#I keep questioning my decision to come here. maybe I should've stayed home.

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

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[barbiecrocs]

Serial.

Michael Myers

tags- fem!reader, horror, soft gore, breaking and entering, size difference if you squint, rough sex, blood, piv, monster fucking (just bc this man is monstrous), dumbification, hair pulling, 90s ig, the mask stays on during sex. WC. 3861

Barbie's note... can't believe I used to be on my knees for this man. Like I used to be in the trenches frfr but if yall like him enjoy. after all I did write it to be read. I might go back into hibernation btw.

 The storm that brought your birthday party to an early end sends most of your friends home for the night. The bipolar winds knock leftover party cups and plates into the pool. The storm seems to be having a party of its own in your backyard. It practically plucks your backyard apart bit by bit. You raise your hands to your temples and rub them in stress. The only thing you could do was sit on the sidelines and watch.

 "Sigh, the sound of rain is so therapeutic…Too bad the storm is destroying your backyard. This is not a pretty sight." You hear an oncoming voice say.

 "Kate, you shouldn't be so relaxed. You have no ride home now. You should've gone home with your sister and the others. It's raining cats and dogs now." You complain and look over to Kate, noticing her outfit.  "Did you get that from my closet? You took my whole ‘My Melody’ set! Even the slippers! I only have one set! The rest are just shirts! I was going to wear that after my shower!" Your eyebrows furrow in distaste for her stealing one of your favorite pajama sets. She could've at least asked right? Man, you really have to kick her out. You roll your eyes.

 "Jeez, take a chill pill, don't get your panties in a twist. I wanted to leave, but I guess I took too long to take a shower and get changed out of my swimsuit, so they left without me. She told me that she was going to come back after dropping everyone else off." She starts to tap on the glass with her acrylic nails as her eyes flicker back and forth between you and the glass. "That doesn’t make any sense, she’d just be wasting more gas and my time.” You roll your eyes. “Jeez, no need to be in such a time crunch, your bed isn’t going anywhere, anywhere far at least,” Kate says. ‘Ugh! So insensitive at all times.’ You think. “You know Kate, I had other things planned tonight!" You huff.

 "Ooh? What did you have planned that was so important? It’s almost midnight-. Oh. OOOH? Is it what I think it is? Were you and Miles going to fuck? Is that why you’ve been hanging by your phone so much?” She says, continuously poking your arm. Your cheeks run hot as she continues to press you with flustering questions. “Maybe that’s why you’ve had such a stick up your ass because you’ve been waiting for him to stick something up there. Are you keeping it ready for him huh? It’ll slip in nice and easy-.” “KATE!” You interrupt, practically steaming with embarrassment and shyness. “What?” She snickers. “Did I hit the bullseye?” “Just… Just shut up!” You stomp. “Fine. Fine. You wanna take another dip in the pool to cool down? Or perhaps the rain, does that sound like fun? Becoming one with the rain. It sounds lovely, an absolute dream." She smirks, unlocking the backdoor. 

 "No, no it doesn't sound like a dream. It's a hot summer night turned lukewarm and I bet the rain is uncomfortably warm too-" "Come on!" She interrupts, yanking you outside so hard that you topple over, good thing you were still in your swimsuit. Can’t say the same for Kate though. 

 She starts to skip around the pool playfully as if the rain was nonexistent. "Kate, ugh! You little shit, you're lucky I'm still wearing my bathing suit! Plus, you're getting my clothes wet! What was even the point of taking a shower if you were going to go back outside? Sigh You know what? You should stay outside and really be one with the rain. Have fun!" You shut the door as she runs over, slipping on the wet pavement.

 "Hey! Don’t leave me out here! Come on, it was just an impulsive decision. I was just having fun since the party was ruined! Loosen up a bit!" She yells, muffled through the thick glass of the backdoor. You put your fingers in your ears and pretend like you can’t hear her. She’ll be fine, the rain was warm, plus there’s a patio set with a waterproof hood so she doesn’t have to stay in the rain.

 'Great, now I have a mixture of chlorine and rainwater on me.' As you walk inside the house you notice that you left the TV on and overhear it from your open kitchen.

 *T.V static* "Emergency news coming to you live from Los Angeles, California. The news channel where we relay urgent news in under five minutes!" Reporter Nancy says while thrusting her hand in the air to represent the number five. "Nancy, stop, this is serious news. We are here to relay information about a serial killer sneaking into backyards and killing residents living there. Numerous calls were made to the emergency hotline, 911, saying that there was someone in their house or giving us details on what the deranged man looked like. He stands somewhere around 6'7 and wears a dark blue jumpsuit. He wears a mask that hollows his eyes and he has brown hair-"

 The TV suddenly cuts off as if it was unplugged, yet everything looks in check. It wasn't unplugged, the TV isn't smoking like it's broken, the power is fine, and it's not like you turned it off manually or remotely. 

'Wow, it's the first time I actually sit down to watch the news and the TV decides to cut off.' You think.

 You bang on the TV in hopes that it'll cut back on, but no luck. "Ugh, old ass T.V.! I told mama that she should've gotten a new one! This shit is so outdated. We have had this since I was ten! That's a decade!" You pout. 

 You look out the glass backdoor and see Kate, happy as ever, texting someone on a huge duck floatie in the pool with little to no rain outside now. Like what the hell? It was just raining. You unlock the sliding door and call out to her. "Hey, Kate. You should come inside now. It would be a hassle for your sister to drive back over here. You should spend the night." You say, cursing yourself for your generosity. "Really? Now you want me to come in? I'm good. There's no need to be so concerned. We're on private property. No one else can enter without permission, that's illegal. Plus, the rain is warm just like you predicted. She should be fine while driving, seriously. I'll just wait until my sister picks me up. You act like I'm ten years old. I don't need supervision." She rolls her eyes.

 You return the same energy with an eye roll. "So naive, your funeral… Just know that I will be locking the door." You mumble and pull in the curtains. If she doesn't care about her safety then neither will you. Your objective was to take a shower, not look after her anyway.

  In the middle of your shower, you hear the house phone ring. You let it ring for a while before realizing that Kate can’t answer the phone for you. With a long sigh, you rinse off, grab a towel, and head to your room, wanting to put some clothes on before going downstairs. You throw on a Kuromi pajama shirt paired with loose black shorts and head downstairs.

 'Was Kate expecting a call? Maybe it’s Kate’s sister and she’s here to pick her up. Maybe it’s Miles? We were supposed to fuck for my birthday tonight.’ You skip down the stairs, hoping that it was the second option, and pick up the cream-colored phone just to hear heavy breathing on the other side. 'What the hell?' You think. 

 As you're about to hang up your movement is forcefully put to a stop. You feel your heart sink as a painful throb begins to travel up your arm, making you drop the phone on the table. You fully tune into this sound as if nothing else around you matters. It’s so loud in your head even though the phone is no longer in your ears. Every nerve inside your body is tense and telling you to hang up, but the breathing is so captivating, trance-like if you will. Listening to the sweet sound as if it was someone humming your favorite tune or singing a soft lullaby. It's so alluring, arousing almost. It mentally sucks you in and the noise alone brings a physical warmth to your skin, supplying false comfort like a hug. It takes away the pain in your arm just as fast as it gave it. As you listen for longer you start to notice the raspiness in the voice. This wasn't like a white noise machine or a random audio on loop. There was someone behind it. In and out, in and out, in and… 

Suddenly, you hear Kate scream bloody murder and you snap out of your trance, unplugging the phone and rushing toward the back door. Yanking the curtains open and analyzing the pool from inside, the scene that is held in your eyes is mortifying.

 Kate lays there on her back, lifeless in a puddle of her blood on the rubber duck floatie. Her hair is a mess and you can see signs of a struggle on her body. The stressed clothing, choke marks, and some of her fake nails are broken off, leaving her fingernails bloody. Her phone is no longer in her hand, but slowly sinking to the bottom of the pool. Heh, it looks like it still works, the screen is on. Blood flows out of the stab wounds on her throat and chest as the light rain continuously tries to wash them away.

 Your eyes frantically scan the pool area for the culprit. And somewhere in the darkness that is the other side of the pool, you see a tall figure step forward, making you jump back from the glass.

 A man in a dark blue bloodied jumpsuit, standing around 6'6 - 6'7, wearing a mask with brown hair. Just seeing this man triggers something in you, as you've unlocked a memory. Have you seen him before? No way, that can't be possible, there's no way that you've seen him and not run away screaming. Then it finally clicks. He was the murderer that was described on TV. He fits the description perfectly. The mask, hair, height, the only thing the description was missing was the blood.

 Goosebumps tatted your skin as you begin to panic. You hold still in hopes that he has bad eyesight or somehow can't see you through the clear glass door, as if that's possible. He remains completely still and at some point, you wonder if he really can't see you. Maybe the mask messes with his vision?

 Suddenly, he starts to make his way around the pool and so you run into the living room to dig in the couch cushions for your mom's pistol that she keeps for "unexpected guests". 

 You hurriedly load the gun and speed back to your place, tripping over a bunched-up rug. You tip back and fall flat on your butt and point the gun in his direction, waiting for him to round the corner. Your hands are shaking from adrenaline and your nerves are high. At this point, you're hyper-aware of everything happening to you. Blood is coursing through your body from head to toe because of this intense situation and yet… you feel a second heartbeat, this one wasn't in your chest, it was between your legs. Why was your body doing this?

 Was this turning you on? You feel obloquy and disappointment fill your heart as you think about such taboo and shameful things. Many thoughts swarm your mind, but everything is put on hold as he rounds the corner.

 He stands in front of you, only the glass door standing between you both, but it isn't long before he busts through it. Glass comes shooting your way and you shut your eyes and cover your face in defense, not realizing that you dropped the gun. You were too late to protect yourself properly and tiny shards of glass grazed your skin. Some cuts are a little deeper than others, but the overall damage was minimal. Luckily, due to the adrenaline, you couldn't feel the pain.

 You open your eyes when you realize that the gun is no longer in your hand. You look around on the floor until you notice unfamiliar shoes planted right in front of you and snap your head up just to see his dark, hollow, eyes staring at you. 

 In a panicked rush, you continue to search for the gun you dropped, trying to keep your eyes on him. Patting the area down like a dumbass, you still couldn't find it. Only for a split second you look away and grab it, but a large hand roughly grabs you by the neck and the other snatches the gun away, throwing it somewhere towards the stairs. Your hands' fling onto the hand choking you, attempting to tear him off of you. No avail, his grip was firm and you were slowly, but surely losing air.

 He lifted you with ease and put your back to the other glass door that wasn't broken. Trying to cause as much of a hassle as you can, you thrash around, kicking and punching, but it wasn't doing anything to his firm body. 'What is this guy made of?'.

You start to feel hot tears prickle in your eyes and your face feels like someone is sticking pins and needles in it. Heat piles in your chest and your heart starts to beat slower and slower. After what seems like a lifetime of flopping around, you finally land a good kick to his stomach. His grip softens on your neck and you loudly gasp for air, coughing up a storm as spit lulls out your mouth and down your chin.

 All too quickly, he grabs your legs and wraps them around his hips to stop you, putting you both in a rather intimate position. With you being pinned to the glass, you stop resisting and catch your breath. 

 As you calm down, you notice just how close he is, how you can practically feel his heart beating through his chest, how his leg is tucked snuggly between your thighs, and all of a sudden your feet can’t touch the floor. The mood between you two was shifting from panicked to steamy. You felt ashamed of yourself for thinking in such a way. You could die right now, but all you could think about was how big and warm his hands were around your neck. You could no longer find it in yourself to even look in his direction. But your surroundings are all too familiar, nothing else besides him can keep your attention.  

 His grip tightens on your thighs as he leans into you. With closing distance, the more you can feel his clothed length slowly push against your thin shorts, twitching and aching to be sheathed in your now soaking, cunt. You wrap your arms around his neck and shut your eyes as you wait for him to plant a kiss on your lips. Instead, you feel surprisingly warm kisses along your jawline to your neck. His lips find your sweet spot, making you jolt in pleasure. As he starts attacking your neck with hickeys and bites. You feel a cold hand travel from one of your thighs to the hem of your shirt. He tugs on the fabric, signaling that he wants it off. “Go ahead.” You say, layering your hand on his as he slips your shirt off. Squeezing one of your boobs with the other hand. 

 Your naked back forcefully pushes up against the cold glass and it isn’t long before a cold shiver rushes up your spine, making your back arch fiercely. “Ah, c-cold!” You hiss. He looks around and spots a comfy couch in the living room, covered in fuzzy throw-over blankets that were used for cold movie nights. He throws you over his shoulder and then plops you onto the couch, his hands immediately moving around your waist and snaking up to your chest. He takes a second to admire the naked flesh in his hands, kneading and kissing it. He’s never felt something so soft and smooth in his life. Considering that his life was a very hard one, this felt like heaven on Earth. 

 You wrap your legs around his waist and pull it closer to your clothed entrance. His fingers loop around your panties and drag them down, swiftly. A string of shlick leading from your pussy to the wet spot on your panties. He brings the panties up to his nose and sniffs them, making your cheeks run hot with a blush. “Perv!” You beat at his chest. 

 He takes off his jumpsuit as he stares down at you. Broad shoulders, muscular chest, dark eyes, and abs sculpted by the gods intimidating and turning you on simultaneously. He continues undressing and pulls his boxers a little bit lower than his thighs. Your eyes almost pop out of your skull from how big his dick is. Yet it fits in his hand perfectly. 

 He gives it a few long strokes before lining himself up at your entrance, raising your hips to level with his tip. “W-wait. I don't think it’ll fit.” You whimper, trying to close your legs, but are blocked by his waist. He stands still for a second, thinking about what to say. Instead, he shrugs his shoulders considering that he doesn’t talk much. He prods his tip at your entrance and slowly sheths himself mostly inside you, letting out a deep guttural groan. Your arms subconsciously try to claw at his back, but can’t wrap around it, clawing on his shoulders at best. “FUCK!” You scream, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “You’re too big.”

 You lay on your back, trying not to move an inch, scared that he might rip you in half just from it being inside you. He puts a calloused hand on your cheek and wipes your tears, trying to soothe you the best he can without words. Your grip on his shoulders tighten when you feel him push in more. “Wait!” You weakly move a hand to his chest. “Stay still for a moment. It stings so bad.” You throw your head back onto the armrest of the couch as you bite your lip in pain, almost drawing blood.

 After what seems like an eternity the pain is finally gone and now you can enjoy the dicking that you were supposed to get from Miles. You wonder what happened to him. Maybe he canceled without telling you. ‘Ugh, dickhead! Ghosting me on my birthday?’  You brush off that thought and tell him you’re fine now. He pulls out halfway and slowly thrusts back in, making you feel every inch of him. Your whole body quivers from how deep he was inside you, plunging farther than your fingers ever could. “Oh fuck!” You claw. He starts to pick up the pace, with each thrust fucking you further into dumbification.

 You practically scream when he starts pounding your g-spot, making you breathless. “So good!!~” You hiccup, trying to focus on not being fucked dumb. So much that you didn't realize him switching positions.

 Suddenly, your stomach is pressed against the back of your brown corduroy sofa as your knees dig into the pillows and cushions beneath you. He stands tall, towering over you from the back with one hand tangled in your hair. His free hand returns to one of your hips and he pulls them closer to his length, lining himself up again. He wastes not even a second going slow this time. He thrusts into you, immediately finding your G-spot and pounding it. The position does wonders for you as his balls repeatedly smack against your clit, making your back arch immensely. That’s it. That was your last straw before turning dumb. Your nails dig into the couch and your tongue hangs out your mouth, trickling drool. He lets out a deep groan when he feels your walls squeeze around his dick and suck him in, signaling that you were close to cumming. 

 A familiar heat starts to spread over your body and it isn’t long before your walls go from squeezing to trembling. “Fuck, Fuck FUCK!!” You thought you screamed, but to him, it just seemed like fucked out babbling. Your pussy gushes around him, triggering his orgasm. He fucks both of you through it, almost to the point of overstimulation. He finally pulls out, allowing all the cum and shlick to ooze out of you. Both of you watch as it drips onto the blanket below you, making you giggle. “Heh, oopsie.” You babble, still fucked out.

 Your tiredness catches up with you and you fall limp on the couch, rocking in and out of consciousness. He picks you up and searches the house for a bathroom. He starts to run the water and steps out for a minute. The sound of running water and a loud thud from the living room snaps you out of your unconscious state. ‘W-what the fuck?’ You stand up on wobbly legs and head out of the bathroom, finding out that he put you in the downstairs one. You feel a cold gust of wind and look towards the front door. It’s open with the man that was just balls deep inside of you standing hunched over. You have a bit of trouble walking over to him, but eventually, you make it. You try to find an opening to see what he was looking at since he’s too tall to look over. 

 You fall on your butt in horror when you realize that it’s Miles, dead and the fully clothed mysterious man was dragging him away. A puddle of dried blood on your porch gives away that he was dead for a while.

 “What. The. FUCK!” You had such a nice time with this man that you forgot he was a murderer. For heaven's sake, he killed your best friend Kate. “Who are you?” So many questions run through your head at the same time. ‘Why did he kill Miles?  When did he have time to kill Miles? Why didn’t he kill you too? How does he know about you?’ He throws Miles over his shoulder and turns back to you. It looks like he’s going to raise a hand at you, instead, he reaches into his jumpsuit and pulls out a gold name tag with the name ‘Micheal’ on it. He throws it into your lap and disappears into the darkness of the night. “What…What the fuck?”

[butmakeitgayblog]

Your ask box is always full of bullshit, so I’m going to share my bullshit with you.

Love is:

Having a huge fight with your partner about the fact that you had a terrible day at work and they came home equally as pissed.

You spent a couple hours apart, even trying to sleep in separate rooms.

Then they come to you and tearfully apologize for being a tit while asking you to come to bed.

It’s not the fights that matter… it’s the way you can so easily make up.

🥹

This gives me such intense CI Clexa vibes I'm breathless

Mini snippet?

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You're coming home from a very long day. Been up since 5am and haven't stopped once since your feet hit the very expensive little rug you keep next to your side of the bed to cushion your knees whenever you push Clarke down and bow to her, if you will...

Except you'd had no time for anything that fun that morning, much less any second of the day after because it'd been one meeting after the next. Putting out one corporate fire after the next. Kissing so much concerned stakeholder ass that it was no wonder you'd completely forgotten to even eat lunch. You're pissed and you're exhausted and you're in no mood for anything other than inhaling whatever the cook made for dinner and then draping yourself dramatically across your bed.

Except

Here comes Clarke.

Your beautiful, sensual, exquisite wife.

Hurling a thousand questions at you in rapid fire succession.

Demanding why you aren't also responding to each color swatch as though these are the most important decisions of your life.

Like you should have known to activate some magical energy reserve for when you got home because Clarke was on a deadline for the gallery fundraiser. Like somehow, because you could not give less of a shit in this exact moment if that certain shade of teal looks tacky with the gallery's signature royal purple, that means you do not respect your wife's work.

It— She— You—.... It does not go well.

A decent sized yelling match and a few slammed doors later, you find yourself alone in the bedroom, staring at your tear-brimmed eyes in the vanity mirror right where she had left you with a very thoughtful goodnight wish for you to "go fuck yourself, Lexa" before she'd dismissed herself to the guest suite for the night.

The following hour and.... seven minutes, you count as the number flips from where you lay watching your clock from the dark and loneliness of your too-big bed, are miserable. You regret every word, even if you did kind of mean them at the time. You know you could've been gentler.... maybe. You are just tired and so frazzled with everything going on at work. But you should've done better. Wasn't that what you'd both promised. Should've just pushed through and looked things over with Clarke. Taken the time to explain that of course you care, darling, and that no of course none of it was stupid. It was flattering to know your wife valued your opinion to begin with, right? You should've made that clear. Made plans to go over it over breakfast.

It's a restless hour and... eight minutes now that have you sitting up in bed, dragging your tired bones over to grab your robe with a mental note to set an alarm to call in late to work in the morning, at the exact same time your bedroom door creaks open and that wonderful head of blonde pops in. Red and puffy eyes searching for you in the darkness, frowning at the empty bed, before finding you frozen and halfway toward the door. A sniffle is her only announcement as Clarke walks over and just wraps her arms around your waist. Buries her head in your neck.

"I hate that guest suite."

Skin raising in goosebumps from where she soothingly scratches her nails down your back, you hum an acknowledgment and hold her right back. "Well... You did design it to make people not want to stay too terribly long," you reasons with a stroke of fingers through Clarke's hair. They're sopping wet and ice cold. Which means she'd been crying in the shower for the last hour until all the hot water ran out. "I'm sorry, darling."

Clarke shakes her head. Probably half wipes her nose on your sleep shirt, because she is a barbarian. Yo can't really bring yourself to care. "I was a dick," she says in a muffle of lips against your neck. "I saw how tired you were, and I kept pushing, because I'm nervous about this... But, I don't want anyone to know I'm nervous about it. And if you hated everything, then I knew—"

You know how incredibly hard that is for Clarke to admit. Because it's just as equally hard for you at times. Not the part about valuing each other's input, but about needing or wanting it at all to begin with. It's about doubting herself and her decisions when so much of her life is spent acting and believing that she doesn't need anything from anyone because she's entirely in control of it all.

She's Clarke Goddamn Griffin. Fuck everyone and their opinion.

Except you...

You've always been able to intimately relate to that feeling.

So her bristling reaction to your indifference, her sandpapered words and immediate serrated retorts, it all makes perfect sense now. Neither of you are entirely innocent here, and neither of you are entirely at fault.

Kissing her always makes Clarke feel better.

Taking a few minutes to blow dry her hair makes her feel pampered and cared for, even if she does hate any insinuation of being a princess.

Letting her undress you and tuck you under the sheets just to mold herself to your body with a whisper for you to go to sleep makes her feel in control of her life once again. Because despite all her hard edges, and her brashness, and her passionate anger, your wife likes feeling like she takes care of you.

Like you need her there just to fall asleep after a hard day battling the world.

And she's right, you very much do.

[neoloves]

— 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧.

| 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 | The second part to 'Oikawa, Tsukishima and Akaashi comparing you to their ex'

Part 1 can be found here ♡

| 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji and Tsukishima Kei

| 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) | swearing

| 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝.𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.6k

| 𝐚𝐭𝐡.𝐭𝐱𝐭 | I'm not even gonna front, I wanted to do the part 2 angsty, but I didn't 🧍🏻‍♀️ happy endings for everyone! ✨ damn why this so long for

(also I just realized 'how to say sorry' by middle school is the perfect song to listen to when reading this 👁️👁️)

「 Oikawa 」

Oikawa slaps himself one more time, his vision was getting blurry, his eyes searching for one person, that one person that's put up with all his bullshit and loved him thoroughly. "Fucking hell Oikawa, can you focus a little bit more?!" Iwaizumi yells at him, they lost the first set, all because Oikawa couldn't find you at the bleachers.

"Oh I'd love to, but you see Y/N-" Iwaizumi cuts him off, "Y/N didn't come today because she's still hurt you ass! Now get your head back into the game," Iwaizumi sends him one last glare. Oikawa scoffs, you were his lucky charm, whenever you were there to watch his games he was more motivated to win but without you, it's almost like it's not worth it.

Even after all of the things Oikawa said, you couldn't help but watch his games, it felt like a routine for you. The game finished with Aoba Johsai winning, the gap wasn't big but they won and that's all that matters. You quickly made your way out of the gym but someone's hand stopped you from doing so, looking up you see Iwaizumi. He was the one that ran after you instead of your boyfriend, he helped you calm down during that time, "Y/N can we.. talk?" He asked.

Looking around, you didn't see Oikawa anywhere so you agreed. Walking just outside the gym, there he stood, the moonlight was shining down on him so beautifully, fuck. "Y/N, please have a listen to what he says, he's been a wreck these days.." Iwaizumi says, offering you a gentle smile before leaving you two. "So.. what did you want to talk about? That you wanted to break up? That you found someone that's way better than me? Someon-"

"No! No one is better than you! No one can ever replace you y/n, so please listen to me. The shit I said before was because I wasn't thinking straight, it was never you, I just- I just thought that you might see the real me, pathetic little athlete and leave one day, I didn't want that to happen.. I'm sorry," Oikawa said, his chest heaving up and down, his pretty hazel eyes had tears flowing down his cheeks.

You couldn't watch Oikawa cry, all you wanted to do was wrap your arms around him and tell him that it was alright. Instead you approached him slowly, taking his hands into yours, "I forgive you Oikawa, but it'll take time for me to put in trust in you," You said, giving him the slightest smile. "T-That's do-able, I'll wait until you're ready again, and I promise to not break your heart again," And he plans to keep that promise.

「 Akaashi 」

Akaashi tells himself that he'll be a better boyfriend, he'll make it up to you. But why can't he send you a single text? Maybe call? No, he wants to apologize in person, the longer he drags this fight out the more he realizes how much of a wreck he really is without you. He starts to ask himself, 'What would y/n do?' or 'Have they eaten yet?'

The last time he's seen you was at the hallways, he's always seeked you out but you always avoided him, the calm and composed Akaashi Keiji, going crazy over you. "How do I even make her listen to me Bokuto? She won't even spare me a glance.." he muttered, Bokuto felt pity for his friend, 'Maybe this is how y/n felt when I ignored her,' he told himself.

"Just walk straight up to her, say that you want to talk and apologize, don't make excuses, say that you're sorry, wholeheartedly," Bokuto says, smiling at him. "Easier said than done," Akaashi sighs, it's the first time he's ever dealt with something like this, but for you, he'll keep trying

He found the perfect opportunity to face you when the teacher had asked Akaashi to help you with some subjects you were failing, you've skipped school for a week prior to the argument. It's been hard to catch up with all the work, so Akaashi was sent to lend you a hand. You were more than surprised when Akaashi comes up to your door step, "Uh.." You said, slamming the door onto his face, but he was quickly to catch it, leaving the door slightly opened.

"Y/N I was sent here by the teacher to help you with school.. and to apologize," He said, hesitantly, opening the door once again. You let Akaashi in, you couldn't tell but Akaashi was nervous as hell, all the words he's rehearsed were forgotten the moment he saw you. He curses himself for hurting you, "Sorry, you were forced to come here to help me," You said, keeping your gaze on the floor. "No, I should be the one apologizing,"

"It was unfair of me, ignoring you and then lashing out like that. I don't know why I did that, but I want to apologize, I never wanted to hurt you, some boyfriend I am," He said, his mind replaying the scene over and over, he can't forget the hurt look on your face. "I'm supposed to protect you, not hurt you, so.. you can decide if you still want me or not, I'll respect your decision," He said, "I– You know I still love you so much Akaashi, of course I want you back, but please, give me time.." You said, your heart feeling way lighter.

"Of course Y/N, I'll give you all the time you need, I'll be waiting," Akaashi smiles, he can wait for a lifetime, maybe even forever just to have you back in his arms.

「 Tsukishima 」

Tsukishima can't help but glance at your seat from time to time, it was empty, it's been empty for a week now. You weren't the type to skip school, but he guesses you have an excuse to not come anymore. How would Tsukishima let you know that he didn't mean all the shit he said? How would he let you know that it's always been you?

Even Yamaguchi started to make up excuses about not being able to hang out, Tsukishima fully knows that Yamaguchi would meet up with you, but he doesn't why. He guesses that it's to console you, but it's making him feel bad. Having his friend comfort you instead of him, but he can't really say much as he's the cause of this. So he'll endure it until he can't anymore, jealousy is an ugly emotion and he knows that fully well.

He's been seeing you and Yamaguchi together more often, sure it tugs at his heartstrings but what the fuck can he do? He's a coward that runs away from emotion and bottles them up until it comes around to bite his ass. That's exactly why that argument between you two happened in the first place, he's been dealing with personal issues with college and his life that he ended up bursting it out on you.

"Nothing I do is ever good enough, fuck," He curses, as he misses another ball. "Are you alright Tsukishima? You're usually not this distracted," His teammate asked, "It's nothing, just tired, let's get back to practice," He replied, not wanting to answer anymore questions. His teammate seemed to have gotten the message and left him alone, "How about we go eat out tonight? My treat," Their captain suggested, "Sorry but I think–" Tsukishima was going to decline but the captain insisted.

So now he was getting dragged to a barbecue house, what Tsukishima wasn't expecting was to see you and Yamaguchi at the same restaurant as he was in. He couldn't turn away, you looked so much happier with Yamaguchi, would it be right to let you go? Should he keep fighting? You sensed someone staring at you for a while now, but when Yamaguchi leaned towards you to whisper, "Tsukishima's here, what do you want to do?"

"Nothing, I'll be perfectly fine," You said, minutes had passed but you've grown more and more uncomfortable with the amount of staring Tsukishima's done. This is so strange even for you, Yamaguchi sensed your uncomfortability and suggested that he walks you home. "Sure, I need to get back home anyway," you answered, Tsukishima was sure as hell that he's not gonna get another chance to talk to you unless he does it now, so he takes it.

"Tsuki?" Yamaguchi said, "Can we talk Y/N.. in private?" He asked, trying not to sound as desperate as possible, you stayed quiet for a couple of seconds but ultimately deciding to hear him out. You two step out of the restaurant, the streetlight flickering above you two. The atmosphere was tense, a little bit awkward, your gaze bounced all over the place, from his trimmed bangs, to his brown long coat, then back to his eyes.

"I'll keep it short, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I was inconsiderate of your feelings and how I didn't think about my words before spewing them out. I'm sorry for making you feel like you weren't enough, cause you were more than enough, and I feel like I should've shown you how much I appreciated you more.. but I couldn't, and I.. I'm sorry," He finished, his eyes unwavering, that was the Tsukishima you knew. His jaw was clenched, most likely to stop himself from crying.

You felt the sincerity from his words, that was more than what you wanted. "Thank you Tsukishima, I accept your apology, but.." Tsukishima was hooked on your words. "I'd like to be treated out for food so that I can see that you're really sorry," You said, obviously joking, but half not really. Tsukishima lets out a small chuckle, there was the y/n he knew. "Of course, pick any place and I'll pick you up tomorrow," Tsukishima said, starting tonight, he'll work hard to be the man you deserve.

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Mistletoe & Wine

A/N: Hello this is my collaboration for @goldenbluesuit very well put together Christmas song fic challenge. It’s my first time participating and my first time posting my writing here as well (I’m sort of new, I have no friends) so, I’m kind of nervous and English is not my first language (sorry for any mistakes) thanks to my boyfriend for being a Brit so he could help me with the “slang” and for reading this about fifteen times and listened to Mistletoe and Wine by Cliff Richard throughout the entire week with me lol. Thanks for  taking the time to read this :) If you want to befriend a twenty six year old Aries, or just send me an ask click here.

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: Harry meets a woman that is not here to stay, he will need to decide if that will keep him from making the most of the very few days they have together or dread the imminent separation.

It was raining when her flight landed in London. The kind of rain that doesn't pour heavily, instead it settles over the city for days. And although she can't afford to take a cab, she steps out of the airport just to stare at the endless grey of the sky and wrap herself in her coat because of how cold it was. After a few more minutes she goes back inside to find the way to get out of there on the tube, she knew it to be possible after all the research she's been doing since the age of twelve on the internet.

Soon enough, the man she approached to ask for help, confirms that a train is leaving in a few minutes and she can easily get off at Hammersmith, he even helps her buy the ticket and recommends to get an oyster card if she is going to use London's Underground often. But she doesn't know, she relishes in the element of surprise that is surrounding her life for the next 3 weeks. It excites her to an unfamiliar degree to see people come and go into the carriage, it almost makes her miss her stop, but she manages to get off just in time, her hands clutching the heavy suitcase that contains all her nicest and warmest clothes. She follows the crowd up the stairs and out of the station, the busy street revealed before her is straight out of those books she restlessly studied at school, people wearing trench coats and long scarfs hurry in hopes to avoid the rain and then a red double-decker bus passes by. The cherry on top.

The spontaneous decision to spend Christmas in England instead of her home country was made months ago, on the night of her birthday, although her closest friends would say that she's been dreaming of it since she read Harry Potter. No one gave her a hard time for it, in fact, almost all her friends and family members went to the airport to wish her a safe trip. Her grandmother was cheeky enough to slip a twenty pound note when hugging her goodbye.

Every day of the first week went by in a blur, visiting museums, galleries and walking around the city, getting soaked in its beauty and the endless rain. By the beginning of the second week, a bit tired of the scarce options from the hotel's breakfast, she ventured out, burying half of her face in the scarf she bought the day before at Primark, her feet guiding her almost out of instinct to the little cafe at the end of Hercules road. The place is warm and the menu seems to have it all for a very fair price. After a couple of minutes the Full English wins, she iterates the order to the woman behind the counter and adds a cup of tea handing over the money.

"Get a seat love, I'll bring it over." The elder lady says making the girl smile and thank her before scampering across the room to sit by the window at the four seat table tucked in the corner.

It doesn't take long for her food to arrive and for her to dig in, feeling kind of full almost at the end, she slows down then, a trick her father passed down on her. Let it settle in for a few minutes before going back at it. Works every time. She gets lost on the daily life happening before her eyes, the people walking by, some in a rush maybe to get to work, others in a rush to get to the shops early and buy presents. She could easily tell the difference between one and other. The elderly couple walking to the market, slower than anybody else, arms linked and without a care in the world. A girl around her age doing "the walk of shame" elicited a smirk on her lips. Good for her.

"Do you mind if I take a seat?" She almost missed the question by the stranger standing there. "There's no empty seats elsewhere I'm afraid, I won't bother you." He was right, in the span of thirty minutes the place was full to the brim with families, the three seats at her table the only ones free so, she nodded and even managed to smile in a friendly way. Unfortunately for her, the green eyed stranger did the same, a sweet dimple on his left cheek more prominent than on the right one and she had to eat a spoonful of beans in an attempt to hide her blush.

Two weeks in the country, almost two weeks, and the best looking man on it decides to show up on a greasy spoon cafe when she's eating what's left of her sausages and beans. His food is delivered by the same lady from earlier, of course it is something that looks healthy. The sudden need to fly away from the place pops in her head, it's not a bad one, he doesn't even know her name. She wants to know his. She remembers how he said he wouldn't bother her, it's almost disappointing, she wants to be bothered.

The situation seems to be straight out of a rom-com, she is cutting the banger in little pieces, as if the formula to spark conversation with the mystery guy keeping her company is hidden in them. But after five minutes she sighs quietly, knowing that her own shyness won't let her even glance at him again. She will have to do her best to remember him and observe from the corner of her eye until the last piece of minced pork is consumed by her. And maybe she will gush about how gorgeous he was with her friends once she is back home, describing his shiny emerald eyes for them, sharing a sigh when she recalls how dreamy his accent was and squeal upon the memory of his raspy voice.

Ten minutes later her last bite is chewed and swallowed, the cup is empty as well. She's about to grab her coat draped on the back of her chair. "I'm going to have to break my non-disturbing you promise but... um, that's a sick cardigan." His voice doesn't sound confident as before, he even clears his throat, but his eyes never leave hers.

"Thanks, my grandma knitted it for me." She forgets about her coat and straightens out a bit for him to appreciate the colourful patchwork and extends her left arm to show the over-sized sleeve. Her companion hums in approval. "She hates it."

"What?" His green eyes widening in disbelief and she just shrugs.

"As soon as I put it on she went on and on about how horrible it was, the wrong proportions and how it all seemed better off in her mind." They share a giggle and don't notice that their empty plates have been taken away and the place is no longer swamped by people. "But I like it, I like it a lot, does a good job keeping me warm." And makes her look lovely, he thinks but doesn't say.

Instead he licks his lips before speaking again. "I'm Harry." He offers his left hand and she quickly eyes the cross tattoo.

"I'm a tourist." She says before adding her real name, earning a deep chuckle from him before letting go of his hand.

The set of circumstances in which she met Harry is dreamy for sure, but something about him made the set of affairs so real. When he asked about the places where she'd been the scoff afterwards and the roll of his eyes made her ask what was wrong about them. But he didn't answer, with a shake of his head and a deep sigh he asked for her phone number. The promise to show her the real London lingered in the air as they parted ways outside of the corner cafe.

Her heart raced at the very sight of him outside Borough Market the following morning. "Morning love, alright?" he greeted her before hugging her tight and quick. It was so genuine it made her wonder if she really just met him the day before. "Do you like doughnuts?"

"Who doesn't?" she says with that grin he worries will wait for him in his dreams.

"Wisest words ever spoken." Harry's arm is wrapped around her shoulders, guiding her on their quest inside the huge market.

The early morning is spent too soon, Harry guides her to talk to the stall owners, they are so passionate about their produce, most of them willing when possible to give them a sample. The highlight is the stop at Bread Ahead, they buy more doughnuts than what she thinks they need. They eat them all while sharing a Monmouth coffee. Harry shares with her stories about almost every stall they passed by. "I'm not a fan of red meat, and oysters." She keeps record of it, basking in his lovely anecdotes that seemed to summon the sun from it's hiding place. "We're granted a sunny day in winter!" He celebrates and it's impossible not to join him. "Let's go to Richmond Park."

Of course she nods in agreement and follows him down the street where he parked his car before she gets in the passenger seat. The stranger danger alarm, should've gone off in her head. But there was something about him, like he was holding her in place. As she heard Harry speak about his job, it started to make more sense in her head. Harry was a lot like this country, foreign, new, exciting and hers for the next few days. He made that clear when they parted ways at the end of the day.

"Come home with me for Christmas." Harry asked her on what would be the beginning of her last week in London, while having a picnic on Primrose Hill.

"With your family?" Her eyebrows were shot up when he nodded, fighting back that deadly smirk of his. "All your relatives will be there?" He nods again and she scoffs completely agitated. "Don't be daft Harry!" She voices out her feelings borrowing an expression of his.

He laughs and it's impossible for her not to join him, her face growing hotter by the second. "I don't want to go without you, and mum will love to have you there," that's what she fears.

"I don't know Harry, might be weird." He disagrees right away.

"It's close to Liverpool, we could spend a day or two over there." The past week he's been trying to learn as many things from her as possible and if he chooses his words carefully he can convince her. "Pay a visit to Anfield, The Cavern." His fake nonchalant attitude makes her roll her eyes, "Strawberry Fields is there too, you know?" She agrees and he kisses the back of her hand to mask the proud grin on his face.

In the past, she was always careful not to let a partner know how deeply she cared about them. The thought of being vulnerable made her lose her mind, thinking it was a sign of weakness. But seeing Harry drive through the English countryside, singing at the top of his lungs to Mistletoe and Wine by Cliff Richard and smiling just for her. It made her want to tell him, but not even all the words in every single language ever spoken by humanity could be enough to give him an idea of how much she cares for him.

There hasn't been a proper kiss between them, it puzzled her at first. Because his gaze seemed to be constantly directed to her lips. But then there was all the touching, holding hands, tucking her to his side when walking, his tender touch before hugging her goodbye. And the way he was always running his hands through her hair.

"She's a friend," he introduces her to his mum Anne and sister Gemma, after saying her name, chewing on the word like it's that mint gum he carries in his purse everywhere he goes. "Was a bloody tourist when I first met her but now... she's a proper Londoner." She doubts it, but she agrees on them being friends and she likes it, a lot.

They help Anne and Gemma to set the table and the finishing touches for dinner. Only three more family members show up and she chastises Harry for making her believe that all of his offspring was going to attend. That's how they usually spend Christmas Eve back home, she explains.

It saddens him, the thought of her going back to her home country in five days time. All the way across the Atlantic, six hours behind him. It's almost unfair.

"Tell me more about it," Harry's curiosity is genuine, thinking that he would love to know more about her traditions. Perhaps even be lucky enough to share them someday.

"We don't have these," she regrets taking a tube of brightly coloured paper. "We have piñatas though." She adds proudly and Harry's jaw hangs open in surprise.

"No fucking way!" He is immediately told off by his mum as they all take a seat at the table. "I thought that was only allowed for birthdays."

"There's no rules for that!" She takes the Christmas cracker out again and Harry takes it from the other end. "So, I just pull it?" He nods and it makes a noise revealing the present.

"You get the crown." Harry unfolds it before helping her fix it atop her head. "And the little toy, what is it?oh... I get the joke!" His family groans, his sister hiding her face in hands, but all she sees is the glint in Harry's eye before he reads. "Who's Rudolph's favourite pop star?"

"I don't know," she's the only one that was going to ask him. And she really wanted to know.

"Beyon-sleigh!" Harry watches in delight how the girl before him snorts at the silly and not so funny joke.

"That was awful." She confessed.

"Agree, next year we'll make our own. Riddles only." His mum adds and Harry protests right away but is shushed by Gemma's voice reading out loud the riddle from her cracker.

Next year, she will probably be spending the day with her numerous family, she thinks. Harry will be here again, telling awful jokes, pulling away Christmas crackers. Perhaps he will bring another person with him. She tries to push the poisonous thoughts down with a big gulp of wine. Only succeeding when Harry's left hand rests on her knee, his thumb rubbing circles on her skin exposed by her ripped jeans while he listens to his sister talk about her podcast. It marvels her how he is there, for everybody.

After dinner they play family games and Harry makes a fake tantrum after his cousin Chloe claims his companion for her team.

"She's mine!" He argues, his long arms embracing her easily. She ends up joining the other team, but the quick kiss she bravely gave to his neck before he let her go, confirmed the words he spoke.

There is a three step process Harry follows to know he's fallen in love. If he finds himself talking about them with every living soul, if he does something they like just because it makes him miss them less and finally if he takes them home to meet his mum. He knows that for the past few days, there was no other topic to discuss with him than the girl sitting beside him in the sofa. He's been drinking tea every morning, just because it reminds him of her. He watches her talk to his mother about how much they like Rod Stewart and knows that he's in too deep.

It should bother him, because she will leave. And all these moments spent, will be just distant memories for him to torture himself over and over again. He wants to feel the angst of knowing that maybe she will forget him, maybe she has a partner back home. He gives up on trying to feel miserable, agreeing with that song from earlier. It is a time to rejoice in the good that we see, a time for living and believing.

Right now all he sees is her, he sighs before tucking her by his side, her brown doe eyes meeting his briefly before sneaking an arm around his waist. She continues to chat with Anne and Gemma even after the rest of the guests leave, still holding onto him. Harry can see the fondness radiating from his mother and sister for the girl in his arms. He sees trust, and he smiles thinking of a new beginning.

What a beautiful sight.

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Double Trouble

Hey guys, @leelee10898 here. Since @cocomaxley & @ao719 posted their birth story... I figured I should get off my butt and do one, considering the twins were due months before them lol. This is just a little something I threw together, it also answers a few questions some had. So here we go...

Alicia leaned back against her husbands chest as she watched their twins enjoy the puppet show with the other kids. So many things had changed in a years time. The wild fun loving group were now all parents, they traded beers for bottles, and the guys weekly poker game turned into once a month, and weekly play dates. "Penny for your thoughts love?" Leo whispered in her ear. "Just thinking how fast time flies. It feels like yesterday they were born, and now they are 1." She sighed.

"Oh I remember it well." Leo chuckled as the two thought back to the day that changed their lives forever.

1 year ago…..

"God its so hot." Alicia whined as she fanned herself.  It was unseasonably hot and humid for April, and here they were sitting at a garden party to celebrate Regina's birthday. "I'm sorry love. I know you're miserable, how about a glass of Ice water?" Leo gave her a sympathetic smile, and a kiss on the cheek. "Ok fine. But a big one,  with lots of Ice." She pouted, as Leo motioned to a nearby waiter. "Oh, and a cookie. chocolate chip, no oatmeal raisin. Wait, No. yes. Ok bring both." Slightly confused the waiter wandered off to retrieve the duchess's requested items. Leo walked over to join the guys leaving Alicia with the other ladies.

"God its hot. Who the hell planned this?" Anitah huffed. "Um you did." Genevieve rolled her eyes. "Jesus I swear this pregnancy brain is going to be the death of me. I almost forgot to put underwear on this morning." She popped a grape in her mouth. "It is hot, but its a very nice day. Maybe you guys can go inside to cool off?" Pam suggested. Finally the waiter came back with Alicia's water and cookies. "How are you holding up honey?" Pam turned to Alicia who looked like she was stung by a bee. "Im hot, im huge, I can't see my feet. Speaking of feet, they're swollen and the amount of pressure and cramping today may just kill me." She blurted out, pam gave her a questioning look.

"God im sorry Pam. I didn't mean to snap, I just. Oh, ooooh, ugh." She cringed as she grabbed her stomach. Anitah shot her a look. "What's going on over there?"

"These damn Braxton hicks." Alicia grunted. "You sure its not gas?" Genevieve snickered. "Trust me, if I fart you'll know it Gen."

She composed herself and focused on picking at the cookie in front of her. Not having much of an appetite anymore, she took deep breaths trying to keep the pain at bay. The ladies chattered around her, Leo still talking to the guys.

Suddenly Alicia's eyes went wide. "My. My water broke." Genevieve looked over placing her hand on Alicia's "that's ok honey,  we'll get you another." Pam looked down at the liquid dripping from the chair. "Um Gen, no. Her water broke. The twins are coming."

Genevieve and Anitah froze, pure fear in their eyes. Alicia let out a long loud groan.  "Oh god. It's happening." Anitah panicked standing and knocking over her chair, Genevieve following suit. The two began to freak out, while Pam tried to soothe Alicia. The commotion drew the attention of the whole party, Leo grinning widely in conversation as he turned to face his wife. The smile soon faded as his eyes landed on Alicia's pain stricken face.

Leo took off running across the lawn, tripping over the leg of a table holding a large ice sculpture in the form of a swan. He landed in a rolling heap on the lawn, the table flipping over sending the ice sculpture into the air, landing in the fountain where Madeline, Kiara and Alexis stood, soaking them from head to toe. Bastian had Brad bring a car around, as Liam and Drake helped Alicia across the lawn. "My bag. Its in our car." Alicia breathed out, Rashad volunteered to grab it while Leo limped next to his wife.

They arrived at the hospital, Leo was treated for a sprain and Alicia was rushed to a delivery room.  Anitah, Liam, Drake, pam, Rashad and Genevieve sat in the private waiting area down the hall from the delivery room. Maxwell was in Texas visiting with Stephanie and Evie, Liam called him to let him know that Alicia was having the twins.

"You're 8 centimeters your grace. Not much longer until these babies are here." Another strong contraction hit her like a ton of bricks.  "Arrrrggg Fuuuuck! It hurts." She sobbed. "Leo, we are never having sex again." Leo chuckled as he rubbed his wife's damp head. "I think we both know thats not true."

"The fuck it isnt! Bambam better not come anywhere near pebblesssss, ahhhhh my god fuckkkk it hurts."

Leo's face turned a deep red as the nurse snickered.

Anitah paced the floor. "Anitah, sit down you're gonna wear the tile out." Genevieve teased as rashad rubbed her feet. "I can't just sit. Its been hours, we haven't heard anything yet. What if something's wrong?" Liam came up placing his hands on her shoulders.  "Everything is fine my love." Anitah glanced at the door opening it a crack and sticking her head out. She heard a blood curdling scream come from down the hall, a few doctors and nurses rushing into the room Alicia was in. Before Liam could grab her Anitah bolted out the door, down the hall and into Alicia's room where she could see a small head crowning.  

A doctor approached the queen, who was looking a bit green in the face "your majesty, are you ok? You don't look so well." He questioned

"Oh, im fi-" She leaned over vomiting on his shoes.  "Fine." She lifted her head just in time to see another doctor hold a tiny baby up, and hear a tiny cry. Anitah joined Leo next to Alicia. "One down, one more to go." The doctor said. "I had to make sure you were ok." Anitah sniffled as she looked down at the new baby in her bestfriends arms. "Will you stay here for the next one?" Alicia sniffled. "Of course." Shortly after Baby A was born, baby B made their way into the world. After the nurses cleaned them up and Leo and Alicia had time alone the group entered the room. "Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Leonard Joshua and Arabella Faith."

Leonard or LJ for short was born first  weighing 7lbs 2 oz and 20 inches long. Arabella was born 2nd weighing 6lbs 10 oz and 19 ½ inches long. Both babies were healthy, and did not need to spend any time in the NICU.

******

"So when are you two gonna make the announcement?" A voice pulled them from their thoughts. They looked over to find Stephanie sitting there. They both gave her a questioning look. "Oh come on. I may not live in Cordonia anymore, but Im not stupid." Stephanie had made the decision to move back home to Texas to care for her sick mother. Maxwell and her both made the amicable decision to divorce, but still loved each other very much. He would travel to Texas to visit and occasionally Stephanie could come visit Cordonia, just like for the twins birthday.

"Well I guess now is as good a time as any." Alicia squeezed Leos hand. They walked over getting everyone's attention.  "We want to thank everyone for coming today. And Celebrating the twins birthday. But, we also have an announcement to make." Alicia looked to Leo who then grinned. "We're having a baby. Just one this time." He smirked.

The group congratulated the pair. Drake looked at Liam and shook his head, pulling a crisp $100 bill from his wallet "Damnit Liam, I should've known better then to take that bet. Liam smirked "what can I say. I know my brother,  and I'm pretty sure those two will end up having the most kids out of all of us."

Drake rolled his eyes. "Ok, fair. But how about a new bet." Liam looked at his best friend intrigued "I bet Rashad and Gen are next." Liam chucked "I'll take that bet."

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New Unit (Jay Halstead) Part 3

Summary: You and Jay were dating for two years and he ended up cheating on you. Two years later, you were transferred to a new unit. The same unit as Jay.

Words: 2351

Requested: No, they are open though. Prompts

Prompts: No

A/N: omg this is the last part I am doing with this prompt for now maybe. I absolutely love this prompt.

Original prompt by @sweetblink

I never stopped loving you

       Those five little words rang in your heads the entire night into the next morning. You knew they were lies and he only said them cause he wasn't thinking straight.

         The squad found you not long after Jay said those words and passed out. You sat there with Jay in your lap afraid to even jostle him a little until the paramedics came. Voight said that what you have done was stupid but pretty brave and that you can go home. You drove to the precinct and got into your car and drove home. You were utterly wiped and as soon as you were home, you fell on your bed and went to sleep almost automatically.

        You walked into Chicago Med and was about to ask the front desk lady were Jay was but you saw Will. Jay's brother. "Y/N," He said walking up to me.

       You smiled at him and gave him a hug. "Hey, long time no see,"

       He shrugged. "That's just what happens when you break up with someone, you typically break up with their family too,"

        You laugh at him. "True. So how's Jay doing?"

        He looks at you. "You know him. He's a tough one. Just a few broken ribs, a severe concussion, and a few minor things, we are keeping him overnight again due to the concussion,"

          Your heart dropped slightly when you heard that he had a concussion cause even you didn't want you to admit it, there a tiny little hope that, Jay meant what he said. "So he's gonna be okay?" You asked pushing down those feelings.

        He nods. "Yeah, but I'm still wondering how you ended up being his partner after two years?"

        You shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. What room is he in? Is he lucid?"

       Will motioned for me to follow me. You felt your phone vibrate as you got into the elevator, you took it out of your pocket and it was a text from Ruzek.

          From: Ruzek

          How's Halstead?

          To: Ruzek.

          Will says he's doing fine. Going up to see him now.

          You put your phone back in your back pocket and stepped out of the elevator. "So you're getting along with the other squad members?"

          "Yeah,"

          Will stopped in front of a room and opened it. "Got a visitor for you bro,"

           You walked into the room and Jay was facing the other way but he turned and you could see all the bruises on his face. "Y/N,"

          You walked up to him. "Yeah,"

          "I'm gonna leave you two alone," Will said leaving and shutting the door.

          You pull up the chair next to his bed and sit in it. You carefully touch his face. "This is my fault,"

           He reaches up and touches your hand. "It's not. It wasn't your decision. It was mine,"

          You pull your hand from Jay's. "Yeah, but I'm your partner, I should've actually made you stay,"

           Jay winces as he sits up. "Stop doing that,"

           You look at Jay weirdly. "Stop doing what?"

            Jay grabs your hand and kisses it. At this point, you really don't care about being a bitch or holding on to a grudge against Jay. Seeing him laying in on your lap unconscious scared you. You rather have him in your life than be mad over something that happen two years ago. "Blaming yourself for everyone else's choices,"

          You sigh. "You know me, Jay, you've known me for almost five years. You know I also do especially when I'm there to witness it cause I could've stopped it,"

            Jay drops my hands and just looks at me. "What?" You asked.

           He lets out a low sigh. "Can we just forget the past and start new?"

          You smiled. "Seeing you like that yesterday made me realize that I rather have you in my life than not have you in my life. So I love you to start over,"

          Jay smiled and held out a hand. "Hi, I'm Jay Halstead and I'm a Detective,"

        You giggled. "Hi, I'm Y/N Y/L/N and I'm also a Detective,"

        "Oh that's why you look familiar, I've must've seen you around town,"

        "Same here,"

        At this time, there was a knock at the door and someone opened it and it was Burgess. "Hey," She said looking at me.

         You nodded. "Hey,"

         Burgess walks over to Jay and hands him a bag. "Thank you," He said taking out a burger from the bag.

       You chuckled and stood up. "I gotta get to the precinct. I'll talk to you later," You said kissing the side of his forehead.

        Jay froze when you kissed him. He wasn't excepting that. He hasn't heard you chuckle at him in forever and that was his favorite sound. Well besides you saying his name. Jay watched you walk out the door and shut it. "Did you fixed things?" Burgess asked.

       Jay was still shocked. "Our friendship, yes,"

       Burgess just laughed at him. "You do realize that girl is still madly in love with you rather she wants to admit it to herself or not,"

       **

        It was almost a week later and James Lynch was charged with five counts of murder and a few counts of drugs. You didn't believe that James was the one who killed all five men but he wouldn't give them up. "It doesn't matter, if you shoot and killed the people in my crib, you already took justice for those deaths," He had said.

       Today oddly enough wasn't busy so the team has been mostly doing in house things, i.e reorganizing the cases files, putting case files into the database, going over C.I files, etc. Jay had came back after like three or four days cause he was itching to do something and not sit at home.

     You were walking down to the main lobby area and you saw that Nyko was there. "Nyko, what are you doing here?"

        He smiled at me. "Just waiting to say how proud I am of you and also this," Nyko said grabbing me, pressing my back into his chest and hold a gun to my head. "Nyko, what are you doing?" You asked.

          There was an officer walking up to us but he pointed the gun at him. "No, stay back. It's fine," You said. 

           "You are so stupid, you know that,"

           You tried to move but his grip on your back got tighter. "What do you mean?"

           He laughs. "You weren't supposed to take down James. You screw everything up,"

           Jay was still organizing files when Voight steps out of his office. "We have a problem downstairs,"

          Jay didn't care what the problem was, all he knew was that you were downstairs and if Trudy called Voight and told him it had to be bad. Jay had just managed to get to turn the corner when a gun was pointing at him and then at you.

         "Move any closer and I'll shoot her brains out,"

           Jay drops dead in his tracks and his confusion turned quickly into anger as he saw that it was Nyko holding you at gunpoint. "You do that and you're not gonna make it out of here alive," Jay said.

          He scoffs. "Who said that I wanted to?"

          He cocked the gun and pointed it back at your head. "Hey, hey. Let's calm down for a second. Talk to me,  why wasn't I suppose to make it out of James?"

          "He was supposed to take you out because you were the only one who knew,"

          You were confused. "Knew what?"

          "Don't play stupid with me,"

          You looked over at Jay and Jay looked utterly pissed off. "I'm not. What am I only suppose to know?"

          "That I was the one who set up Hunter to be killed,"

           Your body froze. "I didn't know that. I only knew Lynch killed Hunter. Oh Nyko, what did you get yourself into,"

          You felt Nyko's grip loosen but he still has you in a tight enough grip where you couldn't move. "Hunter was gonna spill the beans on who I was and I could allow that, so I set up a meeting with Hunter at the stash house and called James and framed Hunter for stealing drugs,"

          Before you even know what was happening, you were being thrown on the ground. You quickly turned around and saw that Jay had tackled him.  You saw that neither of them had the gun. You looked around to see that the gun landed a few feet away. When you looked back to Jay and Nyko, Jay was on top of Nyko punching him. Before you could even get up, Roman and Atwater were pulling Jay off Nyko. Once he saw that Nyko was in good hands, he walked over to you and helped pull you to your feet. He placed both of his hands on both sides of your face and made you look at him. "Are you okay?"

         You nodded. "Yeah, are you?"

         He nodded and pulled you into a hug. You felt a hand on your back and you looked at saw that it was Ruzek. "One thing quit getting yourself into danger,"

         You laughed and pushed him.

         Everyone had either left to go home or left to go to Molly's but you wanted to get the last two files in the system before you left. "Go home Y/L/N, you can do that tomorrow," Voight said coming out of his office.

       You shook your head. "If I made, I want to get these last two files into the system. I don't like leaving work unfinished,"

       Voight nodded. "Alright but don't take too long. You had a tough day," He said going back into the office.

       You reached into the last file and opened it.

       Jay Halstead x undercover.

      You looked at the date and the date was from two years ago. Around the time when Jay started acting strange. You opened the folder and began to read it;

        Jay Halstead went undercover to fish out a high profile drug lord. During this time, he had to pursue a relationship with the suspect's sister.

        Jay opened the door on the third knock. Jay opened it and he was shocked to see you standing there. "Y/N,"

        You looked at him. "Are you gonna invite me in?"

        Jay quickly moves to the side and motions for you to come in. When you were in the apartment you two used to share, you noticed that he still had pictures of you two still on the mantle by his tv. "What-" Jay started to say.

       You turned around and looked at him. "Three questions," You cut him off.

        He looked at you and then the picture. "That was my favorite of us and I didn't want to take it down,"

        You gave him a confused look. "Huh? Oh no, not the picture,"

        He leans against the kitchen wall. "Then what?"

        You walked up to him. "One: What didn't you tell me you were undercover?"

        Jay looks confused for a second and then realization sets in. "You got the file for my case,"

        "I did,"

        He sighed. "Voight didn't want anyone outside Intelligence to know. It was a high profile case and he didn't want anyone not involved to get hurt cause they knew too much,"

         You nodded. "That's why your partner told me you weren't working on any case,"

         Jay nodded.

         "Two: if you were working undercover, why did you come to here where I was?"

         He stands straight up. "It's on the days that I knew they weren't following me or I had left after everyone went to sleep and sometimes I didn't even come home. I was stupid during the case and I knew I should've told you something to make your mind be put at ease but I couldn't go against Voight's order,"

        You took another step closer to him. "Did you sleep with her?"

         Jay looked at you like you were crazy. "No, absolutely not. Every time, things would get heated, I would gently tell her no that I wasn't ready to take it to that level,"

         You took another step closer to Jay. "So you weren't cheating on him. If I would've just let you explain, what happened, we would've never broken up. I thought the reason why you cheated on me was cause you didn't love me or want me anymore,"

          Jay didn't say anything but walked up to you. He gently grabbed your face and before you realize what he was doing, he kissed you. Your body froze for a minute before relaxing into the kiss making it deep. Your entire body went hot. Both of your arms went around his neck but one of your hand went into his hair, pulling it a couple of times. "I never stopped loving you. I always wanted to be around you. You were my everything," Jay said breathlessly after you pulled apart.

        You looked at his lips and brought your thumb down to trace his bottom lip and without even answering his comment you kissed him again but this time, he pulled you as close as he could get to him. "Jump," He said taking his lips off yours but then quickly placing them back on.

You do as you are told and jumped, Jay catches you and you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to your once shared bed. He sits down on the bed to where you are straddling him. He pulled back from kissing you. "Are you sure about this?"

You kissed him again. "Yes," You said pulling his lip with your teeth knowing how that use to drive Jay insane.

***

You were now cuddling with Jay. You're head on Jay's naked chest, his arm wrapped around you, both of your legs intertwined with each other. "So what does this mean?" He asked.

You lifted up your head and turned it to face Jay. "I don't know but I'm willing to find out if you are?"

The End

[wealder]

Judy's 1st Viewing **Note: This story was inspired from one of Brentwoodsociety's posts** ==================== Kevin Williams punched the button and spoke into the phone. “This is Kevin”   “Mr. Williams, This is Jason Sanders in maintainence” the voice on the phone replied. “I saw your notice on the bulletin board in the break room about viewing your daughter, and wanted to say I am interested.”  Kevin smiled.  “Glad to hear it!” Kevin replied. “I'll be able to show her Monday evening, Let's say around 6:30. You can have dinner with my family first.”  Kevin could tell Jason would accept almost before he answered.  And he was proven right. “That will be great, Sir.  I'll need to let my supervisor know I need some time off for it”   Not to worry, thought Kevin.  He'll have his daughter married in no time.   “l'll swing by and pick you up.  Be there a few minutes before 6” Kevin said then hung up and called home. Robert, Kevin's youngest son answered the phone.  “Hello.  Hi Dad.” was his pleasant reply.  Robert was always a happy go lucky kind of guy.  “Mom can't come to the phone right now.   Sure, I'll let her know asap.” and hung up.   “who was that” his sister, Judy asked, looking up from the laundry she was folding.   “Dad.” Rob answered, then strolled to their parent's room to give his mother the message.   Monday morning at breakfast, Judy almost choked on her juice when she heard the word she so dreaded. VIEWING!!   “I don't want to be VIEWED” the words came out before she could stop them. “Now, ja ja,” her Father scolded in his usual firm & soothing tone. Using the pet name he gave her back when her maintainence spanking first began.  “You know girls aren't to speak unless spoken to. This will have to go in your discipline journal.”  Kevin remembered her trying to plead her way out of a punishment, when the riding crop first smacked her bare & budding breasts, and the cry that came out.  Since then, ja ja had been his pet name for her. Maureen sighed inwardly. 'Honestly', she thought to herself. 'that man is always too soft on her. She's going to be a handful for any man that'll have her'   After 20+ years of marriage, and having been born & raised in the brentwood society, this was one woman who, unlike their daughter, knew to keep her mouth shut. “This is Kevin” Kevin spoke into the phone that afternoon.  “It's me, Quinn” his older son answered. “Mom is concerned about judy. She said that girl should've been home ½ an hr. ago.”  Silently, Kevin's face fell into his free hand.  “Knowing that brat, she probably ran off somewhere.” Quinn continued.   “She couldn't have gone too far. Go around the school and see if you can spot her. If you do, call me. I'm heading out now to check with some of her friend's parents.” “Got it” Quinn said & hung up. 20 minutes later, Kevin's cell rang. Its caller ID showed Robert was calling.   “Found her” He said as soon as his Dad answered. “She's at The Hungry Fox.”  The only Chinese restraunt in the Brentwoodsociety. 10 minutes after that, the waitress brought a tray to the 3 girls seated there.  “More tea for you two,” the waitress stated nervously in her broken English.  “Shackles and gag for bad girl.” she finished, setting the items in front of judy.  The bad girl almost choked on her tea. Looking past the retreating waitress, her fears were confirmed. Without a word, she put the shackles on, per the orders written all over the men's faces.  Judy could feel all eyes on her as Quinn secured the black ball gag in her mouth. Black meaning she was in BIG trouble.   The 12 minute trip home seemed more like 12 hours to her. “Flog her tits?” Robert asked his brother. “No, Dad doesn't want marks on her before her viewing” Quinn responded, a bit annoyed at Robert's constant suggestions for their sister's punishment. “Tawse her palms?”   “No”   “Cane her feet?” judy's eyes widened as Quinn thought about that one.  More creative than the other suggestions his brother came up with. “We'll cross that bridge after her viewing” came the stern voice of her disappointed Father. When they got home, Quinn said, “I need to get back to work. Let me know how it goes” and gave his sister a light swat. “I gotta admit, I like the idea of the nipple clamps. They don't leave any marks.”  Tearing his gaze away from his sister's firm breasts, Quinn turned & got into his car.  Leading her by the wrist into the house, Kevin considered some of the suggestions he heard on the way home. Maureen met them at the door. “I'll be back in time for dinner,” Kevin told her.  Handing the keys to her shackles, he turned to go. “Make sure she stays home” He ordered. “Yes sir” Maureen responded with a curtsy. She was already prepared for that order. Kevin got back in his car and  pulled out of the driveway. * Skip past posting and resume just before supper.  * “You can call me Kevin tonight. Just remember to address me at work as Mr. Williams.” In Kevin's car, Kevin was fighting off a headache now, thanks to his little ja ja. After Jason had left, Kevin was going to have to address that situation. On his way to pick Jason up, he'd been on his cell, making the plans to deal with it. The conversation with Jason had been pleasant, which helped a little bit. “Hi Dad” Robert said as they came in. “Mom, They're here” he called into the kitchen. Maureen came out right on cue. “Hi Dear,” She curtsied to her Husband. “This is Jason” Maureen curtsied to him. “Hello Sir.” Then she told her Husband dinner will be ready in 5 minutes and everything else is all set.  Kevin smiled lovingly to her. In her room, well secured to her bed, judy could hear them all talking pleasantly and enjoying themselves. Reality was starting to set in. She was going to be displayed to a potential husband. And there was nothing she could do about it. Having been raised in the Brentwoodsociety, she knew this day would come. Now she was starting to see the futility in trying to hide from it. Her mother came in and knelt in front of her. “I hope you thought about what I said earlier” “Yes, Mother. I'm sorry” came the meek reply. “What's my punishment gonna be?” “You'll have to talk to your Father about that later.  Right now, put on your best smile and come with me.” Maureen undid her daughter's bindings, none too gently. Then led her by her wrist into the Dining room. The men were having a pleasant conversation when the women came in.  Kevin saw them first. “And here's the life of the party; my little ja ja” he announced proudly. “Hello Sirs” Maureen curtsied to the men. Then judy did the same.  “Well, if you wish, she can serve dinner now.”   “Why do you call her ja ja?” Jason asked.   “That came from one of her first disciplining.” Kevin answered casually. “Dad whipped her tits!” Robert interjected, earning a disapproving look from his Dad. Jasons eyes went to the front of judy's dress, causing her to turn a bright red. “Sorry” Robert said humbly as the men took their seats at the dining room table. “And I cropped them.” he corrected. “She just got her training bra and it went to her head.”  Jason nodded knowingly. “I bet she really raised the roof there.” He said. “Would you like a glass of milk, Sir” judy asked Jason sweetly,despite her embarrassment.  He held out his glass to be filled. The other men did the same. A minute later, she served the men their dinner. Then knelt by the coffee table alongside her mother, waiting for the next instructions. The next hour was filled with questions and answers about judy's food preparation skills, her normal routine, past training and punishments. Then Robert excused himself, left and returned a minute later with a camera.  “Time for the main event” Kevin said when his youngest son returned with it, taking pictures almost every step of the way. “Maureen, the table needs clearing” Kevin commanded his wife. Without a word, Maureen got up and started clearing the table.  “I can see where judy gets her looks from” Jason complemented. “Judy, it's time.” Without a word, the prospective wife turned and began removing her shoes & socks, Robert's camera snapping  pictures of his older sister's progress. He was really enjoying this. He'd gotten pictures of each shoe and sock as they came off. Then the buttons of her  plaid blouse and candy apple red face with tear filled eyes. When it was the matching skirt's turn, Robert stopped her. “I want to get a picture from behind you” He commented. Judy held her pose until she was told to continue. Jason was enjoying the show as well, but couldn't hide his disappointment when she stopped and stood in her bra & panties. 30 minutes later; after posing in several different positions, the 2 men went into the library for a quick discussion. Kevin opened the discussion. “Feel free to speak your mind” “Well” Began Jason, a bit reluctant to speak his mind. He liked what he saw but there was something that bothered him. “She does have a great body. Nice smile, firm little butt, and perky tits.”  He paused, not sure which direction to go. Then spat it out. “I was hoping to see her nipples and pussy.  Couldn't with the bra & panties on.” After a moment's thought he concluded; “I need to think about it for a while. I'll let you know in a couple weeks.”   Kevin was almost expecting this. In his gut, he knew that allowing his ja ja to keep her panties & bra was a mistake. Especially since it wasn't that time of the month for her.   “I understand.  Let me know what you decide within, oh… shall we say a couple weeks.”  They agreed and left the library.   While the men were discussing the girl, Maureen knelt behind her daughter.  “It's time to let you know,” she spoke softly into her ear. “If he decides to want you, your punishment won't be as bad than if he rejects you.”  Judy stiffened at these words. “We'll find out in a few minutes. But for right now, just turn yourself over that foot stool.” With that she went into the kitchen while Robert took another picture of his 3 yr. Older sister. As the men passed by the kitchen, Kevin told her it was a “maybe” decision. Maureen knew what that meant. 15 minutes later, Maureen sat at the dining room table and called to her daughter.   “It's a maybe decision. Which is going to be handled as a rejection.” Fear filled judy's stomach and tears filled her eyes. Kevin came back to the dining room to find judy trussed up on the table, minus her bra as instructed. He sat down in a chair close to her head. “ja ja, I'm sure you know what this prospect's decision was.” He stroked her cheek and brushed some hair away from her eyes.  He accepted the riding crop Robert got from the coat closet. “I was thinking of reducing the amount for your breasts, but if I do that, I'm afraid you won't learn your lesson.” Now the trussed up girl was wide eyed and open mouthed in fear. Kevin gently pushed her mouth closed and stood up. If he accepted you, then you'd only have gotten 25 on each foot, instead of 25 on each boob as well. We'll begin with your feet.” Robert held his camera up, showing he wanted to capture this as well as his sister's viewing. Robert nodded his permission. In the kitchen, Maureen flinched at the first sound of the riding crop striking flesh and the scream that followed. Almost dropping the dish she was drying. She nodded to nobody in particular. 'About time you were firm with that girl' she muttered to herself and continued her chore of cleaning the kitchen. When the noise his sister was making from her punishment finally stopped, Robert went to upload his pictures onto his computer. The next morning, Kevin's daughter limped into the kitchen. “Good morning, ja ja” He greeted her warmly. “Good morning, sir.” came the weak answer from the girl, still hurting from last night's punishment.  “Before you grab some breakfast, be a sweet heart and return Mr. Childress his riding crop.” People weren't leaving for work yet, judy noticed as she limped next door. Riding crop in hand.  'Daddy is only doing this to humiliate me' she thought while trying to stretch her T shirt down past the top of her thighs and ring the doorbell with her other hand. The door opened and a tall muscular man stood inside, looking the little waif of a woman up & down. “Here is your riding crop back, Sir,”  judy curtsied. “Thank you, for helping my Daddy” she told him, per Kevin's instructions. When she got back home, Quinn met her as she closed the door. Without a word, he led her to her room, got a fresh pair of panties out of her drawer and gave them to her. She knew through experience, she was to change into them. Her cute little mouth fell open when she saw the shackles her older brother picked up off her dresser. “Dad wants you wearing these for 2 weeks.” He told her. Then knelt to fasten them to her ankles. Awkwardly limping back to the kitchen, she wondered what else awaited her for her errant ways.

[realtalk-princeton]

@pichu "ask about anything you dislike about princeton" so have you overall not liked your time here? would you tell prefrosh you to go somewhere else? as a frosh who doesn't like pton I'm trying to positive by telling myself my prospects are obviously gonna be great graduating from pton with a slightly above average gpa and I just have to get through what I dislike for 3 more years, but I also don't want to be 30 and bitter because I didn't love what should've been the "best 4 years" of my life

Response from Pichu: (this is kinda long ik, w/e)

overall my time here has been fine, i guess i go through phases of really liking it and not really liking it here. i’ve definitely never considered leaving or transferring or anything. and no, i would never tell prefrosh to go somewhere else. it’s their decision, why would i have the right to tell them what they should do? i’d answer whatever questions prefrosh have truthfully with no bullshit, and in the end the decision is theirs.

my freshman year was pretty mediocre and i didn’t really like princeton all that much during/after it either. besides my roommates i didn’t really feel that close with many people, grades were poop (not a big factor), and didn’t feel like i was really doing much. it generally gets better for most people tho, and i knew that so wasn’t too worried. i had a great time at PiB after freshman year and was excited to come back to princeton, and sophomore year was great all around. got involved in more things, got closer to my friends, enjoyed going out more and just kinda learned how to enjoy myself more. junior year things were kinda mediocre again and thats just kinda when i started to get really jaded by everything, so it was not great. senior year’s been mostly the same, pretty excited to get out but i know i’m gonna miss a lot of things so kinda focusing on enjoying the little things more, like even just peacefully walking around campus.

my advice to you is to keep being positive, you’re still a wee little freshman. you seem to not like princeton rn but not hate it (yet), so that’s good. sure your prospects are better coming from princeton than from some mediocre school, but i don’t think it’s really about that. just being a princetonian is something that sticks with you for life, more so than any job or title you’ll hold. when you’re a grown adult and old man/woman, people will care more that you’re from princeton than if you worked at goldman sachs or google or whatever.

my high school friend’s mom graduated from here, and she didn’t like it here. i haven’t actually asked her directly about it, she’s just told my mom. my mom said it’s cuz she was kinda like the artsy/actress kinda type, and princeton just wasn’t really a great fit for her. but she’s not like some bitter old woman now or anything. she lives a great life, and is a really cool mom. sure she doesn’t speak about princeton as glowingly as other alumni that i know, but like you have the rest of your life to talk about, your adult happiness shouldn’t have anything to do with whether you enjoyed college or not.

so yeah, keep being positive, it usually gets better. obviously don’t try to like force friendships cuz that’s fake, but like put yourself out there and be nice to people, if you can get some really genuine friendships then that’ll make things more enjoyable. i really like most of my friends. stay away from people like the freshman girl from earlier today who says she wants to work 20 hours a day. you can also read this piece by a yale girl a few years ago; some people might not agree completely or at all with it, but i think most people can find some newfound appreciation for their school after reading it. popped up on my news feed the other day

Response from Edamame: completely agree with the above, the link is also a great read, highly recommend

Response from Nick Carraway:

That article is so great. I think Pichu’s answer is also really good, but just to add, keep in mind that transferring is a big risk as well! More than just losing the Princeton name, you’re moving to a school where people have already found their places on campus. I guess I think it’d be even harder to be new at X school sophomore year than to be new at Princeton freshman year. Basically, you might find that you don’t like the new school either, and I think that’d put a lot of upheaval in your life that’ll be hard to come back from and stay happy. Just think about it a lot before actually transferring. one of my best friends on campus (who graduated last year) told me that he filled out transfer papers to transfer to Penn State at the end of his freshman year because he wasn’t too happy here. But by the end of junior/senior year, he was so so glad that had hadn’t transferred. Freshman year is tough! It takes time to find your place and groove here. I guess I just wanted to add this because the coin falls both ways. Lots of people almost transfer at points but then in the end are so happy they didnt, but others likely transfer and maybe shouldn’t have given up on Princeton so early/left the opportunities that abound here. Princeton is a special place and I can tell you that a majority of my friends love it here (myself included). :) hence why we have so much alumni spirit at Reunions every year (we’re talking like thousands and thousands of alumni coming back to celebrate Princeton pride every single year).

Response from John Shade:

aww pichu PiB luv