#but cause I decided to listen to my mom I packed and put it in the back 😭😭

[osakunt]

A new era has begun. Please meet osakunt.

I’m still going by as Yess. I’m still a girl, I’m still a she/her/ that bitch 🫣

The layout is staying the same but the theme is here lmao.

yesamu was the soft side but osakunt is here to show our nasty side…..even more (?)

[lecsainz]

OMGGGG!!!! 🩷🩵 Love your work! Can you do a Percy X (halfblood of your choice) reader and maybe affection headcannons? Like how he stares at you 24/7 and maybe him falling asleep on our shoulder and all that!!!!

BEAUTIFUL GIRL

parings: percy jackson x fem!reader

an: two weeks without a new episode, I can't take it anymore 😭😭😭

summary: the one where you and percy met at yancy academy, and what your relationship would be like.

( my last work for riodanverse || go to my main masterlist )

You met Percy at Yancy Academy, and well, you quickly became friends – best friends, to be precise, since your room was conveniently next to his.

When Grover arrived at the school, he became more than worried about finding two demigod kids together.

As you excelled in your studies – you LOVED studying – you decided to help Percy out. However, Percy always seemed too distracted, often catching him staring at you.

Percy looks at the notebook where you were scribbling math problems and realizes he hasn't paid attention to anything you were explaining for the past twenty minutes.

"So, um, how do you solve this math problem again?" He asks.

You point the pen at him with a stern expression. "Percy, we've been through this like ten times!"

Percy gazes at you with a mischievous smile on his lips because, by the gods, he finds you incredibly beautiful with the braid you decided to wear today.

"Sorry, got distracted. You look really nice today." Percy says, shrugging.

"Focus, Percy! We need to get through this." You roll your eyes, but your cheeks are flushed, and Percy still finds it adorable.

You throw the pen cap at Percy, lightly hitting him on the head when you realize he wasn't paying attention again.

"Ow! What was that for?" He puts his hand where the cap hit him and pretends to be in pain.

"For not paying attention! Now, let's get back to work." You stick out your tongue.

Laughing, Percy tries to throw the pen cap back at you, but you quickly dodge, and poor Grover ends up being the target.

You two became an inseparable duo, like shadows to each other, and constantly causing Grover massive headaches.

Percy would talk about you to his mom.

Percy hesitated for a moment before dialing the number. As his mother picked up on the other end, he launched into a torrent of words about you.

"Hey, Mom, you won't believe what happened today. So, there's this new girl, Y/N, and she's amazing. Seriously, she's the smartest person I know, and she's always helping me out with my studies. And she's got this incredible sense of humor. We're like a team, Mom, inseparable. I don't know how I'd get through the day without her."

Sally listened with a gentle smile on her face, recognizing the familiar signs of her son being captivated. She knew Percy well enough to notice the subtle shifts in his tone and enthusiasm.

"Percy, it sounds like you really enjoy spending time with this Y/N," Sally said, her voice warm and knowing.

"Yeah, Mom, it's like... I don't know. She's just different, you know? Everything feels better when she's around. I can't explain it."

Sally chuckled softly, recognizing the telltale signs of young love. "Percy, sweetheart, sounds like you might be developing feelings for this girl."

Percy stammered for a moment, realizing that his mother had caught on. "I, uh, Mom, we're just friends. Really good friends."

Sally's laughter echoed through the phone. "Alright, Percy. But remember, love has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it.”

When you first heard about blue food, you didn't believe Percy's words, leading to a heated argument. It all ended when Percy pulled out a pack of blue cookies from his backpack. To your surprise, they turned out to be the best cookies you'd ever tasted.

During one of your study sessions, Percy calling you a beautiful girl, and the nickname sticking because you blushed every time he called you that.

Percy only realized he liked you when they arrived at the camp and you wanted to help Percy defeat the Minotaur, but he wouldn't allow it because he had already lost his mother and couldn't bear to lose his girl.

He told Grover not to let you follow him and instructed him to take you safely to camp.

The air in the forest was thick with tension as Percy and you faced off against the looming figure of the Minotaur. Determination burned in your veins as you gripped your weapon tightly, ready to fight alongside Percy.

But before you could make a move, Percy's voice cut through the silence, firm and commanding. "Grover, take Y/N back to camp. Keep her safe," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your heart sank as you realized what he was saying. "Percy, I can help. We can fight this thing together," you protested, your voice trembling with emotion.

"I need you to stay safe, Y/N," Percy said, his tone unusually severe. "Grover will take you to camp. I can't lose you."

Tears welled up in your eyes, the raw emotion of the situation hitting you like a tidal wave. "I can't just stand by and do nothing while you face that monster alone."

Percy shook his head, a mixture of frustration and fear in his gaze. "Y/N. I can't risk losing you. Not after what happened to my mom."

A heavy silence settled between you two, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Percy cupped your face gently, his eyes searching yours. "I need you to trust me, okay? Grover will take care of you."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you nodded reluctantly. "Just promise me you'll be safe, Percy."

He gave you a solemn look before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "I promise. Now go with Grover. I'll find you after this is over."

Grover approached, his expression mirroring the somber mood. "We should go, Y/N."

After that, you swore to yourself that the next time you saw Percy, you would tell him you liked him. That seemed like the smartest thing to do.

As Percy stirred awake, his eyes met yours, and a small smile played on his lips. "Hey, beautiful girl," he greeted, a newfound warmth in his tone.

You blushed at the endearing nickname he had given you, but concern soon took over. "I thought I was going to lose you," you admitted, holding a small cup of ambrosia-infused nectar.

His expression softened, his hand reaching for yours. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

Relief washed over you, and you laughed, playfully nudging his shoulder. "Good. Because there's something I need to tell you."

Percy raised an eyebrow, curious. "What's that?"

He looked at you with curiosity, encouraging you to continue. With a deep breath, you confessed, "I... I really like you."

Percy's eyes lit up, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "You do?" he asked, as if surprised by the revelation.

You nodded, a shy smile gracing your lips. "Yeah, Percy, I really do."

"Well, beautiful girl, I think you're stuck with me now," he declared, a playful glint in his eyes. As you leaned in closer, he gently pulled you to lie beside him on the bed. When you rested your head against his chest, Percy winced in pain.

"Careful," he joked, "I just survived a Minotaur. Your head might be more dangerous than that."

You chuckled softly, and Percy couldn't help but smile despite the discomfort. "You know," he mused, "your laughter is my favorite sound in the whole world."

[violetsaffron5]

Beautiful Disaster (9)

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader

Satoru comes to visit and you share details from your past

words: 7.2k

cw: oral sex, slight face-fucking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie

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Last night, after getting home from shopping, you locked yourself away in your room, not bothering to come down for dinner or to speak with anyone the rest of the day.

You’ve laid in your bed, thinking about Satoru and all the times you’ve expressed your worries over Mei and how he’s dismissed them each time.

A few tears escape the corner of your eye as you stare at the ceiling, feeling betrayed. You’ve worked too hard on yourself over the last year to be in this position again, still surrounded by betrayal.

“I’m just asking that you put the toilet seat down when you’re finished.”

“No. You’re nagging like you always do.”

Closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, you grab your headphones off the nightstand next to your bed, put them on, and lay back on your bed, wishing you were literally anywhere but here. Your mother and her boyfriend have been constantly bickering.

“I wouldn’t have to nag if you did some little things around the house! I’m always picking up after you.”

“I do all of the shopping, on top of finishing my courses and internship. I think that allows me some wiggle room to forget to put the toilet seat down every now and again.”

Unfortunately, you’re still able to hear their muffled argument through the music playing, causing you to roll your eyes so hard you’re convinced they’ll get stuck in the back of your head. It’s like clockwork with them; the petty argument that starts is inevitably going to turn into something much, much bigger.

“It’s pretty convenient that all of these things you suddenly need to do are out of the house and away from me! Are you cheating on me?!”

Trilling your lips, you decide to roll out of bed, grab and bag and throw in a week's worth of clothes, along with any toiletries you’ll need until you head back to Tokyo Tech.

Your mother is about to throw a tantrum, you can tell, and depending on his answer will determine how bad it’s going to be. In any case, you can’t stand to be around this any longer.

Grabbing your phone, you stare at the contact list for several minutes trying to decide where you’d want to stay. Before yesterday you would have tried calling Satoru but that’s clearly not an option. He’s probably too busy gallivanting around Tokyo with his girlfriend anyway.

Your Aunt is probably your best bet right now. She’ll understand why you need to get away from the house and it’ll give you someone to talk to so you’re not dwelling on Satoru the rest of the beak.

“Are you fucking serious right now? You know all of the responsibilities I have. I’m trying to graduate and get a job right away so I can help support you and take care of the house!”

“Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were cheating. It’s how we met, isn’t it?”

This is certainly not a conversation you can manage listening to right now. Not after everything with Satoru. And it’s not one you care to relive, having heard it all last Winter break.

Memories of your freshman year quickly race through your mind of how last year you were stuck in your room, crying over a different boy who had broken your heart. How you’re doing the same thing this year.

You think of Satoru and all the nights the two of you spent together, talking about your futures, slowly breaking down each other’s walls. And how happy he looked yesterday, out and about with his family and Mei.

The thought makes your stomach churn.

After packing your belongings and making your way to the foyer, you chew on your bottom lip for a moment debating on interrupting their spat to tell your mom where you’re headed but decide against it. She’ll be pissed you left without saying anything, but you’ll text her later, or tomorrow morning, and your Aunt will likely help diffuse the situation as well.

It’s not like she’s really going to notice you’ve left since you spend the majority of your time at home in your room hiding away from everyone who lives here.

Her boyfriend had moved in over the break, which means there’s rarely a break from either of them. Before, your mom would either just leave, letting you assume she was out with him or he would stay over, but only for a day or two max.

But this last week has been constant; he’s here 24/7, moving in boxes and listening to their many, many disputes during that short time.

Throwing on your jacket, you open the front door and your breath is immediately whisked away.

Not from the brisk air that fills your lungs when you gasp, but rather from the sight of the white-haired man you’d been calling your boyfriend these last few months, walking up the steps of the front porch.

He looks up at the sound of the door squeaking, hands thrown in his pants pockets to protect them from the cold. He looks good, like always; hair as white as the snow on the ground, crystalline eyes shining at the sight of you, a wide grin spreading across his face.

You stand and stare at him, bile threatening to rise to your throat at the unexpected surprise, “How did you get my address?”

Discussing where you live was always as simple as him stating he lives in Tokyo and you in Kyoto. Never specifics about where let alone sharing addresses.

“Uh,” he chuckles awkwardly, scratching at his undercut, “talked Toji into giving it to me so I could surprise you.”

You nod slowly, rolling your eyes and huffing out a quiet “huh,” before making your way past him, down the front steps to the sidewalk.

Satoru knits his brows at your reaction. He was expecting something a little happier from you, maybe even some excitement since you haven’t really been able to talk the last week.

“Hey, you okay?” He asks, grabbing your elbow, and halting your movements.

“Fantastic. You saw me, you can go back home now.”

“I just got here. What did I already do that’s so wrong?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe ghosting me as soon as break started. Maybe going out shopping with Mei yesterday when I haven’t heard from you. Take your pick.”

Satoru clicks his tongue before pursing his lips, “You saw that, huh?”

“You’re unbelievable.” You’re pulling your arm from his grasp as you continue towards the sidewalk, heading towards the train station.

Satoru watches you for a moment before gliding next to you, easily able to catch up with his long legs, “I didn’t want to go shopping with her.”

You hum in annoyance, “I could tell you were absolutely devastated, which is probably why you haven’t bothered answering any of my calls and texts.”

“Hey, don’t be like that.” Satoru sighs, “I’m sorry for not reaching out more, I haven’t had time to. Yesterday and today are the only free days I’ve had.”

“And you chose to spend one with Mei.”

“My mom asked her to tag along, not me. I wanted you to come with us.”

You roll your eyes, “Right. Because you put in so much effort to ask.”

“I tried calling!”

“Once! No voicemail, no texts? Just stop lying to me already.”

Satoru runs his hands through his hair, brows furrowed in frustration, “Why do you always think I’m lying to you?!”

“Well, you have a history of being a slut, so it’s not out of the realm of possibilities.”

“Okay, but not with you. Can you just-” Satoru grabs your hand so you stop and turn to face him. “My dad has been making me work long days at the firm, says it’ll help me get into better law schools if I already have experience. I get home and I’m exhausted. I didn’t mean to make you feel neglected.”

He pulls you into his chest, wrapping his long arms around your shoulders, and setting his chin on the top of your head. Your forehead is pressed to his chest; he always smells so good, and you’ve missed the sweet scent of bergamot and honey.

“I wanted you to come out with us yesterday.” His voice is hushed as you press yourself closer to him, feeling the vibrations of his voice as he speaks, heart still heavy despite his words, “I didn’t realize my mom invited Mei until we were about to leave and she showed up at the house. I was pissed but had to put on a show for her. I missed you and I’m here now.”

You pull away and Satoru can see your contemplative expression, still unsure if you want him to be around, if you forgive him, “I just… I don’t know, Satoru.”

“Well, it’s a three-hour bullet train ride back to Tokyo, so you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

A smile threatens to tug at the corner of your lips so you look away because, of course, he’s not going to just leave. You knew that once you saw him. And he’s just happy to have some sort of positive reaction from you.

“I’m actually headed in that direction now.”

Pulling out your phone, you find your Aunt’s number, letting her know you’re headed over for the week and that you have an unexpected guest with you.

The train station is loud and crowded, people from all over coming through to go shopping or visit family.

There was a part of you that thought he would be annoyed, having traveled all the way to Kyoto, only to be there for a few minutes and then heading back towards Tokyo. But he looks like he’s having a great time, stopping at almost every stall to look at souvenir shops that have been set up along the walkways and in the underground.

“Why didn’t you drive?” You ask curiously as Satoru walks back, opening a small box of chocolates to share with you.

“That would have taken too long. Wanted to see you sooner rather than later, plus, I didn’t feel like driving. Want anything?” He asks, stopping at a pastry stand.

Satoru sees the way you’re staring at him; standoffish, weary and clearly not in the mood to have him around. But that’s okay, because he knows you’ll come around, even if it takes a few hours.

Trilling your lips, you make your way to the stand looking at all the crepes and shortcakes they have to offer.

You point to a few of them, telling the worker which ones you’d like before pointing to a few of the shortcakes, “these are my Aunts favorite.”

“We’ll take six of those, too.”

You laugh lightly, “with your sweet tooth, they’ll be gone before we get to her house.”

“Nah,” Satoru bumps his shoulders into your playfully, “that’s why I got extra.”

It takes a few hours by bullet train to get to Kawasaki City, and you’re quiet most of the way there, eventually falling asleep in your seat, resting your head on Satoru’s shoulder.

He missed you and really couldn’t get away to contact you, but he knows he should have put in more effort. At the very least a text in the morning or at night to check in.

But Satoru really doesn’t understand the big deal about Mei and why you’re so uncomfortable with her. They really are just friends, even if Mei is kind of a bitch from time to time. He’s used to having a different girl around his arm all the time but the fact that he’s trying with you should mean something, but it doesn’t seem good enough.

Your mood seems to have lightened when you arrive at your stop and wake up, gracing Satoru with a small smile before exiting the train. He walks with you, a hand at the small of your back as he leads you through the train station.

He’s never met the parents, or any other relative, of anyone he’s dated before, with the exception of Mei’s, but that’s because of family business rather than actually wanting to meet them.

He’s indifferent on meeting your Aunt, really just wanting to spend as much time with you as he can before he has to go back home.

Your Aunt Nagi’s house is small but clean, neat, and well-kept. She lives in one of the safer neighborhoods with her son, your cousin, Junpei.

“Hi, sweetie,” she greets with bright eyes when you walk through the threshold of the front door with Satoru in tow. She’s cleaning off several snacks and soda cans that have been left on the living room table, “Is this your friend?”

You nod, doing a simple introduction between the two before Satoru steps forward handing the bag of goodies to Nagi, “heard these were your favorites.”

Her eyes flicker between the two of you as she smiles, accepting the bag and looking at the contents inside, “these are perfect. I’ll save them for a special occasion.”

“Is Junpei here?” You question, leisurely walking around the house, looking at the various family photos hanging on the wall. Even though the space is small, Nagi has been able to give the space a very homey feel, filling it with family photos, mostly of Junpei.

One, in particular, catches your attention because you’re surprised to see Yuji in it. The photo has a young girl with orange hair yelling at Yuji, while Junpei laughs. There is also another kid, one with spiky black hair who appears to be annoyed.

“No. He’s staying the night with a few friends he met this year at school. They’re a great group of kids and they really hit it off.”

You hum, looking at several of the other photos. There are a few of you and Junpei playing when you were younger that you’ve never seen before. In your own home, the only photos of yourself are the ones you’ve hung in your room. Your mother doesn’t keep any family photos up, and you’re not sure she even has any.

Satoru makes his way into the living room, bending down by a rack of movies and checking out the collection. You know the stack well, mostly comedy and romance, Nagi’s movies. Junpei is more into B-movies but typically keeps those stashed away in his room.

“Satoru likes to watch cheesy horror movies. Thought maybe he and Junpei would hit it off, could talk about which ones they’ve seen.”

“We’ll see if he comes home. He may end up staying the week with his new friends. You know how he is.”

Nagi has always been the opposite of your own uptight, controlling mother. She’s the more relaxed of the two, trusts Junpei enough to let him run around on his own and make his own choices, hoping he’ll come to her when and if needed.

The last time you had seen your cousin, he was a loner, spending most of his time cooped up in his room watching movies. He’s always been quiet and shy but it’s nice to learn he’s made some friends during his freshman year of high school, especially since you’ve met Yuji, you know he’s in good hands.

“Now, Satoru,” Your Aunt calls into the living room. He looks up and gives a charming smile before walking over and placing his arm around your waist and a kiss on your temple, “are there any foods you don’t like or are allergic to?”

“Nope!”

“Liar. He eats like a tiny child.” Satoru pouts as you scold him before chuckling.

Satoru is great at making small talk, something you’re not quite as skilled in. He talks with Nagi about her work, and what she likes to do in her free time. He even asks a few questions about Junpei.

And just like everyone else who meets Satoru, you can tell she’s immediately charmed and impressed by him.

You’re not sure how you feel about him tagging along, and since you’re so close to Tokyo you wonder if he’ll end up going home tonight and relaxing before the weekend is over.

There hasn’t been much of an opportunity to sort out your feelings on seeing him with Mei yesterday, aside from your initial reaction. Your mother ended up following you back home after your abrupt announcement of wanting to head home.

Of course, the entire way back she complained about how you cut her shopping trip short and ruined the time she was trying to spend with you. Only to arrive back home and find her boyfriend there, spending the rest of the evening and morning listening to their incessant arguing.

During their conversation, you get up and check the fridge, finding several vegetables that need to be cut up for dinner, so you pull those out, along with a cutting board and sharp knife to chop them up.

“How are things with your mom?” Nagi asks, walking to the fridge and opening a beer before leaning on the counter as you wash the vegetables.

Your blood runs cold at the question. It’s not something you like talking about. You also can't help but wonder what Satoru would think about the things you have to say. He doesn’t really know anything about your relationship with her, or anything that’s happened in the past.

“The same as they always are,” you answer honestly, accidentally fumbling with the green onions and dropping a few of the smaller chopped pieces on the floor.

One thing that’s great about Nagi is she’ll never pressure you for more information than you’re ready to give. She’ll express her interest in a topic, but if you’re not ready to talk about it, she’ll let you come back to the discussion in your own time.

As you bend over to grab the green onion pieces, Nagi watches as Satoru’s eyes flicker across your frame, his eyes landing on your ass as you busy yourself with the task at hand.

He smiles slightly, when your shirt rides up slightly, showing the small of your back, laughing quietly as you fight with it to stay down as you finish picking up the onion off the floor. And he wonders if you’ve missed him half as much as he’s missed you, but his thoughts are cut short when he notices Nagi watching him with an amused expression.

Satoru flashes his brows while pursing his lips before clearing his throat, “I’ll take the trash out.”

From behind, you can hear Satoru messing with the trash, pulling the bag out, and making his way out the front door to dispose of it. You’d venture to guess he’s just giving you and your Aunt room to talk, free of his presence.

Once Satoru has made his way out the front door, Nagi asks, “So… is he your boyfriend?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” You reply quietly, “We’ve been together a few months.”

She nods, sitting at the dining table and sipping on her beer, “uh-oh, trouble in paradise?”

“No, no. Things are… great.”

“But?”

You sigh heavily, biting your lip, contemplating how to answer but decide it’s best to just go with honesty, “But he has this ex… he says they’re just friends, but I don’t know, she just always seems to be around. And I went shopping with Mom yesterday in Tokyo and saw him out with her. He says his Mom invited her but I’ve hardly heard from him all week and then all the sudden he’s out with Mei when I didn’t even have any idea they were going to be shopping, and-”

“Okay, okay. I get it,” She interrupts with wide eyes, prompting you to take a deep breath, “Are you sure you’re not looking too into it because of some trust issues from your ex? I mean it would be understandable if it was.”

“Maybe... I just, I don’t know, he’s got a reputation for getting around too. He says it’s not like that with me, but there’s a part of me that’s always wondering, you know?”

“Has he met your Mom?” Nagi asks as Satoru comes back through the door, giving a flirty grin when he sees you look back at him, giving a soft smile.

“God no, and I never want that to happen,” you zone out for a moment thinking about how disastrously bad it was last time your significant other met your mother, not paying attention to how hard you’re cutting the vegetables causing the knife to slip from your hand slicing one of your fingers, “Shit.”

Satoru is by your side in an instant, turning on the cold water so you can run your finger through it, trying to help stop the bleeding.

“There are some bandaids in the bathroom. Satoru and I can handle cleaning up and finishing dinner.”

He kisses your temple before you grab your finger, walking off to the bathroom to disinfect and put a bandage on the cut. While turning the cold water to hot and letting it warm up so he can clean the knife, Nagi grabs a new one to finish cutting the remaining vegetables. She instructs Satoru where to find a pot and to bring some broth to a boil so she can throw the vegetables in.

“Guys like you,” Nagi starts when she hears the door to the bathroom click shut, finishing the last of her beer, “are always trouble.”

Satoru stops stirring the broth, furrowing his brows, looking at Nagi who is watching him from the corner of her eye as she gathers the vegetables to put them in the pot.

He’s aware he’s lacking, isn’t necessarily the greatest boyfriend of all time. He is trying, and he thinks you know that, but he also can’t help but wonder what you’ve said about him.

“I don’t think you know much about me.”

“That’s probably true,” she’s grabbing another can from the fridge, opening it with a satisfying crack before sitting at the dining table again, hand on her chin as she smiles at Satoru, “but I’ve been with plenty like you.”

“And what kind of guy is that?” Satoru questions, turning his back to the counter, and folding his arms over his chest.

“Pretty, and they know it,” Satoru smirks quickly flashing his brows, “terrible at maintaining relationships, goes through girls quickly. If you’re serious about her, try not to hurt her. She’s been through enough.”

You haven’t really opened up to Satoru about your past, really avoiding any conversation that has to do with your family. He’s aware there hasn’t been a lot of focus on who the two of you are outside of your relationship with one another.

He’s just assumed you were someone who liked to live in the present, that’s how it’s always seemed to him. But now Nagi has piqued his interest and he wants to know why that is.

“What do you mean?”

Nagi sighs, “She’ll tell you when she’s ready.”

The door to the bathroom opens, and Satoru looks up giving you a boyish, lopsided grin, “I am serious about her. Don’t worry.”

Nagi finishes cooking dinner while Satoru checks on you and your finger, playfully kissing it several times to make it feel better. 

During dinner, you and Nagi swap stories about your childhood, some funny, some incredibly embarrassing. Like when she got pregnant with Junpei and you thought you could get pregnant by sharing a bottle of water with someone, so you refused to drink after anyone for years.

Satoru listens, watching as you animatedly tell story after story, laughing and joking with your Aunt until dinner is over. After, you show Satoru where the spare room is and get it ready for him while he cleans up dinner.

Nagi, on the other hand, laughs and stumbles her way to her bedroom from drinking a little too much, bidding the two of you goodnight.

What Nagi said is still on Satoru’s mind. He needs to know what happened in your past, regardless of if she thinks you’ll tell him when you’re ready.

There’s also been another question he’s had since walking up the steps to your house this morning.

“Who was that guy in your house this morning?” Your brows come together in confusion when you walk back into the kitchen. You’re quiet, waiting on him to clarify, “When I was walking up the porch, I saw a guy in the window. Looks our age.”

Based on the social media posts he found back before the two of you started dating, he already has an idea of who this person might be. What he really wants to know is what he was doing at your house, especially so early in the morning.

You nod slowly, biting your top lip, taking a deep breath, “That was, uhm, my ex, Kenji.”

Satoru folds his arms over his chest, this time waiting for you to continue, hoping Kenji wasn’t there as some sort of retaliation to seeing him with Mei.

You stare at him for a while, not really wanting to delve into your past at a time like this, but you know you have to. Someone has to take the first step to move your relationship along, and you know it won’t be him. He’s too nonchalant about so many things, and even though he’d never admit it, he doesn’t want anyone to get too close.

Hopefully, this will encourage him to open up to you about his family and life outside of college as well.

“We dated last year. Met over the summer at a party. We hit it off immediately, went to the same college, and did everything together, or so I thought.” You laugh to yourself at the irony, “I fell in love with him, and he… fell in love with my Mom.”

Satoru laughs, watching as your face distorts in discomfort, “good one.”

“Satoru… I’m serious.”

He’s quiet, eyes flickering between yours, mouth opening and closing a few times before finally muttering, “Holy shit, that’s fucked up.”

“Yeah, it is. It’s also why I transferred to Tokyo Tech. I came home from my finals before Winter break and caught them fucking on the couch. Apparently, they had been seeing each other behind my back for several weeks. So… yeah. He moved in the other day and I just needed to get out of the house.”

“Why do you still live there?”

You scoff, “Where else am I supposed to go? Besides, I don’t have much of a choice if I want her to keep paying for my college. That was part of a deal we agreed on. I’d live at home during breaks, call her weekly, and she’ll pay my way. When I graduate, I can wash my hands of her completely.”

Satoru kicks off the counter, taking a step towards you, “Baby, I-”

You hold your hand up, stopping him because you just need to get the rest out, and if he stops or changes the conversation, it’ll never be said, “That whole situation… It’s, um, probably affected my views on relationships, more than I care to admit. I just- I can’t go through something like that again.”

He nods, as you purse your lips, heart beating rapidly and palms sweaty from the conversation, “I’m gonna go shower and get ready for bed.”

You tried your best to hold your composure in front of him because you should be over what happened last year. You’ve moved on; changed schools, and spent a lot of time working on yourself.

But when you undress and turn the handle to turn on the water of the shower, you can’t help but notice the goosebumps on your skin and the way your hands shake before stepping into the shower, letting hot water run down your face as you warm up.

It’s nerve-wracking, to let someone further into your life, opening up to them and sharing something that’s so personal and makes you so vulnerable. Even if it’s to be closer to him, it doesn’t make the conversation any less gut-wrenching.

Of course, things could go the other way too.

You could have scared him away. He could think you’re too fucked up, that you have too much baggage, more than he signed up for, and when you get out of the shower, he could be long gone.

You’re lost in thought, staring at the white wall in front of you as water soaks your hair, running down your face. Your eyes are becoming red, a few tears threatening to slip out and join the shower water running down the drain at the thought of this being too much for him and leaving.

But he doesn’t. You hear the sound of something rustling outside the shower curtain before Satoru slowly opens it, slipping in behind you. A cold chill runs through the shower and you cover your chest with your arms and squeeze your thighs closer together.

He’s seen you naked so many times, seen you in positions you couldn’t have ever imagined but tonight, right now, it’s like it’s the first time anyone has seen you. Vulnerable and exposed in a way you never have been before.

Satoru presses his forehead to the back of your head, hands caressing your shoulds and sides slowly before wrapping them around your waist, grabbing the arms covering your chest before whispering, “Don’t hide from me.”

You resist a little before relaxing, body still shaking despite the hot water, “I’m sorry that happened,” he says just loud enough for you to hear over the running water, “I can’t imagine what that was like for you, but I would never do that to you.”

He kisses your jaw and neck, one hand sliding between your breasts to wrap gently around your throat as he presses the evidence of his arousal into your ass.

Your brows furrow as his teeth graze the tender spot below your ear, “Is this why you came here?” You question, “For sex?”

“I missed you, but if you don’t want to, we won’t.” He sighs, clenching his jaw, before turning you around to face him, eyes searching all of your features as he uses his thumbs to wipe the water away from your cheek. “Let me make you feel good.”

Your relationship has always been very physical, that’s how it all started and it’s made you wonder if that might be why he chooses to stick around with you. But at the same time, you’ve also accepted that’s how he shows his adoration for you.

Satoru has never been great with expressing his feelings. Rather than using his words, he shows how he cares for you in grandiose displays, such as buying expensive gifts, taking your out, or getting permanent matching tattoos. But he can tell tonight you need something else, he needs to show his appreciation for you in a different way.

He steps forward until your back is pressed against the cool wall of the shower, kissing and licking your neck until he descends down to your clavicle, nipping and biting his way between the valley of your breasts and the center of your abdomen, placing two gentle kisses to each of hips.

There are small water droplets dripping from his bangs as he sits on his knees in front of you, looking up at you with love and adoration in his eyes. You watch with parted lips as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, large hands on your hips to help keep you in place while you nimbly thread your fingers into his soft tresses.

The sound of the running water covers the soft gasps that leave your lips when Satoru places two soft kisses on the plush skin of your inner thighs before pressing one tenderly to your clit. 

He runs two fingers between your folds, already feeling the wetness that’s formed from barely touching you. He watches with large eyes, as he flattens his tongue, licking a strip between your already wet folds, slowly, lazily.

You moan out, biting your lip, trying to not be too loud as you throw your head back when he sucks your clit lovingly, slipping two fingers inside, curling them against your g-spot, pumping, and thrusting.

Satoru knows your body like the back of his hand at this point, spending so many nights in his bed where he kissed every inch of you figuring out which ones made you giggle, squirm, cum in an instant and even squirt on occasion.

His cock is pressed to his abdomen, precum leaking from the tip as he watches your pretty lips and the way your stomach clenches each time he gives a particularly hard suck or grazes his fingers over the soft spot that makes you mutter a quiet, “right there.”

The tip of his cock is red and angry, begging for stimulation but he doesn’t want to stop because you’re telling him how much you missed this, missed him. You’re begging for more as you circle your hips against his tongue the best you can, hand gripping his hair, trying to pull him closer to your center as if it were possible.

A fire is burning in your belly and threatens to engulf you while Satoru watches in awe as your leg begins to shake around his shoulder, the other about to buckle as your body collapses over his, gasping out as your orgasm erupts.

Satoru coos you through your release as you convulse like you’re having a seizure around his fingers, “You did so good, baby, so pretty when you cum for me.”

He helps you stand straight, slipping his fingers out and obscenely moaning as he cleans them with his tongue before picking you up by the backs of your thighs; bare skin against bare skin as you wrap your legs around his waist, hard cock pressed against your cunt as he presses you against the shower wall.

The tip of his cock nudges your clit and you both sigh in arousal as he grinds his hard length against your core.

Your kisses are becoming sloppier, more frenzied with each passing moment and when you grab at his cock, he tugs your bottom lip with his teeth.

Satoru lets out quiet stuttering gasps, babbling about how he wants to be inside you as you palm him, swiping your thumb over his sensitive tip, dragging his precum down his length to use as lube.

You’re kissing his neck, shoulders, and clavicle as you leisurely stroke his length for several minutes before he squeezes the plush of your ass with one hand while grabbing his cock from yours, lining the tip with your entrance.

“Can’t wait,” he rasps between quick pecks to your lips, “need you now.”

He presses his forehead against yours letting out a strangled breath when he pushes in slightly, enough for his tip to just enter you.

“Mm, we should wait, get a condom,” it’s not the words you want to be saying as you squeeze your eyes shut, taking a deep breath unable to help the way your hips press forward slightly and roll against him.

Satoru is so strong, hands so large, that even when he’s trying to be soft, he’s rough with the way he sinks you down on his cock, hands gripping your thighs so hard bruises are already starting to bloom. 

Your lips meet in ravenous kisses, all tongue and teeth, breaths mingling with one another as he sheaths himself fully inside you.

“I’ll pull out, just- fuck -just need to feel you, just for a second,” he murmurs through a strangled breath, pulling back slowly, giving an experimental pump of his hip.

“Okay- oh fuck,” you moan when the tip of his cock presses against your g-spot, back arching against his chest, encouraging him to pick up the pace, pumping his hips faster, “don’t- don’t stop.”

“You sure?” He asks through a strangled breath.

“Yes, right there!”

You’ve never had raw sex before, but it’s so much better. Satoru is so warm and so big, the weight of him filling you so completely you’re not sure why the two of you haven’t done this sooner.

“Can’t get enough of you, baby,” he whines into your neck, pumping his hips faster and faster as wet smacking sounds fill the bathroom, “fuckin’ made for me.”

You’re keening and whining, bringing a hand to your mouth to try and muffle the loud moans you have no way of controlling as Satoru continues to fuck into you.

He’s watching where you’re connected, watching the way a thick ring of white coats his cock letting out the most sinful moan at the sight. He brings a hand between your bodies, pressing his thumb to your clit drawing tight little circles until your legs are shaking again and you're gripping onto his shoulder like your life depends on it.

“S-S’toru, I’m gonna–”

“God, yes, cum for me baby–wanna feel it, wanna hear it– cum on my cock baby.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cry out his name, clenching, throbbing, and constricting your muscles around his cock as he sits so deep inside of you.

He loves watching you cum for him, making you cry out his name over and over with a voice so hoarse you’re never sure if you’ll have one by the time he’s done with you.

Wave after wave of pleasure surges through your body, as you grab him by the back of the head, bringing his lips to yours so you can give him searing hot kisses as your orgasm rips through you.

It’s too good to stop, too sensitive - his breaths and moans are against your lips and you lock your legs around his waist.

“Fuck- fuck, you’re gonna - god, you’re gonna make me cum,” he warns, trying to pull away but your grip around his center tightens.

“Don’t pull out,” you babble deliriously, so consumed with lust you really have no idea what you’re asking for at this moment.

Satoru lets go of your hips, slamming his hand against the shower wall next to your head, “careful,” he warns, taking a deep, shaky breath, squeezing your hips roughly, “I just might.”

“Please, please do,” You whimper and whine, “please come inside me.”

“Fuck, that’s a bad idea, a real fucking bad idea,” despite his words he continues to piston his hips at a brutal pace, “Shouldn’t-fuck- I’m gonna,” he’s arguing with himself as your pussy constricts around him, “Gonna do it, gonna cum inside - bad idea, fucking love it - fucking love you.”

He snaps his hips into you a few more times before he’s buried as deep as he can go, hips flush with yours as he leans down biting your shoulder, stifling a deep groan, his warm cum painting your walls white, continuing to rut into you.

It’s enough to set you off again, walls fluttering around him, eyes rolling to the back of your head, vision going white.

He keeps moving, slowly rocking into you as you milk every last drop from him, and there’s so much. It almost seems like it’ll never end. You can feel it leaking out, dripping onto the shower floor below you, washing away with the cooling water.

Taking a deep breath, you smile and run your nails across his undercut, eliciting a content sigh from him as he chuckles before pulling out with a wince, setting your legs back onto the floor, supporting your weight as your legs readjust.

Neither of you acknowledges what he said, let alone the consequences of the fact you just begged him to cum inside you. You just look at him, moving his sweaty bangs out of his eyes with a lopsided grin, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose.

The two of you take turns, lathering the body washes and soap, spreading the suds over every inch of each other's bodies before rinsing off with the now cooled-off water. Satoru presses a tender kiss to your lips before getting out of the shower, leaving you to finish while he gets ready for bed.

By the time you’re back in the spare bedroom, he’s lounging on the bed, waiting for you. He’s in grey sweatpants, no shirt, muscles on full display, looking absolutely delectable despite just fucking you senseless in the shower.

“Will Nagi be okay with us sleeping in the same room?”

The room is small but nicely decorated. Since it’s the spare room, there’s not much needing to be kept in here aside from the bed, a small dresser, and a mirror hanging above it with some classical paintings on the other bare spaces.

You shiver, throwing on an oversized tee, and applying your moisturizer, “Yeah, she’s pretty chill. My Mom on the other hand,” you click your tongue at the thought of what she would say if she were to find out, though she has absolutely no room to talk.

By the time you got out of the shower, the water had run ice cold, so when you touch Satoru after getting under the covers, he jumps at the contact before chuckling.

Your hands warm quickly under the covers, body pressed against Satoru’s, drawing little infinity symbols across his bare chest.

“Did you mean it?” You ask softly, looking at him expectantly.

“Mean what?” He laughs awkwardly but you can tell he’s nervous.

Nervous because he said it or because he’s not sure if you’ll say it back, you don’t know but his reaction makes your heart sink a little.

There’s a tug on his heart as he watches you nod and look away, closing your eyes for a second too long because the thought crosses your mind that maybe it was something that slipped in the heat of the moment, that he doesn’t actually mean it.

He grabs your hand, playing with your fingers before whispering, “Yeah, I mean it.”

Your eyes land on his immediately, searching them for insincerity but all you find is honesty and passion, maybe a hint of fear, “I love you too.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, “Yeah, I do. But, we should probably get Plan B tomorrow, just in case.”

He shrugs, “If that’s what you want.”

“It’s what you should want too.”

He rolls over, on top of you, nestling himself between your legs causing you to squeal and giggle, “What I want is for you to come back to my place with me.”

“Thought you were too busy to have me around.”

He stares at you, unamused, rolling his eyes, “I have been busy, but you’re pretty, and my Dad is around right now, so when he sees you, he’ll let me off the hook.”

“Wow. Okay, just using me as a scapegoat to get outta work.”

“A little,” Satoru chuckles, “but also because I do miss you. We can stay the week at my place and head back to school on Friday, party, and see our friends. You can stay with me until the dorms reopen.”

When you first saw Satoru at your front steps this morning, you weren’t sure which direction your relationship would be heading in with him. But it’s gone better than you could have hoped.

Opening up to him wasn’t as detrimental as you thought it would be either, but seems to be helping move your relationship forward.

So you smile at him, agreeing to go back to his place in the morning, hoping this newfound trajectory will continue.

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[therealmsdelulu]

Imposter

Prince Eric Masterlist

Summary: You run away after a big fight with your mom, having no other way to escape, you decide to sneak onto the Prince's ship. A little angst if you squint but mostly fluff. Prince Eric x F!Reader.

"Mom," you sighed in frusturation as you attempted to make a point to your mother," would you just listen to me for once?"

"Excuse me," she exclaimed, "but I've tried listening to you time after time but here you go doing it again.”

“For God’s sake mom,” you exhaled, “could you just try to understand me for once?”

“What is there to understand,” she shouted. “That my daughter’s a dissapointment,” she asked rhetorically, “ ‘cause I already knew that."

‘Ouch,’ you thought to yourself as you walked to your room.

"I'm not done talking to you," your mom shouted after you.

"Well I’m done listening ," you rolled your eyes and continued to walk to your room as she shouted after you. You slammed your bedroom door behind you and locked it. Your mom came to the door and begin to aggresively knock demanding that you open it immediately.

You shed a hot tear of frustration as you unlocked your window. You packed a few clothes and hygiene products and snuck out of your window. You listened from outside the house as your mom shouted your name and banged her fists on your bedroom door.

You didn't think this through very much so you were coming up with a plan as you go. You walked down to the shore and noticed that the Prince's ship was being prepared for use.  And then it hit you, the best idea you've ever had,"Im going to get on that boat," you thought out loud. 

You hid your bag behind a rock and quickly ran down to the nearby 'Sailors Shop' and bought some clothes that looked similar to those of the crew and a hat you she could use to hide your hair. 

You went into the bathroom, changed, and pulled your hair back into a low bun and covered it up with a hat. You looked into the mirror and examined yourself closely,' do i look like a man?' you thought to yourself, 'if the men find out I can shapeshift they're going to tell the church' You breifly laughed at your own joke and quickly rushed outside the shop before another woman saw you, who appeared to be a man, in the Women's restroom.

TIME SKIP

You came back to your bag and put it on your shoulders. You grabbed the back pack and sneakily walked up to the deck. You watched carefully as the crew turned their backs to the area you were near. 

You took the oppurtunity and snuck onto the boat and tried your best to blend in. "Hey you," a voice called out , you looked in the direction of the voice and saw the prince. “What are you doing over here?” You resisted the urge to tilt your head in confusion, not wanting to out yourself.

“You’re supposed to be on look out,” he pointed at an area of the ship that had a built in set of binoculars.

“Right,” you agreed and pretended to clear your throat.”I knew that,” you said in an overly deep voice.

“Are you feeling alright,” the prince asked genuinely as he furrowed his brows at you. 

“Im feeling great, captain,” you spoke in the same ‘manly’ voice, “why do you ask.”

“You sound a little bit hoarse,” he commented but eventually left it alone and walked away. You sighed and took a deep breath. 

‘That was close,’ you thought to yourself as you walked towards the look out area, ‘I obviously didn’t think this through.’ You sat at the seat and looked out the binoculars ‘looking’ for any future problems.

MINI TIME SKIP

You abruptly woke up to a gentle tap on your shoulder. “Ah, shit,” you exclaimed in shock quickly covering your mouth and apologizing,” sorry, you scared me”

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” the prince whispered softly. “You appeared to have dropped this,” he stated as he picked up the hat that was covering your hair from off the ground.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself as you realized your cover was blown. “Look, I can explain,” you started as the Prince stared at you expectantly. “Actually theres nothing I can say to validate this,” you said as you realized that you accidentally commited a crime. “I really need to start thinking about the consequences of my actions,” you self evaluated.

“Don’t worry about it,” the Prince assured you as he handed you the hat and your fingers breifly touched as you took the hat and quickly put it back on. “I’ll keep your secret,”

“Thanks,” you sighed in relief, “thats very kind of you”

“I’m sure anyone else would do the same,” he remarked.

“A lot of people aren’t as nice about people trespassing on their property,” you chuckled watching his face in amusement as he realized that you did techincally commit a crime.

“You’re quite the troublemaker, arent you?” he asked rhetorically as he looked at you and laughed with you.

“You’ve caught me,” you sighed sarcastically as you put your hands up as if to surrender.

“So what brings you here,” the prince asked looking at you curiously.

“Uhm,” you hesitated.“How do I word this so that I don’t sound like a total teenage dirtbag,” you thought out loud. "I guess thats inevitable,” you concluded. “I ran away from home,” you whispered embarrassed.

“What was that?” the Prince asked and put his hand up to his ear as if he didn’t hear you.

“I ran away from home,” you spoke up and cleared your throat as the Prince tryed to hold back his laugh. He eventually let it out and covered his mouth to stop it from seeming as if he was making fun of you.

You began to laugh with him as you reflected on your action.

“So if you don’t mind me asking, what could have possibly been so horrible back at home that you felt the need to act on your impulsive thoughts?” the Prince asked once he recovered from laughter.

“Don’t even get me started,” you exhaled as you recalled the events of that evening. “My mom is so annoying.”

“Hey, don’t talk about your mom like that,” he teased as he poked you lightly, “I’m sure she cares about you a lot.”

“Well she has a very funny way of showing it,” you whispered but the Prince heard you and raised his brow at you in dissaproval. “Right, sorry” you apoligised. “You know, I never caught your name,” you noted trying to change the subject.

“Eric,” he told you, “What about you?”

“Y/N,” you told him thinking you successfully diverted his attention.

"Nice to meet you Y/N, now back to the story,” he encouraged you to get back to the topic.

“Right,” you muttered as you realised that it wouldn't be that easy, “We got into a little argument, no biggie,” you shrugged it off.

“Well it has to be a bit of a biggie if it motivated you to run away,” he replied and furrowed his brows feeling that you were leaving out a few details.

“Well apparently, I’m a dissapointment,” he frowned as he listened to your explanation, “But you know what they say, it is what it is,” you declared as you shrugged your shoulders

“I don’t think thats what they say,” Eric commented.

“Oh, well thats what I say,” you replied and smiled at him. 

“Well I say you look like you could use a hug,” he commented as he looked at you.

“Nah, I’m not that much of a hugger,” you lied but quickly found yourself in the Prince’s arms. “Okay, never mind,” you muttered as you hugged him back.

“Better?” he asked as he pulled away.

“A little,” you revealed, “but I can think of something that would make me feel a whole lot better.”

“Please, enlighten me Y/N” the Prince smiled and encouraged you to elaborate.

“Hmm, I think a kiss would do the trick,” you hinted as you tapped your chin pretending to think.”I dont know though,” you added just in case your boldness backfired.

“Is that so?” he asked as he glanced at you. You simply shrugged your shoulders in response. “Well I guess you never know until you try right,” he suggested as he gently cupped your face with one hand.

“I guess not,” you whispered as you both slowly leaned in.

“Well, I guess we should give it a try huh,” the prince suggested as he leaned in even closer.

“Yeah that seems like a reasonable approach to me,” you replied quietly before your lips connected in a soft yet passionate kiss.

“Did that work,” he asked as he pulled away and took in your slightly flustered state.

“I’m not sure,” you said, “Let’s try again,” you suggested and he chuckled before kissing you once more, fireworks bursting in the sky.

THE END

A/N: please ignore my terrible sense of humour throughout this lol.

Taglist: @papichulo120627

[tinyvesselhearts]

What Fear Does to People (Egon x You)

It's Chapter 8 of my series Thing Is but can be read as a standalone.

Rating: Mature (descriptions of violence) Pairing: Egon Spengler x You (no Y/N) Others: "Platonic" bed-sharing, pre-relationship, gentle touching, hurt/comfort, ghosthunting, Lovecraftian monsters, Ray's recovering from a bust and he's not currently at the station

(also: a reference to GB game. If you know, you know)

It’s roughly 2 a.m. when it starts.

Egon wakes up with a shiver. He’s freezing. A gust of wind runs through his clothes and that in itself is enough to put him on guard. Thing is, all the windows are closed, both of you are covered with quilts and there’s no tangible cause for the cold. No rational excuse, unless…

With mounting suspicion, he takes a look around. It’s pitch black and he can barely make out the edges of Ray’s empty cot. Warmth of the linen seems to hit him all at once, stark contrast to what he’s just felt on his skin. Disconcerting. Eerie, maybe— but he’s calm nonetheless. This is how those entities operate. The Collective: all kinds of eldritch horrors. They’re playing hide- and- seek until their victims can’t keep their wits about them anymore and he— as a devoted scientist and a Ghostbuster (yes, the very same)— is here to teach a lesson.

You’re unabashedly curled up against his side. Safe, unbothered, sound asleep. The attacker must be considering you innocuous enough, likely due to your comparative vulnerability, and is focused on Egon. Perfect. He lays his head back but doesn’t close his eyes— he’s vigilant— alert— ready.

The thing about Collective Unconscious is that despite being aware of its modus operandi, human brain is pretty pathetic in comparison. Its innate susceptibility to fear, specifically. During his years of Psychology, Egon would repeatedly hear that fear and love were the strongest of all human instincts, as they made the whole body receptive and focused in an instant. Later he’d find out that’s true about fear. He has no first- hand data on the latter— he supposes due to the troubled relationship with his parents— but Peter and Ray have done enough stupid things out of affection to confirm the thesis. Since Venkman’s incident with the tank a few years back, Egon hasn’t questioned love or its impact on a subject’s decision- making process. Or common sense. Or mating choices, just to be clear.

With that in mind, Egon knows what to expect. Diminished control of his body. Flinches. Unconditioned reflexes. He is determined to distinguish between real, physical stimuli and paranoia- induced ploys. A moment to cool off, analyze and conclude before acting on impulses. That’s the plan. Right. It’s easy in theory.

A distant bang echoes in the garage. It resembles a metal tool— a wrench, maybe?— but the sound is followed by nothing else, so Egon decides it’s nothing but a figment of imagination. Until—

“What was it?”

He leans back. He can’t see your face properly but enough to notice your eyes are open.

“…Oh. You’ve heard it too?”

“It’s not like… Ray got discharged in the middle of the night and sauntered back here, is it?”

There’s another loud bang. Nobody moves but both of you are very much awake.

Egon finally speaks.

“I’ll check it.”

“Uh, okay, okay”, you whisper. “What do I do?”

“Stay here and try to sleep. I’ll handle it.”

“…what?”

“Don’t argue. There’s no time. I’ll take care of whatever that is. I’m a professional, listen to me and I’ll make sure you’re safe. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Yes, but the Ghostbusters are a team. Now you’re on your own. I’m not leaving you! What if—”

“No time”, he mutters, putting the proton pack on. “Stay here. You were so tired you almost passed out on the couch. Do I need to remind you that you put my shirt on backwards?”

“My mom says it’s good fortune!”

“I’m serious”, he states and switches the backpack on. “Eldritch horrors are different than regular spirits. They harm both physically and emotionally. Lack of proper rest weakens the cognitive functions and you may be a real, tangible danger to yourself— and to me. Especially if you’re not familiar with their strategy.”

Egon slides into a pair of slippers. It’s not the perfect job attire but it’ll have to do— he stupidly left his combat boots in the locker downstairs. Maybe when he slides down to the garage, he’ll manage to change.

He takes the final look at you because you’re awfully quiet. Exhausted and hopeless, he guesses. He’d appreciate some backup but the boys aren’t here and you’re in no position to fill the role now. When you ignored his precaution the last time (while fully capable and well- rested), you ended up wounded in his lab. What you’re facing here can do much, much more damage.

Egon briefly considers escorting you out of the premises altogether—just in case— but then, how could he ensure your safety if the spirit decides to leave after you?

His chest is heavy when he speaks.

“If anything suspicious happens in this room, call me immediately. Shout, if you have to.”

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Alright”, he shoots you a look. “Stay here.”

You nod. It’s weak, devoid of conviction and Egon wants to emphasize how crucial it is for you to stay— but another loud bang comes from the reception area and there’s no time to waste.

Egon turns around and scuttles towards the pole. He slides down. Lands with a loud thump, doubled by the flip- flops and takes a slow, cautious look around.

He’s quick to spot the source of the noise: it’s a loose pipe lying on the floor. It might not be currently moving but it sure as heck was just a moment ago— Ray doesn’t leave spare parts scattered around the floor. He has his secret dirty stash for that.

Egon takes a long, wary look around. Nothing’s moving, except for gentle flow of a dirty cloth drying on the heater. He pulls out the PKE meter and glances at the readings. Whatever this thing is, it’s here. It may be invisible but it’s here. Lurking. Leering. Hidden in the shadow, a predator on the hunt. Any moment now.

He doesn’t even manage to slide the device back into the pocket when a slimy tentacle shoots at him.

It’s massive. Heavy and slick. Whatever creature it belongs to, it must be huge and, uh, incredibly unusual. The dissonance is almost incomprehensible: to see a wet, marine limb which acts very much alive here— in the garage of New York’s finest— in a place devoid of water (well, save for a tap).

Egon screams. He drops the PKE meter and reaches for the charged rod. A proton stream lashes outwards with full power but before it catches the giant limb, it’s already gone— slithered into the shadows, shrouded in shade.

A few things to note right away: one, the ghost is huge. Two, it’s unlike any other they’ve seen before. Three, the sheer amount of mucus suggests a healthy dose of Marsh genes. Four, it’s out of sight and apparently good at staying there. Right. All Egon has to do is pretend to be unsuspecting, so that the ghost—

“Yeah, so I’ve done some thinking and I can’t do this.”

He whips his head around. There you are: in his crumpled shirt still inside- out, peeking through the hole in the ceiling. You’re in the middle of putting on your socks.

He can’t with you. He can’t.

“What did I tell you? Don’t come down here!”

“Oops?”

“No”, he yells. “I told you to STAY! Stay! How many times—”

“Sure, and pretend your screaming flows like a nursery rhyme.”

You clutch the pole with both hands, pull yourself close and slide down. Egon curses under his breath. Shite. Shite. Of course you wouldn’t listen. Psychology classes pop up in his mind again— the most powerful instincts— the things people do for fear…

“I’m here now. Poof. Too late”, you say. “Whatever happens is on me.”

He stifles a groan. It’s a lost cause. The stairs are at the opposite end of the garage. Escorting you there would take way too long and expose you to a stealthy attack and— well, he doesn’t suppose forcing you to climb the pole is on the table.

“Alright”, he decides. “Grab the pack.”

You manage to put it on yourself. He helps you to switch it on. You huff, smile and turn to him.

“Which trap?”

“Regular.”

“On it!”

You dash towards Ecto- 1. Just as Egon suspected: the enormous tentacle emerges from the shadow and aims.

Egon shoots. The proton stream reaches the ghost this time. The current wraps around its shape. The ectoplasmic limb wrestles and yanks but he holds it in place: it’s your turn to capture it before it rips the shackle.

“Now!”

You slide the contraption right under the ghost. Set the pedal. Step. Open. Wait.

Intense glow fills the room. Egon navigates the tentacle downwards but for some inexplicable reason the trap doesn’t seem to swallow its prey. It tries— sucks some ectoplasmic residue, hoovers up some of its slime— but the monster doesn’t get pulled in, as if it was… attached to something?

A roar echoes through the garage and everything happens at once: the trap closes, proton stream breaks and the ghost dissipates again.

You’re the first to whisper.

“…Is it…?”

“No”, Egon exhales. “It’s around here somewhere.”

“So… The trap didn’t work? Why?”

“Apparently it’s not just a ghost. It must be a complex being with some sort of material form. We may need to overpower it in a more… traditional sense.”

“Chain? Wires? Chandelier? Forget- me rod? A random hydraulic pipe of oblivion?”

Your flowery language is both a blessing and a curse. That translates into a perfect bait. Keep talking.

“So you’re opting for brute force?” Egon asks and that’s all it takes.

“Uh, I thought you were suggesting. I’d try another approach. If that guy is a marine cephalopod he may have a hard time adjusting to open air. Maybe dragging it out of the drainage will do the trick, right? Instead of streaming it, we could—"

Your mouth is still open when the giant tentacle shoots in your general direction. You let out a loud shriek and manage to evade— albeit barely— and even though Egon assumed using you as a lure would be the practical choice, he, for once, can’t stand the sight of it.

The proton rod won’t help any. Hitting you is a real threat— and it’s way more dangerous for you than the ghost. He’s about to resort to brute force but the monster steps out of the shadows and Egon can’t believe his eyes.

It’s human.

Oh, that makes things significantly easier.

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a tiny bottle and charges.

A hit from behind may be cheap but it works every time. Egon swings the uncharged proton rod right into the creature’s head. It squeals, unwraps the tentacles protruding from its sleeve, then snarls and shakes its head. Egon has a few seconds to take in the entire picture: three gargantuan ectoplasmic limbs (a developing ghostly sickness?) have taken over the poor guy’s left arm. He seems dazed: his eyes are foggy, droll seeps through his teeth and for a split second Egon wonders if there’s any spiritual cancerous disease he’s failed to discover.

The hybrid lifts its arms and aims at you again, full force. Before you have the chance to scream, Egon slides right in front of you, pushes you aside and splashes some of the bottle’s contents on the monster’s face.

It howls and retracts.

“…What is that?!” You manage.

“An old trick. Handy when possessed individuals fail to be cooperative.”

Egon spots the dirty cloth still hanging on the heater. It should be dry enough. Easy to soak. Perfect.

He dashes for it, grabs it and presses it against the bottle, pouring a decent amount of the liquid on it. Heavy drops of the potent solution spill around. Tiny wet lines trickle down his gloves. He takes a deep breath, holds it and looks at the monster. It snarls. Then charges.

Egon isn’t a great fighter but he dodges just fine. He slides under the tentacles, turns around and hops on the hybrid’s back. It screeches— then stops— wet, throaty sounds stifled by the rug in Egon’s hand. He clutches the monster’s throat, squeezes it with an elbow and turns to you.

“A common tranquilizer. Learnt it during my coroner years”, he grunts, pressing the pad into its face. “You might want to find something to tie him with.”

You’re awfully quiet, staring at him blankly— but you nod. There’s a spare, long chain in Ray’s stash (nobody knows what he uses it for) so you take it and approach the scuffle with apprehension. The hybrid’s movements slow down but it’s still trying to break out of Egon’s unrelenting clutch.

“Thank you”, he says, composed as ever. “You’re doing great.”

It takes a few more seconds. The monster’s muscles eventually give in and it slides down on the floor. Its arms loosen. Eyes close. Its head hits the garage floor.

For a long moment nobody moves.

“Yo”, you whisper. Egon looks at you, then at the limp body beneath him and takes a step back.

“Sedated. Perfect.”

“What now?”

“Let’s tie it up.”

Egon reaches for the chain you’re holding. He wraps the creatures torso (making it extra tight and unnecessarily confusing around the arms— safety first) and you take care of its legs. The constraint turns out pretty solid and, most importantly, impossible to slip through by the tentacles. Once you make sure it’s sealed, each of you grabs a loose end of the chain and proceed to drag the dead weight across the floor.

It’s not exactly Buckingham Palace level of service anyway— not like you owe anybody standards— but when the monster’s back slams against a concrete pillar, you flinch.

“Oh no!— Oh dear, it hurt him—”

“It’s just tried to kill you. You do understand that, right?”

“Sort of”, you groan. “I really wanted it to warm up to us. We’ve sort of killed our chances at cooperation.”

“Don’t worry. It isn’t capable of drawing conclusions in this state.”

Egon pulls the chain and ties the creature around the pillar in an ungallant knot. It’s not his proudest work but a staple of initiative nonetheless. Links are sealed. Hostage is secured. It’s all under control.

He’s still focused on triple- checking the locks when you speak.

“Egon, why did you…?” You rub your hands together. “You… It was dangerous. Reckless. You don’t do reckless, Egon Spengler. Overcomplicated, yes, way too optimized, yes. But this, whatever you were thinking, was almost careless! You… You could’ve—”

He looks upwards. You seem anxious but you’re alive and well. He doesn’t understand.

“I could’ve what?”

“Well, I mean, you stuck your neck out for me. It could’ve been bad”, you gulp. ‘You could’ve been hurt.”

“I wasn’t though, was I?”

Egon’s at a loss. He watches you closely. You’re both okay and that’s all that matters. It’s not the first time he’s done something stupid out of fear— ah, fear, the bypass of rational thought— the Psychology classes again…

You stay silent for a moment, then sigh.

“I’ll call Peter.”

“Yes. No. Wait.” He frowns, takes off his gloves and approaches you. “Check- up first.”

“…This again? Seriously?!” You huff. “It’s, like, the third time this week! If something happened, I’d tell you immediately. I’m fine, Egon! I’m fine, you should be focused on yourself, you’re the one who went berserk for some reason I can’t wrap my head around—"

No bruises, no scratches. He touches your face, looks you in the eyes.

“It’s a precaution. I’ll make it quick. Tell me if anything hurts.”

His fingers skim over your features— cheeks, nose, forehead, temples. Your voice catches. Breath gets shuddered, eyes go frantic and cheeks are still awfully warm but it’s a natural response. Egon’s expected that much. His thumb runs across your lip, even though it looks untouched and there’s no justifiable reason to examine it closely. He just… can’t resist. Nor does he want to, really. There’s still room for excuses which get half- woven in his head but their seams are loose and each sentence falls apart before it leaves his mouth.

Egon knows he lingers too long. Needs to pull back. He doesn’t understand why his body won’t listen.

The tip of his thumb rests at the corner of your lips, then moves on to another gentle caress. Then again. And again, until you sigh. Warm breath tickles his skin. He tries it once more to check if you allow him— and you do— more than that— you melt into the touch, heat radiating from your skin, breathing deep— receptive, indulgent, responsive.

This is… inebriating.

“…You seem okay”, he concludes. “No injuries?”

“No. You?”

“None”, he says, letting his hands hang loose again. “I’ll run a few tests. Call Venkman, tell him we’ve got a subject. He should come immediately.”

“Okay. But tell me what’s going on.”

“…We’ve just caught an anomaly. As I said.”

“Not that. I see you. I notice things”, you say cautiously but he makes sure his face is as blank as ever. “You’re usually so collected. What happened?”

Egon doesn’t think it needs explanation. It’s obvious. Should be, at least. He frowns and says:

“I don’t want my friends to get hurt.”

“…After Ray?”

He nods.

A pair of soft hands brush against his jaw and in a moment— before he’s able to fully process what’s happening— his face dips down, guided by the delicate touch and you gently place your lips near his chin.

It’s a simple gesture. Gentle touch. A shadow of a kiss, lighter than Dana’s, nothing more than a brush of hot skin but— Lord, help him— he shivers— it’s so much more— it’s everything— it’s overwhelming.

“Ray is fine”, you whisper, looking at him again. “You’ll see him tomorrow, remember? It’s almost over.”

“…Again, please.”

“You’ll see him tomorrow...”

“No. Not this, the…”

It takes you a second but you get it and breathe out a laugh. Brush his jaw again, then wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into a tight hug.

Oh. Oh.

His arms tentatively reach for your back and once they’re there— recognize the texture of his shirt (outlining your shape in a way he declines to register)— and he lets down his guard a bit. Tightens his grasp. Sinks into the moment. He lets his hands really feel you for the first time since the both of you’ve started accepting proximity and it frightens him beyond belief— it’s soft, welcoming, disarming and pure— so his eyes close, stiff muscles let go— anxiety abates—  he’s out of breath— but all you do is hold him close, no doubt, no shame. You’re as open and affectionate as ever, a salve for his mind, a missing link. You fit right here. He’s never known a feeling like this, not even with his family.

That’s something new: his fear for your life instigates a soothing response. Highly unusual. He’ll have to write it down for future reference.

“Could we include this into the list of things we do? Under… particular circumstances, of course?”

“Sure. Whenever you need it.”

You stay like that for a moment. It’s quiet and dark. Egon relishes every breath tickling the nape of his neck, every slight fidget against his chest, every movement— and when you finally take a step back, his chest feels almost hollow. As if it’s just tasted peace and had to let go.

“You should also add a point in which you listen to me in case of immediate danger”, he says. “In a bold, red, permanent marker, preferably.”

You smile. It’s playful. Cheeky. Beautiful. Whatever anxiety you’d felt a moment ago, evaporated.

“I did cooperate, doofus! You won’t find a more flexible squire than myself.”

“Flexible tends to mean obedient”, he raises an eyebrow. “When I say you fall back, you do.”

“When you require assistance, I help! That’s literally in my agreement. I signed the paper, you have no say in this, Spengler.”

“Spenglers are a team. And, when faced with danger, have to be unanimous.”

“You’re right!” You give him your finger guns and turn to the reception desk. “See? We’ve just agreed and it’s that easy!”

He smirks.

“Call Venkman.”

“Ai, ai, Sir!”

He watches you pick up the phone and dial Peter’s number. A few beeps later your voice fades into a mumble of funny noises.

When he turns towards the hybrid, he notices another curious thing: the tentacles seem to deflate and seep into a bile of ectoplasmic goo.

He must take a sample immediately. Ray is going to love this.

[subparcarrion]

CW//TW: kinda vent, discussion of tics and tic attacks (and some of the aftermath for me), discussion of high stress and anxiety situations, cussing/cursing, discussion of physical pain, discussion of pills.

(ACTUAL POST UNDER CUT.)

So... yeah,,,

Tic attacks, gonna have to go with ☆☆☆☆☆/★★★★★ (0/5). Especially at close to four in the morning at a sleepover.

Not really sure why I'm deciding to put it out on the internet, but I guess I wanna talk about it or smth. And with March break and my crippling social anxiety the closest I've come to talking about it irl is a quick "that was kinda traumatic ngl" to a close friend over text.

In retrospect it makes sense, it's the most stressed I've been in a while now paired with a lot of just having to be constantly "on" and feeling scared to say no.

For context I did a pseudo babysitting job for a family friend from around mid afternoon to nearly midnight. I then decided to go a sleepover with my friends late since they had been kind enough to move the date so I could attend. (Probably not the best idea for the future who has a bad anxiety disorder and probably a lot of other stuff, but when have I ever said no.)

The job itself was pretty stressful but the kid and her mom's are super nice and did their best to accommodate me, so that was really nice. (They also paid me really well when I would have honestly done if for free so I'm not gonna complain. Anything bad was kinda just unavoidable considering it was me who was doing the job.)

Im also not really gonna bitch about the sleepover too much, my friends are lovely, the timing just made things rough.

Since I was arriving so late we hung out for like an hour and then went to bed (at least tried to go to bed), a lot of tha time was just kinda spent getting ready for bed though. There's nothing wrong with that, I just ended up feeling a little like I had missed out on the best part of stuff. (Again, no one else's fault.)

Everyone else fell asleep pretty quick, however I was not tired at all. It wasn't unexpected though, going from one high stress situation to another doesn't really let you let your guard down. Let alone feel properly sleepy.

So I just kinda did some stuff on my phone for thirty minutes to see if I would get tired and then decided to finally turn in for the night still very much all to aware of everything.

At this point it's probably important to mention that everyone in my froend group has at least a passing interest in a game called "The Stanley Parable". And if you didn't know you can go into an elevator in that game, and it kinda just plays this goofy elevator music in loup until you leave.

It is thus tradition in my friend group to play the elevator music while we fall asleep at any and all sleepovers where it is possible and everyone is chill with it.

The elevator is kinda some basic lyricless pop-ish kinda techno song where you can occasionally, if you listen closely enough hear the narrator hum along with the tune. The song itself is a certified banger, but I was stressed as fuck and hyperaware of everything. It was safe to say it was driving me crazy, especially the humming part.

I didn't really have any means to turn it off though and I would feel bad doing it. After all, I had agreed to it any it would be distruptful to try since it was super late and the room was pretty packed. To move around too much would probably wake someone up. (Wow, foreshadowing or smth.)

I never really got to sleep and it was around late three in the morning, nearly four when shit really started to hit the fan.

(Another bout of context before I continue: so I've had what I'm just calling tics at this point for about a year now, maybe a bit longer. At least that's when they started getting really noticeable and causing real problems for me. Personally for me it's mostly motor ticks that get much worse in stressful situations. Stressful situations being an iffy description that could cover pretty much anything on acount of the anxiety disorder. Albeit over time it has developed into mostly motor ticks with occasional verbal ones.

I can have periods where they are happening very few times a day and then ones where they are happening several times a minute, either way they never really go away. I had been doing pretty good tick wise before this whole ordeal, now it's definitely leaning towards the worse, more disruptive and painful side.)

It started off with a ciuple of my usual motor tics, getting more and more aggressive very quickly. For the most part these would consist of things like my shoulders jumping up and hitting the vase of my head and neck or my hands doing weird shit.

By the time the verbal tics started the motor tics were so aggressive and frequent they were getting pretty painful. This would be the same time I would start making small squeaks as a verbal tick.

It became pretty clear after that this wasn't stopping any time soon so I sat up and used my pillow to cover my mouth in hopes to muffle the noise so I wouldn't wake anyone.

This was the point where something changed and my tics got the worst they'd ever been. It went from squeaks to small screams and loud grunts. And I was just sitting there in pain scared out of my mind for nearly and hour before the noise finally woke up my friends. Cuz despite all my effort a pillow can't hide constant screaming for very long.

When my friends woke up they were reasonably concerned, they knew I had tics that could occasionally get kinda bad but this was the worst it had been, and I could barely explain through the ticks that it had been going on for about an hour. There was definitely no way I was calming them down, and in all fairness I was freaking out too and they handled the whole shitshow remarkably well.

They probably spent twenty minutes or more trying to calm me down or help, but nothing was working, in fact it might have been getting worse. One of my friends also tried Google-ing it, but Google pretty much said drug him or ignore them were feasible options for yours truly, the little bitch boy.

My friend eventually got their mom and I regained enough control to pack my shit and got driven home. I downed as much sleeping and pain meds as I was allowed to take and continued ticking until I passed out.

Idk,,, not a particularly entertaining story, ig I just wanted to get it out somewhere.

As for me right now, it's been two days and I can't go five minutes without some sort of tic at most.

However, I'm feeling somewhat better, even if my neck hurts like shit.

I suppose that's all, thanks for listening to me bitch and moan tumblr. <33 /p

-carrion_

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[trashbag-baby666]

Lose It-Hunter Sylvester

Disclaimer: Song used in the Drabble is Lose It by SWMRS. I no long support them but the song bops a little. Got this idea for it after an intense listen to it!

C/W: mentions of cheating/sleeping with other girls.

Hunter had fucked up and there was no going back.

He had slept with a few girls that meant nothing to him and he wasn't sure why. The band had gone on a small tour of Oregon and Hunter let the obsessed girls get ahold of him.

Of course you found out fast, Emily and Hunter were your ride or dies.

Your band of girls were not having it and you weren't going to take it.

You were upset and angry going through the five stages of grief over and over. For what seemed like forever but had been more like four hours.

So, what did you turn to? Your guitar and notebook.

You wrote out your feelings as you decided that you couldn't forgive him for what happened.

You had talked to Emily and Kevin when they got back and they supported your decisions.

Hunter was pissed when you showed up at his door and gave him his stuff back and told him it was over.

But he wasn't pissed at you. He was pissed at himself. This was his fault and he knew it.

"Fuck him," Emily nodded as she read over the song you had written. Both of you needed a well needed hang out session. The session before your high school hosted a local music show.

Your band, y/b/n, we're playing and so was Skullflower.

"Do you think I should play it?" You looked up at Emily.

"Yeah, I think he deserves to have to be put in his place. Plus it's a good song none the less, y/n." Emily nodded and handed you back the tattered notebook.

"Thank you so much for coming over and just talking." You hugged Emily as you made your decision to play it.

You and your band had practiced the new song plenty of times. As you stood side stage as Molly Coddle played. You guys were up next, you'd warn your favorite outfit and shifted your weight on your new docs your mom had gifted you.

"Ready, y/n?" Your bassist came over resting her hand on your shoulder momentarily. You nodded as Molly Coddle finished up and packed up your gear and you guys began to set up.

Then it was time, the stage lights flickered on and the band did a small introduction. You spotted Hunter quick. Standing off towards your guitarist more with Kevin and Emily.

His arms crossed as he looked like a kicked puppy. He loved watching you perform and you knew that.

"Tonight is a night for a new song." You smiled awkwardly flicking the long mic cable as you held the mic, "This one is called Lose it." You smiled as your band came in playing the mellow melody.

"When I first saw you, I made a mixtape

I didn't know you'd do the same damn thing

When I said goodbye to you, it went quiet

'Cause I didn't wanna feel any pain"

It was true you and Hunter were both music critiques and buffs. You both loved everything music. You liked a lot of metal but more indie rock being your style and Hunter could respect that. You had made him a mixtape on a CD and he made you a playlist.

You turned to music the night Emily texted you saying Hunter was sleeping with a fan.

You couldn't listen to any of it. It all reminded you of Hunter. All you were left with was silence and your tears.

"The last thing I want is another debutante

To take me away from my world (take me away from my world)

And I know that wasn't us, but it still got tough

So come on, come on

And tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it

When we drove up the coast, we had a soundtrack

We made it feel like a film on a reel

And our story didn't have a happy ending

But it still sounded good despite the way I feel"

You guys fell for each other fast and you dragged Hunter on a road trip to the coast to your aunts cabin so it could be just you two for a weekend.

You guys had made a collaborative playlist on Spotify and it really seemed like a teen coming of age movie. It was one of your happiest memories of Hunter.

"The last thing I want is another broken heart

To drive me to the brink of crazy (drive me to the brink of crazy)

In the end, I couldn't take it 'cause I knew we wouldn't make it

So come on, come on

And tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it

Tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it"

Hunter stood in the crowd watching you softly sway your hips to the soft beat. He knew it was about him. Hell, almost everyone in the room knew it was about him. The schools 'loser couple'. You had only a few friends being your band mates and then Kevin and Emily.

Hunter knew he had fucked up so bad the moment after the girls would leave him and he'd see the texts from you on his phone. Every time he did it and he still continued to do it.

He deserved this, he was humiliated but he also deserved this humiliation. Clay had even shared some glanced and head nods towards Hunter as the song went on.

"In the end, we were just a couple kids

Who thought and fought our way around each other

There's a mark on the town the times we had around

But there's still some space for the rest of our lives

Sing it

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo

Tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it

Tell me, why'd you have to have such a damn good taste in music?

Ya, if all my favorite songs make me think of you, I'm gonna lose it

I'm gonna lose it

I'm gonna lose it"

You finished and said thank you to the crowd as you packed up. Maybe this wasn't the official end of you and Hunter but just the end for now. Maybe he just needed time to grow as a person. To recognize the beauty he had standing right in front of him, waiting for him.

You were hopping that the wake up call of the song would be enough for him to change his inflated ego.

[hotgirlstiles]

hotgirlstiles fic recs!!

VERY SPECIFIC REC: u know those fics where its alive hale family and theyre all a little older and stiles has the BIIIIGGEST cutest crush on derek hale except he isnt close w derek but he IS close w the entire hale family who is practically in love w him?? well boy do i have TWO fics for you…

only by entering the wolf’s den and the key!! these are probably the cutest and greatest fics to ever live.. also more recs under the cut cause i have been collecting them like gold

everything, everywhere (every day) is a pack vacation fic and IM SOOOOO OBSESSED WITH THIS SHEESH. dereks ablittke annoying but fucking hell its SO worth it 😭😭 my mom was listening to the song true loudly from the other room and it started playing during the confession scene and desr god it felt like a fucking movie bro

everything, everywhere (every day) is a pack vacation fic and IM SOOOOO OBSESSED WITH THIS SHEESH. dereks ablittke annoying but fucking hell its SO worth it 😭😭 my mom was listening to the song true loudly from the other room and it started playing during the confession scene and desr god it felt like a fucking movie bro

keep it together <3 sorry couldnt resist not putting it here i feel like i’ll always include this in every fic rec i have 💗 it’s my most favorite supernatural creature stiles fic to exist 🫶🫶🧸

california is a series and it has two works and i swear to god bro it’s the hottest fucking fic i have ever read. it’s pure smut though so don’t get mad at me 😭 its genuinely so hot and is everything i like..

all the roads that led to you OF COURSE A SWEET SWEET WONDERFUL DEREK CHARACTERIZATION POST S2 FIC <33333 yall already KNOWWWW how fucking obsessed i am w post s2 fics where the characterizations are just fucking CHEFS KISS! this is so so good (my bookmarked lines: “if i lose you, too, i’m not surviving it this time.” / he wishes he could turn 18 and suddenly wash his hands under the sea the way macbeth yearned to.)

it’s pack research ok this is a littke pwp that focused more on the plot but its soooo cute 😭 stiles decides to read werewolf erotica and its sooo silly.. the pack makes fun of him though and the author wrote it rly well .. this is just so goofy i loooorv it 🥰

things thicker than water 🥺🥺 okay y’all already know how much i love me some whump stiles and this author is a fucking GOLDMINE for whump stiles ESPECIALLY stiles claudia relationship! their fics r my fucking fave honestly theyre always on the forefront of my mind.. this one is of my faves especially <3

words alone !!! another one of my fav nogitsune fics 🥺 just fucking obsessed with their relationship in this one and how derek handles the whole situation. just obsessed with derek

unstable OKAY I POSTED THIS ALREADY BUT I JUST HAD TO SAY IT AGAIN. this is one of my fav fucking fics holy shit. stiles is psychotic and its just. really good. i love how the author handles it and how it affects stiles’ relationships and i especially love how derek reacts to it. i just fucking love this whole fic i lovelovelove this derek characterization it’s everything to me🥺

love so hard, it could rip my throat out All right.. another post s2 fic.. sorry i’m a little obsessed with these type of fics abd by that i mean post s2 and sterek a little unhealthy and hiding from everyone and finding solace in each other and derek isnt some weird asshole macho asshole.. hes just in love with stiles.. dear lord!

let’s get lost. really really REALLY good fic! its. kinda canon divergence from s3a and it just deals with stiles issues from the darkness and again. very amazing derek characterization. what do yall expect from me 🤷‍♀️

first son, last chance THIS IS SOOOOO GOOD it’s way way intense and violent especially in the last parts but its SO good. yall know how much i love me some bodyguard derek sooo 🥰🥰😘

a bro’s guide to surviving an assassination attempt. ANOTHER BODYGUARD DEREK 🥰🥰🥰 this one was reallyyyyy really nice and goofy and cute! my bookmarked lines: i’m going to need you to be a big, brave boy for me now, okay? / god. you have hometown hero written all over you.

“… all Derek wants to do is lock him away in a safe place and then tear LA apart piece by piece until his claws are sunk in Kate’s throat. It’s revenge for his pack, yes, but there’s something else there, now. Something Stiles shaped.”

destiny sucks. this might be my last rec since its getting too long 😭 but sheesh. this one. just love derek in this one. its post s3a and stiles dealing w the darkness & his spark yet again but how derek deals w/ his anxiety attacks is just so 🥺once read this while listening to this love by taylor swift and sobbed violently

through time and space is really reallyyyyy cute 🥺 derek gets time traveled to the past (he’s from the future where theyre older n rogether) and sees teenager stiles and is just. ahhhh its so so sweet and endearing i love this so much

ok i lied. the taming of the wolf! canon divergence where derek lives in the burnt hale house nd stiles befriends him.. heehee<3 its all so sweet and cute. one scene always stays w me it’s derek fighting and screams at stiles to run and stiles actually does because he knows derek trusts him to do it and knows that derek wouldnt want him to get hurt 🥺 its a really nice difference from the usual stiles scenes when derek says that and it was really sweet to me.. like it makes sense to me..

OK LAST ONE I PROMMY. the beginner’s guide to everyday magic. Ok. stiles gets pushed out of the pack BUT IN A WAY THAT MAKES TOOOOTAL SENSE! yall know i wouldnt give yall a pushed out of pack that doesnt make any sense! this shit was toooo good! stiles moves to the countryside and its just SO good. really warm and good

OK LAST ONE AGAIN. all your problems are distractions. ok this doesnr focus on sterek much because it’s post s3a where scott is being his usual adorable self who just wants to help allison & stiles but it kinda goes crazy 🥺 allison and stiles’ genders are changed and it’s basically a story on how they handle it. i am not immune to a really good and cute stallison fic okay!

WAIT WAIT OKAY LAST ONE LEGIT! traces by siand!!!!! one of the few siand fics i like LOL this is a deleted fic.. its post nogitsune and im soooo fucking in love w this it’s basically everything i want and need in a Post nogutsune fic!! ALSO THE DEREK IN THIS ONE IS SOOO FUCKING GOOD YALLLL i wish siand would go back to writing derek like this uts sooo fucking good 😭 def recommend!

wait okay this one FUCK i almost forgot! but thunderstorms and police lullabies. THIS THE FUCKING ONE UALLLLL!!!! fix it fic for before boyd dies .. oh gid man. just a really good fic for stiles healing and a wonderful pack. its seriously one of the fics i always reread its so so soothing and healing. kinda wish the sciles was a little better but its honestly so worth it..

ok that’s all ❤️❤️❤️ enjoy the fics .. 💗

[coffee-prince-kyungsoo]

My Monarch Butterfly (1/?)

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

warnings: None

word count: 1.7K

summary: Eddie and reader just chatting, jason being an asshole and robin and reader talkin. Not much :)

(Gif not mine- Credits to owner @gaiath )

AN: I hope you guys enjoy the first part of this story, I don't normally write alot of FF but I couldn't help myself with Eddie Munson existing. Have you seen this man. If you like it, let me know! If you have any recs on what should happen next, be my guest to comment about it! hope you enjoy the first part!!!!

Masterlist | Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3 |Part 4

Hawkins high, the most agitating place for anyone who wasn’t a popular cheerleader or basketball player was a breeding ground for the socialites to chat, bond, and even date. HHS had its little clicks and groups. You had the cheerleaders who didn’t really care for anyone outside their little friend groups, which quite frankly was getting pretty old. And of course, you had the jocks. Who quite frankly were the most annoying and obnoxious out of all the groups. Y/N on the hand was one of the only people who didn’t belong to a single group, always floating to different groups. She was what everyone called a kind soul. It didn’t matter who needed help it was always Y/N to reach out and help people. If not, others would approach the timid girl. For her it wasn’t always this easy. Being a Mexican was something that caused a lot of bullying growing up. She always lived in Hawkins but attended a school near Hawkins due to her mother being a 4th grade teacher. Her father had passed away due to cancer when she was only five. She didn’t really remember much of him but had little snippets of him and even dreamed of him. She would cry at times when she thought of her father. Because she couldn’t tell which of her memories was simply that or a dream, they all seemed to blend in. But it mostly sucked for her mother. Her mom Amanda went through a phase where she would barely speak or eat. At eleven, Y/N took care of her mother. They had been living off her dad’s life insurance for the time being after her mom was fired due to not showing up or being completely disinterested when teaching. This all stopped when a family friend got into an argument with Amanda, because of this argument, Amanda had gotten her act together. She applied to different school around their area. After multiple rejections, her last interview she was desperate that she spoke nothing but the truth. Y/N, her child was the reason she needed this job and that she needed to get her life back. The school accepted her on the spot, principal Howards understood her struggles and gave her a chance. That was in sixth grade. Now a senior and just turning eighteen she was able to finally able to semi relax, aside from final exams and deciding to stay in Hawkins or going to college.

“Y/N! Levántate por favor! ¡Se te va a hacer tarde! I won’t drop you off this time if you’re late! I swear to sweet baby Jesus you won’t being going to the mall this weekend if that’s the case! Y/N!”

“Ya voy! I’m brushing my teeth!”

“No me conteste así! Apúrate”

The door slammed shut as Y/N’s mom rushed to her car, her engine could be heard throughout the whole street.

“Jesus, she needs a goddamn exorcist.” Y/N giggled as she was packing up her things getting ready to head out the door.

“I didn’t even answer in a bad way, she wasn’t even gonna hear me in the bathroom with that loud ass vent, right Leo.” Y/N rubbed her cat’s fur and gave him a peck in-between his green eyes. To which he purred.

As she started to bike her way to school, she listened to some classical music. It was something she did know her dad loved; he would often put her to sleep with some Vivaldi, his all time favorite. She was pushed with a gust of wind from a van barreling towards the prison that kept most of Hawkins for four years. It was a hard world. The van was blaring black sabbath, she knew all too well who drove the van, Eddie Munson. She wasn’t going to lie; she did have a small crush on him since middle school. But always pushed those fantasies to the back of her mind due to the age and grade gap. Now it changed when Eddie was help back not once, but twice. She would sometimes dream of him, both being in an embrace or just simply enjoying each other’s company. But she was just being silly.

Eddie was drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, simply enjoying his alone time before being berated in the halls of Hawkins high. It didn’t bother him anymore but still, who wanted to hear insults being thrown at them early in the morning. As he was speeding through the almost empty roads, he spotted Y/N on her bicycle with her Walkman. As he sped, he looked at her through the rearview mirror, she had a little smile. Seemed like she was enjoying her alone time as well. Eddie would always see her in the halls. She was always so quiet, seemed to never be late to any class, never spoke in class unless someone asked for help, or if the teacher needed her to answer a problem on the board. Eddie had always thought she was cute. He would never admit it, but he did. Growing up he would see her around the town. He knew her dad passed away. He felt sorry, he knew what it was like to not have your father present. He at least had his uncle Wayne, his father figure, but from what he knew, she didn’t.

You didn’t know when you got on school grounds. You guess it was just muscle memory and the lack of attention you pay when you’re on your way to school. As you got off and started to walk to the bike rack you noticed smoke coming out of Eddie’s car, which wasn’t parked far from where the staff stood. You don’t know how you were able to keep your heart from coming out of your chest but some how you did, it was a complete mystery to you. Three knocks on Eddie’s van window was all it took for Eddie to acknowledge you.

“Hi, just wanted to let you know that the staff is out today and it’s pretty clear that you’re smoking. Just a little heads up.” After a little pause Eddie smiled in your direction. With the number of butterflies fluttering in your body you were surprised you didn’t float off.

“Thanks Y/N, can’t have any write-ups before graduation, can I?” With a simple nod, you walked off to your first class.

 “Thanks Y/N, can’t have any write-ups...” God, that was the best I could come up with. Jesus Eds.”

Eddie mocked his response as he lowered his head on the steering wheel. Eddie had gotten his things ready and walked off to class before the first bell.

Eddie walked into his first class of the day, one of the only classes he didn’t have with Y/N.

“Thank you for joining us this fine morning Munson.” Sighed Ms. Wilks.

“Of course your grace, my chariot seemed to be on the slow side today.” Eddie bowed with his arm extended out.

“Obviously, have you seen the piece of junk you drive you freak.”

“Jason…. How does it feel to touch balls all day?”

“Boys enough, or the both of you will stay for detention, Munson to your seat.”

The room seemed to be filled with snickers after the little scene both boys caused.

“Please turn to pag-“

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Johnson wanted me to hand you these papers Ms. Wilks.” Y/N softly spoke after knocking and interrupting Wilks.

“Thank you, can you please set them down in the basket at the back of class please. Okay class, turn to page 36 of the work book and answer..”

As Ms. Wilks continued to give instructions Y/N walked to the back of class to drop the papers in the basket, the basket that was right behind Eddie.

“Hi Y/N, guess today’s your lucky day, you get to see a whole lot of me.”

Y/N lowered her head down and let out a soft giggle.

“Pay attention Eddie, can’t have you getting any write-ups, can we?”

Eddie continued to watch her as she did what she was told. Not aware of a certain pair of eyes looking at the whole interaction.

“Munson, pay attention.”

“Yup no issue Wilks.”

‘Oh my lord baby Jesus, his smile is to die for!’ was all you could think! As you made your way out the class and headed back to your own lecture a small wave made its way to Eddie. The boy couldn’t help but let out a wide grin. You swear on everything you love that this crush was something but puppy love, you didn’t think he could be interested in you, there was no way.

“Thank you for leaving the papers Y/N”

“It’s really nothing sir.” You made your way back to your seat, next to the only person in the school who you could consider to be your only friend. Robin.

“You look…. I don’t know, you just look like you’re happy, but also in a deep thought. Care to share?”

“It’s Eddie, recently we’ve been crossing paths and talking more frequently. For example, when we were at the market, he just came up and started talking to me. We stayed in the same two isles for over an hour, I guess my butterflies are acting up. It’s stupid but- it’s nothing, it’s not like he could be interested in me. Truly I’m just speaking out of craziness.”

“Well, my sweet little sugar plum, you never know. I mean when was the last time anyone was ever approached to have a friendly conversation with Munson, aside from being recruited into hellfire. I’m not gonna say he likes you; I don’t want you to get over excited over something just for me to be wrong, you know? But it doesn’t hurt to keep talking to him.”

“I know, but knowing me, I’ll start to get over attached and get my heart broken over something that would never happen. Plus, maybe he just needs a friend. Not saying his other friends are bad but- I don’t know. I just hate how everyone is so mean to him. He doesn’t deserve that. No one does. Maybe Jason and his pack of idiots and their rude girlfriends, but still, I just wish they weren’t so mean to him. He’s really sweet, well from when we were talking.”

These little heart to hearts was something normal between you two. It was a good thing this was the only time robin knew how to whisper without having the whole class listen in to the whole conversation. It was easy for Y/N but maybe she’ll learn to be outspoken, it was all Robin tried to do after being in a friendship with this girl for years.

[exd3nn]

What even are we?

Chapter two : The journey

Warning⚠️swearing , smoking , implication of death

Masterlist

August 2nd , present day

“03:00 am” , I read on the clock before sticking my head back into my closet. I had to be quiet , they can’t know. I honestly couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. It finally feels real.

Back to the important stuff though, since I won’t be able to take much stuff with me , I have to choose carefully. Vivienne didn’t want to see me on the day I’d leave , saying it would only make it more difficult.

I had to be at the train station by 4am and at the airport by 6. That should be enough time.

I finally chose the clothes I wanted to take , leaving me with space for one more pair of shoes. I took my favorite pair , my most expensive one too , my only mary jane heels . I honestly don’t know what I’d do without them.

I took a backpack and threw in my essentials like my makeup bag , toothbrush and toothpaste , skincare. Just the important things. I put my jacket on , my favorite beanie , threw my hood on and turned my earphones on. I had to walk to the train station , it wasn’t that far anyway.And so I closed that door for one last time.

At the train station I had to buy my ticket. After that I still had a little more time , so I decided to get myself a coffee and a pack of cigarettes , to calm myself down. I sat down outside , lit my cigarette , and leaned my head back while blowing the smoke out. Holy shit . I’m actually doing this. What once felt like a dream out of reach , was actually turning to reality. “I’m sorry mom,Matthew” , I felt the need to apologize , I didn’t want to leave Matt behind like that. I didn’t plan on making him grow up without me by his side. But I guess you just have to be selfish sometimes. I’d rather have him slowly forget about me , than having to look at a stone with my name on it.

Enough with the negativity. I finished my coffee , and went to where my train would arrive. I looked at my watch , “04:16” , I read before touching the frame of it. My mom had gifted it to me on my 17th birthday , it’s precious to me ,I couldn’t leave it.

Three minutes later , the train was there. And so my journey began.

On the train I slept , then once I got on the plane , I wanted to sleep once more.

But luck decided not to be on my side in that moment. I got to my seat , it was a window seat. Which is already bad enough when you’re traveling alone. But I guess the guy that’s supposed to sit beside me decided to be an asshole.

This guy just put his bag on my seat while I was trying to sit down.

“Uh, excuse me sir , but this is my seat. Can you please take your bag?”

He looked me up and down , took the bag , and just focused on his phone. He didn’t even apologize , how rude! But whatever , I just sat down and waited until we took off.

I was ready to get cozy in my seat , and since it was pretty cold , I took out my favorite blanket that I decided to take with me. I heard him scoff beside me.

“Does this bother you? Sorry I was just feeling cold” , I said in a polite tone. He, however , said: “Whatever” while side eyeing me. What the hell was this guy’s deal? I just ignored him and turned on my phone to listen to some music , it was too early to deal with guys like him anyway.

While I was listening to my playlist I decided to look at some of the songs , before deciding on a song by Enhypen , the song being ‘Blind’ . It was a calm song , so it was nice to fall asleep to. I could see the man from the corner of my eye looking at my phone , his eyes widening when he saw what song I was listening to. He quickly looked away before taking his cap off to run his hands through his hair , then putting it back on. And in that moment , it hit me.

That shit hit me harder than the bus that ran over Regina George. I knew this guy. And I was starting to panic , cause there was no way in hell , I was this close.I was sitting so close to him I could smell his cologne. I didn’t want to believe it , but the safety pin on his necklace was solid proof. The man I had just called an asshole, was…

Nishimura Riki.

[anotherisodope]

Just found out that we dodged a huge bullet

You ever have a friend who just completely derails your life with their drama every time you run into, talk to or even hear about them?

Got one like that. We’ve been trying to help him for months in a Movie of the Week level family drama situation that has, along with some other stuff, totally eaten my life. And now, things have gone from bad to cartoonishly awful, in one night.

(Now edited for clarity. I shouldn’t write when I’m that pissed off, sorry!)

The Cast

Me: Gold medalist in competitive napping

My man: Has lived with me almost two decades, there’s rings involved, you get the idea

Gonk: A formerly close friend of ours who is making himself less close with every damn day that goes by as he slowly transitions from a cinnamon roll to an ego-burdened military douche. Calling him Gonk because he increasingly, stubbornly, refuses to listen to even basic common sense if it gets in the way of what he wants to do

GFF: Gonk’s friend who has been putting him up until Gonk starts Basic Training in another state

Evil Sister: Gonk’s sister, a raging assclown whom I sometimes call the Wicked Bitch of the East--with good reason

Our friend Gonk is the sort who never, ever, EVER contacts us unless he needs something, and he’s caused all kinds of disruption, but we’ve stayed loyal as hell and supported him. I was even going to move this guy into my house before he torpedoed that plan with a set of Bad Life Decisions. (Long story I’ll cover later).

Bit of backstory. Gonk has a very bad relationship with his sister, who is a far, far bigger asshole than he’s ever dreamed of being. Evil Sister was left the house and their parents’ whole estate after their mom died (so our friend wouldn’t lose his disability benefits), and promised to “look after” Gonk to his mom’s face. Once Mom died, Evil Sister promptly started proceedings for kicking Gonk out, and turned abusive in the meantime.

One thing she’s done is weaponize the police against Gonk every time she gets mad at him, meaning she calls them on him and tries to get him imprisoned over issues he can’t even be arrested for. Argument? Call the cops. He swore while playing video games? Cops. He had a meltdown from her verbal abuse and started yelling and crying? Cops. I’m actually surprised they still come out at this point.

We’ve explained to Gonk, as have the police, that what Evil Sister is doing is a form of abuse, isn’t appropriate use of law enforcement, and wastes police time and resources as well. Gonk’s seen it, he’s felt it, he’s been told multiple times: weaponizing the police so you can hurt someone you’re mad at (especially over petty shit) is really, really wrong.

So Gonk has been staying with another friend, GFF, for a few weeks before he starts Basic Training (a whole other awful story), basically to get away from the Wicked Bitch of the East. It was a huge act of generosity on GFF’s part, and a relief for Gonk, us, and everyone who cares about Gonk. At least...until yesterday.

Last night, everything blew up very suddenly. GFF kicked Gonk out and threatened to harm him if he came back. Why?

Because Gonk decided to call the cops on poor GFF, in GFF’s own home, IN AN ARGUMENT OVER WHO OWNED A FUCKING PACK OF CIGARETTES.

That’s right. Gonk, the guy who had the police inappropriately called on him over small shit multiple times, and is in the best possible position to know how wrong that is...turned around and did it to someone else. Someone he was depending on for shelter.

The cops kicked in the door, GFF’s dog escaped and vanished, and needless to say GFF is absolutely furious. He wants nothing further to do with Gonk and will probably kick his ass, or worse, if that hypocritical dumbass tries to come back. In fact, he’s already threatened to do so.

Gonk has nothing to say for himself. He is back with Evil Sister now, for the moment. I’m just praying he doesn’t show up on our doorstep again, because this has destroyed the last of our trust in him--which thanks to other crap was already badly damaged.

I am SO goddamned glad now that Gonk didn’t end up living with us. I don’t want anyone in my life who calls the cops on innocent people he’s supposed to care about, over petty shit. Of all people, Gonk should know better. But he got big mad and tossed friendship, common sense and decency out the window over an under $20 purchase instead. Nothing GFF did for him mattered to Gonk--not even opening up his home.

That could easily have been us. And I don’t want to give Gonk the chance to make it be us. Before now, I was worried about his safety, but this is the last straw. Now I just want him to leave town for his training and never come back.

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Cheerleader Eddie AU, What a Pity You Don't Understand

"You look unusually happy this morning." Eddie's uncle spoke as he turned to his nephew from his position on the couch. It was six am in the morning and Eddie was already out of bed, digging through the cupboards and pulling out a box of pop tarts. "Usually you don't roll out bed until eight."

"What can I say? I'm in a good mood."

"Don't suppose it would have anything to do with the girl who gave you that," his uncle pointed at the scrunchie holding Eddie's ponytail up, "would it?"

"Nah, just excited for cheer practice today."

"Who are you and what did you do with my nephew?" Wayne let out an exaggerated gasp. Eddie rolled his eyes, grabbing a nearby dish cloth and tossing it at him. Eddie was very vocal about his dislike of sports of any kind. His uncle could smell the bullshit a mile away. "So what's her name?"

"None of your business-shouldn't you be at work?"

"Nope, got the whole day off to stick my nose in your business."

"Jesus Wayne, find a hobby." Eddie decided against heating the pop tarts and instead exited the trailer as fast as he possible. He loved his uncle, really, but sometimes Wayne could be a lot.

Getting into the minivan, Eddie looked over for a tape to put in the radio. Deciding on Dio's Sacred Heart album and placing it in the tape player. He started the car up as King of Rock and Roll began to play. Humming along to the music, he found his mind drifting back to Chrissy. Wondering what tapes she listened to. Probably nothing like this.

~~

"Hey? Earth to Chrissy? You there?" The girl snapped back to attention as a pair of fingers snapped in her face. Turning to see Shawnee Carpenter beside her as they walked down the hallway.

"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry."

"Jeez, you feeling okay?" The brunette asked her friend and Chrissy nodded.

"Yeah! Just didn't get a lot of sleep last night." She brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

"You sure? You've seemed out of it lately. Did Ashley say something to you? Cause if she did you know I can take her-"

"No! Geez Shawnee." Chrissy laughed as the other cheerleader raised her fist.

"Well if you change your mind I'm always there for you." Shawnee leaned over and grabbed something out of her purse. Pulling out a pack of Hostess Snowballs and handing it to the other girl. "Here. You look like you need something to eat."

"You always say that." Chrissy waved her hand dismissively.

"Come on, we have practice tonight. Last thing we need is you passing out again."

Chrissy stared at the pink coconut covered confection. Her mind telling her to throw it away but her stomach betrayed her and she found herself tearing the wrapper open and scarfing the food down. Trying to hold back a moan as the sweet taste flooded through her mouth. She'd walked to school today, she could afford to do this just this once.

"So Saturday...couldn't help but notice the googoo eyes you were making at our resident freak." Shawnee teased, causing Chrissy to choke on the second Snowball. The other girl patted Chrissy on the back and she stumbled for words.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on girl, I saw the way you were staring at him when he was stretching."

"Don't be weird Shawnee, he's just a friend."

"A friend you gave one of your scrunchies to." The girl looked further down the busy hallway and Chrissy followed her gaze to see Eddie at his locker. He was talking to one of his friends from the Hellfire club. The green hair piece Chrissy gave him still held the hair up in a ponytail. "He's kind of cute in a weird 'I'm rebelling against my mom' kind of way."

"Don't say that. I'm already dating someone."

"Yeah and someone is a grade A asshole. Seriously what do you see in Jason?"

"That's what you said about Ryan last year."

"I meant what I said. You keep dating assholes."

"What? You just, want me to break up with my boyfriend and start dating this guy who I've only recently started talking to again?"

"No....at least to that second part. Wouldn't mind if you broke up with Mr. Christian Crusader though." Shawnee snorted.

"You don't know him like I do. Er-" Chrissy's hunched over suddenly. Her stomach doing a summersault as she let a pained wheeze.

'Shit...I ate too much...' Chrissy mentally cursed herself. She should've known better. After a whole day of fasting, eating too much too fast always made her sick.

"Are you okay?" Shawnee asked again.

"It's just-erk-cramps." Chrissy wheezed out. Shit, she needed a bathroom ASAP. "I need the bathroom. Can you cover me in Trig?"

"Pffft, no problem. The second I mention the words "menstrual blood" to Mr. Craven, you could probably get away with skipping the whole period...pun not intended."Chrissy nodded as she dashed to the nearest girls room. Looking around, it was thankfully empty as she went to the last stall and locked herself in.

~~

"-I'm telling you man, this shit is gruelling."

"I don't know, it just seems like a lot of work for a few flips." Kevin rolled his eyes as Eddie explained the weekend's cheer practice.

"Hey it's more than a few flips. I'm trying to learn to do this position called the scorpion. It's not nearly as easy as it looks." Eddie fiddled with his jacket's chains as they made their way towards Mrs. McDonnell's.

"Hey! Munson!" Jason Carver's voice called out and Eddie winced as the other highschooler approached.

"Sorry dude." Kevin muttered an apology as he hurried to the other side of the hall. Eddie couldn't blame him, seeing Jason and two of his buddies approaching the metalhead with grins on their faces.

"If it isn't the newest member of the cheer squad." One of Jason's cronies laughed. The other one reached over and pulled on Eddie's hair.

"What's this shit? A ribbon in your hair? Damn I didn't think you'd get any weirder." Eddie slapped his hand away with a snarl.

"What are you? Eight? Little old to be pulling on girls pigtails, aren't you?"

"Girls?" Jason asked. "What you think you're a girl now Munson?"

"Why? You trying to hit on me?" Eddie laughed at the face Jason made. "No thanks, I like to think I have standards now." The blonde's face shifted and he grabbed Eddie's right arm. One of his friends grabbing his left as Eddie struggled. "Come on dude, I told you I ain't interested-"

"If you wanna be a girl so bad, fine!" Jason grabbed the nearby girls room door and shoved Eddie in, slamming it behind the older boy. Going to try the handle, Eddie pulled at it but it refused to budge. The sound of the warning bell went off . Shit-if he was late again, he was going to get in trouble with McDonell again. "Have fun in detention freak!" Jason walked away but the door still refused to open despite Eddie shoving his shoulder into it.

"Damn it." He leaned against the wall and slid down with a groan. "Fucking asshole." It seemed that at every turn in his highschool life, Jason Carver was there to make it just that little bit shittier. Whatever, at least it wasn't a locker this time.

Burying his head in his knees as he waited for the janitor to come key him out again he heard it. The very loud sound of someone hurling their lunch (or breakfast, probably in this case) into a toilet. At the end of the line of stalls, the final door was closed. It sounded bad as whoever it was continued to heave when he got up. Quietly approaching the door and knocking on it.

"Hey, ugh, you okay in there?"

There was a pause on the other side of the door before the person called out.

"Eddie?"

"Chrissy?"

"...what are you doing in the girls room?"

[larabiatasstuff]

Can you do when we where part of cobra kai as a teenager back during kk3 and was also dating terry and somehow we get separated and time skip to ck we are a teacher and somehow get reunited

Everything was perfect, I was at the Cobra Kai dojo for my weekly karate training. I was always excited for the class cause the handsome sensei was my boyfriend. Everything went well between the two of us and I was the happiest girl alive. "Should I drive you home babe?" Terry said hugging me from behind "No it's okay, you can't always find excuses to get away from the paperwork. We have the whole weekend, just the two of us." Terry smiled "I can't wait babe. I call you later." with that I left the dojo and made my way home. I noticed immediately that something was off cause my parents already greeted me when I entered the house. "Honey we have to talk. Your dad got a job offer and we have to move." my dad got up and put a hand on my shoulder "We move tomorrow. Please pack your stuff honey." I felt tears welling in my eyes "But what about my school, what is with Cobra Kai and Terry?" "Honey..." began my mom but I didn't listen, I ran out of the house straight back to the dojo. "Hey babe miss me already? What happened? Why are you crying?" he said holding me close. "We move Terry, my dad got a job offer and... We move tomorrow." his eyes got wide "Tomorrow? Okay I'm coming with you, no matter where you going..." I looked at him and shook my head "Terry no, you can't leave everything here. Your students need you. I love you so much Terry Silver and I will never forget you."

Time skip

I was late, really late to the job interview. When I finally found the building I rushed to the reception. "Hello, I have a job interview for the assistant position." "Oh that's with me." a male voice sounded behind me. I turned around and froze "Terry? Terry Silver?" his eyes went wide "Y/N? My god we haven't seen each other for years. Cancel all my appointments I have things to take care of. " Terry said to the receptionist. He guided me into his office, we both sat down and talked. "You look amazing Y/N you didn't change very much." he smiled at me "Still quite a charmer thank you. But look at you you're a silver fox." Terry laughed "Yes I think I am you don't like it?" "No it suits you very well." we sat there and talked what felt like an eternity. "So I see you'd be perfect for the job and I'd love to have you work for me. But I have one final question before I decide to hire you." "And what would that be?" Terry leaned forward "Are you still doing karate?" I nodded "Actually I was a sensei myself before I came back here." Terry gave me a wide grin "Come on, I wanna show you something." we went to his car and after ten minutes we arrived at the Cobra Kai dojo. "No! Oh my god Terry that feels like coming home." We got out of the car and entered the dojo. I took off my shoes and got on the mat. "What do say, should we do a little one versus one?" "Let's see what you got Sensei Silver." we both got in position and started to 'fight' each other. I was distracted for just a second and he brought me down on my back. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" Terry asked "Yes of course god I missed this, all of this." he looked into my eyes. "I missed you too Y/N. All those years without you,were hard. I thought I'd never see you again." I softly stroke his cheek "But I'm back, I'm here and I will not leave you again." he didn't waste time and pulled me into a passionate kiss. Tears running over both of our faces. "Please Y/N, please be mine again. I promise you won't regret it." Terry said "Yes there's nothing I would want more."

[shortystoriesbybri]

Its summer 2014 and my man is in the shower, I’m in the room vibing listening to music when I hear a text come to his phone. I checked the lock screen and it’s from my best friend Chey. I assume it’s nothing but I followed my gut just because I know the dirt my man has done in the past. Trust has been an issue since DAY 1, however, being 19 in very strong lust or what I call it now at my current age of 28 years young DICKMATIZED to the fullest extreme. The text read “baby please come with us to Busch gardens” my heart sank to my ass. So, I continue to go through their text thread and it’s very choppy like he was deleting messages in between messages. At this point my heart is racing and I don’t know what else to do besides confront her. I call her immediately , He is still in the shower so I have a second to ask her wassup before I even start with him. Mind you she has been in a committed relationship With Daniel for the last 2 and a half years so im asking my self what the fuck is really going on. I get her on the phone and I waste no time at all, “ why the fuck are you calling Michael baby, and why the fuck you aint ask me to go to Busch but you asking my nigga.” Her response was girl hell naw, I know you not sitting on my phone accusing me of some dumb ass shit like that.” “I would never go there ewwww.” I raise my voice and say “that’s bullshit and we both know it, it’s something somebody not telling me.” In the heat of the moment, I hang up the phone in her ear because only guilty people start bucking when confronted or in this case a scary hoe. As soon as i hang up with her it was time to ask this nigga wassup. He claims that’s just what she call him after all these years it aint nothing aint no need to be worried , Gaslighting the fuck out of me to the point he made me feel crazy that they would ever do some shit like that behind my back. At this point Chey and I had been closer than two strippers with a routine they gotta get down pack for opening night at the PYNK for about 5 years straight. Im talking did everything together, this bitch taught me how to steal but I stopped that shit at 18. She always, well at least I thought she always had my best interest at heart but then again look at wtf kind of situation they put me in. Fuck him cause I was dumb for that nigga for about 3 years after this shit even happened. Of course both parties denied the shit because they knew exactly what they had to loose. She had a man at home and I helped this nigga Michael with everything he needed, to get to and from work. Making sure his kids were good. If they needed something I always got my ass up and made sure his bum never had a car ass was making shit happen. after the incident with the text message happened, I didn’t speak to Chey until I found out I was pregnant in April 2015. I don’t know why I even took time out of day to tell her. We swept all that phone shit under the rug after that phone call, and she was my friend again. Fastforward to about a year later we decided to get an apartment together after She and Daniel broke up. I had always lived with my mom I was 21 with a one year old and it was time to move I felt in my heart so we went ahead found a place fell in love with it and went for it. She was dealing with this new dude that I hadn’t met at all. Kicking it with him , etc starting a new relationship which was cool until lease signing day came up and I asked her If Jason was going to be moving in as well , she said hell no and laughed until her face was red. We move our stuff in and of course he stays the night and what not I don’t have any issues but two and three weeks had passed and he was there all day while were working and we are home all night while he worked. Which meant there was always a light on , internet in use, Water being used , but yet he wasn’t on the lease and It wasn’t discussed with me after I had already asked. I just needed to know if bills were being split three ways and I was told no, Jason was only going to be helping Chey with her half. I immediately got angry as fuck………….

[theyourstruly]

Alex has been sent out he wasn't able to share much, but he's been calling whenever he can.

They have managed to see each other a couple more times before he left, and after a month Eleanor has already been missing him like crazy. He'll probably think she's silly, at the end of the day it's only been a month.

Letting her worries go she's been focusing on her studies and the Tennis charity Tournament, but she can't wait to see Alexander again.

Sitting in the library with the girls

They take their notes and work on their individual assignments.

"Do any of yous understand task 5b." Stella asks

"Let me check." Rhea replies back.

Calculate the following ratios and comment on the performance of the business over the two years.

"Oh no, this is a question for you El" she jokes

Laughing El asks Stella

"What have you filled out"

Handing me her book and checking her answers.

"You just filled it in the wrong spot. There is a 12% increase at the turnover and there's a 23% increase at the expenses. Just flip these two and your good to go" she discovered

"How did you figure that out?"

"It says it right here you weren't reading it correctly"

"Jeez why did I decide to study finance again?"

"You'll be fine" Rhea responds

Emma adds

"You always rush to finish your work of course you're going to miss information"

Working more in silence on their assignment the girls finish up.

"Okay i'm done." Eleanor starts beginning to pack her things.

"Me too" Emma replies

"Anything planned El?" Rhea Asks

"Yeah lunch with Viola and practicing for the tournament"

"Ooh yes. I heard it's going to be on tv"

"It is plus more money for charity"

Just then El's phone rings. Hoping that it's Alex she says her goodbyes to the girls, and rushes off to answer.

"Hello"

Hey, love how have you been doing

Having a hard time hearing him she answers

"I've been good you?"

I'm about to-

The signal breaks.

Looking down at her blackberry she doesn't know how to feel. What was he trying to say?

She hopes that it wasn't anything bad, all she wanted was for him to come back home.

———————————————————————

"You have been enjoying your self right?"

Having met up with her sister Viola who wanted to catch up with her she stays silent still thinking about Alex.

"Listen i understand things are hard right now, but you have to understand where mom and dad are coming from. Your working for your future. You'll be much more financially secure without having to worry about bills and stuff."

"No i understand. Didn't stop you though from doing whatever you wanted"

"I was stupid to drop out, waisted 2 years of my life and now here i am returning back to college with a debt following me around."

Finishing up on their lunch after 20 min. it's time for El to leave again, and go to practice.

Being part of the Tennis Club, it's members and Eleanor have been wanting to plan a tennis tournament, and after bringing it forward to committee members who approved, and have been getting other Uni's

Involved like Cambridge University, University of Bristol, Imperial College and University of Edinburgh.

They've been planning and getting the word out to other students.

The money raised will be split between the 5 Uni's with theirs going to the Magdalen College trust. The trust supports charitable causes like Bicester food bank, little angels and save the children etc.

Wanting to put their best players in Eleanor was one of the few asked to represent Oxford. She's been awfully excited about it all, and has been practicing her technique. The tournament has actually been getting quite the press, and because of it they have managed to get a tv spot out of it with those funds also going to charity.

After practice El walks to her dorm when she receives a call, normally she doesn't answer unknown numbers, but with Alex gone he doesn't get to call from his own phone. Answering she doesn't recognize the man voice

Quietly saying "Who is this?"

Hi is this Eleanor. Uhm it's William, Alexander's brother?

Did something happen to him?

"Why isn't Alex calling, did something happen?"

Mind racing she goes through all the possibilities of what could've happened to him

No he's fine. He asked me to check up on you

Letting out a sigh of relief.

She's not sure how to respond as she's never met his brother before.

"Oh well everything is fine here"

Okay good

"Well this is just awkward now"

Laughing william replies

It is. Uhm it was good speaking to you? And uhm maybe he'll finally introduce us to you

"Yeah sure. I guess i'll hang up now. I wouldn't want to keep you.... from what you were doing"

Yes. Nice talking to you Eleanor. Bye

Hanging up the phone she returns to her dorm wanting to forget that awkward conversation. Getting into the shower and redressing for dinner at the dining hall later on.

She wonders how much longer she has to wait for Alexander's return. She can't believe that the man she met nearly 3 months ago would consume her thoughts so heavily.

[magickcandie]

Hawk x Oc

Oc: McKenna Angelous Lawrence (Johnny Lawrence’s Daughter)

I was texting Hawk when he asked if I could come over. Specially for the night. I knew for a fact Dad wouldn’t let me... if he knew. I packed a bag and started walking.  “Where are you going?” He asked me from the couch.  “Spending the night with Tory.”  “You can’t drive.”  “I can, just not legally.” He looked at me weird. “Anyways, Hawk’s driving me.”  I left the house out to Hawk waiting, already, in the Nissan Sentra. I got into the front seat and he tossed me a sweater. I told him that I wanted to wear one... cause I’m like that. We had wanted to go straight to his room but his mom insisted that I make small talk.  “Hello, McKenna!”  “Mrs. Moskowitz. I-”  “Come, eat! Did you get anything before?”  “No I-”  “Eli! Don’t you feed your girlfriend!”  “Mom!”  “I’m fine, really.” Well the argument went on and I ended up with a plate of pasta and vegetables. I scarfed down the food and went up with Hawk.  “Sorry about that.

“She’s very excited about you.”  I laughed, arms going up around his neck. “Why wouldn’t she? I’m pretty amazing.”  Hawk pressed a kiss to my neck. “Yeah,” he said between kisses.  “I meant that sarcastically.”  Hawk’s hands when down lower and I jumped, wrapping my legs around him. Between harsh kisses, he led me to the bed, pinning my arms above me.  “Keep in mind your mother is downstairs and I’m a year younger than you.” I breathed out.  “I ain’t gonna do anything. I know who your dad is.”  I laughed. “Doesn’t stop you from leaving marks, idiot.” He rolled his eyes kissed me then got off.  ---- After watching horrible comedy movies, horror movies, and action movies, we fell asleep. I changed into one of his shirts and fell asleep next to him.  I woke up at 2:00 AM. I wandered around the house then drank a glass of water. When I went back to Hawk’s room, I still wanted something. I was heavily wanting sweets. 

Waking up Hawk was complicated. He was a deep sleeper and even if I did get him, I doubt he’d listen.  “Hawk? Baby, wake up.” He groaned then shrugged off my hand. “Hawk!” He didn’t move. “Eli Moskowitz, wake up.” I hit him with a pillow. Not... that hard.  “McKenna!”  “Sorry.”  “What do you want?”  I turned on his lamp. “Something sweet.”  He scowled at me. I smiled. “Seriously?”  “Yep! Now get up.” I pulled on my shoes and a sweater. “Let’s go.”  Hawk was still drowsy and reluctantly put on a shirt and shoes.  He drove me to a gas station where I wandered through the aisles, thinking about what I wanted. Hawk bought a red bull and I decided on twinkles. It was in my head after we watched Zombieland.  We got back in the car and he didn’t drive back to his house. It was diner parking lot.  “McKenna you drive me crazy.” We got in the back seat and I leaned against him. “But I love you, you know.”  “I love you too, Hawk.”