered your face to suck on the sweet spot of his neck, causing him to moan and grab your hips harder. “That's better.” You smiled leaving wet kisses on his skin and raking his scalp, to which the boy whined. You applied more force to the friction, seeing him writhe underneath you and finding sinfully beautiful the way he furrowed his brows with eyes closed and breathed heavily, groaning in a low tone.

You looked at his lips, slightly swollen by the biting to hold his noises and you felt the urge to taste them. Both your hands went to each side of his jaw holding his face, you leaned in closer and let your lips brush over his, softly at first, finally clashing at them when he didn't pull away. You inhaled in deeply, feeling lightheaded with the new sensation.

Eric's hands timidly caressed your thighs, but grabbed the flesh strongly the moment you licked his bottom lip and caught it between your teeth, gently nibbling at it. Your tongue soon met his and you felt shockwaves run down your spine. The kiss felt like heaven but with a tint of something lustful and vicious, just like a sweet but strong wine. And you were more than willing to get drunk on it.

The make out was messy and sloppy, filled with heavy breaths and small whimpers. You never stopped moving your hips and by the way Eric was starting to shake, digging his nails into your skin, you guessed he was close. You thought of letting him come undone just like that, but decided on something better.

You pulled away, taking in at the blushed cheeks and dazed look on his face up close and hop out of the bed. His confused expression asking why you left him like that, right on the edge of his release.

“What? I'm giving you something better instead of letting you cum in your pants.” You chuckled and he blushed harder. “Now take your clothes off, baby.”

You watched his trembling hands slide his pants off of him together with the underwear and get rid of his shirt. You stared at his beautiful naked body laying there on your bed, patiently waiting for your next move. The tip of his dick was angry red, twitching and dripping precum onto his abdomen as you slowly unbuckled the belt of your high waisted shorts. His eyes were glued on you, hungrily scanning your body and cursing under his breath about how hot you were.

“N-noona, you're so beautiful.” Eric shifted in his place, wanting you to touch him again.

Staying only in your black and red bra, you walked up back to the bed and sat on Eric's thighs, lightly scratching his abs and making him shudder. You wrapped one hand around his cock and smeared the leaking precum with your thumb, gaining a gasp from him. You pumped him slowly but with a tight grip, gyrating your wrist. The other hand sneaked up to his neck, fingers closing around it putting just a small pressure.

“Will you be good to me?” He nodded. “Use your words, honey.” You purred, voice like satin and a faint smirk playing on your lips.

The boy gulped and you felt it against your palm. “I-I'll be good, noona, I promise.”

You smiled mischievously pumping his shaft for a few more seconds before standing on your knees to straddle him in a better position. Your cunt was aching to clench around something, wetter than you've ever been.

With one hand you held on Eric's shoulder and the other guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip on your folds at first and circling your clit, making you both jolt a little due to the sensitivity. You played like that a bit more and sank onto him, feeling him stretching you out and let out a broken moan. “You feel so good, baby.”

You trailed your tongue on the side of his neck, taking in the saltiness of the thin layer of sweat that was starting to form on the skin and rotated your hips teasingly, he was stuffing you so good you rolled your eyes.

His knuckles turned white from the strong hold in your waist as if you were going to disappear. He thrust up, whining as he reached deeper inside you, your pussy so tight around him. Just by the way he started panting looking at you half lidded eyes, you knew he wasn't going to last long, and to be honest neither were you.

“Be good and stay still.” You said with lust dripping from your words like they were pure venom.

You lifted your hips just to sink back down onto Eric, setting a lazy rhythm just to last a little longer and enjoy the feeling of his cock massaging your inner walls.

“C-can I kiss you?” The boy asked in a husky voice, letting out a moan in the end and you couldn't say no. You pulled him closer by the back of his head crashing your lips together and kissing hard. He whimpered into the kiss when your nails raked his nape and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around his till he pulled away heavily breathing. “Please, can I touch you more?”

You smiled to yourself, seeing how eagerly your friend seemed to want you and that made you want to tease him a little more. “What's that? You like fucking your noona, hm?” Your hand caressed his flushed cheek, thumb tracing the outline of his lips. “Tell me, baby, you wanted this so much, didn't you? Have you thought about it?” He squirmed biting his bottom lip and shyly nodded.

“Noona, please, can I touch you?” Eric repeated his question, hands itching to travel up your body to touch your breasts but you shook your head, telling him to just keep his hands on your waist or he wouldn't get nothing at all. But he could kiss it though, to which he quickly started littering kisses all over your collarbones and chest, biting onto the soft skin.

The pace of your hips increased, bouncing on his cock and letting out soft moans and dirty praises. “What a good boy. You're so obedient, baby.” He was indeed being so good to you, but it was so hard to keep his hips in place or not to use his hands to explore your body. Your hand pulled his hair to make him look up, while the other went to wrap around his throat, making his jaw drop, eyes fluttering shut. “Think I should reward you more often. What do you think, would you like that?” You scratched his abdomen again, earning a husky 'please' from him.

You started riding him in a desperate rhythm making him go even deeper, nails digging into his shoulders, his dick hitting the right spot inside you each time your hips met, to which your vision blurred, finding hard to keep your eyes open. A knot was forming at the pit of your stomach and you could already feel your release at your fingertips.

Everything felt just too much for the poor boy, amazingly too much. He was so overwhelmed by the feeling of being swallowed by your warm wet cunt and the way you looked like a goddness while riding him so good, calling him baby was making him almost lose his sanity.

“Y/N ngh- noona... shit-” Eric cried out, your walls contracting so deliciously that he couldn't help but to spill himself to the very last drop inside you, cumming while he repeated your name as if it was the only thing he knew. You drank in the way he threw his head back rolling his eyes.

“Fuck, you look so cute when you cum, baby.” You tried to maintain a steady voice but it came out shaky by how his cock was twitching. Your body began to spasm, never stopping your erratic moves to chase your own climax, with hips stuttering.

All the tension built up in your entire body snapped like electricity spreading under the skin and you bit down onto the crook of Eric’s neck to muffle your moans when you came around him, clenching so much it made him arch his back. Huffing and puffing you sloppily undulated your hips to come down from your high, prolonging the feeling of tremors running through your body.

You collapsed resting your forehead on his shoulder trying to catch your breath and when you did, you slowly slid him out of you making him sigh and started to leave butterfly kisses on the boy’s neck where you had left marks earlier to which he chuckled.

“And you wanted to go home because you were tired.” He said jokingly and you blew air from your nose lifting your head to stare at him.

“And I was! But someone was needy.” You teased back. “Now guess we’re gonna be late in the morning.” Your finger pointed at the clock on the nightstand stating that was already past 1am.

Eric shrugged, looking up at you with lazy hooded eyes, a faint blush on the cheeks complimenting his slightly swollen lips and a little bit of hair sticking to his forehead. His skin was glowing. “I don’t mind, it’s already worth it.” You thought you saw a different spark into his eyes, different from the looks he gave you all night, this was a hungrier one.

[theluminoussunflower]

best behavior (or as close as you can get)

while amelia was away for the weekend, stephanie's parents invited her to come home

at that point, steph has no interest in engaging with her parents, but pittsie said it would be good

"you can tell them how you felt when they didn't come last weekend," he says when the two are alone in the library

but stephanie shakes her head, "that'll start an argument, i'm too tired for that"

pittsie wants to joke "then take a nap beforehand"

but he can tell stephanie won't appreciate his amazing sense of humor him not reading the room

"do you want me to come with you?" pittsie asks instead "just tell them you want to invite a friend"

"i don't know, you're still on thin ice with my father with the skirt stunt," stephanie says

"oh come on, i didn't do anything wrong!"

"i know that, but he thinks you're... i don't know, gay or something"

pittsie's face scrunched up "would that matter?"

"to him, you know how he is"

"well, i promise to not wear a skirt, and i promise to behave as heterosexually as possible," pittsie says, sitting up straight "i'll even ask for your hand in marriage if it proves to him that i am so"

stephanie laughs, for the first time in probably a week "i'll say no"

"damn, really?" pittsie says frowning, although he's not actually sad, "you wouldn't marry me?"

"not with a gun to my head"

HAHAHA ANYWAY

stephanie asks, and her parents allow pittsie to come to their house for sunday brunch

(of course on the condition that he'll be on his best behavior)

so after sunday morning service, a driver takes them to the meeks' residence

it's not a large house per se

there are only three bedrooms, so stephanie's brothers share a room

and stephanie's room isn't exactly her own

it's designed for guests mainly because they have more guests than times when stephanie stays the night

the kitchen/dining room is petite, perfect for four people to eat in

still in their sunday best, stephanie and pittsie wait at the front door for an answer

"remember, no mentioning the club, most likely don't mention poetry unless we're talking about mr anderson's class," stephanie whispers

"and no talking about stephen," pittsie says as a reminder for himself

not making that mistake again

mrs meeks answers the door

pittsie towers over her (he usually does with everyone)

but mrs meeks is even shorter than her daughter

she's like a doll, with perfect hair, perfect clothes, a soft and kind face

pittsie always thought it was such an odd contrast from mrs to mr

the three pass by the framed photograph of mr meeks, mr pitts, and stephen, in their uniforms in vietnam

before... well, you know

both stephanie and pittsie hate the photograph

it reminds them of how their fathers could have been

happy

mr meeks is at the table reading the paper while he does nothing for the food being ever-so-slightly burnt on the stove

"gerry junior," he says when steph and pittsie enter, "how's your father?"

"he's fine, his last surgery went really well," pittsie says

bone graft in his leg (no fun)

stephanie helps her mother finish cooking

(pittsie would have also because that's polite but mr meeks caught him in a conversation about school that he couldn't get out of)

"you're enjoying your classes?" mrs meeks asks steph and pittsie

both nod

"we were lucky enough to get the best teachers this year," pittsie says

"do you have a favorite?" mrs asks

"do you have a favorite child, mrs meeks?" pittsie jokes

it makes stephanie roll her eyes a bit, "mr anderson's my favorite," she says

mr meeks nods, seemingly approving of her choice

"i guess me too," pittsie says, "i like dalton though"

the air shifts

mr meeks nearly chokes on his champagne

"dalton" he sneers under his breath

the table is silent, neither steph nor pittsie wants to continue the conversation

mr meeks slams his fist on the table, making steph and mrs meeks nearly jump out of their seats

"i still can't believe richard cameron would ever think to hire a scoundrel like charlie dalton," he says

"william, i—" mrs meeks starts to say in a small voice

"god damn rascal shouldn't be allowed in the school!"

"mr meeks," pittsie finally speaks over him, "i'm not sure how you remember mr dalton, but i highly doubt he is currently the reckless misfit you make him sound like"

"he really is a great teacher," stephanie says, "he's clear with the content, he's not too difficult with grading, he's actually opened my eyes to a lot of the failings of our democracy, and it's made me think that we—pitts and i and our friends—would benefit from—"

"do you hear this, moira?" mr meeks asks his wife, whose chin is tucked into her chest

"it sounds like she's had a lot to think about..." she says with a nervous laugh

"is it really so important the way he teaches, so long as we're learning?" pittsie wonders

"if he teaches her what's wrong with our country, what's to stop her from... oh, i don't know, opening her mind to other avenues," mr meeks continues

"he's not teaching us—" pittsie is basically red in the face at this point

"i think... um..." stephanie can see smoke coming out of her father's ears, "i think we should leave it there"

stephanie and pittsie leave once they're done with brunch, and both are silent on the drive back to welton

pittsie walks stephanie back to her dorm, "should we tell someone?" he asks, "about your dad?"

"what about him?" stephanie says, glum

pittsie shrugs "just that... he's... i don't know... the way that he is"

"and what'll change?" stephanie shuts the door

meanwhile, across the school, charlie dalton is in his office, getting his work organized for the next day

and cameron comes in

"charlie?"

just by the tone of voice and the way cameron holds himself, charlie senses it's Bad

"am i fired?" he asks

which he usually does, as a joke!

(but bro, i don't think it's a joke anymore)

"no," cameron says

not yet

"i got a complaint from a parent about you," he says, "as per protocol, i have to temporarily suspend your teaching, until i get things sorted"

"who?" charlie asks, furrowed brows

"i can't say"

"cameron, you've watched me teach, i haven't done anything unorthodox"

charlie feels desperate, for the first time in a while too

"i know, it's just protocol, hopefully you'll be back by next week"

"next week? what about my students? what'll they do? how can i possibly get a week behind schedule and get them prepared for exams?"

cameron doesn't say anything for a moment

his mind just freezes for a second

the way charlie's biggest concern wasn't himself (for once), rather his students

one of whom obviously said something off about their civics teacher to warrant a report

"they'll be separated into mr o'dowd's classes for now"

"he'll be totally overwhelmed, cam, is there even enough room?"

"charlie, i never thought i'd say this, but your focus should be on you, specifically keeping your job"

"b-but the kids—"

"i know, everything will be fine"

they stand in silence for a moment

"i'll do anything," charlie says, "i'll do anything to stay, i... i can't give up on these kids"

monday comes

and imagine todd anderson's shock when he returns from his first weekend away all year and he finds out that charlie got reported

"not even a semester into teaching," he says pacing around his apartment, where charlie lies on todd's bed "that's almost impressive!"

"todd, would you not make jokes right now?" charlie says, staring at the ceiling "when i used to get in trouble, at least i knew why, i'm completely in the dark here"

todd sighs, "if cameron said you didn't have to worry, i'd believe him, besides you're only suspended from teaching, nothing's stopping you from gathering your students in the library and doing your lessons there"

"feel like i'd be adding fuel to the fire by doing that," charlie says, "i just have to wait it out, see what cameron does"

todd stares at charlie for another moment

this isn't the piece of shit menace to society he knew in high school

"charlie... um," todd says, "if it gets down to it and stuff... i'll vouch for you"

charlie sits up and looks at todd

"you're a good teacher, i've heard nothing but good things from the students, you should have this job, and they should have you as a teacher"

todd doesn't realize it until charlie hugs him, but he's shaking

just a little bit

but enough that charlie feels it

there's a sign taped to mr dalton's door, instructing students to go to the library where mr o'dowd will teach them for who knows how long

rumors start flying

rumor, rather

that mr dalton was fired

but no one could think of why he could have been

it wasn't anything he was doing in the classroom

mr cameron never seemed bothered when he'd come in and observe

and none of the teachers could say anything

not even amelia could get a straight answer from her dad

("is he coming back?"

"i'm not sure"

"do you think he should come back?"

"shouldn't you be in chemistry right now?")

when stephanie finds out, it hits her like a brick

my father is behind this

she goes to pittsie immediately

she's panicking, to say the least

"ohmygodi'mgoingtogetmrdaltonfiredthisisallmyfault"

the best pittsie can do is remind her that he's seen mr dalton today

on his way to mr cameron's office

he also wasn't very helpful

("i just assumed you were sick"

"no, it's grown up stuff"

"???")

in mr cameron's office, charlie sits with cameron and mr and mrs meeks

"can you tell me exactly what your daughter told you about mr dalton that concerned you?" cameron says for maybe the third time

"she said he was teaching her the failings of our democracy," mr meeks says

cameron stares at him, waiting for an elaboration

"in my defense—" charlie starts

cameron clears his throat, "part of the curriculum for civics is teaching students about the positives and negatives with different forms of government, do you believe that's what she was referring to? or do you believe he was being... unnecessarily unpatriotic?"

"i believe charles dalton is instilling ideas into my daughter that will make her rethink her morals to a troubling extent," mr meeks continues

"make her rethink the ideas you instilled into her," charlie corrects, "because god forbid your daughter thinks for herself"

"running off course, instead of running with the crowd, is what got neil perry killed," mr meeks spits, "and i won't remind you what happened to keating after"

charlie eyes go wide

this guy is... an unfortunate victim of pstd following his time in vietnam and witnessing the death of his older brother

but he's also a shit dad

"mr meeks, with all due respect, i think your concern comes from a miscommunication," cameron says, "and i understand you want your daughter educated to your standards"

mr meeks nods, the first rational thing he had done the whole conversation

"and based on my observations and the feedback i've gotten from students and teachers alike, mr dalton is doing exactly that"

charlie smirks

"i can assure you, the last thing we'd ever want to do is turn your daughter against the country you, your brother, and i fought for"

"the country steve died for" mr meeks says

cameron nods and sighs

as if he could forget

mr and mrs meeks leave shortly after, and charlie stays back in cameron's office

"jesus, what a dick," charlie says, sorta finding his sense of humor for the first time that day

cameron shrugs, "he's kinda always been like that, makes me worry about stephanie a bit"

"and what about the mrs?" charlie asks "she didn't say a word the whole time"

"dunno" cameron says, "look, i've gotta run all this by the board..."

charlie sighs heavily "great"

"between you and me," cameron says "i wouldn't worry, the board may be unreasonable, but they also make the curriculum, so if a parent doesn't like it, it's not the teacher's fault, you know?"

"but they can still blame it on me," charlie says

"i won't let that happen"

with a stupid little smirk on his face, charlie turns and leaves the office

enough of these stupid adults, back to the kiddies

they gather in the cave after extracurriculars

they don't know the verdict of mr dalton yet, so they're just trying to get their minds off everything

"how was your weekend?" evan asks when amelia arrives

"good," she says with a nod, "went to whit's, or my grandparents' if anyone else asks"

"did you talk to your dad about... you know, what we talked about last time?" richie asks

amelia pauses, "yeah, he said he had to lie, parents forced him, just like you said"

"i'm sorry," richie says

"don't be"

"OKAY!" pittsie yells "why don't we start this meeting? who's first?"

it's quiet for a moment

"i've got one," evan says

he takes out a collection and flips to a dog-eared page, and reads:

whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp-posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog

and let your breath be moist against me like bright beads on yellow globes

telephone the power-house that the main wires are insulate

(her words play softly up and down dewy corridors of billboards)

then with your tongue remove the tape and press your lips to mine till they are incandescent

"tommer," amelia says "nice"

evan smiles, proud of himself

"me next," stephanie says, "bobby frosty's been my friend recently"

(amelia introduced her)

steph reads:

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

amelia's eyes linger on stephanie, narrowed

while everyone else comments on the poem

she wants to reach out and touch her face, but she doesn't

"'melia," lacey says, "didn't you say you had something?"

amelia jerks away and nods, quickly taking out a piece of paper, and reads:

O Me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d, Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me, Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined, The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

she stops, slowly folds the paper, looking around at her friends, as she finishes with the answer:

That you are here—that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

"what will your verse be?" she asks

~

the poems are Her Lips Are Copper Wire by Jean Tommer, Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost, and O Me! O Life! by Walt Whitman

i'm pretty sure i forgot to cite the poems last time so rip

btw, if i get one (1) comment being like "that's not how reporting teachers would work!!!1! ur so dumb, theluminoussunflower!!", just know that i don't care <3

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The Fight

Requested

Anonymous said: Could you do an imagine where Sam and the reader have like a really big fight or something like that but it ends in pure fluff?? Please! I just need more Sam content! ❤ thnx

“I can’t even look at you right now!” You shout across the room. Sam’s face is pink with anger, he’s shaking, with a small growl starting in his chest.

“Sam just go away!” You run up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door behind you and fling yourself on the bed, tears streaming down your face, your breathing heavy as you sob into the pillows.

You hear a door slam downstairs, then the definite sound of Sam’s wolf growling as he runs towards the tree line. You would recognise that sound anywhere, although normally it would be waiting for him to come home after patrol. This time, you weren’t sure if he would come home, but right now you didn’t care.

Wrapping yourself in a blanket, you curl up on your side of the bed, fully dressed. Suddenly feeling tired from the fight, eventually you allow the exhaustion to kick in as you fall straight asleep.

A week later

“You’ve got to come see him Y/N he looks a mess” Paul pleads through the door.

“Nope! He can come to me, I’m not apologising.” You respond, looking at yourself in the mirror, bags under your eyes, skin looking flat and lifeless. Being away from Sam was definitely having an effect, but you weren’t going to admit to Paul that you couldn’t sleep without Sam, that you were struggling to eat, or have any kind of fun.

“That’s the problem Y/N. He just won’t get up. He’s not sleeping, not eating. I don’t even know how long it’s been since he cracked a smile. Pleaaaase!” Paul pleads again.

“I’m not coming Paul. I need time.” You say softly.

“Ok. Just let us know if we can do anything to help you two. We need our pack leader back. Urgently.”

You hear his steps away from the house and the door slam to his truck. You sigh deeply, trudging back upstairs to throw yourself on the bed again.

The following week

After being sent home Monday morning for exploding at a customer, you realised you needed to get your life back on track. You needed to shower. Properly. You needed to eat. Properly. But to do all of that you needed one thing.

You needed Sam.

Grabbing your phone, you type a message out to Paul.

- Is Sam at yours?

- Yup. On the sofa. Not moved all day.

- I'll be over in 30 minutes.

- YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!

You smile at Paul's reaction. As much as you wanted Sam to be the one to come to you, the imprint link had left you both sad and exhausted, and you couldn't continue the fight any longer. You needed him. You knew from the fights you'd seen from Kim and Jared that the pack felt everything far deeper than their imprints. You didn't want to punish him any longer.

Jumping in the shower you start mentally preparing your speech for when you see Sam. I don't want to feel second best to the pack. I understand what the pack means to you but I need to feel important too.

You grab whatever bits of make up you can find and make your best attempt to cover up the bags which have formed under your eyes. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a loose fitting top, you brush through your hair and take a final look in the mirror. It'll do.

Before you even get to knock on Paul's front door, it swings open to show Paul and Jared, both looking tired but excited to see you.

"Y/N!" Jared shouts, running towards you to give you a hug. He pulls back and keeps a hand on either arm, looking you in the eyes. "Please don't feel pressured if this isn't what you want yet. I know Paul kept ringing...and Sam is in a pretty bad way. But we want you to be happy too."

You smile sadly at him. "I need this too Jared, don't worry. I'm doing this for me."

Paul gives you a thumbs up from behind Jared before coming to hug you himself. He leaves an army draped around your shoulders as you both walk up the steps.

"He's still on the sofa...we will leave you two alone. We're going out on a quick patrol!" With that he drops a quick kiss on your cheek and jogs towards the treeline with Jared in tow.

You look up at the house and take a deep breath, pulling open the door and stepping inside the house.

What hits you first is the smell. Sam’s smell. A smell that’s been a comfort to you every night since you met. A smell that you have desperately missed, but has immediately put your mind at ease now it has filled your senses again.

Walking through the house towards the back room, you walk hesitantly towards the sound of the TV. As you reach the doorway, he stands up from the sofa and turns to look at you. His face is etched with sadness, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, dark bags underneath them from lack of sleep, hair messy and dishevelled. “Y/N...” he whispers, his eyes wide with shock, hands desperate to reach out to you but hesitant in case it makes you leave.

You smile at the sound of his voice. “I’ve missed you baby.”

The corners of his mouth twitch at the word baby, and he rushes towards you, wrapping you up in his arms. He breathes in the scent of your hair, his arms wandering your body before they make their way to your face, delicately cupping your cheeks before hesitating again. He looks deeply into your eyes, searching for approval, searching for confirmation that things will be ok.

You step back. His hopeful expression looks deflated, then confused as you take his hand and lead him back to the sofa. “We need to talk first.” He nods in understanding.

You both sit down, side by side, and you take his hand back in yours, stroking it softly with your fingers. He looks up at you with sad eyes, desperately trying to read your expression.

“I know how important the pack is, not just to you but to the reservation. I understand the importance. But I need to feel important to you too. My life is overwhelmed with the pack, with this life, and I just feel like I’m a passenger just going along for the ride. I feel like I have no control. Like I have no purpose. I’m just “Sam’s imprint”...is that all I am?” Feeling confident in your rehearsed lines you look at Sam, who’s eyebrows are burrowed as he stares at the ground.

“You know you are so much more than that Y/N.” He says quietly.

“I don’t though Sam. You never tell me. You never talk about things. I only know because of the imprint bond.” You move away from him slightly, letting go of his hands, frustration evident in your voice.

“You...” he starts, then looks at the ground again

“I don’t know how much more I can take if you can’t tell me what you are feeling Sam. Please.” You beg, as you reach out to him again.

He takes your hand in his and turns to face you, looking down into your eyes. His expression is warm, immediately comforting, and you have to force yourself to not be sucked back in to his loving embrace.

“You. Are the love of my life. No one else’s love will ever come close to what I feel for you. But that scares me. It scares me because I never feel good enough, I never feel like I can live up to be the man that you deserve. The only thing I can do is to keep you safe. And to keep you safe I need to make my pack strong, I need them to be impossible to defeat. I’m so so sorry that in my eagerness to make the pack strong that you felt unimportant. But I’m making the pack what it is because you are so important, the most important person in the whole world. I love you Y/N and I promise to never let you feel second best ever again...if you will have me that is.” He takes a deep breath, his confidence wavering because you haven’t spoken.

“Y/N...?”

A tear slips from the corner of your eye before you reach over and wrap your arms around his neck, taking him by surprise so he falls backwards onto the couch.

You don’t know how long you stay like that, with his arms wrapped around you, lips pressed to the top of your head as your face is buried into his neck, taking in the comfort of his scent.

It’s only when you hear an awkward cough that you realise anyone is there.

“Take it the two of you have made up?” Paul jokes, as Sam growls at him for interrupting.

You smile up at him, placing your hand on his chest to calm him.

“It’s ok, I’m not going anywhere.” He returns your smile before pressing a kiss to your lips whilst Paul and Jared make gagging noises in the background.

“Ugh it’s like mum and dad kissing!” Jared complains.

“No one asked you to stand there. Go back on patrol, the two of you are pulling a double for interrupting.” Sam orders, and they quickly comply, complaining as they leave the room.

He turns his attention back to you, stroking your cheek with his thumb whilst looking deeply into your eyes.

“I love you Sam.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

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COSMIC - S1:E5; Chapter Five, The Flea and The Acrobat - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘔𝘳. 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

"Fear not, for I am with you. Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you."

'I can't believe I'm at Will's funeral.'

"Yes, I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." The pastor continued.

I spared a glance at the people around me.

I looked to Jonathan, his head bowed, and poor Joyce who was sitting nearby.

I can't imagine what they must be going through.

Joyce was like a second mother to me, and she has always treated as if I was one of her own. I'll always be grateful for that. I lay a hand on her shoulder.

She looks up to me confused like I had pulled her deep out of her thought, upon seeing it was me she smiles thankfully. She put her hand over mine and gave it a few gentle pats and then a small stroke with her thumb to say thank you.

I smiled solemnly at her and let go, listening to the rest of the service.

"It's times like these that our faith is challenged. How, if he is truly benevolent... could God take us from someone so young, so innocent?"

I looked down at my feet.

"It would be easy to turn away from God... but we must remember that nothing, not even tragedy, can separate us from His love."

I felt a nudge on my shoulder and turned to look at Dustin. He wore a sly smirk as he looked to his right, past me and Mike.

Frowning in confusion, I turned my head to see what he was smirking about.

"Just wait till we tell Will that Jennifer Hayes was crying at his funeral." Dustin said cheekily.

I scoffed under my breath, rolling my eyes.

"Since when has she cared about Will? She couldn't even get his name right, remember that week she called him Bill?" I huffed, crossing my arms in distaste.

The boys smirked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Somebody jealous?" Lucas smirked.

"No-! Not ev- Shut up!" I scowl.

The boys giggle earning more than a few concerned and offended glances making me smile to myself. Mrs. Wheeler leaned down and shushed the boys making me smirk more.

'Serves them right.'

Soon enough, the casket had been lowered into the growd and roses had been thrown on top. I made my way to the very side of the grave, looking down.

"I know you're not dead. But I swear to God, if you don't come back I'm gonna kill you." I muttered to the casket in the ground.

As people began to filter out, we watched as Mike's mom said her condolences to Will's parents.

"I'm so, so sorry."

"Oh, thank you so much for coming." Will's dad said.

I never liked him.

Joyce was just standing by herself quietly, her arms crossed looking down at the grave.

"Yeah, if there's anything we can do..." Mr. Wheeler offered, shaking the man's hand.

"I appreciate it. Thank you so much."

I said goodbye to Lucas who had to follow his parents out, even though we would be seeing him later at the wake. I did the same with Mike, and soon enough Mom was waiting for us so we could get to the car.

"Mom, will you give me a minute?"

"Of course, Pumpkin," She smiled at me with sympathy.

I turned around wove through the crowd that had separated me from Joyce. I tapped her on the shoulder, seeming to jostle her from her thoughts a second time.

Upon seeing it was me, she smiled.

"Hi, Ms. Byers."

"Oh, hi Y/n. Thank you, for coming, sweetheart," She smiled.

I captured her in a bear hug and she gladly reciprocated, giving my several comforting strokes.

"Of course. I'm so, so sorry for your loss." I said, letting her go.

"Oh, thank you, honey. T-Tell me, how have you been holding up?" She asked gently.

My eyes welled up.

"I'm not gonna lie, it's- it's been really hard. I just, I just miss him so much. Your son was such a good person. Always a gentleman." I knew what I was saying.

Even if he is alive for sure, everything I said was true. He always has been nothing but kind to me.

Not to mention, I owe him for so much.

She seemed extremely thankful for hearing that and I was glad I could make her genuinely smile on this sad day.

"Really? Oh sweetie, thank you. That means, just so much to me."

I look back to my mom and brother waiting for me by the car, and I return my gaze back to Ms. Byers.

"Um, I better go. My mom is waiting for me. I guess I'll be seeing you at the wake. Goodbye, Ms. Byers."

"Thank you again, Y/n. I'll see you later, okay?" Her face slightly fell and she smiled at me.

I nod and begin walking backward sending a small wave her way before turning around a breaking out into a small jog to catch up to my mom.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Being at the funeral of your best friend is daunting and quite surreal.

Being at the funeral of your best friend who is quite possibly alive in another dimension and you and only four other people know this is a completely different ballpark.

We had all met up at the wake and regrouped.

The plan was to ask Mr. Clarke if there was anything he could tell us about the theories regarding alternate dimensions. I'm just praying that we don't arouse suspicion given the setting.

"Mr. Clarke?" The tall man turned his attention away from the buffet to look at us.

Mr. Clarke smiled sympathetically. "Oh, hey, there."

The somber look came easily to my face as I looked to Mr. Clarke, Mike, and Lucas on either side of me while Dustin was digging into the buffet.

"How are you kids holding up?"

Lucas speaks up for us, slightly distracted by Dustin's blatant chewing. "We're... in... mourning."

"Man, these aren't real Nilla Wafers," Dustin sighed, shaking his head.

My eyes widen softly, and I look to Mr. Clarke trying to cover for him.

"You'll have to excuse my brother, Mr. Clarke, he's-" I stop midsentence to see him happily munching on more snacks, and look back to Mr. Clarke. "well, he mourns in his own... special way."

"We were wondering if you had time to talk?" Mike asked, wanting to move things along as quickly as possible.

"We have some questions," Lucas added.

I shook my head in agreement. "A lot of questions, actually,"

Mr. Clarke complied and the four of us found ourselves at the nearest table, asking our teacher about other dimensions at our "dead" friends' wake. Not something I ever could have imagined doing.

"So, you know how in Cosmos, Carl Segan talks about other dimensions? Like, beyond our world?"

"Yeah, sure. Theoretically." Mr. Clarke replies, noticeably confused at the subject of our questions.

"Right, theoretically,"

"So, theoretically, how do we travel there?" Lucas asked.

"You guys have been thinking about Hugh Everett's Many-World's Interpretation, haven't you?" A ghost of a smile on our teacher's face.

"Yeah," I chuckled, nodding my head in response.

The boys looked at me, wondering why I had said that.

I gave them a look that said, 'I don't know, just go with it.'

"Well, basically, there are parallel universes. Just like our world, but just infinite variations of it. Which means there's a world out there where none of this tragic stuff ever happened," I found myself nodding along, not for the sake of being believable, but actually lost in the idea.

"Yeah, that's not what we're talking about," Lucas sighed, leaning back.

"Oh."

"We were thinking of more of an evil dimension, like the Vale of Shadows. You know the Vale of Shadows?" Dustin asked, taking another loud bite of his off brand Nilla Wafers.

Not thinking that our science teacher would know anything about Dungeons and Dragons, I was completely taken aback by his next words.

"An echo of the Material Plane, where necrotic and shadow magic–"

"Yeah, exactly." Mike said cutting him off.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

"If that did exist - a place like the Vale of Shadows - how would we travel there?"

"Theoretically, of course." I add.

"Well..."

Mr. Clarke grabbed an empty paper plate and pulled out a pen from his jacket pocket. He then drew a straight line across the paper plate as he spoke, creating a visual for us.

"Picture... an acrobat..." He drew a small stick figure on top of the lines. "standing on a tightrope. Now, the tightrope is our dimension. And our dimension has rules."

He began drawing arrows on either side of the acrobat.

"You can move forwards, or backwards. But, what if..." He drew a very small creature under one of the arrows. "right next to our acrobat, there is a flea? Now, the flea can also travel back and forth, just like the acrobat. Right?"

"Right." We all agreed.

"Here's where things get really interesting. The flea can also travel this way... along the side of the rope." He drew arrows indicating the flea's direction around and under the rope, causing me to furrow my brows. "He can even go underneath the rope."

The boys and I all shared the same look before returning our gaze to Mr. Clarke. "Upside Down."

"Exactly."

Mike spoke up. "But we're not the flea, we're the acrobat."

"In this metaphor, yes, we're the acrobat."

"So we can't go upside down?" Lucas asked warily.

"No."

"Well, is there any way for the acrobat to get to the Upside Down?"

"Well," Our teacher furrowed his brows, a thoughtful look coming upon his face. "you'd have to create a massive amount of energy. More than humans are currently capable of creating, mind you, to open up some kind of tear in time and space, and then..."

He folded the paper plate in half, creasing it shut before shoving his pen directly through both sides of the paper plate. "you create a doorway."

"Like a gate?" My brother asked eagerly.

"Sure. Like a gate. But again, this is all–"

"Theoretical." I smile, nodding my head.

"But... but what if this gate already existed?" Mike asked, timidly.

"Well, if it did, I... I think we'd know. It would disrupt gravity, the magnetic field, our environment. Heck, it might even swallow us up whole."

Mike seems to gauge our reactions, and I'm the only one who met his eye with an equally uncertain gaze.

"Science is neat." Mr. Clarke continued. "But I'm afraid it's not very forgiving."

We all lean back, digesting the information.