#and then id hear from my two friends that the girls from my group ALWAYS shittalked me when i left. saying that was blowing it out of

[tasmanianstripes]

Menstrual pain should be taken more seriously than it currently is, people suffering from it shouldn't be dismissed or accused of overreacting because "it's just a period"

For most of my life, I've suffered from debilitating menstrual cramps. Some days it was bad enough that I couldn't move, couldn't even speak, just cry and scream for hours until the painkillers finally kicked in, and it'd often leave me feeling weak, exhausted and like I was on the verge of passing out. I have to take the strongest non-prescription medication on the market and it still just makes my pain bearable enough that I can function; hell, even my prescription drugs sometimes weren't enough.

Despite this, I was often ridiculed by my peers and accused of faking it so I can get out of school or work, and I've had medical professionals refuse to help me because "it's just a period" and "it'll pass on its own". I've had to beg people to go get me painkillers and they'd usually start an argument or roll their eyes at me and complain the entire time. It was a constant problem and the only person that's ever taken my pain seriously was my mother.

Seriously, it isn't right that I have to deal with 2-3 days of debilitating pain and nobody around me treats it seriously. Not even my doctors.

And I'm not even the most severe case out there, I'm lucky that my cramps only last a max of 3 days and respond to medications. There are people out there who have to deal with worse.

Seriously, just please start taking menstrual pain seriously. Just because it happens every month doesn't mean it's any more bearable or less serious than any other pain. The pain this severe isn't normal, it's a medical condition and it should be treated seriously. It's even more fucked up that this sort of pain is often a symptom of some underlying condition yet even doctors don't treat it seriously.

[whoahoney]

Unbelievable

Eddie Munson x friend!Reader

Summary: reader has a crush on eddie and plans to confess her feelings at the bar, when she finds him sitting with a gorgeous girl, she doubts herself… what will she do?

Warnings: minors DNI, unwelcome advances, drinking, jealousy, anxiety, making out, allusions to smut

A/N: dedicated to the lovely @easy-peasy68 and this awesome request she sent in! I hope you love it, darling! 💖😌

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Tonight was the night—you were certain.

Tonight you’d worn your best clothes and redone your makeup twice. You prepared to drink until you were drunk of sorrow or happiness, one of the two.

“You’re not allowed to say that.” Robin chided over the phone as you walked to the bar and roll your eyes, “Think positive! He’s your friend, if he doesn’t return your feelings, how mean could he be about it?”

“I know he won’t be mean, Rob, he’s perfect!” You whine. “If he’s gonna let me down I know he’d do it in the sweetest most earth shattering way.” You watched the sidewalk pass beneath your feet and tried not to imagine the look of disappointment on his face.

“I have it on good authority that people can still be friends even after one rejects the other! Just look at me and Steve. We’ve been sailing this platonic love boat for years now! His dorky love confession is just a blip in the past now—“

“Whoa, wait, my love confession was not dorky—“ You hear Steve in the background and roll your eyes as you come to a stop before the sticker covered door that you’d grown quite fond of, this being Eddie’s favorite spot.

“Alrighty, Rob. I’m here.” You mumble and lean against the building.

Robin gasps, “Okayloveyou, call me after please, byeeeeee!” She almost sings as you end the call.

You take a deep breath and pull the door open. You’re so distracted looking for Eddie that you nearly blow right by the bouncer, sat at his laptop watching Lord of the Rings as he checked IDs.

You roll your eyes as he shoots you a questioning look, comparing your birthdate to your face before handing it back to you. You mumble a thanks and let your eyes scan the seats along the bar, where Eddie always sat.

You wondered if you beat him here for once, if you could be the one with two drinks waiting in front of you to be shared when he sat down like he’d always had with you.

You wonder if he’ll compliment your outfit, if he’ll even notice it. He typically always had a little compliment at the ready for you, about your hair or perfume, simple words that made you wanna shudder and savor the feeling forever.

A group of people grabbing drinks from the bartender caught your attention. They laughed merrily with each other and grabbed two tall glasses each to take to their awaiting table of friends, but when they moved, they also revealed a scene you never wanted to see; Eddie sat at the bar, and a gorgeous girl in your spot next to him.

Your heart ached and sank in your body, the beating of it suddenly so powerful it thudded in your chest. You wanted to swallow the lump in your throat, but your mouth was so dry you couldn’t, it just added to the sandpaper feeling prickling all the way down.

You wanted to cry at the way Eddie’s shoulders shook with a chuckle, facing the wall of bottles while she faced him, leaning closer on her hand and letting her ample cleavage show. She wore a red dress, one you wouldn’t even dream of wearing. Her lips were painted the same color and her eyes were lined with black so thick it reminded you of the music videos that sometimes played at the music store Eddie worked at.

She was perfect. And you suddenly felt as if you were not.

You feel someone bump into your shoulder and realize you were standing in the middle of traffic, grabbing a place at the bar with shaking hands, on the other side of three large old men that frequented the bar too.

Your mind was reeling and spinning without any alcohol to fuel it, so you opted for a water to collect yourself. When the bartender sat the tall glass in front of you, you take three big gulps of it and then some deep breaths. “Just go on over there, honey.” A gruff voice said.

“Yeah, that’s your spot!” Another said.

You turn to the right to see the old men looking at you, their leather vests, fading tattoos, and bald heads usually intimidating you, but when you saw them now, looking at you, you only saw concern in their eyes. You shake your head, “I don’t know what you mean.”

The men chuckle kindly, “Sweetheart, we know that’s your boy over there. And that broad has been buggin him for the last ten minutes about buying her drinks.”

Your brows push together and you lean over to view the two down on the other side of the man that spoke to you. Eddie had a tense smile, one he used when he didn’t wanna be rude.

“He could be nervous. She’s awfully pretty,” You think.

Another one of the men notice the skeptical look on your face, “He’s here to see you, ain’t he?” He asks incredulously through his thick mustache.

You shrug and nod, “We come here every week. W-We’re just friends though, so I should leave him alone.”

The men chuckle again before the third one pipes up, “Uh-uh! We gotta pool goin on how long it’ll take you guys to kiss. Poor boy always looks like he’s gonna make a move and doesn’t.” He rolled his eyes and his friends agreed.

Your jaw dropped, amusement on your face, “He does not!” You quietly chide before sneaking another glance at Eddie’s almost cowering figure as he kept his body facing straight, barely turning his head to respond to the girl.

“Between you and me,” the man closest to her almost mumbled, “if y’all kiss after this week, I lose—so it’s now or never.” He tsked and took a swig of his bottled bud light. You blush crimson and close your eyes. “If you go over there and plant one on loverboy, I’ll give you $50.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

You try not to chuckle when you notice these old men have you almost convinced. You take a deep breath and shake his hand, “I have to right now?” You ask.

“You just have to go over there right now, okay? And if it don’t work out, you gotta seat right back over here.” He nodded and gave you a firm pat on the back that almost knocked you over as you picked up or water and climbed off the stool. As you pass by them, you hear their rumbling cheers while they no doubt watch you.

You keep stepping towards where Eddie and the girl sat, Eddie’s hair practically a curtain between himself and her.

“You’re just shy, aren’t you?” She purred when you got close enough. She reached out to stroke Eddie’s hand that rested on the counter only for him to drag it away into his pocket.

“Nah, no, I-I’m typically not.” He said with a dry chuckle.

The girl tsked and leaned forward as you stepped up right behind her, still undetected, “Aww, so you just act this way for little ole me? All cute and shy?” She flattered herself and giggled in a way that you figured was supposed to be alluring.

As Eddie turns his head to face her, you step over next to him and put a hand on his shoulder, “Actually I think you just make him uncomfortable.” You remark, as you look her over and school your face to look unimpressed with the girl before you, as if you hadn’t envied her at first sight.

You look at Eddie, who stared at you with brown eyes wide with awe. Your lips twitch when they attempt to smile at the two waiting glasses in front of him, sips yet to be taken. “Can I have my seat or do I need to sit in his lap for you to understand?” You look back at her coldly.

She scoffs and looks between you two as she stands with her purse and returns to her table of friends in the corner.

You exhale deeply and look over at your biker friends who had heard the whole exchange. They raised their newest glasses to you and drank with hearty laughter.

“Friends of yours?” He asks with a uneasy chuckle, checking out the old men skeptically before he spotted their patches and smiled.

You shrug, “New friends.”

He nodded. You lingered by Eddie, your hand still on his shoulder before you move to sit in your spot, “My lap, huh?” He chuckled, amused and impressed at your display of courage he’d never seen before.

You plop down, the seat pleasantly warm from the bitch that previously occupied it. “Yeah, sorry about that, you just seemed…” you shook your head as he nodded gently.

“Thank you.” He looked you over, his eyes growing large again when they paused at your chest. “You look… fantastic, wow.” He says with a dumbstruck smile as he took you in again.

You chuckle and shake your head, “Oh, this old thing. Just threw it on, y’know, but, uh, I’m-I’m glad you like it!” You smile at him, feeling the difference in the air between you tonight. It felt good. Full of possibility.

Eddie clears his throat and slides your drink over to you. “A toast— to my best friend;” he started as you lift your glass with a quirked brow, “The bravest, wittiest ….” He hesitated, peering into your eyes, “…prettiest girl I know.” He nodded as he finished.

“Here, here!” The familiar gruff voices echoed behind you in agreement, lifting their shots before throwing them back. You guys chuckle and sip your beers, your nose wrinkling at the first taste as you usually did.

Eddie chuckled at you as you set the glass down, foam on your upper lip. “What?”

“You got a little…” he pointed at your mouth, but didn’t give you a chance to clean it yourself, bringing his thumb up to wipe it off with one gentle swipe. “There… much better.” He said softly, his face inches from yours. His touch sending pins and needles where he touched. He’d never touched your face before—not to mention your lips.

You look down and blush, finding your knees between his and his body leaned close to yours. He looked so much more like himself now, that ornery glint in his eye, his boyish smile that always said ‘trouble’ when he flashed one your way.

You watch his ringed hand rest on your knee, stroking in loving circles before you look up at him, his gaze more serious, yet not stone. Something else was hidden in the look he gave you, something that felt familiar to you.

He whispers your name, “—Tell me something.”

You cock your head and give him a single nod, “What’s to tell?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes before taking a drink, “S’gonna be like that, huh?” He looks at you again, playful smile on display as he leans closer to you again.

“Like what?” You chuckle, enjoying this game. Eddie rolls his eyes with a smile and goes to turn back forward when you catch his knee, “No, no,” you pat him before turning him to you by the knee in your grip, Eddie’s gaze darkening as his eyes flicked back up to yours. “No need for that.”

You go to withdrawal your hand, but he catches it., “Were you jealous?” He asked, his hand stop yours.

You can’t help but balk, your mouth opening and eyes widening before you can pinch your brows together and shake your head, “N-No,” you find yourself in the lie, “I just—“ you shrug, finding his eyes on yours expectantly, obviously working hard to keep his mouth straight and resisting the smile that threatened to curl up at the corners.

“Just?” He prodded.

“Like—ugh, the way she was touching you. And looking at you—”

“And… that’s not jealous?” He broke a little, one side of his smile lifting as he bit the other cheek.

Your cheeks blossom into magenta, your avoidant smile rising up on your face as you grab your drink as a buffer, not daring to move your other hand from his grasp. Eddie watches you as you gulp the brew and set down the glass, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Okay, maybe a little..” you shrug before looking up at him from under your lashes, your eyes darting back down when you saw his smirk.

Oh, great. It’s a joke to him.

“But if it was a guy, okay,” you start, “And if I was you, and I was looking the same way you did, you’d do the same thing, wouldn’t you?” You shrug in question. “You’d wanna protect me from an unwelcome conversation, right?”

Eddie nodded, “Yeah, absolutely.”

“See?” You go to move your hand from his, turning to face the bar when he catches you again.

“To protect you, yes.” He said, hidden urgency in his eyes as he squeezed your hand gently, “—But also because I’d be jealous.” He smiles at your hesitance to believe him as you gently shake your head in disbelief.

“So.. now would be a good time to tell you about my feelings?” You ask quietly.

“Feelings?” He asks in feigned incredulity. You fight the blooming smile as he teases you. “Feelings about what?” He mocks you at your own game.

You roll your eyes and push at his chest, smiling when he caught your wrist and released your other, turning his hand to face palm up, his fingers lingering on yours in the hope you’d wind your fingers through his.

And you do, just as he’s begun stroking his thumb over your hand, the one he caught on his heart.

“Tell me.” He says just above a whisper despite the chaotic barroom.

You nod, “I… I like you. A lot. An embarrassing amount, actually— since the day we met.” You stumble, looking down at the rings on his hands you’d never brought yourself to play with, though you thought about it a lot.

You’d never held hands like this before, always sure to stay in your own bubbles. But tonight, everything was different, and you both knew it wouldn’t ever be the same.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He said casually.

You look up at him in surprise, to find him leaning forward and releasing your hand to hold you steady as he pressed a kiss to your lips. Your eyes melt closed and you kiss him back, not shying away from the urge to touch his face and neck.

You barely hear the cheers behind you until Eddie breaks the kiss to glance at your friends a few seats down the bar. You turn shyly to find them paying their tabs and handing cash to the man that convinced you to come over here in the first place.

He saunters over to you, cap on his head and a new dip in his mouth, the lump bulging beneath his bottom lip. “Here ya go, darlin, take your new boyfriend out on a date.” He dropped a fifty in front of you and shoved his winnings away in his pocket.

Your jaw drops and you go to hand it back to him, “Sir, I can’t take this—“

“The hell you can’t!” He said as his friends joined him, one of them taking his free hand. “I’m $200 richer because of you, let me share the wealth!”

“Gary, you leave them alone.” The man chided. “Congratulations, you two,” he said when he turned to you, “Seeing you guys here these last few months had us thinking about our old times—Gary and I have been coming here with our friends since ‘82.” He beamed at his partner and it was only then you noticed the pride flag patch, beneath the Satyrs Motorcycle Club emblem, along with a BACA patch to boot.

You smiled warmly as Eddie took your hand again and swiftly pocketed the $50 for you. “Well, we owe you fellas drinks the next time we meet!” Eddie said.

You smile at his heart and nod in agreement, “Thank you, so much.” You smile at Gary who nodded.

“We wish y’all the best—treat her right, pretty boy, she knows where to find me.” He pointed a thick callused finger in his direction with a teasing wink and a final pat on the back as they departed, hearing the unmistakeable revving of their friends preparing to leave.

Eddie looked back at you as you sighed, the tension from the last couple weeks finally falling away with each careful stroke of his thumb over your hand.

I could get used to this, you think.

“So…” Eddie said, in the way he always did when he had a new plan of action, “How about… we blow this popsicle stand, grab some food and then.. maybe spend the night at yours.” He said, looking down at your hands as he spoke, the way he did when he was shy.

You smile and think about the advantages you have now that your best friend might just be your boyfriend, how well you know each other already. How easy this felt since you said the words that felt like wire bristles coming out of your throat.

“Spend the night?” You ask with a hand pressed to your chest. Eddie blushes as he meets your eye, not bothering to clarify the sentiment of spending the evening at your place like you’d done plenty of times before.

But never spending the night.

You bit your lip before letting it slip out of your teeth, “You wanna?” You ask quietly.

His eyes shift again, that darkness taking over again as his mischief fell and lust took hold of him. He nodded.

“And before our first date!” You say in a theatrical gasp that had him giggling and shaking his head before taking a drink.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to—“

“Who said that?” You scoff, taking a sip of the water you brought over with you as Eddie chuckled into his now free hands, shaking his head and groaning, “you’re unbelievable.”

“I bet it won’t be the last time you say that tonight.” You say daringly.

Eddie’s mouth drops open before he lurches off his stool to pay your tabs. As he stands in line his gaze keeps drifting back to you, knowing you’re watching him with a coy smile he’d never gotten to see before now. He figures now you must’ve been too nervous and it makes him chuckle as he looks you over again.

You notice this and shoot him a look, narrowed eyes and a suspicious smirk, only able to guess what he’s thinking about you.

Your eyes shift behind him to find the girl from earlier still sitting in the corner, her eyes on you with curiosity. You wonder if she saw your kiss, or how Eddie held your hands. Before you can think too much about it, Eddie’s obstructing your view as he approaches and holds out his hand for you, something else he hadn’t done before.

You take it gratefully and smile as you fix your purse. You step forward and feel his hand at your lower back, almost bringing you to your knees at first. You gathered yourself quickly and smiled when you saw his hand shoot out from behind you to grab the door, ushering you through into the warm night air.

His hand slips into yours and he pulls you closer to him. His smile is set on you and he wraps his arms around you, staring at you for just a minute.

“Thanks for my drink.” You smile, finding a hand on his chest and the other stroking the column of his neck.

He chuckles, “Of course. More than happy to cover my girl’s drinks.”

“Ooh, your girl.” You sing teasingly.

You feel him stroking your back at the edge of your shirt where a sliver of skin was exposed. “Yeah. Unless your mind has changed about me in the last five minutes—“

You’re quick to cut him off with a shake of your head and a “Mm-mm, nope!” That sends him smiling wider as he pulls you over to his car.

“You didn’t drive, did you?” He asks as you approach the Kia. You shake your head again and catch his smirk.

“You dirty dog.” He tsks and puts his hand against the passenger door you leaned against.

“What??” You ask through a giggle.

“You came here with a plan didn’t you!” He leaned in close, til his nose brushed yours and you could smell the alcohol on his breath. You thought he was going to kiss you before he pulled back and appraised you. “What—plan A I’m your ride, plan B, you Uber?” He asks.

You nod.

“I’d never let you get into an Uber.” He scoffs and opens the door for you, guiding your body around the door and into the car.

He watches you buckle up, and waits patiently til you look up at him in question, wondering if he asked something you didn’t hear.

“What?” You ask softly, trying not to melt at the way he looked at you.

He shakes his head gently, “Nothin,” he leans closer to you, “Just… glad I don’t have to pretend anymore. Feels nice.” He smiles again. You nod in agreement. “Plus I need a kiss from my girlfriend if she wants a ride home.” He pauses right in front of your lips waiting to you to close the rest of the distance.

“Is that how it’s gonna be, Munson?” You ask.

He nods, “Oh, yeah, I’m capitalizing on it. I’ll do anything for you if it means I get a kiss.” He looks down to your lips and back up again.

You smile and push your lips to his, with more fervor than you did in the bar, his lips warmer and wetter than before. Eddie practically drops to his knees to keep the kiss going, internally debating on climbing inside the car this way until—

“Excuse me? Excu—Excuse me!” A voice said from in front of the car. You’re the one to pull out of the kiss, Eddie following you before following your gaze and finding the girl from earlier, her friends behind her as she holds her keys in her hand, “Can I get into my car please?” She asks in uncomfortable calm.

Eddie stands up, “Oh, yeah, for sure!” He shuts your door and jogs around the front of the car without another look in her direction, scrambling inside the car and starting it just to turn to you and pull you in to continue your kiss.

You crack your eyes open to find the girl’s friends opening the back doors to her car and piling in, as she remained frozen to the spot, her mouth dropped as she watched how Eddie kissed you. You close your eyes and open your mouth just a bit more and feel Eddie’s tongue slide inside, and you hate that you hoped she saw it.

You moan into his mouth and let him explore before tangling your tongue with his. His taste was intoxicating, even after the beer. Kissing him in his car was a different feeling than kissing in the bar, this was more private—special even.

You’d spent a lot of time in the passenger seat of his car, smoking, telling secrets, singing together, crying after hard days, eating take out when neither of you feel like cooking, it was another one of the places that was special to you because it was somewhere you shared with Eddie. And now you got to share this in here too.

Eddie let out a savoring groan before parting his lips from yours. “Now that, was unbelievable.” You said as he smiled in the same goofy way he always did.

You giggle and look away as he turns up the music and put the car in reverse. “Bet it won’t be the last time you say that tonight.” He says before sticking his tongue out. You look over at him with a glimmer in your eye and a smirk that had him driving 15 over the speed limit and kissing your hand every few seconds, like he had waited for this just as long as you had.

And just in case you’re wondering—Eddie had you calling him unbelievable (and a few other things) by the end of the night.

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[charcoallbaby]

dirty little secret

smut! choking, cheating and reader gets tied up.

someone asked for a cheating matt so here!!! very rushed but hope you enjoy! happy to be writing again.

every friday at 6:30pm he was outside my door, waiting in his car until i came outside. the second he saw me close my apartment door after myself, he immediately got out of his car, opened the passenger door for me and got back into the drivers seat.

when i got into his car, he would greet me, drive to a enclosed area and fuck me rough in his back seats.

our schedule is friday night until sunday night. he fucks me for them 2 days straight.

no one knows what we do together. not his best friend, not my bestriend not even his own brothers know what we do on the weekends. well i know for a fact that they can hear us, well mostly me. he tells me to be quiet when he’s thrusting into me but i can’t help but scream from his size.

if i ever see him in public which i mostly do, he’s my boyfriends close friend.

my boyfriend tucker. brief summary of him; he treats me like shit, he can’t make me come(matt always makes me come) and he works late on weekends so i never see him, he doesn’t suspect anything.

matt’s brothers don’t know that it’s me he’s fucking. if they knew he would definitely be called out.

as i was saying, if i ever see him in public i can’t be caught looking at him, even when he’s talking. it’s one of his rules. he’s the quietest out of the whole group, so there’s not a lot of talking coming from him.

he rubs my damp panties underneath the table with his veiny hands, with long fingers and thick rings covered on them and no one bats an eye.

it was a friday night. it was my twenty-first. my best friend violet organised a party with all our friends, matt included of course. violet made sure it was at the bar my boyfriend works at, so he could “see me.” it’s only because they don’t ID and she’s still twenty. i made sure to buy a nice fitting dress that showed my curves and of course, my boobs were nearly spilling out of it, it was all for matt. i didn’t care if my boyfriend stared at me, i didn’t care if any random guy stared at me. all i cared about was if matt stared at me. i wanted him to punish me for wearing such a revealing dress around him, i wanted him to not be able to contain himself around me.

matt and his two brothers chris and nick walked in through the door.

my breathing hitched. he looked so good.

rings covering his fingers, a chain around his neck that i loved to pull and that i broke way too many times.

“happy birthday!” nick chimed. i smiled at him, trying to not stare at his brother. “thank you nick, thank you both for coming!” my eyes skimmed past matt’s. i made eye contact with chris and smiled at him. he was sweet. “of course, where’s the restroom though?” “i’m gonna piss myself!” chris squealed. i laughed. “it’s over there to the right,” i pointed towards the back of the building. “thank you!” chris ran off. “is violet here?” nick asked. “yeah, she’s somewhere in the crowd of people.” “come find her with me!” nick dragged me by hand into the group of people.

“nick!” violet exclaimed, taking her arms off her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around nick. “how are you?” he asked pulling away. “i’m good!”

matt stood behind us. i could fill his presence. “i’m getting a drink nick, what do you want?” he mumbled. “dr pepper, you better buy the birthday girl a drink!” nick turned me around to look at matt.

matt stared down at me. i gulped. “what could you like birthday girl?” i could feel the dampness between my legs begin. “malibu and coke please.” he nodded his head before making his way over to the bar. he went straight up to tucker, my boyfriend. i tried to indulge in the conversation that violet and nick were having, i couldn’t. my eyes kept reverting back up to matt talking to tucker and i wanted to die.

matt came back with the drinks. his hand briefly touching off mine. “thanks.” i mumbled. “i’m going to find chris.” matt stated. “okay!” nick looked between me and violet.

i walked out of the restroom, well i was walking until my body clashed into something hard.

“what do you think your doing?” he growled. i looked at his arm, tattoos. matt.

“w-what do you mean,” i stuttered. “in that little slutty dress acting so innocent,” he closed the space between us making me back into the wall behind me. “i’m not innocent you know me well matt,” i batted my eyelashes. “stop!” he wrapped his hands around my neck, gently squeezing. “harder daddy,” i teased him, a smirk planted onto my face. matt’s hooded eyes stared down at me. “listen to me baby,” his grip got harder. “we’re gonna go out there and your going to tell everyone you don’t feel so good,” “your gonna go back to your apartment, strip naked for me and wait until i punish you okay?” his left hand soft caressed my face. i nodded my head. “okay good girl go!” he let go of me. as i walked away matt lightly slapped my ass making me turn back at scowl at him. he had a pretty smile on his face.

“happy birthday sweetie,” tucker wrapped his arms around my waist. i cringed at the pet name, was he my mom?

“thank you,” i gave him a fake smile. “i don’t feel so good sadly, im gonna have to head home, i have work tomorrow anyway,” i pulled away from his grip. “but it’s just my break now?” he furrowed his eyebrows. “im sorry, i’ll make it up to you.” that was a lie.

it wasn’t that late when i got home.

i slipped out of my dress into something more comfortable and layed on my couch until i heard that very familiar buzzer sound.

“i missed fucking you in my car,” matt pecked my lips. “well you get to fuck me in my bed, that’s even better.” i pecked his lips back. “come on, i have a surprise.” matt held his hand out.

i layed down on my bed, my eyes closed as matt told me to wait. my heart was beating fast, i didn’t know what to expect.

i opened my eyes. matt grabbed a tie from his jean pocket. “hands up,” he ordered. i nodded my head and quickly put my hands up for him. he roughly tied my hands against my head board. “this isn’t even the start baby,” he kissed me. i whimpered underneath him.

he left to find something in the kitchen.

i couldn’t see what he had but i could feel it.

a cold ice cube met my stomach. i gasped as matt ran it down my stomach. he guided it with his mouth, slowly meeting my thighs. a cry escaped me as matt moved the ice cube to my soaking sensitive flesh. he rubbed it over my clit. i didn’t know how it wasn’t melted already. i moaned as he made me even wetter. “please baby,” i managed to speak. “no i’m enjoying you like this,” he spoke from below me. i could barely look down at him from my arms being restrained. i put my head back, frustrated.

matt left again for the kitchen.

he came back with another piece of ice in his mouth, hovering over me.

this time he lowered the ice over my nipples making them suddenly get hard and point up. i tried to move for some friction but nothing was working. “matt-matt please, i’ll do anything,” i was now begging. he pulled away from me, dropping the ice cube down on the ground beside my bed.

“what should i start with first?” he scanned my body. “maaaaatttttttt!” i whined. “enough!” matt gritted his teeth. my eyes rolled into the back of my head, i was too overstimulated. my body was in so much pleasure.

matt began sucking on my soft pink nipples, slowly and softly, torturing me, going softly on purpose.

he made his way down to my soaking core, that was practically begging for him.

his middle finger coated in my juices as he pounded it into me. all i wanted was to grab him, which i couldn’t do.

“your so pretty baby,” “looking like this for me,” he positioned himself inbetween my thighs. he gave me a sweet innocent smile as he slowly ran his tongue between my folds making me scream. “i can’t do it.” i cried. the pleasure was too much, making my eyes water. “look at you,” matt pulled away from me. my juices all over his mouth and chin. “your such a mess already and i’m not even inside you.” he pulled my clit into his mouth.

matt kept my hands tied as he thrusted inside me.

he grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders, so he could get deeper inside me. we were both a moaning mess.

i came. matt came.

“fucking ride me.” matt undid the tie around my hands and flipped me over.

i did as i was told. i rode matt like the good girl i was for him. he grabbed onto my hips and pushed me deeper inside making me lose control of the pace i was in.

less than 24 hours later.

“i know right?” tuckers hand wrapped around my waist.

matt was sending him daggers from across the room, he wasn’t staring at me. he hadn’t looked at me all night.

“thanks for the ride matt!” tucker shook matt’s hand. “of course bro,” matt mumbled.

“you coming?” tucker asked. “i left my lip liner somewhere in here, i’ll meet you inside okay?” i lied straight through my teeth. “okay, don’t be too long.” he winked which made my stomach churn.

tucker was now no longer to be seen. matt pulled me towards him. “your my dirty little secret baby, not him,” “are you gonna fuck him tonight?” he grabbed my face. i shook my head. “even if i did, i would think of you,” i gave him the most innocent look possible. “of course you would,” “enjoy your come-less sex baby, i’ll see you on friday.” he pressed a rough kiss against my lips.

i backed away and he let go of my face. i whimpered. “what’s wrong?” he titled his head.

i looked down at my skirt that was rising at my thighs. “that’s it,” “your mine now tell him to fuck off.” he kissed me hard and grabbed my waist.

sorry about it being short! i love you <333

[yesimwriting]

MA'M I LOVE YOUR BEST FRIEND FELIX WRITINGS BUT MY JEALOUS AND SOFTY SHORT ASS CAN'T HANDLE IT 😭 IM HURTING MYSELF BUT IT HURTS SO GOOD, LIKE IF I WAS BEST FRIEND Y/N ID BE BAWLING MY EYES OUT AFTER SEEING HIM WITH ANOTHER GIRL LIKE- WHY IS ALL OF THIS SO CARDIGAN BY TS CODED-

a/n i love taylor and taylor related angst and i get the jealousy thing,, but i think the thing with bestfriend!felix is that he's so obvious about his priorities that by the time reader can register jealousy,, felix is already there

so here's a drabble

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Going out tonight wasn't your idea. A week of long lectures and even longer homework had drained you. But Felix wanted to...and you...You wanted to be around Felix.

Maybe Farleigh's comments about you following Felix around like a puppy aren't as exaggerated as they feel when you're sober. Ugh. The thought of Farleigh being right gives that pinch of irritation something to latch onto.

"They have those drinks you like." The voice is clear despite the base of the music that you can still hear from right outside the club. You turn your head away from the group of stragglers hanging around the outdoor bar. "Had. I got the last one."

You grin at Felix, any lingering angst not exactly evaporating into the cool night air, but the shift is enough to make the smile feel unforced. "Lucky."

He's finally within arm's reach, a fact that he takes advantage of immediately. Felix's palm settles against your shoulder, his thumb dragging across your skin. "Extremely." There's a fondness there that chips away at what's left of your irritation. "Here." You take the glass from him. "Sam almost tackled another bar tender to get the last of the simple syrup."

Ironically, the sip that's halfway down your throat seems to lose any hints of sweetness as soon as the words come out of Felix's mouth. You've met Sam, and while you don't dislike her, you're not sure the neutrality is mutual.

It's a fact you don't dwell. Sam's a bottle blonde bar tender who looks like she was born to walk around in low cut tank tops and cut off shorts. Not that her being pretty matters, but there's an edge to her beauty that implies an effortless coolness that doesn't usually meld with who you are. It's no one's fault. You think those types of girls are charming and fun in a way that's somehow even bolder than the friends that you consider wild. It's just never been a mutual admiration.

And Sam's been hanging around Felix a lot lately, showing up at parties, staying later than anyone else besides you. They've gone home together a few times. Felix hasn't said too much about that, but that doesn't indicate anything. You guys don't talk about that kind of stuff. Even best friends as close as you two have boundaries.

Not that it matters if Felix is with someone like Sam. She seems fun and pretty and bold and--the total opposite of you.

That hits you like a thumb jabbing into a bruise. Since when is Felix's constantly rotating door of flings a sore point? When he pawns you off on Farleigh--even when he's not in the mood for you--so he can have a moment in the employee bathroom.

"Y'okay?"

You nod, "Yeah." Felix's eyebrows pinch together, a barely there implication of concern that's almost ignorable beneath the poor lighting. "Everything's just kind of hitting me a little."

He nods, "Do you need to sit?" Felix's hold on your shoulder tightens. "Is that why you came outside?"

"Uh--no." The response feels flat. "I mean--yeah, I wanted some air, but I don't feel sick or anything."

He watches you openly for what feels like its own eternity. You're not sure what he's looking for, but you must not pass the inspection because he frowns. "Okay." As if to validate Felix's attempt at letting your mood go, you bring your glass back to your lips. "You know--if you're not feeling--if you want to go, you can tell me."

"I know." You do know that. Felix has always been good about listening, about wanting to make sure you're comfortable.

You take another sip of your drink. Of course Sam's good at mixing drinks. You can picture her tripping over herself, rushing to grab the nearly empty bottle of syrup and risking making an enemy of a coworker to avoid having to tell Felix no.

Felix takes a step forward, his hand sliding across your back so that his arm can settle around your shoulders. It's instinct to lean into the contact. He's warm in a way that rivals the buzz in your system. "When we do go, we're going to have to go out the back way."

You let your head rest against his side. "Why?"

"Don't think Sam's going to be going out of her way to get me drinks again."

You crane your neck to look up at him, "What? Why?"

His eyes meet yours, and then he's dropping his gaze to the floor. "You have become such a gossip."

A sound that's a combination between a scoff and a laugh tumbles past your lips. "Have not."

"You and Farleigh," Felix continues, "You two always need to ask, always need to have an opinion."

"Not true," you defend weakly, "If I was a gossip I'd talk about how slutty--"

You cut yourself off, regretting your phrasing as soon as the word is out. Felix pulls back slightly, mouth falling open in exaggerated offense. "You called me a slut?"

"No," you defend yourself through a laugh, "I was saying that you have been slutty." Felix raises his eyebrows at you. "It's different." Felix's eyes narrow in an attempt to offset the smile tugging at his lips. "It is."

"Yeah?" He leans forward with no warning, his lips pressing against your cheek. That kiss is followed by another. Again and again, each more affectionate and touchy than the last.

His lips brush against your jaw. "Fe-lix." It wants to be a warning, but the nervous giggle that breaks his name into two makes coming off as threatening impossible.

"What?" He hums, his lips finding your neck. "If I'm that slutty, we should have a go at it."

You laugh, ignoring the heat burning its way up your neck because it's just Felix. "There's a bathroom inside."

Felix stills before pulling away enough to look you in the eye. There's the faintest flush tinging his skin. You laugh again, this time the sound fuller. It's nice to see flashes of the softer side of Felix while out in the real world. Felix laughs with you.

You tilt your head, pressing a kiss against his cheek. "For you, I'd spring for a hotel room."

"Now I feel special."

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taglist; @vader-is-hot @spiritofbuddha @getosangie @freyafriggafrey @ilovehyperfixating @aryiannarae @willowpains @ker0senebunny

[itsmebytch001]

another one, Yandere dad Aaron sends Miles after Y/N after she sneaks out the house to go to a party, her punsiment in being trapped in her room with out internet, only miles and her dad.

Hello Me.

My Cousin As My Keeper-> Part One

Summary: Aaron inlists the help of Mile's to track you down after you sneak off to a party.

Warnings: Over bearing yandere family tingz.

You really thought you had made a good slip away, making it out the building and onto the streets with out your Dad hearing was quite the feet, so you ran down the pavment to the end of your road where you met your good friend Musa, and together to slid off into the club scene of New York with your brillantly made fake ID's.

Meanwhile, Your Dad Aaron had been chilling on the sofa when you slid off, if it weren't for the TV blaring he might made heard you. It was only when he called for you did he notice, you were being awafully quite.

Aaron: "Hey Y/N, you want some hot coco?"

...

odd, she's never asleep this time...

Aaron: "Ay, Y/n you want some coco or not?"

Still, nothing.

he approached your door cautiously, as if you would pounce out at him at any moment at him, he slowly turns the knob of the door, opening to reveal you asleep in bed, he gose to give you a shake, only to realise it's not you, its a damm pillow.

He then notices your window half open, maybe he should put bars on them.

He sighs to himself, pondering round your room before he calls you, he knows you aren't going to pick up beacuse what self preserving teen would?

Hi, Its Y/N Leave me a message

So he then texts Miles:

Meanwhile, Miles is at home, sitting by his drawing board throwing up some concept art, he hears a bing and gose to check his phone.

Uncle Aaron > Uncle Aaron: ay Miles you know were Y/N At? Miles: No is everying okay Uncle Aaron: she off again Miles: in her star girl era Uncle Aaron: what Miles: nothin Uncle Aaron: you think you could find her for me Miles: i guess Uncle Aaron: thx

Now Miles didn't really want to have to go out looking for you, or harass you over text to find you like he had done before, honestly he thought it best just to let you do your thing, but his uncle was so afraid of something happeing to you he would always conact Miles to find you.

And at this point, Miles was like a PI with the sole mission of finding you, and each time he did, at a party, a club or with a guy, espically with a guy he became more frustrated with you, running off for hours at a time, wasting his time to go out and find you.

Sometimes it felt like an attention game, like you would go off and do reckless things for your Dad's, Miles and your Aunt ad Uncle's attention, like going off with a guy you barley knew while drunk, or sleeping over at stranges house.

Sometimes it felt like hide n seek.

And to be honest, beacuse he always won, and I mean always, pulling you out that guys car by your hair, or breaking into that strangers house waking you up and pulling you back home, he kinda liked playing, as long as he got their in time before you actually did something stupid.

So the game begins.

He starts with the basics, calling you...

ring

ring

ring

Hi, its Y/N leave me a message

He dosen't bother texting, he know's you won't answer.

So he checks your snap maps.

Youv'e turned them off, youre getting better...

He checks your story, nothing.

He checks your streaks, also nothing.

So now he's getting into the complicated stuff, contacting youre friends.

Mile's was fond of some of your mates, but felt indiffrent to most.

You see for awhile, it was just you two, cousins raised as siblings against the world, but once you got to high school and drifted a bit, you made a whole group of girl friends and he was now a secondary person in youre life.

He knew ratinally it was wrong to be jealous of you having friends, but he felt like they took you away from your family, from him.

He began seeing after school hours, hanging out at youre house, or in a park or people watching, maybe even throwing up art with youre Dad.

Then it was only on weekends, usually Saturday where you would catch up on youre week.

And now, here you two are at 17, and he only ever see's you maybe twice a month? and of course Holidays but that was all.

That's not counting these stunts of yours, of course.

He opens up his contacts to try and fenesse some information out of them.

Musa (Y/N) > Miles: yo Musa, you at this party Musa: ...? Miles: The party with Y/N u with her Musa: soz no Miles: do u know where it is Musa: nope, but Ayesha probs will Miles: kk

Ayesha (Y/N) >

Miles: Ayesha u with Y/N

Read 4 mins ago

Miles:...?

Read 7 mins ago

He knew she was probablly ignoring him, she really didn't like Miles, thought he was over bearing and possesive for a cousin and called him out for it.

Miles: helllloooooooooooooo

Read 2 mins ago

She was a lost cause, so to the next one.

Flora (Y/N)>

Miles: Ay Flo u know where Y/N at? Flora: dont call me Flow my name is Flo-RA Miles: jeez just a nick name chill Miles: U know where Y/N at Flora: dont do that Miles: what Flora: give me a nick name like were friends Miles: it isn't that deep chill Flora: ugh

Flora aslo didn't like Miles, she just was to meek to say it.

next one...

Tecna (Y/N)> Miles: hey Tecna: I already know what u want, the asnwer is i'm not with her, i don't know where she is, but I know she went with Stella so she's safe. Miles: damm okay

God, Miles didn't like Stella, she always said she's look out for you at parties but never did, mainly beacuse she was to damm high to realise what ever was happening, sometimes she was so out of it he had to get her home as well as you.

Stella(Y/N) > Miles: Ay Stella Miles: Stelllaaaaaaaa Miles: Helloooooooooo Miles: STELLA

ugh, he'd have to call her, wouldn't he...

Ringing Stella (Y/N) Ring Ring Ring Hiiiii, Its Stella can't come to the phone right now but leave me a message!

He hated my whiny fucking voice, but if she didn't asnwer, who would?

Bloom!

But He knew Bloom also didn't like him, so he might have to lie to her just a bit.

Bloom(Y/N) Miles: Ay Bloom u know where this praty at? Bloom: and why would i tell you Miles: I got a voice message from Y/N sounded bad Bloom:...? Miles: Some guy being creepy Miles: she had obvs been drinking Miles: She wanted me to come pick her up but wont answer my calls Bloom: U sure she asked you to come pick her up? Miles: Yeah? Bloom: U sure this isn't just u being wierldy obessive over your cousin Bloom: like when u crahsed my praty a few weeks back Bloom: U broke into my house? Miles: listen i just wanna help her Miles: and i did not 'break into' your house, i didn't steal anything Bloom: U CAME IN MY WINDOW Miles: U LEFT IT OPEN Bloom: WHAT IS WRONG WITH U

What to say...What would be the right thing to say to get her to tell her where you were.

...

...

...

Ringing Bloom (Y/N) ring ring

Bloom: "...what?"

Miles: "Listen, I'm not trying to start anything with you or youre little girl group but my family is out there, drunk as hell and with Stella who we both know, has a problem"

He could sense the eye roll through the phone.

Miles: " And this guy who keeps coming onto her dosen't seem to be letting up, least that's what he said in her voice message"

Bloom: "Mile's, I am not an idiot, I know a lie when I hear it"

Miles: "Bloo-"

Bloom: " I know you want too look out for Y/N and that's fine, but were 17 she can do what she want's, but you always turn up and fuck things up"

Miles: "I don't fuck things up for her, I stop her from fucking up the way you, her friends should"

Bloom: " Maybe, Mile's you should let her make some mistakes, instead of tracking her down like a stalker"

She hangs up.

Miles: "Ughhhhhhhhh" he groans alone in his room.

There's a knock on the door.

Rio: "Mijo, you okay?"

Miles: "Yeah I'm Good, just stressed"

Rio: "Okay baby"

He taps his pen, again and again against the table.

...Brandon?

Brandon was the protective type, is Stella was at a party, he was there, looming over her like tree.

And they were mutuals on Snapchat.

He logs back on his phone and onto snapchat where he see's Brandon has his Snap maps on... and he sees you on Brandon's story, danicng on a damm table drunk, again.

He types the adress in his phone and begins to walk to the house in question.

Eventually he find's himself outside a tall block, the top floor was bright flashing lights, to he climbs the fire escape and slinks into the house, sourounded by his peers drinking, smoking or other he scans the room for you, or at least Stella since she should know where you are, in theroy.

And he did spot her.

Her bright blonde hair sitting on Brandon's lap, sipping on something. he walks up to her, and as soon as Stella see's him, she's rolling her eyes, and whipsers to Brandon.

Miles: "Ay Stella, You know where Y/N is?"

Stella: "Miles, what the hell is wrong with you?" She said clapping between each word.

My god she's dramatic

Stella leanded over to her boyfriend.

Stella: "this is the weird creepy cousin I told you about"

Miles: "Excuse me?"

Stella: "The one that keeps ruining all our fun"

Miles: "Stella I don't want to start anything with you, I just want to know where Y/N is, m,kay?"

Brandon stood up, he's only a few inches taller than Mile's but he notices.

Stella: "He's the guy to broke into Bloom's house and dragged Y/N like a crazy person"

He stand's between Stella and Miles.

Brandon: "I think you should go"

Miles: "I'm not trying to start anything, I just need to get my cousin and go"

Brandon: "Maybe she dosen't want to with you?" He says, stepping closer to Miles..

Miles: " i think you need to back off, kinda getting in my personal space"

Brandon: "And I think you need to leave"

Mile's know he can take him, he's spiderman for god's sake he could snap him, put he dosen't want to create problems.

Just as Brandon gets a bit too close to Miles, he feel's its about to happen...

Miles: "You need to back up" He says, putting his hands infront of him, palms open.

...

...

...

Y/N: "Mile's?" he looks over at you leaning over the door frame of a door, clearly drunk and maybe worse in a little black dress, holding a bottle of wine.

Miles: "Y/N?"

He rushes over to you, pushing past all the other party goers.

Miles: "You need to come with me"

Y/N: "Oh my GOD why can't you just leave me alone?" you slur, very drunk

Miles: "Your Dad sent me"

Y/N: "And youre just his lap dog?"

Miles: "Okay, come on now let's go"

Y/N: "No"

Miles: "come ON" He says, grabbing your wrist.

Y/N: "NO" You rip your hand from his.

Miles: "Y/N, I will call my Dad and have him shut this whole thing down unless you come with me, and everyone here will hate you, beacuse it will be your damm fault so lets go"

Defeated and blackmailed, you began to stumble out with him, sadly waving Stella goodbye and she swore off Miles.

Stella: "Youre a fucking werido Miles!"

Once outside, you are so drunk you flop onto the floor.

Miles: "Jesus Y/N, why do you do this?"

Y/N: "Just leave me here to die" You groan.

Miles: "Come on now, get up"

Y/N: "NOooooo, youv'e done it again"

Miles: "What?"

Y/N: "Ruined my night"

Miles: " Y/N I don't want to talk about this right now"

Y/N: "You are destorying my life!"

Miles: "What beacuse I wont just let you get drunk or high with your friends?"

Y/N: "Miles, if you had friends, you would do the same"

Miles: "No i wouldn't"

Y/N: "Why's that?"

Miles: "Beacuse i'm a selfish bitch just want's to drink, fry her brain and abaondon her family"

Y/N: "fuck you Miles"

Miles: "Get off the damm floor Y/N It's filthy"

Y/N: "I hate you"

Miles: "get off the fucking floor"

Y/N: "No"

Miles sighs to himself, before he starts to drag you by your feet.

He could carry you, but no.

Eventually when the hard pavement floor began to scrape away at your face, you pull yourself and and slowly walk with Mile's back home.

With every stumble and fall back Mile's is there to catch you, to pull you back up, as you lean your head onto his arm for support. And eventually when you two made it home, he helped you up the stairs and into the your bed, plopping you down as the alchohol took it's effect whisking you to sleep, he tucked you in as his Uncle Aaron emegred into your doorway.

Miles: " she's unconcious, no point to scould her now, wait till morning when she has a hangover"

Aaron: "She looks like a damm clown with all that makeup on" he mumrred before disapearing down the hall.

And he was right, he could your foundation on the pillow, your smuged gloss and masscara running down your face.

So he went off into your bath room to soak a makeup remover pad, and while you were alseep began to wipe away your makeup. He knew it was strange, but also knew your skin would be in a state if he didn't.

So he wiped off all the makeup, and really all he wanted to do was share the bed with you, stay up late and whipser to each other like you used to, before you two grew apart. But he knew it would upset you if you woke up next to him suddently.

He wondered if she'd remember this tonight, of it would be a black out like so many other nights.

He wished you good night, and left.

[suffarustuffaru]

im highly predictable and ive made yet another playlist i promise if you hear from me about a playlist again itll probably be another subaru one or something HAH

yeah so. anyway. theres arc 5+ spoilers in this if you listen carefully!!

notes under the cut as always.

the first three songs are the intro to his character in general - "don't forget" is his good intentions and loyalty for example. and also in general theres a good chunk of songs in this playlist with light and dark references (don't forget has "don't forget / i'm with you in the dark" which can be either seen as good or bad) and also a lot about duality, lying, or hidden depths as well (the stranger has "you are not the one you say you are" for example)

ottos character arc is also pretty bittersweet in general so i tried to choose at least some songs that fit that yeah. also a few repeats from my. other otto playlist. but i keep it to a minimum!!

the rezero ost song i included is the song that plays in the anime when we first learn ottos backstory!! it also marks the start of his whole childhood/past and such in the playlist

"sweden" and "sidelines": yes. i know i chose a minecraft song i stand by it. anyway these two songs are very like. quiet. mellow. calming. which doesnt fit ottos dp in the early part of his life but they fit his emotions more at this point id say. it gets that vibe across

also i know ballad of a homeschooled girl is an Interesting choice for this but like. i stand by it okay. its about how cringe fail ottos life is. his life is a series of terribly embarrassing events.

"shots" and "it's time": otto leaves his hometown

"sin triangle": the whole stuff with otto, marone, and the bandits happens!! also the lyric "two faced bitches never lie / and therefore i never lie" is so...........................

the songs following this song are about him getting into debt, him getting a little more wary, etc. "the hand that feeds" is a darker song for sure but its also a nod to the sheer amount of routes that have otto fall into slavery at this point in his life. also a good summary for the money / merchant ideals motifs.

the end of "any way the wind blows" to "you're on your own kid" mark arc 4 <3

"bird tutorial": this is a funny song to put in an otto playlist i think aljsdfls but i meant it as a nod to how hes being socialized (he now has a large group of friends that he lives with). also the transition into arc 4-5 timeskip.

"trouble is a friend": transition into arc 5, also a nod to ottos bad luck, could also see the "trouble" in this song as subaru as well

"consequences" to "canary in a coal mine": otto gets attacked by gluttony, injured as a result, and now hes stuck waiting for subaru <3

"this december": transition into arc 7+

"outrunning karma" and "friends.": i chose them as ending songs bc theyre so.... theyre like kind of innocent sounding but theyre Not Innocent. its a nod to the direction ottos arc is headed atm!!

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

And I'll Set You Free (One-Shot)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader x Chrissy Cunningham

Work Summary: Sequel to I'll Paint You Wings.

You and Eddie take Chrissy out to a gay bar, and she realises she wants more from both of you.

Friends-with-benefits to lovers.

Series Masterlist.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5548

Read on AO3.

Masterlists.

Taglist info.

Notes:

hello this has been bouncing around in my head for a while, hope you enjoy.

warnings for smut, underage drinking (all three characters are 18-20 years old), just a smidgen of insecurity/jealousy, little bit of anxiety, mentions of casual sex, all three characters are bi

Update: this is a series now.

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Chrissy looked cute with her hair down. She had traded in her cheerleader uniform for a pair of Daisy Dukes and a low cut vest-top. She took a sip of her cocktail and made a face.

It was Saturday night, and the three of you were at a gay bar about half an hour’s drive from Hawkins that you and Eddie had visited a couple of times before.

“Too strong?” you asked.

She shook her head. “Just kind of bitter.”

Technically, you needed to be 21 to be in this bar. Technically, none of you were. Fortunately, Eddie knew a guy who could make a fake ID on short notice. The same guy who had made yours and Eddie’s a while back.

Since the queer scene was pretty small in this area, there was a mix of men and women here, sitting and drinking, dancing and kissing, hooking up in the back rooms or at the motel across the street.

“You guys ready to split off?” asked Eddie. “There’s a lady over there who can’t take her eyes off you, Chris.” He nodded towards the end of the bar, where a tall, slim woman with dark hair was looking over at your group. Chrissy turned her head, catching the woman’s eye, and the woman gave her a flirtatious little wave.

Chrissy flushed pink. You knew that it wasn’t just her inexperience with women coming into play. She had slept with precisely three people in her life, and two of them were standing beside her right now. She’d never hooked up with a stranger before.

You nudged Chrissy’s shoulder. “Go talk to her.” She looked back at you, terror in her eyes. “It’ll be okay. We’re right here.”

“We can always come rescue you if you need us,” said Eddie.

She took a deep breath. “Right. Okay.” She downed the remainder of her drink, put her glass back on the bar, and then walked over to the woman.

“Look at that.” Eddie put his arm around your shoulders and squeezed. “Our little girl is all grown up.”

You slapped his chest with the back of your hand. “Gross.”

When Chrissy and Jason had broken up, she had confided in you and Eddie that she wanted to experience more of life. She wanted to sleep with women, and men, and whoever else she felt like. You and Eddie had promised to wingman for her.

So tonight, the three of you had a plan. You would all go to the bar, hook-up with someone if you wanted to, and watch each other’s backs. Eddie wasn’t drinking, so once you’d all had your fun, he would drive you both back to his place to stay the night.

Chrissy’s parents thought she was staying over at her friend Jess’. Jess had agreed to cover for her, as Chrissy had implied to her that she had a new secret boyfriend that her parents didn’t know about.

You supposed that that was half-true. What she actually had was two new secret friends-with-benefits.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Chrissy. She was sitting on a barstool, hands pressed nervously to her thighs. The dark-haired woman was leaning on the bar, saying things you couldn’t hear. You watched as a giggle escaped from Chrissy’s lips.

Your stomach twisted suddenly. It was like the ground had fallen out from under you, leaving you out on a ledge.

Relax.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.  

You didn’t have time to process what had just happened, because just then, Chrissy caught your eye. You gave her a questioning thumbs up, and she responded with a thumbs up of her own.

“Looks like we’re free to roam,” said Eddie, clapping a hand on your shoulder. When you took too long to respond, he looked at you sideways. “You okay?” His eyes darted from you to Chrissy and back.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” you said. You picked up your drink and started walking over to the dance floor. “Go have fun.”

It didn’t take long for Eddie to find a cute guy to flirt with. It never did. The guy in question was tall and muscular, and Eddie seemed to be finding any excuse to touch his biceps. Not that the guy seemed to mind.

You enjoyed watching Eddie from afar. He was so animated, talking and gesticulating so fast that it was a wonder the guy he was talking to could understand a word he was saying. He was at ease in this place, not afraid of being judged. You wanted that for him.

You spared a glance over at Chrissy. She was still talking to the dark-haired woman. She was clutching a different drink in her hand now.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing alone in a place like this?” came a smooth voice near your ear.

You turned to see a very attractive redheaded woman. She was wearing a black dress with a plunging neckline, accentuating her curves. You tucked some hair behind your ear and chuckled nervously.

“Waiting for you, of course,” you said. It was such a corny line that you had to stop yourself from visibly cringing.

“I’m Sophia,” she said. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Sophia was pretty, although not really what you’d call your ‘type’. But she seemed self-assured, and more importantly, interested in you. That was something you were still getting used to. You had never been the kind of girl that people had crushes on, but that didn’t matter here.

You weren’t a ‘freak’ to the people who frequented this bar. In fact, you fit in just fine.

Sophia didn’t seem to have much to say for herself. She seemed moderately interested in what you had to say, but you got the impression that it was all for show.

You had only been talking for a few minutes when she said, “Do you want to get a room?”

You hesitated. It wasn’t as if you were looking for a relationship. It also wasn’t as if you’d never done this before. But you weren’t entirely sure that Sophia was what you were looking for.

You opened your mouth to respond, but you heard someone say your name. You turned around.

Chrissy was standing behind you, wringing her hands nervously. Your eyes met hers. She looked on the verge of tears.

“Chrissy? What’s wrong?”

“I…” She glanced from you to Sophia and back, looking worried.

“This your girlfriend?” asked Sophia.

“No, we’re just friends,” you said. “Everything okay, Chris?”

She opened her mouth but no words came out. Her eyes were very shiny.

You turned back to Sophia. “I’m gonna have to take a rain check, sorry. Thanks for the drink.”

“It’s whatever.”

You took Chrissy by the hand and led her over to one of the booths in the corner, sheltered from view from most of the bar.

“What’s wrong?” you asked her again. “Did that woman say something to you? Or do something?” You felt anger flare inside you at the idea of anyone hurting Chrissy. She was so sweet and kind and deserved the world.

“No, no, nothing like that.” Chrissy shook her head. “I just… It’s embarrassing really.” She chuckled anxiously.

“Chrissy…” You squeezed her hand. She wasn’t looking at you. With her free hand, she wiped her eyes.

“Things were just… They were going okay, but… I thought about going off with that woman, and the idea was kind of terrifying. And I realised that I didn’t want this, but then I got embarrassed, because I dragged you and Eddie out here and I couldn’t even follow through.” She took a shaky breath and met your eyes. “And then I totally cockblocked you from getting with that girl. I’m sorry. I’ll just suck it up.”

She made as if to stand up, but you held fast to her hand. “I don’t care about that.” You pulled her over to you, until she was sitting in the seat beside you.

“She was really pretty, though.”

You shrugged. “Sure. But you’re really pretty too and I sleep with you all the time, so it’s not like I’m losing out.” Chrissy giggled, looking down at where your hands were joined. You watched her face carefully. She didn’t look at you, so you gently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, letting your fingertips linger across her cheek. Her skin felt so warm and smooth under your fingers. “Do you wanna stay here and try and get laid? Or would you rather go home?”

She put her hand on your thigh, and finally looked up into your eyes. “I wanna go home and try and get laid.”

You weren’t sure which of you moved first, but the next thing you knew, you were kissing. She was half in your lap, holding your face as you wrapped your arms around her waist, dragging her closer to you. Your stomach was alight with heat, every little breathy moan that slipped from Chrissy’s lips sending shivers down your spine.

“Let’s get out of here,” you said, nuzzling your nose against hers.

“What about Eddie?” You shifted in your seat so that you could look over at the dancefloor. Eddie was dancing with a guy, but not the same one from earlier. “I don’t wanna cockblock him too.”

“He won’t mind.” You encouraged Chrissy onto her feet so that you could stand up. As you did so, you became acutely aware of the wetness between your thighs. “And if he’s really determined to get off with this guy, he can just give us the keys and we can, uh… wait for him in the van.”

The meaning of your words was clear. With your hand on her lower back, you could feel Chrissy shiver slightly.

The two of you made your way over to the dancefloor. You had to separate a little bit to squeeze through the crowd, but you held tight to her hand.

When you reached Eddie, he was no longer dancing so much as wildly gesticulating at the guy he was talking to, who looked pretty bewildered. You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around.

“Eds, we’re gonna get out of here,” you said. The music was loud enough here that you had to lean in to be sure he could hear you. “We can just hang out in the van if you wanna stay, or-”

Eddie shook his head vigorously. “I’m not making you guys wait in the van. It’s cool.”

He didn’t even stop to say goodbye to the guy he was dancing with before leading the two of you out of the bar. When the cold night air hit your face, you let out a sigh of relief.

On Chrissy’s other side, Eddie threw an arm across her shoulders. “You have a good time, Chris?” Chrissy laughed awkwardly, staring down at her feet. Eddie stopped walking, effectively halting the two of you as well. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she insisted, unconvincingly. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Just realised that maybe casual sex with a stranger isn’t exactly what I want to do right now. And…” She looked up, glancing at you and then back to Eddie. “I guess I got a little overwhelmed in there. I’m sorry for ruining your night, guys.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” you said, at the same time as Eddie said, “how did you ruin our night?”

Chrissy shrugged. “I stopped you from getting laid.”

Eddie snorted. “Please. Did you see that guy? He was wearing flared jeans. Trust me, I’m not missing out on anything.”

Chrissy giggled. Your laugh caught in your throat. You squeezed her hand, and she squeezed yours back.

“Well, in any case…” Her voice dropped into a lower register. “I can make it up to you guys, right?”

“W-” Eddie planted one hand on the wall, leaning against it. “What did you have in mind?”

“Let’s go back to your place?” She smiled innocently at him. Your fingers tingled where they were linked with hers.

In his haste to get to the van, Eddie stumbled over his own feet, and then straightened up, pushing his hair back as if the move had been intentional. You couldn’t help but laugh.

The three of you squeezed into the front of the van together. Chrissy shuffled into your lap and put her arms around you. Your faces were very close together.

“Hey,” she murmured.

“Hey.”

And then she was kissing your neck. With the low hum of the van’s engine beneath you, you slid your hand down the front of her shorts.

“Fuck,” you heard Eddie whisper. You looked over to see his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel.

“Oh, poor Eddie,” you cooed, your hand playing with the hem of Chrissy’s panties. “He’s feeling all left out because he can’t play with us while he’s driving.”

“Fuck off.”

“I can help,” said Chrissy. She leant across the space in between you and pressed a hand to Eddie’s crotch. It was clear that he was painfully hard. He let out a deep groan. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“You’re gonna make me crash the van.”

“Then I suggest you pay attention to the road.” And with that, she undid the front of his jeans and pulled his cock out. He hissed as she wrapped a hand around it, and then dipped her head forward to take him into her mouth.

“Chrissy,” he groaned.

You meanwhile had pulled her shorts and panties halfway down her thighs to give you easier access. You slid two fingers into her, relishing the moan she let out.

You held onto her hip with one hand, keeping her in place as you pumped your fingers in and out of her. She was letting out those little breathless moans that made you feel like your skin was on fire. God you wanted her more than anything.

It was unfortunate that both your hands were occupied, because you were starting to get uncomfortably wet. You shifted your hips, trying to get any semblance of friction, but it wasn’t enough.

Chrissy ground back against your hand, fucking herself on your fingers.

“Good girl,” you muttered. “So good for me.”

The concentration on Eddie’s face was something to behold. It was clear that it was taking every ounce of his willpower not to pull over right now.

Chrissy’s rutting against you was getting more and more frenetic. You released her hip to play with her clit. She let out a gasping, high pitched moan, and Eddie swore loudly. She gripped him tight, her head sinking down as deep as possible to swallow every drop of his cum.

When he made a noise of discomfort, gently encouraging her away from his softening cock, she sat back into your lap again, this time sitting on your hand. Your ministrations didn’t stop.

You let her kiss you, deep and dirty, as you got her off with your fingers. She always sounded so pretty when she came. As she stuck her tongue down your throat, you could taste Eddie’s cum too.

She seemed far more relaxed when she pulled back to look you in the eyes. Her hair was dishevelled and her eyes were sparkling. She looked like she was about to say something, when Eddie suddenly swerved, pulling in to the trailer park.

You had been so distracted, you hadn’t even noticed that you were here. Chrissy laughed again. You put your wet fingers into your mouth, and her breath hitched. She watched, transfixed, as you licked her juices off your fingers.

Behind you, the door of the van opened, and then you felt Eddie’s hands on your waist.

“Come on, lovebirds,” he murmured into your ear. Chrissy slid off your lap and you let Eddie pull you outside.

As soon as your feet touched the ground, he pressed you against the side of the van, his chest to your back, and started kissing your ear. You shivered, leaning back into it.

“Coming home with two girls, Eds? Aren’t you worried about your neighbours thinking you’re some kind of degenerate?” you teased.

Eddie scoffed. “I’m sleeping with two hot girls. My neighbours probably think I’m like, the coolest guy ever.” He bit your earlobe.

“Let’s get inside before you cream your pants, okay hotstuff?”

He let out a dramatic sigh, but stepped away from you, pulling his keys out of his pocket. You turned around, and Chrissy sidled up to you, taking your hand.

“Hurry up, Eddie,” she giggled as he fumbled with his keys. “We’ve been neglecting our girl and I wanna start making up for it.”

Our girl.

You felt like your heart was beating double-time. As soon as Eddie got the door open, Chrissy dragged you behind her into the trailer.

The door closed behind you, and then her hands were all over you. Eddie hadn’t even turned on the lights yet. Her lips found yours in the dark. Your hands fumbled, grasping for her.

Eddie chuckled. “Alright ladies, let’s not push the boundaries of Wayne’s hospitality.” He patted Chrissy on the butt. “My room. Let’s go.”

Ten seconds later, you found yourself being pushed down onto Eddie’s bed. The mattress sank under your weight. Chrissy was on top you immediately, straddling your waist.

“Baby,” you mumbled, trying to slide your hands up under her shorts again, but she grabbed both of your wrists.

“Nuh-uh,” she said. “You already made me cum. I wanna even the scoreboard. Eddie, hold her.”

Eddie appeared above you, pinning your wrists to the mattress on either side of your head. He grinned at you upside down, his hair falling down into your face. You struggled feebly against his hold as Chrissy pulled off your shoes and socks.

“No fair.” You pouted.

“I know, right?” He leant in close to you. “You’re about to get railed and all I can do is watch? You’ve gotta at least let me see those tits, babe.”

“Fuck off,” you said, but you let him and Chrissy strip you of your shirt and bra.

“That’s more like it.” Eddie pinched your nipple, and squeezed one breast in each hand, feeling their weight.

“I told you to hold her,” said Chrissy, tugging down your jeans, leaving you only in your panties.

“Sorry, boss.” He pinned your wrists again.

“Not there.” She grabbed his hands and placed them on your thighs. “Here.”

At Chrissy’s instruction, he pulled your thighs up so that you were spread open, your knees almost to your ears.

“Much better.” Her fingertips teased at the waistband of your panties, making your stomach muscles twitch involuntarily. “I’m gonna make you feel good, baby.”

Delicately, she slid your panties to the side and swiped her fingers through your wetness.

“Fuck, you’re really turned on, huh?”

“Shut up,” you said, feeling yourself flush.

“What was it that made you wet like this? Was it fingering me in the car? Was it watching me suck Eddie’s cock?”

You squirmed uncomfortably, but Eddie held you still. “I’ve been turned on since we kissed at the club.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet.” Her knuckle brushed against your clit, just the barest sensation of pleasure, and you flopped back against the mattress.

“Don’t tease me,” you begged. “I was so nice to you in the van, wasn’t I?”

You watched the smile spread across her face. “You make a good point.” She dipped her head and kissed the wet patch on your panties. You were about to complain again when her tongue flicked out over your clit.

“Fuck.”

You looked up at Eddie, and found that you had a good view of his crotch right now. He was clearly hard, his cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

Since your hands were free, it was the easiest thing in the world to unhook the button and slide the zipper down.

As Chrissy pressed her face between your thighs, licking up your juices where they gathered around your vagina, and then swirling her tongue around your clit, you reached in and pulled out Eddie’s cock.

He swore quietly. You gripped his hips, encouraging his cock down towards your face. As he slid past your lips, you were filled with his taste, his scent, his musk, and the taste of Chrissy’s lip gloss. Not ten minutes ago, she had been sucking on his cock. The thought made you feel a little strange, but not in a bad way.

As a slender finger pushed inside you, you gasped, letting Eddie slide his cock in the rest of the way.

“Can I fuck your face?” he asked, and you hummed an affirmative. Your fingers dug into his thighs. “If it gets too much, just hit me, okay?” You hummed again, and he started to move.

Chrissy pushed another finger into you. She thrust them in and out, hitting that spot inside you that would’ve made you moan if you didn’t have a mouth full of Eddie’s cock.

It was a lot. The sensations. The feeling of skin on skin. The fact that you were being fucked from two directions. Pleasure was sparking in your gut like electricity, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Chrissy was a fast learner. It hadn’t taken her long at all to figure out what made you cum. Trapped here, unable to move because of their hands on you, you couldn’t run away from the pleasure that she was giving you.

Her hand came up to squeeze your breast as the other one fucked in and out of you. Her mouth was on your clit, tracing her name, and your name, and Eddie’s name, and whatever else she felt like.

Your back arched as the pleasure ripped through you, almost breaking Eddie’s hold on you, but he redoubled his grip. You moaned, oversensitive, and Chrissy rode your orgasm with her tongue.

When your legs began to shake, she finally let you go. You tapped on Eddie’s thigh and he pulled out of your mouth. You took in a deep, shuddering breath, collapsing back onto the bed.

“You okay, baby?” Eddie asked, stroking your hair out of your face. Your heart stuttered. Eddie rarely used pet names, and this level of tenderness was something new. He was still hard, his cock covered in your spit, but he seemed perfectly content to just stay like that.

“Never better.” Your voice came out a little croaky. Chrissy giggled. You felt her weight shift and then she was straddling you, her bare pussy pressed against your stomach. You weren’t sure when she had divested herself of the rest of her clothing, but you weren’t complaining.

“Is this okay?” she asked, pinning you to the bed with her body.

“Yeah.” You weren’t sure what she was doing, but she wasn’t touching your oversensitive pussy, which you were grateful for.

She leant forward and grasped Eddie’s cock, drawing a gasp out of him. You stared up in wonder as she took it into her mouth, directly above you.

She rocked forward and back, smearing her juices all over your stomach in the process, but you were transfixed watching her suck Eddie’s cock. She was close enough to you that her hair was falling in your face.

“Chrissy,” you groaned, clenching your thighs together. Your hands found her breasts, squeezing her pretty pink nipples. Eddie was pulling her hair now, fucking her face.

“Fuck, that’s so- You’re so-” You could tell that Eddie was close by the strain in his voice. Keeping one hand playing with Chrissy’s tits, you moved the other to fondle his balls, and he let out a high whine.

His breaths came out harsh and panting and he came down Chrissy’s throat for the second time this evening. She didn’t stop until he gently pushed her away, evidently relishing his little gasps of overstimulation.

When he pulled out of her mouth, she let out a little whine, grinding down against your stomach again.

“You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?” you teased, grasping her hips. “You want to cum?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “I want to cum.”

“Well, you can’t.” You squeezed her hips, stilling her movements. “Not yet. I want to try something. Get on your hands and knees.”

She whined again, but did as she was told. Eddie was kneeling on the bed, watching on with interest.

“Eds, where’s that box of stuff I gave you to look after?” you asked.

His eyes glinted with understanding. “Right here.” He reached down under the bed and pulled out a shoebox. Chrissy’s eyes followed his movements, her curiosity piqued.

She watched as you pulled out a large pink dildo and harness.

“I want to fuck you,” you said. “Is that okay?” She nodded vigorously, so you slipped into the harness, securing the dildo at the front of it. As you attempted to tighten it, you felt Eddie’s hands on the straps.

“I’m helping,” he insisted, although he seemed far more interested in feeling you up.

You knelt behind Chrissy, lining your big pink dildo up with her sodden pussy, and pressed against her.

“Ready?” you asked.

“Ready.” She sounded breathless.

You pushed into her, feeling her body tense. For a moment, you wondered if you’d hurt her, but then she let out a deep, desperate moan of pleasure.

“More. Please,” she begged.

And how could you say no to that?

You slid all the way inside her, until your hips were pressed against her ass. She looked so pretty like this, with her ass in the air, her hair a mess, her skin flushed.

You started moving, every thrust fucking a delicious little gasp out of her. The strap-on ground against your clit at the same time, sending sparks of pleasure up your body.

Your fingers curled into Chrissy’s hair, pulling her head back until she was gasping with mingled pain and pleasure.

You hesitated for a second, but then she said, “Don’t stop,” so you doubled down, tugging on her hair as she came apart underneath you. She did so love to have her hair pulled.

“Fuck that’s hot,” came Eddie’s voice in your ear. He pressed himself against you from behind, his fingers finding your pussy, wet and clenching around nothing. One hand curled around your neck, while the other penetrated you, fucking you in time with your own thrusts.

“Feels so good,” moaned Chrissy, so you pushed her head down, pressing her face into the mattress as you began to move faster. Eddie’s fingers matched your pace, his hand on your neck keeping you grounded.

Chrissy’s moans sped up, increasing in pitch. Your hips slammed against her ass, and you watched as the fat of her ass cheeks jiggled with the motion.

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” you cooed. “You’ve been so good tonight. Cum for me.”

That was all it took. She moaned, grinding back against your strap, toes curling. When her body finally stopped trembling, she fell forward, letting the dildo slip out of her.

She might’ve been done, but Eddie wasn’t done with you. He squeezed your neck a little, still bullying his fingers in and out of you.

Without the clitoral stimulation you were getting from fucking Chrissy, you could feel your orgasm slipping away. You slumped forward until the strap was pressed against the mattress. You kept grinding down against it, letting it press against your clit.

“Dirty little whore, fucking my mattress, is that it?” Eddie murmured in your ear. “So desperate that you’re spreading Chrissy’s cum all over my sheets.”

You couldn’t speak. You let out a moan instead.

“You’re my dirty little whore, aren’t you? You belong to me, and to Chrissy. You’re our whore.”

His words set a spark alight inside you. You thrust into the mattress harder. The pressure on your clit, Eddie’s words, his fingers inside you, his breath on your ear, his hand on your neck. Sensation bombarded you from every angle, and your back arched again as you came for the second time.

All of the strength seemed to go out of you. You were jelly. Eddie’s arms wrapped around your waist, lowering you carefully down onto the bed. His fingers tugged at the harness, releasing the straps and freeing you.

Chrissy was sitting up now, leaning back against the headboard. Boneless, you crawled towards her as best you could. She opened her arms to you.

“Hang on a second, ladies. You should both go pee. I don’t want you getting any UTIs,” said Eddie. He sounded strangely proud of himself.

“What do you know about UTIs?” You nuzzled into Chrissy, leaning your head against her chest.

“You’re the one who told me about them.” He poked you in the leg. “Come on, sweetheart.”

“But I wanna lie down.”

“I’ll go first,” said Chrissy. You groaned, but rolled over, letting her up. You buried your face into a pillow.

When Chrissy came back, she was wearing one of Eddie’s t-shirts. It fell to about halfway down her thighs. Her hair was scraped back into a messy ponytail, and as she crawled back into the bed, she smelled like lavender.

“Come on, babe,” she said, poking you in the arm. “Go pee.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to cuddle you uninterrupted.” She shook your shoulder, rocking your whole body backwards and forwards annoyingly.

“Okay, fine, fine.” You swore quietly as you rolled off the bed. “You’re both mean.”

When you returned from the bathroom, feeling slightly cleaner, and also very tired, Chrissy was laying with her head on Eddie’s chest. Your stomach did a little flip at the sight of them. You hovered in the doorway, feeling suddenly awkward.

“Hey,” said Eddie. He had clearly noticed your discomfort. He patted the bed beside him. “You wanna get in on this?”

“Of course I do.” There was a pile of clean(ish) laundry on the floor under his desk. You rifled through it until you found a large t-shirt and pair of Eddie’s boxers, and then you slipped them on. He was watching you with familiar smile as you did so.

The three of you arranged yourselves under the covers with Eddie in the middle, and you and Chrissy lying on either side of him. Your face was inches from hers. She took your hand.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey,” you whispered back, amused.

“Can I tell you guys a secret?”

“Sure,” you said, and Eddie grunted an affirmative.

“I don’t wanna sleep with strangers. I don’t want anything else. I just like being with you guys.” She looked nervous as she spoke. She often looked nervous. She reminded you of a bird flitting frenetically from branch to branch, staying just out of the claws of danger. Eddie’s big hand came up, stroking Chrissy’s hair.

“You know you have us whenever you want, Chris,” you said.

“I know. But what if I want more than that?”

You leant back so that you could look at her properly, as well as seeing Eddie’s reaction. He was staring at her with wide eyes.

“What do you mean?” he asked in a low voice.

“What if I don’t want just sex with you guys?” With one hand on Eddie’s chest, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. “What if I don’t want to just be friends with benefits? What if I want more?”

“More? Like-”

“Like a relationship. Like you be my boyfriend and my girlfriend. Like we go on dates and hold hands and kiss, and say fuck you to anyone who has a problem with that.”

A laugh bubbled up in your throat. You’d never heard Chrissy talk like this before. Your heart was hammering. She looked startled for a moment, like she was afraid you were mocking her, so you squeezed her hand.

“Chris, I want nothing more in the world than for you to be my girlfriend.” You looked down at Eddie. You took a deep breath. As much as you wanted this with Chrissy, Eddie was your best friend and had been for years. You loved him fervently, and the thought of losing him because you pushed too far, because you wanted something that he didn’t, terrified you. But he was staring back at you with affection in his big, dark eyes, so you took a leap of faith. “Eds, we’ve practically been dating for years in all but name. So I’m in if you are.”

“Are you kidding me?” Eddie sat up. “You think I’m gonna turn down the possibility of having two super hot girlfriends?” he scoffed, putting an arm around each of you. “Of course I’m in.”

Chrissy was grinning now. You loved her smile so much.

“Good,” she said, and leaned in to kiss Eddie on the lips. Before you’d had a chance to feel bereft, she turned to you, pressing her lips to yours. She tasted like a strange combination of booze and cum.

As soon as she leant back, Eddie was in your face, kissing you too. You cupped his cheek, feeling the scratch of stubble that was just starting to grow back.

When you pulled back, Chrissy was watching the two of you. Her eyes were bright with excitement. “I love you guys,” she whispered.

[milyz]

[ 12:04 am] ━━ Unexpected confession

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ hdc, holy shituh mila finally posted?! and yes.. it's mha.. BUT I MEAN WHY NOT?? enjoy now.

moon out, silvery hues illuminating and glistering on the surface of the water. y/n stood at the side of the river, late night baths are always something she looks forward too. Slowly she peels off her clothes exposing her body.

just this morning, class 3-A of UA arrived at a local mountain for a field trip and also for a research project. Each student are paired into groups of two, and y/n is paired with nejire. together from morning to night, the class did their respective researches, ending the day with some freshly baked fried meals.

from afar, Tamaki Amajiki's dark blue eyes gazed upon the sight of a certain classmate of his, gently laughing with her friends. he felt a smile forming at the sight of y/n. before reality hit and be shifts his gaze away. he adores her, if he could have the courage to confess, he would but he couldn't..

that night, he tossed and turned, groaning with frustration. the sounds of the birds, the tree's rustling with each other kept him awake. he decided to take a small walk around the area, he gets out from the tent, zipping back up the tent together. The night wind is a gentle caress, the subtle movement touching the skin with a soothing and calming effect.

The trees surrounding the area and you, you could only hear the sounds of the river, small waves crashing into each other. Soon, he saw a glimpse of someone, a girl showering herself in the river.

he thought his eyes were messing with him, thinking some sort of a ghost or a joke was all he was seeing before his eyes adjusting itself to the dark.

y/n's shiny and dark hair seems to absorb the darkness around it, giving it a liquid shadow. Her back straightens as she tilts her head back creating waves on her hair. Tamaki stood there absolutely spellbound by her, "woah" soon escapes his lips.

y/n shirked, as she immediately got startled by the hushed tone. She quickly rustled through her stuff grabbing her towel before running behind a bush. (She gotta skedaddle LOL)

"Sorry! Sorry!" Tamaki yelled out, he felt terrible for causing her distress. he rushed his way back to his tent completely hiding himself from y/n. After y/n finally able to catch a breath and slips on her clothes, she decided to go to his tent.

Tamaki was all huddled up under his sleeping bag as he tried sleeping it off before y/n zips open the tent exposing him. "hey" y/n gradually enters the tent.

His eyes gleamed at the sight of y/n, before he remembered back what happened. "y/n, I'm so sorry for interrupting you" his head tossed back in frustration.

"It's alright, I'm supposed to be the one apologising." y/n sat Infront of Tamaki, her arms wrapped around her knees as they tugged together. "wait why? no no--" he stutteres creating an awkward quarrel between him and y/n.

y/n giggles the more he tried defending her. "hey" y/n places her hand on his thigh, his face turns red and he gets flustered. "let's go outside and watch the stars maybe?" y/n smiles. how can somebody look so beautiful, her smile makes me feel complete, it makes me feel wanted. the thoughts ran through his mind.

all he could do was to nod, nod to anything y/n said and suggested. "really? I mean ya sure-.. Id like that because I- I like you you know and-" he paused. oh no he practically exposes himself to y/n, at that very moment.

the silence between them was loud, all they could do is to sit there together in silence before y/n burst into laughter, "really?" Her grip tightens on his thigh, Tamaki nods tenderly. "oh .. I mean, I guess i could say I have the same feelings for you too" y/n felt the sense of butterflies in her stomach as she confessed a long held secret to Tamaki.

xoxo, mila<3

half asleep rn, bout to mimimimi my way out

p.s, credits to Sen ifykyk her bc she wrote some parts 🕊️ ily senny 🫶🏻

[brokenjere]

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They did everything together, and in turn, I did everything with the boys. We walked back from the bus stop together when we were in middle school. Jeremiah always carried my backpack whenever I complained too much. Conrad always teased him for it, saying he couldn’t believe his little brother was already whipped for a girl at only twelve, but I think he just did it to shut me up and I think Conrad was just jealous no one loved him the way Jeremiah and I loved each other. 

My dad and Mr. Fisher were not nearly as close as our moms but sometimes they went golfing together and grabbed a beer. Dad would come stumbling home late at night smelling like cigars adn whisky. Sometimes when all seven of us would have dinner, they'd talk and laugh out on the back patios while they grilled or hovered around the TV talking about football. It all seemed like friendly banter, though. I don’t think they were actually friends. 

My dad and Mr. Fisher were not nearly as close as our moms but sometimes they went golfing together and grabbed a beer. Dad would come stumbling home late at night smelling like cigars adn whisky. Sometimes when all seven of us would have dinner, they'd talk and laugh out on the back patios while they grilled or hovered around the TV talking about football. It all seemed like friendly banter, though. I don’t think they were actually friends. 

I liked Mr. Fisher. Not as much as I liked Susannah but he's always been nice to me. I always wondered why he didn’t spend much time at the summer house but neither did Laurel’s husband. My dad always comes. He loves my mom more than anything. When I was fourteen, I asked my dad if he missed having Mr. Fisher around during the summer and all he said was, “why would I miss him when my best friend is here?” That’s when I realized I didn’t need a boyfriend or a big group of friends, as long as I had Jeremiah. 

That was the same year Jeremiah started to play football. He talked all summer about trying out for the team in the fall. I never understood how he could enjoy his summer when he was so focused on the future, but his eyes lit up when he talked about it so how could I not have let him?

We were freshmen in high school and Conrad was already the best player on the team. He spent that summer at a football camp with their dad. That’s all I remember. Conrad being gone, Belly moping, Jeremiah gushing. I don’t know what he did during football camp, but I know he came back stronger and tanner than he was before. 

Jeremiah spent most of that Fall on the bench. I went to every game, though. I sat with Susannah in the bleachers and cheered them both on all night long. Susannah was sick that year - diagnosed with breast cancer. She still came to every game though even if it was too cold. She bundled up with blankets and hats and I always brought her hot chocolate and the two of us were louder than anyone else in the audience, but at every break, I ran down the bleachers and talked to Jeremiah. He never had much to say but he always smiles when he saw me. I think sitting on the bench made him sad, especially when Conrad was on the field, getting praise from everyone including their dad. Mr. Fisher never said much to Jeremiah. He stood on the sideline, yelling at Conrad, cheering him on. He barely glanced at Jeremiah some nights. 

“Why are you even on the team if you don’t get to play and hate it?” I asked him one Friday night. I was on my bed, a magazine sprawled across the comforter. Jeremiah was sitting on the floor under the window he just climbed through. He was still a little sweaty, not showered yet from the game. He said just sitting there in the gear sometimes was hot enough. 

“My dad wanted me to,” he said. I looked at him. He had rosy cheeks and was looking down at his lip. “He wants me to be like Conrad. Maybe I’ll get more time next year.”    

  “Maybe,” I said. My parents never forced me to do anything I didn’t want to. Classes, sports, and after-school activities. Sometimes I wish that they did push a little harder. I was nothing except Jeremiah’s friend. He always told me that wasn’t true, though. 

“I don’t know why I do it, YN. My dad wants me to. He seemed so happy when I made the team. He seems so happy every Friday night.” I didn’t have the heart to tell him that he was smiling because Conrad won the game and not because he watched his youngest sit on the bench all night so instead I got off my bed and sat next to him on the floor. “I just want him to be proud of me like he is Conrad.” 

“He is proud of you. I’m sure of it,” I told him. I wasn’t sure of it. I wasn’t sure of anything at fourteen except that I wanted to make him feel better. 

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. He smelled like B.O but I didn't say anything. He held out his other hand in front of me, his pinky erect. I wrapped my own around it and he twisted our wrists, kissing my thumb and I kissed his back. “I hope so.” 

Mr. Fisher spent that entire fall training the boys. I felt like I didn’t see much of Jeremiah at all because he was always playing football with his dad and Conrad or at practice or sleeping because he was so tired. Susannah boasted about how proud she was of them and next year they’ll both be stars. 

The summer before our sophomore year, Jeremiah went with Conrad to football camp. It was only one month out of our three-month vacation, but it was half of our time in Cousins. He spent the Fourth of July with us that year, though. It was always everyone's favorite holiday. I made sure to feed him extra cake and keep him in the pool for a little bit longer than we intended because I couldn’t imagine how much I would miss him. 

The night before he left, we sat in the grass in my backyard and looked up at the stars. He was leaning back against his palms, the muscles that were slowly developing in his arms were protruding out and I couldn’t help but stare at them. “I’m sorry I have to go,” he told me. 

“Why are you sorry?” I asked, looking up at him. I was laying on my back, my hands were folded over my stomach and I started picking at the skin around my nails absentmindedly as soon as he started talking. 

“Because you’re gonna be here alone.”

“I have Belly and Steven,” I reminded him. Jeremiah chuckled a little bit and nodded his head before leaning forward and grabbing my hand. He entangled his fingers around mine and held them softly. 

“It’s not the same.” He was right, it was never the same when he wasn’t around. 

 I spent most of that summer with Belly, laying by the pool and tanning our legs. She was so excited to have a friend for the rest of the summer. She kept saying, “like a real friend, that can go shopping with me and stuff.” Which made me feel sad because I always thought Belly and I were real friends, but maybe Jeremiah was my Laurel and Belly was my Mary. 

We got close that summer, though. We spent nights in each other’s beds, staying up late and reading magazines and dirty books that we snuck from our mother’s rooms. That was the summer Belly told me she loved Conrad and I wish I would have told her I think I loved Jeremiah, but maybe it was just his new muscles. 

“Why do you love him?” I asked her. We were under the covers, cocooned in a fort of heavy-duty blankets and a flashlight shining so we could see each other’s faces. 

“How could you not? He’s so dreamy,” she gushed. “I like how his glasses sit on his face. Have you learned about infinity yet?” Conrad didn’t shut up about infinity when he learned about it. He talked about it for days and days and it felt like his obsession with it would last for infinity. I nodded my head and her smile grew, exposing her braces. “He taught me that. I think I’ll love him for infinity.” 

I don’t think I’ve ever hugged Jeremiah as hard as I did that fall when I came home. Mr. Fisher took the boys back to Boston after camp. I begged and begged Jere to come back to Cousins. To end summer with me, but his dad said no. He said he needed more time with his boys. Maybe if he was home, he’d have more time, I thought to myself but I never said it out loud. 

Mom barely had the car parked before I jumped out and ran down the driveway. Jeremiah was waiting for me on the porch, a bag of ice cream in his hand. He dropped it to open up his arms to me, catching me. I was running at full speed but somehow, crashing into his arms felt like resting my head on a pillow. You know, when you’re really tired and your eyes shut before you even hit it. 

“Whoa, there,” he chuckled. He spun me around before setting me back on my feet but I didn’t let go. I had my arms wrapped tight around his neck and I didn’t dare let go. Jeremiah didn’t fight it, either. He kept his arms wrapped around my waist and I inhaled the smell of sunscreen and ocean breeze shampoo. “You miss me?” He asked. 

I just nodded my head ferociously, not bothering to respond with words. There were no words for how much I missed him. It felt like we had never been apart for that long, which wasn’t true, but since we started going to Cousins over the summer, it kind of was the new normal. Jeremiah by my side all the time. 

“Tell me all about it,” I tell him as I pull away. He kept his hands on my hips and he squeezed twice before reaching down for the bag. 

“Over ice cream?” He tilted his head, already knowing the answer. “Mint chocolate chip, your favorite.” 

Sophomore year was my favorite year. Although I didn’t want to, my mom and Susannah convinced me to join the cheerleading squad. I partly said yes to make Susannah smile but the other part was because I could spend more time with Jeremiah during his football season. He was finally off the bench and playing for real and he was so good. I loved watching him play. Sometimes, my heart swelled at how proud I was of him. 

Susannah went into remission that year, too. Her chemo was finally finished and she was getting her energy back and I wanted to give her something. Something she’d be proud of me for. So I put on a stupid little skirt and cheered on the football players every Friday but I had to admit, my favorite part was getting to wear Jeremiah’s jersey during the day. 

It was normally a boyfriend and girlfriend tradition, but Jeremiah said he didn’t care. He wanted everyone to know I was his girl, even though we weren’t dating. “You’re mine, forever,” he said to me as he handed me the folded-up jersey. It smelled just like him and I wore it every week and the girls gawked at me and I could tell they were jealous but I didn’t care. Because Jeremiah was mine and I was his. 

The next morning, I feel like my head is going to explode. I don’t think I even drank that much and thankfully the cops delivered us to the Fisher’s house and Laurel answered the door. After scolding us, she told me she’d keep it a secret if I went home and straight to bed, so that’s what I did. 

My mom’s sitting at the kitchen counter when I come downstairs. It takes all my effort to smile at her. “Rough night?” She chuckles a bit as I sit down next to her. I grab her hot cup of coffee and drink from it. 

“Something like that,” I mumble. She smiles at me and smooths down my hair that’s still all tangled up from my sleep. 

“Your father is at the grocery store. If you want anything, text him. Me and the girls are going shopping later, fo you want to come?” She sounds hopeful and her eyes are wide. I used to always want to go shopping with my mom and Susannah. Girls’ days were always the best days. 

“Not today,” I tell her. The pounding behind my eyes is getting worse. “I don’t really feel that good.” Her face falls and I don’t know if it’s because I said I don’t feel good or if it’s because I’m not coming with but either way I feel guilty. 

“Then I better not see you with Jeremiah in the pool later,” she teases. “What are they up to today, anyway?” 

“I’m not sure. I haven’t heard them since last night. Conrad got really wasted,” I tell her. She sighs and shakes her head. 

“I wonder what’s gotten into him lately. You know Susannah knows about all the weed he’s smoking, right? Does he think he’s sneaky?” I shrug my shoulders and she pushes herself away from the counter, the squeaking from the chair making my head hurt. “What’s going on with him? He talks to you.” 

She seems so concerned, it’s hard for me to tell her, “I don’t know.” Lies. Lies. Lies. “He’s been weird since after Christman. Might be something with Mr. Fisher, you know he’s been gone a lot more lately.” That part is true and it comes out of my mouth a lot easier. I hate lying to her. It makes my throat dry. 

“Well, I hope he gets it together. For his mother’s sake.” I wonder what she means by that but before I can ask her, she tells me to go back upstairs and she’ll bring me my own cup of coffee and I do what I’m told. 

Jeremiah calls me after I’m curled up under the blankets. When I answer, I can hear the engine of the Jeep in the background. “How are you feeling?” He laughs. 

“I wasn’t that drunk,” I remind him. “Where are you going?” I ask. 

“Work,” he tells me. The country club. I nod even though he can’t see me. “You slammed those beers pretty fast.” 

“Yeah, well.” There’s a silence between us and I can hear his music faintly in the background. I bet his hair is a mess. A blonde mop on the top of his head. I want to run my fingers through his curls but I settle on speaking instead, “can I come see you later? At the country club?” 

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He sounds surprised that I asked but I can tell he’s smiling. “My lunch is at one if you want to come then?” I agree and he says, “God, I can’t wait.” 

Jeremiah talks the rest of his drive to work. He tells me how hungover Conrad was this morning and that he had to make him his “special hangover smoothie” which was always a good cure despite it not tasting that great. “I thought the man was dead on the couch.” 

“He was pretty wasted,” I comment. Your hair is like a little kid's, always so messy. “Do you think he even remembers it?” The fight. Belly. Belly. “How’s Belly? Does she have a black eye?”

“Conrad remembers everything when he drinks, you know that,” he says. “And Belly is good. She’s got a black eye but she’s a survivor. I think she spent the morning with Cam Cameron.” I tell him I’m going to go see her today and he tells me he thinks that’s a good idea. 

“Why did he get so mad at that guy?” I ask Jeremiah. 

“I don’t know. He’s been angrier lately. He’s not the same.” His voice matches mine. Quiet. Soft. Afraid to say something we can’t take back. 

“Has he heard from Aubrey?” Aubrey is Conrad’s ex-girlfriend. They dated most of his senior year and broke up right before spring break. I don’t know the whole story except they were too different and life is too hard. I don’t think that stuff really matters when you’re in love but I don’t think Conrad really loved her, either. 

“Not sure. I just got to work, so I’ll see you at 1?” Jeremiah asks on the other side of the phone. I tell him yes and he hangs up the phone, a gentle beep rings in my ear to tell me he’s gone.

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Group F Round 3

[image ID: the first image is of Gaap Goemon. his silver hair covers his entire face and body. he's wearing a long, blue coat with white trim, and a belt around his waist. he's holding a sword. the second image is of Granger, a girl with green eyes and short, wavy or curly black hair. in her hair is a red hat or ribbon. she's wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue overalls, and a green coat. end ID]

Gaap Goemon

a good boy who wants to make 100 allies. dope swordsman. has a silly little guy of his very own. and also sweet magic wind blades. [additional propaganda 1] [additional propaganda 2]

Granger

so granger is the main character of the indie game "NeverHome" Chapter one, which is only $1 on Steam, is called NeverHome: Hall of Apathy. if ur a fan of young protags being put in RPG maker horror games, then this is the game for you!! so granger is just that… she wakes up to find herself in a strange, hostile world. she, along with the friends she makes, must solve the various puzzles before them while creatures are out to kill them… and along the way they can uncover the secrets of these never ending halls… her dynamics with the cast is also super fun… each character gets their moment or moments with granger. and what's so cute is that there's unique art for each pair that highlights the fact you cant get through these halls alone!! she also has her own theme song!! here!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_vwtmIj5cw it's called cyclical tragedy AND HERE IS AN ANALYSIS OF THE THEME!! MUSIC THEORY!!! written by my good friend @HIEMIOLA "cyclical tragedy" embodies the protagonist, granger, through the music theory behind the track and ties itself back into the main track as well. to begin with an overview of the track, the key is D minor and hte time signature is 3/4. the piece begins with a broken minor third starting from the tonic. that is, it begins on the main note and moves along the main chord, D to F. the next set of notes are C to E, which is shifted down a step. the phrase repeats again, this time D to F, then G to E, which is an inverse movement from the original sequence. even in this first part, we could tell that the protagonist begins from square 1 with a simple pattern, then tries it again when it works. however, the inverse breaks that expectation of repetition, thus showing the diverse variations of solutions she comes up with using just the tools she has (the two notes moving in thirds). just like the game, she is given a handful of objects as well as a knife to defend herself and solve the mysteries of the world she exists in. with her creative uses of the items given to her, she continues on her way through the plot. we will keep moving. the melody begins. true to the title of the track, the melody cycles around the same beginning note, D, that she always returns to at her square 1. this is a nod to the save states she is allowed to keep to make sure that we the players don't lose the game, but it also references the health bar that appears as a circle around her avatar. the melody, mapped out, is also moving in an up-down wave movement across the sheet music. granger is creative with the knife she has and the quest items she obtains throughout the story, but she is not entirely reckless. rather, she knows when it is time to return to the safe rooms to rest. to time her returns requires skill because she must run to cover without being caught by varying her path so the enemies don't corner her as she tries to return to the room. most of the time, she is successful, shown through the consistent return to the beginning note. let's keep going. i would like to turn your attention to the main theme briefly. in the bass notes, you can hear arpeggios and outlined chords. this makes up the bulk of the accompaniment in the main game theme. [mod note: the rest of the essay, and some more propaganda, is continued under a cut because tumblr will not process more text than this in an indent. sorry to split it up, please continue below for the rest of the essay and additional propaganda!]

the third variation of granger's theme also has arpeggiated chords in the accompaniment while the melody features broken chords. at this stage, the pattern switches to eigth notes instead of the quarter notes at first. with greater movement and heightened senses, she runs throughout world and befriends other people, thus interacting further with the environment. while she isn't exactly someone we would call open, she is respectful to the people she first meets and has no problems with asking them for help when she needs it. because of her openness to working together, she speeds up her progress by asking for aid at obstacles that would be too difficult for her to overcome on her own, such as asking a teammate to break things, move things, or reach into smaller holes. fusing the main theme elements with her own theme marks this step as the inciting incident that sets her on the path to escape from this world. we'll continue.

continuing the same part, we hear some secondary fifths. i'm not entirely sure if this is what you call it, but it is a nod to the parallel key, D major. depending on what theory class you take, this could also be considered the other half of the key. i dont know how else to describe it, but i digress. these are glimpses to different dialogue options she could take, glimpses to a different key or a different ending. because this game only has one chapter ending so far, we are unsure of what other paths granger will end up in; we only know that there are certainly other endings she will experience, only to begin the cycle again when the save state is loaded for players to reach another ending. both A major and G major are chords that signify different choices that may lead her elsewhere only for her to return back to the tonic or main note, D. despite this, she keeps going, as will we.

at the midpoint of the track, we see a quick shift in patterns. instead of upward leaps in the notes, the melody falls in stepwise motion. true to the plot, this is another turning point of the game when she is forced to make a choice: continue or stop. after facing the spoiler event, her once determined personality is challenged as she struggles to keep herself and her team together. despite being the headstrong protagonist who spearheaded solutions, even now she finds herself doubting and taking smaller steps, smaller risks.

even after all of this, she rises to the challenge as the melody returns to its beginning sequence. true to a protagonist she gets up again despite the events that transpired and keeps her team moving in their lowest points. the thirds return as she finds more objects to solve more puzzles to open more rooms to save more friends. this repeating part of the track only solidifies her resolve as the piece ends with a broken chord in the main key, her key, of D minor. despite everything that transpired, she stayed true to herself."

the game is also so, so charming with the art, music, and story made by the same person… its so clearly loved and full of passion!! i love listening to the game's ost on occassion!! since it's all on youtube!

ok one last thing thing!! on may 8th, the game hit 100 downloads (on both steam and itch.io). you can see the creator of the game celebrate that with this lovely drawing of granger: https://twitter.com/NeverHome_Game/status/1655761270694633472

so at most, only a bit over 100 people have played the game… id like to say that makes it obscure!!

anyways granger and neverhome!! we love to see our protagonists put in horrific situations and isn't she super cute with a lil bow on her head? she is my daughter…

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(HELPP sorry bro gonna ask this blog instead mb 💀😭)

helloo can u classpect me pls (idk heo to do this 🔥) including a little bit of vent for the sake of classpects

basically i am reclusive, secretive, spacey, knowledgeable but not in an arrogant way, creative, pretty absent minded, and very awkward :]

my main interests include TMNT, MBTI, experimental music, psychology, and marine life. (probably says nothing)

i also like drawing but sometimes i get mad jealous over other ppls art

i also have a strong interest in leftism, anti-racism and anti-capitalism. idk what that says tho

i can get RLY obsessive about my interests and i will NOT shut up about whatever im hyperfixating on

i find it extremely difficult to grasp social cues, in other words i am socially inept

i can have a lot of trouble with empathy usually, not saying i have no empathy tho

no social life. 0. not even one (1) friend. offline or online.

if i had a social group tho i think id be the weird one who is very awkward and does not get jokes 😭

i like to consider both logic and emotions when making a decision, but i tend to value logic and rationality more sometimes

i have a tendency to stay up really late, like really late (it is 5 am as i am writing this

(idk of the text below counts as a vent or not but read idk)

ive always been really bad at explaining, wording, or identifying my own emotions, idk why but its just really hard to come up with words that can accurately describe how i feel, which is why im shit at venting

nvm i think im just bad at wording my own thoughts in general, it makes me feel kind of dumb, im just as bad at that on text too 😭😭 communicating is hell

(vent-ish thing is over)

supernatural stuff is pretty cool too idk

ive been told im dry and very monotonous in person 💀 like a robot n shit

i also dont like being wrong but not in an arrogant know-it-all asshole kinda way ❤

idk what else to put here.

Seer of Void

I'm not picking up any sign that you would *want* to be assigned a void player but I don't tell people what they want to hear.

- dissection -

‘ basically — :] ’ in this paragraph you list off some traits that could easily be associated with void

‘ i can RLY — tho ’ classpects aren't political stances and tho some classes and aspects are described as more devoted or revolutionary it doesn't specifically tilt it towards any view on these things. go girl give us nothing

‘ i find it — jokes ’ you're listing traits of autism, not something that could help me classpect you. However in all technicality "lacking" so many things can be written off as void

‘ i like to consider — on text too ’ okay, Dirk strider moment I guess, if you had only left this paragraph i would have given you prince of heart and left it at that

- dissection over -

why I think you're a seer of void

seers struggle to grasp their aspect at first, how it works and how they could relate to it escapes them, but once they learn it they're comfortable in it. you talk like youre rampaging to find fragments of a personality, sloppily putting paragraphs about yourself together, but if you were to take a step back and relax I think you'd be relieved and find comfort in the nothingness, and along with it the unlimited potential you'll master but.. baby steps

bonus round

i think there would be a destructive heart player and/or a mind player in your session, you seem torn between the two, I don't see this talked about amongst the classpecting population but I do think the aspects of the players in your session would affect you. with all my evidence of that coming from the kids and trolls sessions I mean the bond is just so clear

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Crush

Journal Entry #1

I couldn’t sleep other than the moment of shut eye i got while reading.. but thats nothing new, except..i started thinking about this girl, idk why she pops into my head from time to time, so i got to thinking about it. About why i kept thinking of her, why couldn’t i let her go like all the crushes i’d had before and after her? ..and i realized..a whole lot of things actually. It was in the way she looked at me, like she was interested in me, like she wanted to see what i’d do next. And whenever i caught her eye it made me smile, not that she was looking at me. But that she was seeing the things in me that nobody else was. How she always was looking when nobody else was. I’ll give you an example, me, our friends and her were all playing uno one time..when your in a group of people there are these little pockets, small moments where everyone elses attention is preoccupied with each other or something else that just happened or the tv or whatever. In these little moments you can say whatever you want, ANYTHING and no one will hear you, you can get away with some small things in these moments and i knew that. I’d experienced these moments my whole entire life..so i switched the uno pile around to the color that favored the hand i had. There i was flipping through the pile looking for the best card for me to put on top of the pile..but something was different, this little pocket of my own, someone had found it. i was being watched. I cant remember if she gasped or almost said “hey” or maybe even chuckled idk but i looked at her and she was looking at me with a smile on her face. I couldnt help but smile back. It was just me in her in this little moment, i changed the cards around to my liking..she never said a word about it to me or anyone. but that whole game i was smiling and so was she, and only we knew why.. even thinking about it now puts a smile on my long face.

There was this other time she came up to me and said “i know ___ will love this” and she showed me a video that just that day had me cracking up and laughing my ass off. But when she showed it to me, i had already seen it and i got all my giggles about it out. She seemed surprised that i didnt laugh as much as she thought i would. I wish i had told her how much it made me laugh before. That id already seen it. That she was right, that she knew me so well..i didnt of course i had my fake laugh i said thats great and walked away.

Il tell you two more stories these are a bit different..were in the laundry room of my best friends apartment complex. My main friend group is all there. My two best friends..and her. Oh god i really hope im not romanticizing all this just because im lonely. Why cant anything just be? Why must there always be the possibility that something isn’t real??..

Ok ok back to the story: Were all talking as we always did, the conversations were always amazing with these people..i dont regret a single monent i spent with them, but with her they were..especially interesting..i cant remember what the hell we were talking about at the time but..either her or i said something that the other two didnt get. But we got it, i remember the feeling. I was getting more and more excited the more i felt she understood, i got off the laundry machine. I thought nothing of it..i was so happy that someone could relate to what i was saying! Suddenly i was inches from her.. she was still seated at the laundry machine that just a moment ago was on the other side of the room. But suddenly, i was right infront of her..she was right infront of me. Silence. The other two looked on, i had almost forgot. She was dating my best friend. I think at that moment everyone knew that i had forgotten. The silence rang through me. I smiled my disappointed smile and went back to my laundry machine and sat down, from than on i tried my best not to look at her.

What would have happened if there was nothing that would have stopped me?..i think i would have just kept getting closer..

And now for the final memory. Me and my two best friends had this little clothing brand and we made all sorts of clothes. Shirts, hoodies, shorts..and one time we made these ski masks, they were a completely out there design, there was a zipper on the mouth piece , and some other stuff referencing traditional mafia/gang symbolism.. i didnt much care for it my self but i also didnt design it so i didnt care about it at all really..to be honest with you i thought it looked a bit ridiculous, i mean it was innovative but i could do without the gang references. Anyway shes dating one of my best friends at the time (i know i know, only the shittiest of friends start crushing on their best friends girl..but maybe thats what made it so great? We knew we were never gonna get together so we could love each other from afar, its the safest kind of love you can fall into. And its just as distant too..) so she hangs around us and our clothe making alot and we were just wrapping up, about to walk outside in the cold winter evening. I put my jacket on as i walk out the door and i turn back around to say something..and i see her right behind me with the ski mask on..haha i never imagined someone could look so cute in the stupid thing. I swooned like ive never swooned before haha ! I drooped my head on to the door enraptured by her very essence..i couldnt take my eyes off her..i felt my eyes water up. Just than she took the mask off and with the most innocent beautiful eyes she looked at me. She saw my love for her in that moment..one of those moments again, surrounded by people but it was just me and her. She looked at me like she was sorry, sorry that i had fallen in love with her.. it almost broke my heart than and there because i saw it all in her eyes..i snapped out of it quick : realizing how bare i’d been wearing my emotions i reverted to my distant self, the part that was easy to play, the one who could take over and and shoot the shit and never have to feel a thing. all while i sat in the passenger seat..just…screaming for me to do something other than the stupid things i’d do.

…Every now and again i long for her. But im afraid that it wont be the same. for you see, i am a coward with my emotions, i bury them, i drown them, i numb them, i run from them. But i never face them, and im afraid with no barrier between me and her..that she wont feel the same way..and what if it was all in my head? What if she looked at me that way because she was so sorry for me for having fallen in love with her because she knew she could never reciprocate? Not for me. I am unlovableUNLOVable

Oh god

Stupidstupid howcouldanyoneverloveyou? DumbstupidcowardwrongjerkassholestupididiotidiotIDIOTIDIOTIDIOT

She would have been-

She would have been..

Just stop. Just say hi..ask her how shes been, maybe she’ll be happy to hear from you…and if shes not than at least you know that this love does exist..you’ll find it, just dont give up on it. And above all, be brave

[cherrycola27]

SIREN'S SONG

Chapter 9: Geraldene , you're just a Homewrecker

Paring: Rooster x OC Captain Harper Ann "Siren" Mitchell

Warnings: Mentions of Ejection, injuries, cursing, drinking, self esteem issues, body insecurities. Jake "Hangman" Seresin... yes Hangman gets his own warning because he is fucking Hangman. Attempted Cheating. Allusion to smut. 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: This chapter is inspired by two songs "Geraldine" by Miranda Lambert and "Homewrecker" by Gretchen Wilson

"Harper I seriously own you one... you are saving my ass tonight. Ever since you graced the mic a few months ago karaoke night has been buzzing because people want to hear you sing and I cannot keep up by myself." Penny said pouring another drink for the sea of customers in front of her.

"Mom, you know I will always help you but people also come in to see the hot drunk Navy boys and girls sing as well." Harper teased back grabbing some empty glasses and a tip off the bar. "Hey Si, can we get another round?" Hangman asked pushing his way to the bar. "Sure thing Jake! Give me a sec!" She called back. The bar was especially busy tonight because it was karaoke night and because a new class of recruits had come in for Top Gun. Harper recognized a few faces from her class today and a few from Roosters amongst the sea of uniforms. She grabbed the beers for Jake to take back to her friends who were at their usual spot playing pool. Jake went to hand her his credit card to pay. Si put her hand out to stop him. "You're in luck Bagman. Dagger Squad drinks for free tonight... that was the deal I made with P for me working. That and I get to keep all my tips." Harper laughed. Hangman looked down at the drinks in Harper's hand and noticed something off.

"No ring tonight?" He asked gesturing to her naked left ring finger. "It's right here" Harper stated pulling out the chain her dog tags were on. Her engagement ring hanging on the chain too. "It means too much to me and Roos for me to wear it out around here. I would be crushed if anything happened to it." She replied tucking the chain back into her black tank top. "Alright no worries. Hey when do you sing?" He asked beginning to walk away "In about 20!" Harper yelled over the crowd as he took the beers to the group. Rooster looked over the bar and shot her a wink before racking the pool balls for another game.

As Harper was finishing up with another customer, a bleach bottle blonde came and sat at the bar. She was wearing some high heeled boots, and a very mini skirt. She had on a skin tight crop top, and a shade of red lipstick that Penny had once described as "truck stop princess red" when Harper asked what she meant by that Penny replied "every time I've seen a girl wear a red like that is because she is trying to get a man or at least free drinks. She's like a truck stop. You are happy to see her, but if you spend to much time with her she gets expensive. The woman's outfit didn't go unnoticed. She earned several wolf whistles walking to the bar.

Harper walked over to her and put on her nicest face. "Hey hon, what can I get for you?" She asked "Can get a Mojito please?" The woman drawled out in a southern twang that Harper could tell she was most definitely over exaggerating. "Sure thing sweetie be right back. Moments later Harper returned with the drink. "Thanks a bunch can I open a table please?" The blonde asked sliding Harper a credit card and an ID. "Sure thing.... Bethany" Harper said taking the cards from her and reading the girls name.

"So I haven't seen you here before what brings you to North Island?" Harper asks being polite. "Well I am here to train at Top Gun, and to try and win back an old flame of mine" the blonde replied looking around. "Oh yeah?" Harper replied. She decided to ask the woman a few more questions before letting on that she was a Top Gun instructor. Harper guess the woman must have been in Bradley's class because she hadn't seen her today.

"Have you worked here a while?" Bethany asked sipping her mojito. "Well my mom owns the place so I'm gonna say yes" Harper answered. "Perfect!" Bethany squealed. "So what can you tell me about Rooster Bradshaw? He is my instructor at Top Gun and I feel like it's fate because we kind of hooked up a few times about 2 years ago. He was great but I didn't want to be tied down and seeing him now made me regret ghosting him. God he is just so fucking handsome and we had so much fun. And now that I'm going to be here awhile I thought I would take this second chance to get my Bradley back." Bethany told Harper.

Harper bit her tongue and took a breath trying to not snap on the blonde. Maybe she didn't know she was speaking to Roosters fiancée... I mean she wasn't wearing her ring and they both weren't huge into social media... "Oh Honey, sorry to burst your bubble, but Rooster isn't on the market anymore. He has a fiancée." Harper said trying to play nice. "And I have a goldfish named Nelson" Bethany replied. "Huh?" Harper asked looking at her strangely.

"I just thought we were stating things that didn't matter." The blonde woman replied back nonchalantly. "Sweetie I'm not following." Harper pushed back. "I don't give two shits if Rooster has a fiancée. They aren't married yet, so that means he is still on the market in my mind. And if I know Roosie, once he sees me, he will be forgetting all about his 'fiancée'" Bethany said calmly. Harper was seeing red... how dare this woman... no girl come in here and be so disrespectful. Harper had half a mind to ring the bell and make her buy the next round. Before she could do anything, Bethany was jumping off her stool and running towards Rooster. Harper watched her while staring Daggers at the wanna be homewrecker. The blonde bounded up to Bradley and tapped him on the shoulder. He greeted her kindly, because that was just what he did. But when Bethany tried get her hands on him, he politely moved her away. Siren couldn't hear the conversation but she could see that Rooster was clearly telling the woman he was not interested. But that didn't stop her. Harper was just about to hop over the bar and drag this girl out by her extensions when Penny's voice broke her out of a trance.

"And up next the lovely Siren" Penny called out pointing to her. Harper came from around the bar. She grabbed her dogtags and quickly slid her engagement ring on her finger. She waded her way through the crowd but stopped when she felt a firm hand press to her shoulder. "Si... listen there's the chick and she's trying to get all handsy with Rooster and he is clearly not interested. Just say the word and I'll kill her." Harper looked at her best friend Phoenix finishing her speech. "Nix while I appreciate the fact that you would kill someone for me. I got this." Harper stated shooting her friend a wink and striding to the stage. As she was walking past the groups of people, Siren quickly lifted Roosters aviators out of his back pocket before taking the stage.

"How's everyone doing tonight?!" She called out taking the microphone. She was met by cheers and applause from the crowd. "Well I'm glad everyone is having a good time. So I have two songs for you today. And they both have sort of a theme to them. And there is a certain someone out there who I really hopes gets the message." Siren shot a wink to Phoenix before slipping Roosters sunglasses on.

Bethany who had moved closer to the stage looked at the woman about to sing... she knew she recognized those sun glasses but she she couldn't put her finger on where they came from.

The first notes of "Geraldine" by Miranda Lambert came on and Siren began to sing

"I could see you coming all the way from Amarillo

Truck stop red lips pullin' on some nicotine

Shining like the spoke on a brand new El Dorado

You're trailer park pretty, but you're never gonna be Jolene

Geraldene, Geraldene

Why you gotta make me mean

Don't make me cause a scene now, Geraldene

Geraldene, Geraldene

You get 'em all on their knees

But you can't take a man from me

Geraldene"

Harper continued to sing while shooting glances over at the blonde who was now attempting to get Rooster to dance with her. He looked up to his fiancée with apologetic eyes. Damn this girl really didn't get it. Harper finished her her song while the patrons of the bar cheered.

"Thanks yall, I was hoping to be subtle in the message I was trying to send to someone tonight, but I'm guessing I'm going to have to be a bit more direct. So..."

Hangman looked over to his girlfriend with a look of concern on his face. "Phe... is Harper going to do what I think she is about to do?" He asked. "Oh she is definitely about to tear this girl a new one for messing with Rooster. But the bitch deserves it. I mean Rooster has literally been running away from her all night and she won't take a hint. I told Si to get let me kill her but she wouldn't." Phoenix responded as Harper spoke again.

"Bethany, this one's for you." Harper finished as a new country song began to place. Jake and Tasha immediately recognized the tune of the Gretchen Wilson song " Homewrecker. " and it was clear that Bethany didn't know the song because she had a huge smile on her face until Harper began the first chorus. The blonde became visibly uncomfortable and because to look around as the members of the bar began to glance at her.

Harper made her way down the stage to the bar floor. She placed herself between Bethany and Rooster before singing the next verse

"I'm sure you waited for a long, long time

To find a man like mine

But honey you're too late" Harper sang while flaunting her engagement ring in the girls face.

"So before you go and make your move

Maybe me and you should get a few things straight

There's two ways we can do this..." Harper challenge the blonde.

"I'll let you decide

You can take it somewhere else or we can take it outside" Harper spat in the girls face. She then turned and flipped her pony tale.

Harper sang the next chorus... the whole bar was silent watching and watching for what was about to happen. At this point Bethany was about to head for the door, but Phoenix and Hangman blocked her exit.

Harper jumped back on the stage and began the last verse of the song

"Now honey I'm a Christian, But if you keep it up

I'm gonna go to kickin' your pretty little butt

Is that clear enough yeah?!"

Harper finished the song and the bar erupted on cheers. She came off the stage and wrapped her arms around Rooster. The then stuck her left hand out for Bethany to shake. " Sorry we haven't formally met dear. The name's Captain Harper "Siren" Mitchell... I'm Roosters fiancée and one of your Top Gun instructors." Harper cooed turning her head to the side daring the younger woman to say something. "I um... I think it would be best if I um left." Bethany stammered out as she stumbled over her own two feet. She couldn't run out of that bar fast enough.

"Babe... you probably traumatized her for life." Bradley said kissing Harper's cheek. "Well when the trollop sat down at the bar bragging about how she didn't care that you were engaged and that she could steal you away from me... well I had to protect what's mine." She shrugged.

"Darlin', you know you're the only woman for me right?" Rooster asked looking down at her. "Of course I know that baby, and now so does every other tag chaser around here too." Harper laughed. She moved over to the pool table with the group. About half an hour later her phone chimed.

"Holy Shit!" Harper shouted smacking the pool table. "What?" Several members of the friend group asked. "Dadmiral just text me.... apparently he just got word that Lt. Bethany Jackson has decided to voluntarily leave the Top Gun program due to personal issues sighting she is quote 'afraid of how intense the instructor is'..." Harper told the group. "Oh he just sent me another message "You wouldn't happen to be the instructor she's talking about would you?" She read out in a tone clearing mocking her father.

"Oh my God you basically bullied her out of the program" Payback howled with laughter. "What... if she couldn't handle me roasting her in here you really think she could have made it in the sky?" Harper shrugged slamming back a shot.

Before she could do anything else, Rooster was grabbing her hand and tugging her to the exit. When they reached her Jeep, Rooster spun her around and pressed her against the hood of the SUV. He grabbed her face and kissed her hard.

"What you did back there was so fucking hot... turned me so so much... wanted to take you right there in front of everyone." he breathed out while kissing her neck. "Well then," Siren began pulling back from him. "Why dont you take me home and show me just how much you want me Big Boy." She finished pressing her hands to his chest and biting her lower lip.

They had never left the Hard Deck so fast.

Hopefully everyone enjoyed this chapter!

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[lacimolela]

Duck 🐥🍼

I'll delete this after yaya @aisclosed finish reading this. (not proofread pls its pretty bad and rushed I just wanna have something for her when she wakes up like i promised <3) I always wanna write something like this non-idol!Jungwon x reader :>

“Ugh”, I sighed while slamming my head down on the table with a loud thud. Startled, Sunoo my friend slapped my back, the loud SMACK resulted in more eyes thrown at us. Lifting my head up to glare at him, he flashed me a sheepish smile while apologizing to the other students we bothered.

“Don’t look at me like that y/n, “ he said while rolling his eyes, “why did you even bang your head on the table in the first place, you’re such a drama queen y/n bla bla bla” he continued to yap. I tuned him out and looked outside of the window, exhaling a long breath as Sunoo’s voice faded into distance.

“Y/N! Are you even listening to me, HEY Y/N! OH MY GOD HI JUNGWON!”

“Ugh Sunoo what do you want. You know pretending that he is here won’t make me pay attention to … you.” My voice got smaller as I turned my head around. Oh heavens it’s really Yang Jungwon IN THE FLESH AND HE’S GREETING MY BEST FRIEND?  “Oh right, what were you trying to say y/n?” asked Sunoo coyly, knowing he finally got me.” “Uh nothing yeah I got to go drink some water brb bye Sunoo.” I said as I dashed out, heat rushing up my cheeks as I ran out of the classroom looking down.

The two boys were stunned as they looked at her silhouette. “hey Sunoo, isn’t this her drink?” Jungwon asked while picking up a weird duck looking tumbler.

“HAHAH naur way that dumbass, you keep it Jungwon, give it back to her when u find her, I gtg to my next class now HAHAH BYEEE.” That was his last words before disappearing out of Jungwon’s sight.

Holding the decomposing duck tumbler in one hand while regretting his life decisions, Jungwon sighed and kept the bottle in his bag, going home with a mission and a determined heart.

“SUNOO, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU OUTED ME LIKE THAT YOU RAT”, I lunged at Sunoo the moment he stepped into my house. And he had the audacity to laugh condescendingly “not my fault you didn’t listen to me while I was talking to you. DESERVED.”

“Well how on earth would I know you weren’t trolling me and HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW THE YANG JUNGWON. The most perfect, smart, cute, amazing, person to ever exist. Don’t even get started with my choice of adjectives, it was intentional.” I pre-fired his insults knowing he would comment on it.

“Girl, I am THE Kim Sunoo, if you had forgotten. Who do I NOT know would be a better question, but since your small brain is so curious, we’re actually in a band together, with the rest of his friend group – enhypen, “ retorted Sunoo with much sass.

“WAIT YANG JUNGWON IS IN THE BAND...with you,” enthusiasm went in the drain as I ponder on the sole fact that my BESTFRIEND Kim Sunoo would get to see my crush every day. “THAT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME SUNOO” I cried dramatically wiping my eyes on Sunoo’s clothes as I gripped his shoulders, shaking him back and forth.

“oOOoh MYYY GODD WOULD YOU PLEASE CUT IT OUT!” Sunoo rolled away from my grippers dramatically heaving while glaring at me. I rolled my eyes as he continued, “ why can’t you just confess to him, I heard he really likes confident girls.”

“Y/N?” Sunoo asked after hearing no response. “Should I? okay Sunoo ill confess to him if you buy me the cute plushy I showed you yesterday.” I suppose there is really nothing to lose, he’s not even in a building with me even if I get rejected it’ll be fine. “Bet, but only if you don’t come home crying and screaming,” answered Sunoo fast. “Okay deal, I’ll just make sure he can’t reject me.”

And that’s how I got into this predicament, masking my shaking hands with faux confidence, I cupped Jungwon’s chin gently to look at his shining, cat-like eyes that would be the death of me. “Jungwon-ah if I were to choose between silver and gold, id choose gold without the A in it (periodic table rizz).” Keeping my stare on him, I seek for any violent negative reaction but all I saw was his doe eyes widening even more, seemingly flustered by the randomness of the situation. Of course he’d be flustered, who wouldn’t when a random girl comes up to you dressing like an emo (but ate that fit up), grips your chin, and says a horrible gen z-fied random pick-up line.

Suddenly aware of the unwanted attention by other students as they blatantly form a circle around us and stare – HARD, I feel my cheeks heating up and so before anything else happens I grab Jungwon’s hand and led him out and away from the commotion, blushing even harder at the contact as I feel his warm, soft hands in my shaking ones.

Once I came into my senses and realize we’re walking to a dead end, I turned around to lead Jungwon to somewhere else when I bumped into his chest, now realizing the close proximity and the close distance between us. Scrambling backwards flustered and to not harass his personal space, I braved myself to look at Jungwon as I waited for him to say something – anything at this point.

Coming to the conclusion that he won’t say anything, I tried to justify my actions, “So uh, how’s the weather?” Then I heard the cutest sound ever, his giggles. Jungwon giggled putting a palm over his hand looking so unnecessarily cute I just want to bite him. “Can’t believe that’s the first thing you say after putting a show y/n, an extravagant one at that,” his honey voice rang through the small hallway as he leaned closer essentially invading my bubble of coherence.

I looked down avoiding his gaze as his closeness gets rid of any coherent thoughts and as if that wasn’t enough, I felt a soft gentle finger lifting my chin, forcing me to look ahead and meet his sparkling eyes. “Where’d that brave y/n go to hm? I thought she was going to ask me out when she dragged me all the way here not gonna lie, “ teased Jungwon with a smile, taking another step closer, essentially pinning me against the wall but still keeping his hands to himself. Ever the gentleman in such situations, I sighed dreamily in my head.

Mouth gaping and faux confidence out of the window, I blankly stared at him while trying to think of a response that wouldn’t potentially scare him away. Who knows what I would mutter out in such a state.

“Well Y/nie, I’d love to be the U in your Gold (Au) if you’d be the I in mine.” Jungwon said while putting a small smirk, his dimple popping out, all the while standing back straight, giving me the bubble of space I desperately needed after overexerting my poor fragile heart.

Trying to compose myself from his teasing, I willed myself to hang in there for a bit more. “So does that make us official, Jungwonie?” I made my move, smoothly sliding my empty hands in his, much better.

Intertwining his fingers around mine, he leaned in and placed a sweet peck on the tip of my nose. Pulling me closer to him and leading our way back to class, he said “Let’s go grab your duck tumbler, girlfriend.” “MY DUCK,” I exclaimed laughing, never had I known all this led from my impulsive and rash decisions. Running away, confessing, everything. Amidst my wandering thoughts I felt a warm kiss on my forehead, blood rushing up to my cheeks as I froze in place. Those same bright sparkly eyes came into my line of vision, crinkling every so slightly from his small giggles. Yang Jungwon you will be the death of me.

[harrysmimi]

Periwinkle: Chp 2

His Hoodie

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It was the next day of his hair appointment at YN's Salon, it was not so busy that day so he got special treatment and a hair cut from YN herself. He had to put all his trust in her as she was still a trainee and not a professional quite yet.

It was a Friday, the busiest day for YN at the Salon. He felt guilty as he was sat on his sofa hearing the phone ring going to her, the call almost went on voicemail when she answered.

"Hey-llo!" She said.

"Hey, YN I am sorry I'm disturbing you I-"

"Harry, I am sorry can you give me a second please?" She asked to which he hummed, the call went silent for a little while, "I am sorry about that Sandy was being annoying like always. What's up?"

"It's okay, I called to ask if you're free today? We can maybe hang out?" He asked.

"Oh," she sounded very taken back, "I, I have a very busy day but I can check if I can clock out early. Is there something special today?"

"Not really, it's fine if you're not free. It's just that I can't really go back home my mum's on a vacation with my step dad, my sister left yesterday. Thought we could you know... hang out." Harry explained.

"Oh yeah, that's totally fine with me." She agreed, "I'll text you an hour before I clock out, okay?"

"Yeah, see you." He truly felt happy to end that call. He just got dressed in a black hoodie and for a change, a pair dark washed skinny jeans.

It was finally when YN had texted him that she is waiting for him at the front of his building. They both had originally planned to go to this club so he was thinking they'd take a cab or something. He noticed YN rolled the window once she saw him.

"Get in looser we're going clubbing!" She exclaimed making him laugh. He hopped into the passenger seat. "Got your ID?"

"Yup!" He nodded.

He tried to be subtle taking a look at YN's outfit. She's got a pair of black knee boots, black denim shorts with a red lacy crop top with spaghetti straps.

Wow, she really must love spaghetti, eh?

Her outfit went very well with her faded red hair a bold red lip. There was a single tattoo on her body, two green veil intertwining into a shape of DNA with tiny purple flowers along the veil, perfect etched into her skin on the right side of her right wrist. It was very pretty, at least prettier than all of his random tattoos. He opted not to as for the meaning behind it in case it's too personal.

YN had actually cancelled her plans with her friends just so she can hang out with him. She had plans to go bar hopping with her friends and had it all figured out that the girls are going to be matching in red.

It was the colour of the day, representing love, anger, and lust. All the emotions individual of her friends were going through. She felt bad, but it wasn't like her friends seem to mind at all, the girls are very understanding and she didn't lie about why she cancelled. Also, it was her turn to be the mother of the group and not drink much or nothing at all as she was going to be driving.

"Where do you want to go?" He asked.

"To this new club called Peculiar, my friend said the bibe is amazing there!" She explained, "wait, you don't do any drugs like other college kids right? 'cause I do not condone that."

"No, I don't. I rarely drink," Harry explained, he doesn't condone that either.

"It's going be fun then, I won't be drinking as I've got to drive." She said.

For sure they're going to have fun, the vibe at the club was insane. Harry was smart enough to wear a button down under his hoodie just in case and it came handy as she stripped his hoodie before they went in. It was going to be a fun night!

.....................................................................

It wasn't a good idea!

No really, it wasn't a good idea to let alcohol take over her mind that way. He was drunk and she was drunk too. That doesn't give an excuse for them to sleep with each other last night.

Dhe blamed herself for starting it when they were both completely sober. But he played along too.

The loud music by Beyoncé, Single Ladies was booming through the speakers when they entered the club. It was Harry who had dragged her to the dance floor instead of going straight to the bar to grab him a drink.

"Don't you want anything to drink?" She asked being dragged by Harry.

"Nope, we can just enjoy sober, I don't want you to take care of my clingy and drunk ass," he leaned closer to her so she can hear him properly. It did not failed to pass chills down her spine.

"It's okay, you can if you want," she shrugged.

"Come on," he wasn't going to listen to her, was he now?

They danced away for the entire song making up their own moves and of course doing the iconic Single Ladies choreography. The songs shifts to more of Britney Spears' it was a very fun night.

Who's fault it was? Harry was the first one to rest his hands on her swaying hips, but is her wrapping her arms around his neck was any better? It wasn't that late as Harry had pulled her closer wrapping his own arms around her hips, dangerously close to her bum. Her fingers were tangled into hair on the back of his head, feeling the silkyness of the Keratin treatment he'd gotten yesterday.

"You're hair looks amazing, you're hair dresser must be a pro!" She bragged.

"Yeah, she's amazing!" He agreed making her giggling giving into her jokes and teasing throughout the night.

It was going to be too late as their mouths were mere inch apart YN had to abruptly pull away but grabbing his hand to cover up of her sudden action. She started heading towards the bar.

"I want a glass of water," she told him and he just followed her along. "Do you want to go mine we can get wasted there?" YN suggested.

"You've got a stash at yours?" Harry was surprised.

"Yeah, my Nani held a lot of those grown-up people parties there so she have these fancy wines and shit." She explained, "I was gonna go out with my friends but like it was my turn to be their mother and make sure everyone got home safely. But we kinda cancelled. I originally planned to go home and get wasted alone, it's very boring though."

"No you cancelled your plans?" He cooed feeling bad, "I'm sorry, you should have told me that!"

"It's fine," she sipped her water, "my offer still stands!"

"Fuck yeah," he agreed.

That was that. They were sat on her sofa binging random episodes Love Island on her laptop and bitching about random contestants, on their way to empty out a decently expensive looking bottles of top-shelf Vodka and Gin. Completely wasted with a rather—what Harry said— weird combination of alcohol.

"Why have I never watched it, the drama in this everything!" YN slurred on her words as she chugged down what was remaining in her glass. Lastly her laptop ran out of charge so their conversation shifted to his family. He went on and on about how amazing and cool his mum and sister are, which YN loved to hear about!

After all there was no family drama in his family unlike hers. Most of his talk she was busy taking his carefully crafted features. Most people her age habe been waiting to have their glow up, but this boy right in front of her looks like he's been carved and sculpted by God himself! Or is he a mythological god himself? Who knows, and who cares!

All she could focus was his deep, raspy and drunk voice bragging about his mum's Apple pie recipe which he promised to make her once. His mesmerising eyes were full of nothing but comfort. She had way too much alcohol in her system to make sense of her staring at him like that might not me the best move. He's just gotten out of a year long relationship. But can she resist the plus pink of his lips?

The tip of his nose bounced at the very slightest as he talked and smiled, dimples dented his cheeks pretty prominently. His mouth looked way too tempting making the urge to feel them on hers which was the first time, before she have been able to have a control over action if not her feelings. But she's borderline in love with him, would it be too much to say that? She didn't know really if you ask. She have saved herself by not asking him out and just admiring him from a distance not wanting to be someone's relationship wrecker.

She knew how it felt like to be cheated on, if for the fact Harry would have any intention to double date her keeping his girlfriend at the time a secret. He doesn't seem like that kind of guy, and she wasn't the type to come in between a completely healthy couple. Her not knowing he had a girlfriend would never be an excuse and disrespectful of the girl code she followed.

But he's broken up with her, right? She thinks he have broken up with her or why would he waste his time with her rather than be busy mending things with his girlfriend?

Was it wrong that she wanted to kiss him that bad that she didn't even notice she has been staring at his mouth the whole time?

She would never admit to anyone but she has been going through a lot after her Grandma's demise. It have taken a toll on her but since she can remember she have mastered the art of dealing with her shit on her own. Getting help for anything has never been a thing for her. Sandy— the manager at the Salon— have suggested her to join a Grief Support Groups but YN is rather a stubborn one. Talking about her loss made things worse for her, especially with strangers.

Harry is basically a stranger too. She feels rather comfortable with him than with her own friends dhe have known for over three to four years.

She was taken back when Harry just stopped talking and she felt his mouth on hers, but she pulled away. At least she have some sense of reality check!

"This is wrong Harry, you have a girlfriend." She managed to say before he kissed again. Gently his lips moved along with her. She felt the weight of his hands on either sides of her face as his thumb rubbed comforting pets on the apple of her cheeks.

"I've broken with her," he gave her the explanation but not a chance for her to say anything his lips were back on hers. Her skin warmed up under his touch, one his hand made his way down from her neck to, her shoulder to her waist to finally behind her thigh urging her get up on his lap.

There was guilt. A lot of guilt from YN's side. It was the lack of comfort in a gentle way taking control over her feelings and her actions, alcohol wasn't the only thing to blame here. Contact with him felt safe enough for her to just give in and devour the moment they have both gotten into. His hands on her butt were weirdly comfortable and so was his cologne.

In the matter of minutes Harry have drunkenly carried her to her bedroom. She was quick to follow his hands helping him unbutton his shit and throw it to the side. The amount of desperation was mutual.

"This okay?" He asked already tugging at the tie behind her back holding her top up.

"Mhmm," she nodded.

In a swift motion he pushed her back on the mattress hovering her form, his lips on her again as he managed to fot between in her thighs. His hand wandering down her bare skin of her back to her shorts tugging out the fabric of her top tucked in making her pull away giggling.

"Stop that tickles!"

He chuckled, "hey, are you really fine with this?"

"Yeah, I am," she nodded, "are you fine with this?"

"Yes I am," he assured her. In matter of minutes they both ended up in naked mess of a heap on fluff of her bedding.

"Wait, wait," he pecked her lips one last time before he pulled away, getting off from top of her he reached for his pants on the floor, he took out  silver packet from one of it's pocket.

"You came prepared?" She looked weirded out.

"I always keep one," he said, ripped the packet open with his teeth, rolling on the latex over his length.

"Wait, wait, give me a minute!" She sighed, a little nervous.

"What's the matter?" He asked, "have you, have you done this before, we don't have to if you don't want to?"

"Never slept with someone with a dick!" She exclaimed almost making him chuckle, "and you better fucking finish what you started."

"You are one interesting person Miss!" He sighed positioning himself back in between her thighs.

Most of the night was blur, what she remembered was Harry initiating the kiss, her both of them verbally consenting to each other. YN felt guilty for enjoying and wanting to cherish every second. She wished it was just a dream and nothing else.

It was very early in the morning, lied in her bed without the curtains being drawn filled the room with bright morning rays of sun. The discomfort of the sun woke her up with a feeling of arm draped over her from behind. The tattoo of a naked mermaid and soreness between her thighs was a true conformation of last night not being a wet dream. Soft exhales on her bare back was the sign that she is completely naked and so was he, with nothing but a duvet keeping them covered. Her trying to move away woke him up which wasn't her intention at all.

"Hey, mornin'," he rasped holding onto her tighter, a soft peck of his lips was pressed on the back of her neck before he gave her the opportunity to roll on her back. His arm was still wrapped over her waist.

He seems pretty aware of what actually happened last night...

"Are you okay love?" He was suddenly into alert seeing the upset and distressed look of guilt on her pretty face.

"I don't know. Do you remember what happened last night?" She asked.

"Yeah, pretty obviously, isn't it?" He glanced at both of them twisted in her bedsheets. She clutched the duvet over her chest.

"Don't be so casual about it Harry, you just got out a relationship!" She exclaimed, "this is not right."

He was silent for a moment before asking, "do you regret it?"

"I don't know, did you?" She countered.

"I didn't," well, that took him even split second to answer, "I didn't regret one thing."

"This isn't right, what am I, just a fucking rebound?" She felt disgusted. In herself mostly.

"No, no, god no!" Harry rushed, "no you're not!"

"You got over your girlfriend of one year this easily?" Her questions was harsh but very important.

He haven't. He was aware that it isn't possible to move on that quickly. Now he was the one feeling guilty. He sighed sitting up straight and grabbed the nearest clothing piece, his hoodie from the floor and gave it to her. The time he got whilst she pulled the stitched fabric over her head wasn't enough.

Harry looked at for a minute as she patiently waited for her answer.

Ten seconds...

Thirty seconds...

One whole minute, there was no answer which was enough burst the dam of her patience.

"Get dressed and get the fuck out Harry," is all she said before getting off her bed and barging into her bathroom. She slammed the door behind her.

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It was YN's day off which ended spending whilst curing her hang over. All she did was shower for an hour, had a ritual of skin care, napped on an empty stomach.

It was like one her many traumas after her girlfriend cheated on her. Now he said he broke up with her, which shouldn't be an excuse for him to move on that quickly. What if he changes his mind and goes back to her, he basically cheated. Plus she doesn't want to end up being a rebound given the fact that they've just because friends not that long ago but have known each other for longer.

When they both first met was when YN was helping her grandma move into the small flat next door to Harry. Her grandma did not wanted to stay in their paint house alone whilst she went back packing to Italy and France alone for about half a year. The place really held very good memories for both of them, her grandma was very a very sentimental person in a very good way. She loved her grand daughter!

Anyways, she doesn't want to be involved in a cheating scandal. She's got more on her plate to deal with behind the scenes.

She was just taking out her food she ordered for home delivery when her phone started ringing. It was of course Harry, not expected but it was not a surprise either. She just let it ring the first time trying to ignore it.

Yeah, she doesn't get to decide for him about how fast or slow it should take him to move on. But it did not made her feel any less guilty about it.

She had to pick it up the third time around as he wasn't going to give up calling her all night. He's an Aquarius after all!

"Hey YN, can we talk please?" He asked.

"Yeah," she sighed.

"Not, not on a phone call. Can we meet?" He suggested.

"Not now Harry, I've got a bad headache." She denied.

"I will leave immediately if you want, I just want to talk this out please," he requested. "I, I am headed over to yours, or we don't have to meet now if you're not okay with it."

"Okay fine," she agreed.

"Okay, okay," he rushed to end the end call before she could even say anything. Not even five minutes later he was knocking on her door, she has let him in.

For the first time Harry got to look at her place, it was massive and looked very luxurious! No doubt this is where her millionaire grandma spent her money on. The pent house was on top of s very fancy building as well. From the living room outside Harry swore he got a glimpse of a swimming pool there.

But what caught his attention was a wall of pictures frames of YN and her grandma, with a small cabinet underneath with more pictures, there were two picture frames kept face down. He opted not to lurk around and take in the beauty of the place she lived in. He's come to talk.

"What do you want to talk about exactly?" She asked taking her usual seat in front of her half eaten food but not eating anything.

"About last night," he answered, "look, I, I have answer to your questions you just did gave me enough—"

"Oh cut the bullshit, you went fucking silent I asked you that—"

"I didn't know what to say," he interrupted her earning a hard look from her for that, "I'm sorry, but I didn't wanted to hurt your feelings even more by rushing it."

"Why not? People say the truth when it's rushed," she said, "is that why you wanted you to be friends in first place?"

"No you're taking this wrong, please try to understand," Harry was sat on the edge of his seat by now, "I didn't wanted to be friends with you just so I could sleep with you. That was never my intention."

"I don't know what to say," she shrugged, "I'm, I'm sorry it's just... I don't know I'm sorry."

"No, no it's okay. I understand," it took everything in him to not reach out and grab her hand, he knows that he would want to then hug her. If he hugged her then he'd want to kiss her.

Harry has spent all his day laying in bed, thinking about what happened last night. Yeah he was drunk that doesn't give him the excuse to get to get away with this. She just wanted to be good friends, even adviced him something good. All she was doing was being nice to him. Did he took mixed signals? No, fuck no!

It was just his little infatuation with her that grew bigger after alcohol had the chance to seep into his system enough that he did not wanted to control his actions. Yeah that was that. He wouldn't say he didn't like one bit of what happened last night.

"Do you like..." He hesitated, "like regret anything about, about, about last night?"

"No!"

Okay that was quick!

"You?" She asked.

"No," he repeated her answer.

"Okay," she nodded.

Silence filling up the room was very awkward yet comfortable. None of them knew what to say or what to do. Both of them as confused as the other. Harry now agrees with what YN said, they're both as stupid as each other. And it wasn't a joke.

"Look, I really don't what your intentions are. I'm just going to make this clear you can take what you want and leave the rest." She started, "I seriously don't want to be involved in cheating situation. I don't care that you broke up with your girlfriend, you might want to get back with her or not. That's none my business, I don't want to end up being a rebound. That's all."

And part of that is, she tends to catch feelings very easily and she already likes him. A lot.

"You, you are not. We were both drunk and I don't think either of us would go that far if we were not," he said and already regretted but the look on her face of acceptance was relieving to him. "You're one of the nicest people I've been friends with and I don't want this and us sleeping together last night come in the way."

"Thank you," she acknowledged his compliment. Letting out a sigh and leaving things behind she leaned back on her seat, "that doesn't mean you'll get free hair cuts, Sandy will turn into Lucifer."

He giggled, "I go to business school, I know how to keep things professional."

"Clearly," she commented, sitting down on the rug in front of the coffee table, back to eating her dinner. She was hungry okay! She skipped her breakfast and lunch trying to cure her hang over and napping all day.

"What's your plan for tomorrow?" He asked.

"Going to dye my hair Periwinkle tomorrow, it's going to take all day. And probably get some work done for school." She explained.

"Red from Periwinkle?" He asked.

"Yup!" She nodded, "what are you doing?"

"Getting a new tattoo tomorrow. Other than that I don't know, my mum is on a vacation. My sister is visiting her boyfriend's parents, all my friends are back home." He shrugged.

"You should spend this time alone you know, it's nice to have some alone time too." She suggested, "I've seen you always have people around you which is not wrong. But you know going out alone for a movie, or like a walk. Get your nails done," she pointed at his chipped painted black nails. "It's very fun."

"Will try that. I just don't like to be alone," he sighed.

"Understandable," she nodded.

"What do you think I should do? What do you usually do?" He asked now curious wanting to spend his day alone like she suggested.

"I usually stay home, bake, or try out a new hair cut technique on my Ginnie pig maniquins." She chucked at her last sentence, "or I go swim in the pool or just nap all day."

"Baking sounds fun," he commented.

"It is!" She nodded stuffing her fave with food.

Harry sat there on his claimed place not wanting to leave. He absolutely hates being alone and didn't quite understand why.

For a year he contemplated getting a pet, a fog seemed to much work, an indoor cat seemed perfect. He did find one and adopted one, but he ended up sending her home with his mum as he couldn't seem to give the cat much of attention and care with his busy schedule and work load.

"What tattoo are you getting?" YN enquired.

"Oh, just a G and A on my shoulders for my sister and mum," he explained, "G for Gemma and A for Anne, my mum."

"Aw that's sweet!" She cooed, "you've got a load of tattoos how the fuck do you sit through them?"

"For most of these I was drunk," he looked down at his left arm.

"Are you kidding me? You're not supposed to drink before getting tattoos, how did tthe tattoo artist gave you tattoo like that?" She was shocked.

"Got most of these done when I was probably fifteen- sixteen, by those ally way tattoo artist." He smiled sheepishly sinking more into his seat, "my mum was mad but she got over it."

"Of course she would be," She rolled her eyes, "my grandma was mad too when I got mine, I surprised her on her 78th birthday with it." She put down the take out container and pulled up the sleeve of the hoodie to show him the tattoo he's already seen last night.

"It's very pretty," he commented, "what does it mean?"

"It's Nani and I's birthday flower, we share the same birthday by the way," she smiled, but it was very obvious that it made her sad, "but it grew on her and she got a small flower herself on her wrist to match and surprised me." She chuckled.

"That's sweet!" He chuckled, "I didn't know she was 78 though!"

"I know right, she always got that. People would say she looks to be in her early fifties." She explained, "she took pride in that!"

"As she should," he nodded, "she was really sweet, always invited me over for meals or gave little things she made. Especially sweets and snacks!"

"Yeah, she used to tell me about it." YN nodded, "she loved to cook!"

Harry noticed she was wearing the hoodie he left at her since morning— it was a present from Gemma with his name hand embroidered by herself on the left side in the front. She got awkward and pulled the sleeve back down where as he couldn't help the little smirk daring to put itself on display. For some twisted reason he liked the idea seeing her wear something that belonged to him, none of the people he have dated before have done that.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" She mumbled, "I'll return it to you tomorrow, washed."

"It's okay," he assured her.

"I, I, I have a similar one and I, uhhh— thought it was mine." She made a horrible half excuse. Well, she didn't felt like going through her closet with a blaring headache so she had put the hoodie back on. It was kind of an gross idea but when you have a massive hang over nothing seems gross.

"You have a hoodie with my name embroidered on it?" He smirked.

"It's a plain black hoodie, I didn't saw this!" She groaned defending herself.

"Sure," he nodded trying hold back his chuckle. "You look really cute in it."

She cleared her throat awkwardly, feeling her skin heat up. She picked up the empty take out container and rushed to the kitchen.

Harry regretted taking his paid vacation from work, at least he'd have something to do and pass his time but that was really no longer a regret after he made good friends with YN.

The upcoming semester would be the last one before he graduates with his master's and back to full-time desk job again.

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Chapter 2 Surrounded by boys

As I got older my mom met more people from our town. Tina being one of them who is still her best friend today. Our neighbors in our first house had a son Sams age named Cade. The two would play together while cades mom and my mom drank wine and smoked cigerattes. Sam and Cade rarely let me play with them because i would "destroy things" I always got yelled at for picking the flowers in Cades yard. HIs father was a florist and had the most beautiful flower in there yard. I would pretend there were fairies inside them but then i would pick them and eat the petals.

Eventually more boys entered the mix of "friends" I shared with my brother. Only being two years apart made it diffcult not to share friends. But all his friends were boys and I was too much of a loner to make any friends or the girls would call me mud girl. I did not know how to play like a "girl" this was pre woke times. When I did make friends they usually got weirded out because i would chop the heads off all the barbies and rip there hair out, sometimes even trying to put them on fire. I would give all the heads of the barbies to my brother letting him shoot them with his airsoft gun.

Tina and her late husband Anthony had two kids one being my age (Nick) and Anythony my brothers. Nick was somewhat of a cry baby. I would wrestle him make him race me and trip always resulting in him crying hysterically. Tina loves Nic more than anything and would rush to him. My mom was usually in her own world, a couple years after I was born is when my mom and dad started fighting. My mom would drink wine and complain about my dad or her mother. I didnt cry because I knew no one would hear them. Unlike Tina who would rush to Nick if he even whimpered.

My moms drinking and my dads inattentiviness resulted in me being a tough ass once I got to 1st grade. I didnt let anything bother me, I didnt like playing with that many other kids but then I met Yasmine.

Yasmine and I hated eachother at first of course just like any best friends would. I would squirt my juice box at her head but at the end of the day we were imediately attached. We played every day together even when everyone made a rumor that I spoke to squirrels outside and ate flowers (not rumors both were true). Everyone knew me as the weird girl who also should ot be fucked with who is in sped.

Id stick my tongue out at Nick which made him cry and my kindergarten teacher screamed at me. She lectured me about my behavior and how I was disruptive to the class. That conversation haunted me. I stayed quiet and shy not speaking to Nick or any of them. I played by myself writing stories in my head about far away places. I wanted to be on the ocean. a fairy or even the squirrels in the trees. I didnt want to be here on the playground bored.

My mom noticed one day while walking our dog Jojo that I was sitting alone during recess. She told my teacher and she informed my mom that its because I was "bullying" three other girls Arielle, Ava and Katherine. My momw was shocked because I was sweet at home. The teacher told my mom I wrote them apology cards and my mom got furious calling my father right away.

One thing I can say about my dad is he knows how to put up a fight. When he cares he REALLY cares. My dad knew I was being targetted because I was already labeled as the "sped weirdo" that he spoke to my teacher.

I told you my dads a fighter he got her demoted to being a computer teacher. Later on I meet MIchelle, a greasy blond girl who also loves fairies. We play and let Yasmine join, we become a group, these are my frist true friends.

Sped. Special ed, You can not say sped anymore. But for reference of the times which this takes place in 2006 we would call it sped. I was in sped. In kindergarten the teachers noticed how fidgety, talkative, expressive and inattentive I was that they said I had ADD. They took me out of my classroom with the only friend I made and I was put in a small room with a smelly teacher and two boys. Boys. I thought maybe they would get along with me since I relate to them more.

Andrew and Turlough become my new friends too since we are forced against are will to be together. Putting three kids who cant even sit for more than a minute in the same room is a terrible idea. We never got anything done and I had a strong hatred for my teacher. I was always polite but in my head id be cursing her out. I would tell my Aunt CC all of this when she picked me up.

"Can I live with you please" I asked my aunt a million times when she would pick me up.

"Maybe" she would smile deep down she would love for me to live with her.

She never asked why but we both knew. My parents fight got louder once I got into 4th grade. There fights were sometimes about me and that would make me feel bad. My dad was upset I wasnt able to do my homework or be caught up with anything. My mom thought I was fine and to leave me be. My mom and dad did not understand me the way CC did. CC let me be myself and in my own world she did not force me to go on playdates or sit with Nick while my mom and Tina drank. She let me play with her dogs in the dirt and mud. We would have ice tea and grilled cheese. Her house was my fantasy. I wanted to be her when I was older.

My brother was my mom favorite. My mom loved Sam I could not blame her. Sam as easy going, he was not a diffcult child. The worst thing he ever did as a kid was write relentless all over our playroom wall in sharpie. He had some anger but for the most part he was easy.

My on the other hand was a walking disaster. I didnt brush my hair, I hated eating, I hated watching TV I couldnt sit with my family for too long, I was horrible in school and I cursed and said innaproiate thing all day long to everyone besides my aunt and teachers. I grew up hearing my mom trash talk everyone of course I was going to have a mouth.

Yasmine and I reunited when we were in the same 4th grade class with Mrs. Hoy. Mrs. Hoy understood all of us she was the best teacher I ever had. Being in the same class as all my best friends was amazing. Yasmine, Andrew, Turlough, Nick and Matt who would become our new friend.

Yasmine and I did everything together and she had it hard as well. Yasmine parents would fight all the time too. Her mom also would get angry at times and take it out on her. Yasmine had the responsibility of her two younger siblings which she resented. Everytime we would go downtown they would come and we couldnt talk about our crushes or One Direction.